Stormy Cooper was a tomboy, and hardly one to become enamored over boys the way some girls, such as her older sister Jamie, were wont to do. Oh, she liked boys, liked playing softball and soccer and volleyball with, liked going fishing with and talking about basketball and football with, but romance wasn't something that had yet gripped her heart.
So when she happened to gaze out her window one early morning and spot the new neighbour out in his back yard nude, except for what looked like a thong or G-string, her heart did not go aflutter. She did, however, giggle and make a dash for her binoculars.
As she focused them in on the man, whom she had not yet met, she gave a little grunt of surprise. He was a powerfully built man indeed. Though he was not a bodybuilder, with one of those lumpy, ridiculous bodies constant weight lifting produced, his pectoral muscles were well outlined, and the muscles of his washboard stomach seemed to ripple as he moved.
He had broad shoulders, and a narrow waist, and the crotch of the tight thong bathing suit he wore bulged suggestively. His legs were thick and muscular and when he turned she licked her lips a little at the sight of his nearly bare buttocks.
Stormy felt a wave of heat pass over her, and swallowed repeatedly as she continued to study the man. He was, she decided, only a little younger than her own parents, who were in their mid thirties, but his long blonde hair made him appear far younger.
He had a classically handsome face, with a firm jaw and piercing blue eyes. His hair was straight and fell well past his shoulders, making Stormy think of Tarzan. Certainly he moved with predatory grace across the concrete that lined his in-ground swimming pool.
Her sister, she knew, would be in heat at the sight of such a man, even though he was probably old enough to be her father. Even she, Stormy, the sensible, strong willed one, felt her loins twitching and tingling with stray images plucked from her virginal imagination of what sex would be like.
She imagined this man, whatever his name was, clutching her to his powerful body, his big, no doubt soft hand stroking her body, cupping and squeezing her buttocks, her breasts ...
She shook her head and turned away, placing her back against the wall as she tried to calm down her suddenly supercharged body. She was panting, sweating, her heart pounding. She rubbed her hand over her face and as she did her arm pressed against her breast. It was impossible not to notice how heavy and swollen it felt, how hard the nipple was.
"God, this is stupid," she said to herself.
She brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from her eyes and turned again to gaze out the window. Her hair was short, almost boyish in appearance, but her bangs were long and kept sweeping across her large blue eyes. She watched the man stride to the diving board, climb it, pose motionless, then raise his arms high over head.
She drew in a gasp, and held her breath as his body was outlined so perfectly. Then he jumped once, twice, three times, and dove perfectly into the glimmering water, going deep, then sweeping up to the surface.
She turned away again, chiding herself for a fool. She wasn't a silly, frippery girl like Jamie. She was the strong, tough, athlete, the one with the common sense approach to life, cocky, quick tongued and confident. She did not get all breathless and hot over the sight of some guy.
Even if he did look like an awfully good athlete.
She fought down her sudden arousal, put down the binoculars and left for soccer practice.
* * *
"My God! Did you see the hunk that moved in next door?"
Stormy shrugged nonchalantly as her older sister hurried into the room.
"I saw him," Stormy admitted.
"Not like I did," Jamie said, eyes wide and dancing.
"You mean in that little bathing suit thing he wears?" Stormy sniffed.
"You saw him?" Jamie said, disappointedly.
"Yeah, I saw him."
"That's it? You saw him? My God, Stormy, sometimes I wonder if you really are a girl!"
"Thanks." Stormy often considered girls weak, foolish and gullible.
"Didn't you see his body?" Jamie persisted.
"Yeah, he's okay."
"Okay? My God, the man's an adonis! He's fucking gorgeous!"
"So? He's old."
"Old? He's not old. God, he's so beautiful," she moaned, pretending to swoon back against the wall.
"We have to meet him."
"Not me," Stormy snorted. She was unsettled by the feelings the strange man had so easily brought alive in her and had no wish to get closer and risk a new conflagration.
"Stormy, are you queer or something? The guy's incredibly fucking gorgeous!"
"He's twice my age, I'm sure. You want to go over there and throw yourself at him like some kind of nympho then go ahead."
"Oh, I wish," Jamie giggled, throwing back her head, tossing her long, full red curls and arching her back. Her double D breasts thrust out against the thin material of her blouse and she gave Stormy what she imagined to be a sexy look.
"Yeah, I'm sure he'll fuck you," Stormy said.
Jamie stopped her posing, glaring up at her younger sister.
"I didn't say I wanted to fuck him, you stupid little bitch."
"But you do."
"I do not!"
"Liar."
"Well, I mean, I can fantasise, can't I?"
"Slut."
"Oh, fuck off, Stormy. Just because I'm not a sexless little jock like you. You probably don't even masturbate."
"Uhhhghh! Get away from me," Stormy said, pushing away and striding across the room.
"It's a normal adolescent activity, miss jock," Jamie called after her, happy to have gotten the best of her sister for once. She was tired of Stormy calling her a slut, just because she liked boys. She wasn't a slut. She might not be a virgin but she was no whore.
She was tempted to follow Stormy into the living room and tell her what she needed was a good fuck. That would sure change her attitude towards boys. She'd realize then that there were a lot more fun games to play with the opposite sex than soccer and Softball.
Now how was she going to meet this guy? They were neighbours. Maybe she could run across and borrow a cup of sugar? No, that was too corny even for her. She racked her brains trying to think of something.
She looked out the back window at their own swimming pool. Maybe she could borrow something for the pool. Her eyes went wide as she realized she could have an excuse to go over in a bikini and show him her great body.
She hurried upstairs and put on her tiniest little string bikini, the one she had to keep tugging in back to keep it out of her crack, the one she had to walk carefully in so her big tits didn't pop out of the tiny cups.
But then she thought she was being too obvious. She frowned at her image in the mirror and finally put on a robe, one that was short and tied in the middle. She could leave it loose, and maybe let it come looser if she could talk to the guy for a while.
She hurried downstairs, snuck past the living room where Stormy was watching a basketball game with their brother Adam, and then went out the side door that led into the garage. She went out through the garage and then past and around the fence that separated their house from the one next door.
There was a tall gate blocking the entrance to their neighbour's back yard, but it was open. Jamie adjusted her robe so it was loose, but not too loose, and then, steeling herself and trying to settle her fluttery stomach, she stepped forward into the back yard.
He was on the diving board. Her eyes went a little wider as she saw him up close, and she halted as he dove into the water. Then she moved quickly forward to meet him as he emerged from the water.
"Uh, hello," she said, smiling as prettily as she knew.
"I'm your neighbour from next door." She pointed helpfully as he looked at her. His gaze sent a stab of heat into her guts.
"I'm Jamie. Jamie Cooper."
"Hello, Jamie Cooper," he said, his voice thickly accented. She wasn't sure what, European of some sort, she thought. He looked at her with deep, brooding eyes and she thought he was the sexiest man she had ever seen in her life. She tried not to stare at his glistening wet body.
"Vhut can I do to help jhou, Jhamie Coopar?" he asked, still not smiling. He threw his head aside, and his long hair swept around, throwing off water. She swallowed several times, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Uhmmm, well, I was wondering, you know, if you could, uhm, loan me your pool cleaner thingy, you know, that net thing with the long pole. Ours broke, you see, and we haven't gotten it fixed yet."
"Really?" he asked, smirking a bit. Jamie's heart caught at the idea he had seen through her stratagem.
"Vhy don't jhou just use zhis pool?" he asked, coming close enough that she could smell the chlorine on his wet body, and the drops of water coming off him splashed near her bare toes.
"Uh, gee, well, I hadn't thought of that," she gulped, trying to straighten up to push her breasts out a bit more. "Uh, you just moved in, didn't you?"
"Jhess, I deed."
"Uh, are you from, uhm France?"
He snorted, no, he sneered at her, and her heart sank.
"I jam from Germany," he said.
"Oh, yeah, I should have guessed," she said lamely.
He turned his back on her and she looked at his naked buttocks, so near and so ... so beautiful. She felt her pussy starting to steam like it did when Brad fingered her for a long time, not that he usually had much patience for that.
"Do jhou sweem?" he asked, turning suddenly. She jerked her eyes upwards quickly. "Uh, yeah, sure."
"Go ahead," he nodded at the pool.
"Well, uhm, thanks, sir, Uh, I don't know your name," she shrugged and smiled.
"I jam Hans Zundel," he said, face expressionless.
"Uh, hi," she said weakly, holding out her hand.
He stared at it for a moment, and for the longest time Jamie thought he wasn't going to take it, and so humiliate her. But then he reached out and took her small, soft hand in his big, strong one, but instead of shaking it he brought it upwards to his mouth, leaned slightly and kissed the back of her hand above the knuckles.
"I jam most delighted to make jour acquaintance, Jamie Cooper," he said.
Jamie was in love.
Trying hard to keep her legs from collapsing she stared up at him with wide eyes, chest rising and falling. He smiled slightly, then released her hand. Then, to her astonishment, his hand went to the belt around her robe, nimbly pulling it open.
She was awash in swirling hormones and emotional overload, and did nothing to hamper him as he opened her robe and gazed at her body. She started to blush though as he continued to stare down at her. Her hands were almost at the point of snatching her robe closed when he instead pushed the two sides of her shoulders.
"Go und use zhe pool," he said, turning away.
She stared at him, dazed, then, after a few seconds to recover, she let the robe fall to the ground and turned towards the pool. She didn't really want to go in the pool. Her beautiful wavy red hair would get all plastered down against her head if she did that.
She saw little alternative though. She stepped as casually as she could towards the pool, going up to its side and dipping her toes into the water.
"It's sure cold," she said.
"But jhou weell warm eet," he said, turning back to her, his hair falling across his eyes. He brushed it aside and moved towards her, his eyes flicking up and down. She gulped nervously, turning and putting her behind against the metal ladder which led into the pool, arching her back a little.
"Jhour bodee ees vehry hot, no?" he said, smirking.
"Uh, uh ... " She didn't know how to answer that.
"Ees not how jhou say een Amereeca, when von has a good body eet ees called hot?"
"Oh, uh, yeah sometimes," she said, laughing a little. "You've uh, you've got a really hot body too, Hans," she said, daringly.
"Jou zink so?" He said, lips curving up as he stood next to her. He seemed to tower, for Jamie was not very tall. She had to lean back to look him in the eyes, in the beautiful blue eyes, she sighed.
He took her hand and she looked at it in surprise, then he lifted it and placed it flat against his chest over his heart. Her eyes widened.
"Jou feel my heart?" He asked, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.
"Uhhhh, uhhh, yes," she said, almost whispering herself.
"Eet ees pounding for jou."
"For ... for me?" she gulped, breath getting ragged. He was the most gorgeous, sexy man she'd ever seen in her life.
He held her hand against his chest, then slid his other hand onto the side of her head, beneath her ear. He stroked her flesh as she stood there, utterly frozen, spellbound by his powerful male presence. Her own heart was pounding furiously.
His big hand stroked the side of her head, then slid around towards the front, his thumb going across her cheek. He stroked her full, sensuous lips with his thumb as she trembled and stared up at him. His body seemed even bigger, more powerful as he loomed above her.
He pressed his thumb into her mouth and she moaned slightly as she allowed her lips to part. She licked lightly at his thumb at first, then sucked a little as he pumped it slowly in and out of her oral orifice.
He was smirking down at her in a way she would have hated had it been a boy her age. But she was caught up in the greatest lust she had ever known, and was frozen like a deer caught in a car's headlights.
He slipped his tongue out but her lips stayed parted as she panted for breath, then he slid the hand around behind her head and pulled her forward.
His lips met hers and she melted against him, her full young breasts pressing into his muscular chest as she nearly swooned with desire and adoration.
His fingers twirled and he bunched up a thick mass of her coppery curls in his fist, hurting her a little as he forced her head forward. She did not protest, though. She didn't even care. All she knew or cared about were his lips pressing against hers and his tongue, sliding from side to side along her lips.
It darted inside her mouth then as his other hand released her and slid around her. His big hand cupped her round buttocks tightly, fingers digging into the soft, malleable flesh as their kiss grew hotter and more passionate.
Jamie shuddered and moaned into his mouth, but did not resist. Both her hands were pressed against his chest, almost protectively, for though she was immensely aroused there was something harsh and cruel and overpowering about him, something that made a part of her frightened.
Then, with the flick of a thumb her bra parted, releasing her big orbs. She gasped, instinctively trying to pull back. He tightened his grip on her hair and kept her in place. Then suddenly he pulled back sharply, jerking her head backwards, forcing her chest out.
She cried out, a low, weak yelp of pain as he pulled her hair. He ignored it, his hand holding her easily as his other hand moved over her chest, stroking her breasts, coasting along the skin. Then he bent and slid his lips onto her right nipple, sucking as his tongue whipped across it.
She gasped in shock, her chest heaving like a bellows now as his mouth opened and he drew in a large wad of tit meat, sucking hard. His teeth bit down on the soft flesh and it hurt, but again she made no protest. He sucked hard on her aroused nipple, his tongue whipping across it from side to side.
He forced her backwards, against the nearby diving board, still firmly gripping her thick red hair to bow her back. His hand stroked her breasts as he bent her back, and she whimpered, but did not complain.
"Hot, und already wet," he hissed, lowering his mouth and biting her throat. She jerked violently, and her mind was inundated in powerful sexual heat. She realized she was nearing an orgasm and was astonished.
Then his hand slid down her belly and into her bikini bottom. Two powerful fingers probed against her narrow cunt slit, then forced their way up inside her with painful force. She grunted and her legs jerked as she tried to twist aside.
"Hot leetle beetch," he hissed, mashing his lips against hers again as he allowed her head to rise.
He bent forward, bending her back again, his fingers thrusting up deep into her pussy, then pumping rapidly, grinding across her clitty with hard, almost savage strokes.
Her left leg came up and quivered in mid-air, then jerked several times as she was gripped by indecision.
He forced a third finger into her snatch, his other hand going around her throat and totally engulfing it. He squeezed her throat, then pushed back, forcing her to bow backwards again, even harder than before, forcing her shoulder blades down onto the diving board.
Her legs flailed as she sought to balance herself and his hand forced her further across the diving board, then released her throat. She gasped for breath, gulping in deep lungfuls of air as she stared up at him in wild lust and heat.
His hand came down and gripped her bikini panties, ripping suddenly. The small string that bound them to her loins was torn and the little garment flew off, baring her golden furred crotch to his sneering eyes.
"Ha ... Hans," she croaked, her hands moving indecisively at his chest, as thought to push him back. He gripped her hair again, jerked her head forward hard, mashing his lips down against hers with bruising strength.
She moaned weakly, her mind in turmoil, confused and aroused and scared all at the same time.
Then her ripped his lips free of hers, and tore his fingers out of her snatch. He still held her by the hair though. He twisted her body around, making her cry out in pain again, then slammed her upper body down hard against the diving board.
He kicked her legs apart and his other hand slid between them to cup her pubic mound. He squeezed, then rubbed his hand back and forth across it as she whimpered and quivered and panted for breath.
"Jhou know vhat jhou vant, don't jhou?" he growled. He jerked back on her hair, making her cry out again, and squeezed up on her pussy.
"Jhou vant eet, don't jhou?" he hissed.
"Ye ... Ye ... Yes," she whimpered.
"Beg for eet!" he said, bending forward and hissing into her ear. "Beg me. Beg to be used!"
He moved behind her and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her cleft. He rubbed it up and down along her slit, pressing against her clitty, grinding it against her little fuck button. She shook uncontrollably.
"Jhou vant eet?"
"Pleeasee," she sobbed.
"Beg. Beg like a beetch een heat!"
"Fu ... fu ... fuck me," she gasped.
"Jhou vant me to use zees?" he squeezed her cunt hard and she cried out in pain again.
"Yes!" she cried, tears in her eyes. "Use me! Fuck me! Please!"
"I don't like being yelled at," he said calmly, jamming her face down into the board and squeezing her pussy. Jamie grunted in pain, her body burning up, her brain throbbing and threatening to burst through her skull, her stomach churning and heaving and rolling.
"I'm sorry," she gasped. "Please. Please."
"Vhat? Vhat do jou vant, Jamee?"
"Fuck me," she mewled piteously. "Please fuck me!"
She couldn't believe the words were coming from her. She was horrified, humiliated, yet also so deeply aroused that she would have done anything, anything at all to get him to ease the bubbling cauldron between her legs. She was squirming and moaning and unconsciously humping back against his roughly fondling hand as he stood behind her.
Then he removed his hand from her crotch and she jerked her legs a little further apart, though they were already very wide. She felt his cockhead touch her cleft again, and rub up and down along her slit.
"Please, please, please," she mewled.
He eased the head into her, and she quivered with anticipation as she felt her tight pussy lips slowly forced apart, felt the broad rounded head pierce her, slide upwards past her pussy lips.
Then he thrust hard, ramming his cock up into her with brutal force. Her drooling fuck honey eased the way but she still felt a tremendous sharp pain in her crotch as his bloated fuck wand skewered her.
She screamed, loud enough that he cursed and covered her mouth with his free hand. He did not halt though, ramming his crotch forward to force his tool even deeper into her fuck hole.
He buried every last inch of what was without question the largest, thickest cock she had ever taken. She felt his pubic hair, thick and coarse, pressing against her pussy lips as his thighs squashed her buttocks.
She was dazed and dizzy, hardly able to breathe with his hand covering both mouth and nose. Fortunately he removed it within a few seconds, to slide it under her and cup her right breast. She panted hard, almost hyper-ventilating as her eyes stared off sightlessly into the distance.
He ground his hips in slow circles, working his cock around inside her honey pot. Jamie grunted and panted for breath, trembling and clutching the other edge of the diving board with white knuckled fingers.
He let go of her hair at last, both his hands clutching her buttocks, squeezing them tightly as he jerked her ass around in counterpoint to his grinding hips. Jamie felt his big cock twisting around inside her belly, way up inside her where she'd never felt anything before.
He eased back, several inches of glistening cock emerging from her straining pussy lips, then he thrust hard, jamming it up her quim again. She cried out, biting her lips then to silence the sound lest her cover her mouth again.
He drew back, then drove forward, eased back, then drove forward, using longer, and faster strokes as he began to fuck her. His cock moved steadily inside her quim as he held her ass cheeks steadily. His face was without expression, while hers was wild and dazed.
She began to grunt in response each time his loins smashed into her, each time his long thick cock drove up into the center of her quivering belly. She felt the terrible heat re-ignited, her pussy becoming a raging volcano as he fucked her.
She closed her eyes briefly, whimpering and moaning. Then she felt it surging through her, a sudden warm wave of pleasure, and just behind it a stunning blast of orgasmic ecstasy that made her cry out again, this time in a massive release of sexual energy.
Her body flared white hot, her senses overloaded, her muscles spasming with shock. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Her eyes bulged, her mouth wide, a lock of utter amazement on her pretty face as the powerful orgasm rode through her, rode over her, blasted her into near senselessness.
She jerked spastically, as though caught on a live electrical wire. Her mouth issued mindless little grunts and moans and whimpers as the prolonged climax ripped through her slender body. She was actually frightened by the force of it, wondering, almost uncaringly, whether she was about to die.
Never in her life had she experienced anything comparable. She had fucked three boys a total of seven times, and had an orgasm only two times while doing it. Neither was like this one. Comparing them to this was like comparing a cup of water to the Pacific ocean.
Her body jerked and quivered helplessly as he continued to fuck his big cock into her. Then she went limp, whimpering mindlessly as she lay there across the board. Her fingers came loose from the edge for she no longer had strength to hold it. All the energy had left her body. She was drained and exhausted.
Not so Hans, who continued to fuck his big prong into her drooling pussy, running the full length up and down inside her cunt tunnel. He sneered down at her, smiling in smug superiority as the girl groaned and whimpered.
He fucked harder, then harder still, increasing the speed of his strokes. He seized her legs, lifting her feet from the ground, spreading her legs wide, holding them like the handles of a wheelbarrow as he fucked into the beautiful redhead.
He hammered his loins into her as she whimpered and moaned. His fingers clutched tightly around her thighs as he forced them up and apart. Her crotch was open and vulnerable as his hips slammed forward against her. His cock sliced back and forth between her pussy lips as he rutted against her.
"Ohhhhhh! Uuuhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
His hips battered her thighs as his cock pistoned inside her belly. His lips were drawn back in a snarl as he clenched his teeth and drove his cock into her with every ounce of strength and speed at his disposal. He lifted her legs higher, ripping them even wider so she was almost doing the splits. His cock rasped across her clitoris like a high speed saw blade, and she was helpless to do anything to help or hinder him as he burned up her pussy with the speed of his cruel rutting stroke.
Her ass and thighs ached as his hips smashed into them. Her pussy ached from the terrible speed of his cock as it pumped inside her. Her tits ached where they were being rolled and ground beneath her. Her legs ached where his fingers dug into the flesh. Her thighs ached where her tendons were being stretched cruelly.
Never in her life had she been so brutalized, so used.
She tried to grip the edge of the board to steady her vision, which, like her body, was jerking back and forth in time to his maniacal fucking. She whimpered, her mouth opening and closing unsteadily.
Then she felt a deep up-welling of force, of pleasure, of energy. It came from somewhere deep inside her and suddenly ripped up her spine like a high voltage charge. Her lips tore open and she gave a soundless shriek of agony and pleasure as the power ripped along her nerve endings, shorting them out like overloaded electrical circuits.
She quivered violently, mouth gaping as her body was gripped by an overpowering orgasm. It tore through her like a howling whirlwind, threatening to rip her flesh apart, to send her mind and soul tearing off into the heavens, to rip her frail shell apart with its colossal power.
The power blasted up into her mind and sizzled along her spinal cord, then crackled along her nervous system, shorting out everything in its path. Her mind blanked and she lost consciousness.
She woke to the bright sun in her eyes. She lay there for some minutes trying to regain her senses. She was laying on the concrete beside the pool, legs and arms spread. She felt moisture in her crotch and her spastic hands moved down to touch her pussy.
She winced at the pain, but, as everything came back to her and she brought her hand up before her dazed eyes she saw that there was no blood. It must be, she thought, just her own juices, mixed with his.
She shuddered and closed her eyes, then, after a couple of minutes she staggered to her feet. She looked around but there was no sign of Hans. She stumbled over to where her bra left and tried to put it on but she was too uncoordinated to get the snaps together in back.
Her panties were ripped, she remembered. She got her robe and tried to tie it, then, with a somewhat frightened look at the silent and closed door leading to Hans' house, she lurched towards the gate, clutching herself tightly as she slowly and unsteadily made her way back to her own house.
Her mind was a whirl, humiliation and embarrassment filling her with misery. How had she allowed that to happen? Why had she behaved that way? She had let him use her like a whore, let him fuck her like a wild bitch in heat, as he'd said.
He'd ridden her like a dog, fucked her senseless, then left her there naked like a cast off toy. Her skin warmed with blood as she blushed furiously. She had begged him, she remembered now. He had made her beg him!
And she had done it.
She was totally confused by her behaviour. She'd never let a boy do anything to her on a first date before, yet she'd allowed this man, this stranger, to just, to ... to use her, to use her with total abandon, like a cheap slut.
And how he had used her.
She blushed with every memory that surfaced, her skin deep red. Anger came then, anger at herself for allowing him to do that to her, and anger at him for treating her so roughly, so cruelly, so ... so sadistically.
Her body ached, and she knew she'd have bruises in places that would be hard to explain, bruises on her throat and neck, on her breasts and buttocks and thighs. She would have to do a careful makeup job and dress carefully for a while.
Bastard, she thought furiously. Fucking bastard!
And yet ... And yet ...
Behind ever other thought, the pain, the humiliation, the anger, the worry and fear, behind them all was the memory of those wonderful, awesome, frightening orgasms, the orgasms that made her suddenly understand the adjectives people used to describe sex.
She'd thought them simply exaggerating. Not now.
Never in her life had she thought to experience anything like that. And like a junkie just down from his high, her body and mind were already craving more.
CHAPTER TWO
Jennifer Cooper was just parking the station wagon when she noticed him. Her eyes widened and she almost ran into the closed garage door before stopping suddenly.
"Holy shit!" she said to herself as she stared at the blond adonis.
He strode across the lawn, clad in an expensive black suit, moving like a leopard. He got into a gleaming black Porsche, then backed down his driveway and drove away.
"Wow!" she sighed.
She shook her head and got out of the car, carrying a bag of groceries up into the house.
"Got any chips?" Stormy asked.
"No, and watch what you eat. We don't need any more dentist bills."
"Awww, moooom."
"Don't aw mom me," she sniffed as she walked by. "Where's your sister and brother?" she called back from the kitchen.
"Jamie's upstairs acting weird. Adam went out."
Stormy wandered into the kitchen and peered into the bag. Jennifer put her hand on her forehead and shoved her gently back, then reached in and pulled out some bread, putting it up in the cupboard.
"Didn't you get anything good?"
"Nope, just junk. So what's wrong with your sister?"
"I think she's mooning over the new guy next door."
"A new boy moved in next door?"
"I wouldn't call him a boy," Stormy laughed.
"Oh, the man with the long hair."
"You've seen him?"
"He passed by on the way in."
"Jamie's in love."
"I'm not surprised. I almost fell in love myself."
"You should've seen him out in his backyard. He was wearing one of those little bikini things with no rear end ... "
"A thong?"
"Yeah, and walking around like Tarzan. I think Jamie wanted to go next door and rape him."
"Don't exaggerate."
"I'm not exaggerating."
"And what did you think of him?"
"Oh, he was okay," Stormy said casually.
"You didn't want to go next door and rape him?"
"Noo!" she said indignantly. "I'm not some fluffy air head."
"Thank heavens for small favours."
"He sure had a good body, though," Stormy admitted.
"Well, well, Stormy Cooper noticing a man."
"I'm not blind, y'know."
"No, and you'd have to be not to notice him. Does Jamie know his name?"
"I dunno. She went over then came back and went mooning up to her bedroom. He looks like a foreigner, though."
"Well, don't you and your sister bother him. He's not a boy, after all. He's a fully grown man ... "
"I'll say," Stormy sighed.
"And he doesn't need to be ... What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"And he doesn't need to be bothered by schoolgirls with a crush."
"I do not have a crush," Stormy scowled.
"I meant Jamie."
"Oh, well, okay."
"Now lovesick housewives are another matter."
She and Stormy giggled.
"Hey, what about Aunt Karen?"
"What about her?"
"She's single, and really pretty. Maybe we could get them together."
"We don't even know the man, Stormy."
"Well, we're bound to before long. We are neighbours, after all."
"Well, just wait until we meet him before planning the wedding."
"She'll go insane the first time she sees him," Stormy said with a sly smile.
"Don't talk about your Aunt that way."
"She will."
"I know, but don't talk about her like that."
"Jamie will hate her."
"Whoever he is he's far too old for Jamie. Anyway, he might be married."
"Why's he wandering around out at the pool by himself then?"
"Maybe his wife is at work."
"I don't think so."
"Well, maybe we'll take him over a welcoming cake or something."
"Be the local welcome wagon," Stormy grinned.
"And why not? We're friendly people. Anyway, didn't I take over that casserole to the Smiths when they moved in?"
"Sure."
"So there you are. We'll find out who he is then. Your dad and I will bring him over something nice to ... "
"You're gonna bring dad?"
"Of course I'm going to bring your father. Don't be silly, Storm. Now go upstairs and find out what your sister wants for dinner."
Stormy shrugged and grinned impudently, then wandered upstairs to find Jamie.
Jennifer studied the house across the fence through the window, thinking about what that gorgeous man must look like in a thong. She felt her loins heating up at the image that came to mind and struggled unsuccessfully to quench it.
Well, nothing wrong with a little fantasy life, she finally thought. Their new neighbour was the kind of man every woman had fantasies about. There was no reason to feel guilty.
* * *
"Whatcha doin'?" Stormy asked as she wandered into Jamie's room.
"Stormy!" Jamie shrieked, diving at her bed, jerking the covers out and covering her naked body.
"I seen you naked lots of times," Stormy grinned.
"Knock before you come in!" Jamie flared.
"Knock, knock. What are you doing staring at yourself in the mirror for?"
"I was not staring at myself!"
"Thinking of how sexy you are?" Stormy teased. "Thinking of our neighbour by any chance?"
"No!" Jamie snapped with more force than she intended.
Stormy flopped down on the bed and the redhead clutched the bedspread tighter against herself.
"So what's his name?"
"Who's name?"
"The guy next door, dummy."
"How would I know?"
"You went over to see him?"
"Did not."
"Did too, I saw you go."
"Well, well, I just went to borrow something."
"Yeah, right. What's his name?"
"Hans, Hans Zundel."
"A kraut?"
"He's from Germany."
"Wow, I knew he was a foreigner."
"Now will you get out and let me dress?"
"Mom wants to know what you want for supper."
"I'll be down in a minute. Now get lost, brat!"
"Up yours, bimbo," Stormy sniffed as she rose and sauntered to the door. She closed it behind her, then waited a few seconds and shoved it open fast. Jamie had dropped the bedspread and was hurrying to the door to lock it. She screamed and tried to cover herself as Stormy shoved the door open. Stormy howled with laughter and ran away, hearing the door slam behind her.
Jamie locked the door and went back to the mirror, searching for obvious signs of her lewd afternoon sexual encounter. Her upper thighs were somewhat red and sore looking on the insides, but her buttocks looked okay, though they were sore. Her cunt stung just a bit but didn't show anything. And her neck wasn't bad either, though there was a really bad hicky near the back. If she kept her hair down it should cover it.
She stared at her naked image, thinking again about Hans. Every time she thought of him and what they'd done her skin grew warm to the touch and her loins quivered. She felt again the humiliation at her treatment, and also the overwhelming sexual arousal.
And remembered that terrible, massive orgasm that had shaken her to the depths of her soul.
She found herself shaking and sweating, and with a desperate effort pulled her mind away and stumbled back from the mirror. She slipped on a pair of jeans but the crotch dug into her aching pussy. She took them off and slipped on a pair of soft silk panties, then pulled on a loose white mini.
She didn't wear a bra, because her boobs hurt a bit and she didn't want to squeeze them into the cups. Although Hans hadn't squeezed them that much his violent fucking had jerked and rolled and bounced her body atop them on the rough diving board and they were still sore.
She pulled on a sweatshirt and stuffed her feet into a pair of tennis shoes.
"Great," she sighed, looking in the mirror. "You look like a friggin' cheerleader."
She went downstairs, moving slowly so as to not rub her thighs together.
"What do you want for dinner, Jamie," her mother asked. She saw Adam and her father in the living room and suddenly the thought of being at the table with them all scared her. Surely they would notice how that dark red hicky.
Besides, she needed to be alone, she desperately wanted to think.
"I'm going to Cathy's for dinner, mom," she said.
"You asked her mother?"
"Yeah," she lied.
"Hello, beautiful," her dad called from the living room.
"Hi, Dad," she said. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."
She hurried out before anyone could see her or notice her moving oddly. She didn't have any intention of dropping in at Cathy's, who would certainly notice a hicky. She wanted to go somewhere by herself. She was walking down the sidewalk when a black Porsche roared up and crossed right in front of her.
It stopped ... in Hans' driveway. The door opened and Hans stepped out. She stared at him in shock. He was only ten feet or so away and he looked back at her with a strange looking smile.
"Jamee," he said in his thick, husky, accented voice.
She nodded wordlessly, struggling to breath. Her heart pounded so loudly she couldn't hear his next words. She could hardly think. She wanted to turn and run, run as fast as she could, as hard as she could.
He held out his hand.
She stared at him, mind twisting and rolling. He gave her an encouraging smile, and she stumbled forward slowly, a step at a time. She reached out and her shaking hand found his.
His fingers closed and he took her by the hand, leading her up the driveway to his house. Jamie was dazed, breathless, her body gripped by heat and by fear.
He unlocked the door and, still holding her hand, walked inside. She followed mutely, obediently.
His house was decorated starkly, the furniture chrome and glass and leather. He led her past the living room and upstairs.
His bed was huge, with four tall wooden posts rising up over her head from the corners. He said nothing, taking her by the arm and placing her on the bed. She sat on the edge, staring up at him with wide eyes, trembling.
He went to the closet and removed his jacket, hanging it up carefully. His tie followed, going on a hook. Then his shirt came off, revealing his muscular torso. He walked back to the bed and sat beside her. Jamie was afraid to turn to look at him.
His fingers slipped through her hair and she gasped in shock. He jerked her head up and back, holding it there as she trembled, arms at her sides. Then he bent, his tongue trailing along her throat, under her ear.
He bit down, hard, and she whimpered, but did not cry out. He let her go then and sat back, propped on his hands.
"Take off my shoes," he said, lifting one foot off the floor.
She stared at it unseeingly for a few moments, then, like a robot, slipped off the bed and onto her knees. She untied the first shoe and pulled it off.
"The sock as veil," he said. Of course, she thought dizzily.
She pulled off his sock, then bent and undid the other shoe, removing it and his other sock. "Put the shoes in the closet and the socks in the basket there," he pointed.
She blinked her eyes, then got up, carrying them across and putting them in their place. She turned, confused and he motioned her back. Jamie almost broke and ran for the door, but something held her and she stopped before the bed, her eyes caught by his.
"My pants," he said calmly.
She slowly eased down to her knees again, her hands moving as though not controlled by her at all, up to his belt. She undid it, then unsnapped his pants and slid the zipper down.
He stood up then, forcing her back on her heels.
He wore black string bikini underwear.
His pants slipped down around his ankles and he stepped out of them, bent and picked them up, then folded them. Her face was less than a foot from his crotch, where his cock hung flaccid amongst the thick brown hair.
He walked back to the closet nude, moving fluidly, head up, back straight.
Jamie slowly climbed to her feet. She was still trembling. Her head turned towards the door, still open a few inches. His back was turned to her and without those eyes boring into her she felt some small amount of common sense returning.
She eased around and moved quietly to the door. Her hand took the knob to pull it wide but then his hand slapped it closed tight. She cried out, but didn't turn around as she felt him behind her.
"Going somewhere?" he breathed softly.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please I ... I don't want to ... "
His hand slid onto her back, trailed down onto her buttocks, which he squeezed lightly.
"I don't ... I don't ... UHHHHhhhhhhh!"
His hand slid down beneath her buttocks, slipping in between her thighs to cup her pussy from behind. He squeezed hard.
Jamie's body gave a sudden violent lurch, her back arching as her head, formerly bowed, came up .and back. Hans gripped her hair, forcing it even harder back as he bent and fastened his lips against the side of her beautiful throat.
He bit down hard, sucking fiercely as his fingers kneaded the soft, pulpy flesh of her pussy mound. Jamie whimpered and grunted and moaned, shaking and writhing helplessly as wildfire tore through her body.
She humped back against his hand, her eyes wide as the world spun around her.
Her body was suddenly thrust forward against the door. She grunted as her breasts were crushed against the unyielding wood and the knob punched her in the belly. Yet her body continued to grind itself back on his fingers as they squeezed and kneaded her pussy.
He tore her panties off, then a finger was thrust up into her from behind, a second joined it, and a third as the heel of his hand crushed up against her buttocks.
He chuckled and brought his face against hers.
"Slut," he said.
She blinked her eyes in shock.
Then she came, and the world exploded around her. She jerked and shook in helpless ecstasy. Her legs went rubbery and she fell fully onto his hand. He jerked her around and bent her across a dresser, his hand still squeezing her pussy as she bounced and wriggled, moaning and grunting continuously.
He waited until she settled down, then half carried, half dragged her across to the bed. He flung her down and she landed heavily. He gripped one slim calf, lifting her foot, then slipped off the shoe.
He took off her other shoe, then undid her skirt and slid it down her creamy thighs and off. She lay there limply, chest heaving, eyes closed. He slid her sweater up under her arms, then raised her upper body. She opened her eyes and stared at him.
He pulled the sweatshirt off and lay her down again. She said nothing, just stared at him.
He straddled her body, sitting down on her belly. He took her hands and lifted them up, shoving them back against the bed above her, spreading them wide. He leaned forward and from the corner posts took too leather strips.
Jamie had not completely lost her mind. She knew she didn't want to be here, and knew she couldn't leave. She knew she didn't want him touching her, and knew she couldn't bear for him not to. She knew she wanted, more than anything else, to be safe in her bed, and knew also, that even more than that she wanted to feel the burning inside her again, the wild fire of passion and lust and exploding sexual pleasure.
She felt something wrapped around her wrist, but didn't look up. It was tight, but not uncomfortable. A similar something went around her other wrist, again, tight, but not uncomfortable, pulling somewhat on her outstretched arm.
She was terribly aware of Hans' body, his buttocks and cock on her belly, the heat and feel of them were distracting her from other thoughts.
He got up though, moving to the foot of the bed. He bent, taking her right foot and pulling it down hard towards the right corner of the bed. He wrapped a strip of leather around it and it held tightly.
He moved to the other side of the bed, pulling on her other foot, spreading her legs wide apart, then he wrapped another strip of leather around it very tightly.
Her breathing grew faster, more ragged as she was aware of her helplessness. She tugged at the bonds, but could not free herself.
He got onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. His hands slid up and down her thighs, then up along her sides to her breasts. He mashed his fingers into the thick, pliable meat, making it ooze out around them.
He rolled and pinched her nipples, then moved his hands around and around the heavy mounds, squeezing from all sides. He bent forward and his tongue trailed slipped into her belly button, twirling in circles.
Slowly he moved it upwards, sliding from side to side on her belly and lower chest. He trailed his tongue all around the outside of her right breast, then crossed over it, sliding just past the nipple. His tongue crossed back, just on the other side of the nipple.
Then he ran it around and around the nipple for the longest time without touching it.
When he finally closed his lips on her nipple it was almost painfully erect, and she sighed with relief as his mouth closed upon it and he began to suck.
He sucked softly, gently, for long minutes, all the while grinding his thigh into her crotch as he half lay upon her straining body.
She looked up at the ceiling as he transferred his attentions to her other breast, slowly working on it as he had the other, driving her insane with frustration as his tongue moved slowly and gently across it.
"Please," she said.
"Vhat?"
"Do it, put it in."
"Beg."
"Please," she gulped. "Please fuck me."
"When I'm ready."
And she knew he would not be rushed.
He continued to tongue, lick and suck on her breasts and nipples as his hands stroked, squeezed and kneaded the swollen bags of milk.
Abruptly she came, humping desperately against his thigh as it pressed into her crotch.
He continued his careful work, trying to hold her chest steady as she writhed and groaned and cried out her passion, her back arching against the pull of the tight bands, muscles standing out on her arms and legs and belly as she strained.
He slid lower, moving down her body, tongue weaving from side to side, around her belly button and down into the golden fleecy pussy hair around her cunt.
He ran his tongue lightly up and down her moist warm cunt slit, tasting her oozing juices. His fingers slowly pried her open, revealing the gleaming pink flesh beneath. He stared at it for a moment as she whimpered and moaned, then his tongue began to slide upwards.
He tongued her cunt flesh, his tongue moving in slow circles. He pushed it deep into her, scooping out tasty thick wads of fuck honey as the whimpering redhead squirmed helplessly.
He placed his lips against her hole and sucked, as if he could draw out her inner moisture, sucking it like a straw. His tongue whipped forward, sliding up and down along her cunt crack, narrowly missing her clitoris.
She mewled and moaned and humped up at him. He ignored her, continuing to tongue her snatch while carefully avoiding touching her clit. She moaned, her body heating up again, her eyes narrowed to slits as she panted breathlessly.
He drove a finger up into her and began to pump it in and out, then added a second, then a third. His tongue slid along the sides of her cunt cleft as he pumped harder and harder.
Then he pressed his fingers upwards against her clitty, jamming his thumb down against it from the other side. He squashed the little fuck button between them, rolling it as she screamed and bucked helplessly upwards.
She came with a howling surge of orgasmic release, her body jerking and shaking, pulling desperately at the bonds holding her down. Her head jerked back, smashed repeatedly against the bed, then rolled beneath her, forcing her shoulders off the bed as she gargled in delirious sexual pleasure.
He ignored it, rolling her cunt button between his fingers as her body flailed and jerked and strained at its bonds.
Then when she went limp he got up and went to his bathroom, returning with a pair of scissors, a can, and a razor. He carefully snipped her red pussy hair off, cutting as close to skin as he could. He sprayed shaving cream on the remnants, and, using an ultra-sharp steel blade, shaved along her slit, above it, then down along her inner thighs.
Not that she had much hair, just a line of red fur around her pussy, none on her thighs or buttocks.
He shaved her as close as flesh allowed, then dried her crotch with a small towel and walked back to the bathroom, putting everything neatly away.
Jamie hardly noticed what he was doing, though as he returned she raised her dazed head and stared at him. He got into bed and knelt between her legs again, his hand cupping and stroking her puffy bald snatch.
Jamie felt something different but was too weary and bedraggled to know what it was. He got down on his elbows and pried her cunt open, then began to lick again. This time he exposed her clitty and began to tongue it directly.
In less than two minutes he had her screaming as she came again. She came again as he sucked fiercely on her clit, and again as he bit down on it and ground it between his teeth.
He was on her then. She felt his heavy weight on her chest and grunted in confusion. His cock pressed against her quivering pussy and he thrust it deep in a single motion.
He fucked her for long, long minutes, smoothly, in no hurry, the hands on the wall clock turned around as he continued to fuck. She came, then came again, and still he fucked. She begged, moaned, whimpered, screamed, and came again.
CHAPTER THREE
Hans Zundel was not his real name. He did not choose to use the name given him at birth. What use had he for someone else's name for him? A name could define a person, and he would be the one to do that.
Besides, his mother had chosen his former name.
Hans Zundel, or whatever name he chose to wear, had never had any respect for females. Indeed, he was hardly willing to admit they were even human. Certainly they were inferior, mentally, physically, weaker in mind and body and soul and spirit.
All his life they had crawled to him and all his life he had used them at will and discarded them at leisure. He despised them their weakness, and despised himself at times for lusting after their bodies.
He abused them, physically and verbally. He treated them like dirt, and still they came crawling around, simpering, whimpering, batting their eyes at him, flashing their breasts and asses and thighs, begging to be used and abused.
By the time he was twelve he was sleeping with both his older sisters, and half the girls in the neighbourhood, some of them many years older than him. He'd gotten his older sister pregnant and forced her to blame another boy. He'd put his younger sister on the street as a whore, then sold her for a large amount of money to a Turkish pimp.
He'd left Germany ahead of several rape charges, what were referred to in America as date-rape, because he would simply not tolerate any female refusing his will. How dare they refuse him anything at all? If he had his way they would all be kept naked and in chains, their sole purpose in life to serve men and breed children.
A few years back he had returned to Germany to visit old friends, old male friends. Hans was a good friend to have. His contempt for women in no way diminished his sense of humour, his loyalty and selflessness to men.
Men were people. Women were cattle.
He had gone to his older sister's house to get back an article he'd left in Germany. She wasn't home, but her daughter, who was, of course, his daughter, was there. She was weak and stupid like all females and he had used her violently, with her full cooperation.
In America women had fallen for him in droves, showering him with money and favours. He'd gotten reasonably well off that way, courting wealthy women, then dropping them when bored. Yet it always seemed that the worse they were treated the more they came crawling back.
Like this stupid little big titted sow laying on his bed right now. The redhead had an undeniable attraction as a sex toy, and for that he had at least some appreciation. But as for her feelings, intellect, thoughts, dreams, hopes and fears, well, had she actually been a plastic blow-up doll he would not have cared less about such things.
She was there to bring him pleasure, that was her sole purpose in life. For now, at least.
That he was in the process of giving her pleasure was nothing more than an investment, as far as he was concerned. He had just purchased the house next door and would be here for some time, finding and courting reasonably well off women and extracting their money from them. It would be useful to have a brainless little slut at his beck and call, one he didn't have to live with or pay for, one that would come as called, much like any dog or other pet.
So he would devote a few hours to showing the redheaded slut the pleasures of life, and in exchange she would be his servant and sex toy for as long as he wanted her.
And if he ran short of cash, there were plenty who would pay to lay between her shapely thighs.
At the moment the muscles were shifting and moving beneath the smooth white skin on those thighs, and on her belly and arms as well. The girl was arching her back, straining against the bonds holding her open. The reason for that was the powerful vibrator Hans was pressing against her clitoris.
He watched her with an almost bored expression as she came yet again. This one was so easy to please it was almost ludicrous. He could have gotten a dog to fuck her and she would probably cum. In fact, his eyes brightened a bit at that thought. He liked dogs.
As he watched her cum he felt a growing resentment. She was enjoying herself TOO much for his liking. He ground the vibrator against her clitty harder and harder, knowing it hurt, wanting it to hurt, wanting her to feel pain with the pleasure.
She whimpered and moaned, but which were for pleasure and which for pain he neither knew nor cared. He thrust the vibrator deep into her sucking wet fuck tunnel, stabbing it up into her belly as though it were a knife, almost wishing it were a knife, thrusting it up again and again and again as she wriggled and shook and cried out in pleasure and agony.
Stupid whore, he thought.
* * *
A ball rolled quickly along the sidewalk and Hans nimbly caught it against the side of his foot, glancing over at a tall, slim boy standing in the next yard, the slut's yard. He smiled and kicked it back, giving it a lift that sent it up to chest height on the boy.
"Thanks," the boy said, catching it.
"No problem," he said.
"You're our new neighbour Hans, huh?" the boy said.
"Jhess, I jam."
"I'm Adam. I think you met my sister, Jamie."
"The redhead. Yes, we've met," Hans said carefully. Some idiot men had a foolish idea that they were required to protect the virtue and honor. As if they had any!
"Was she a pain?" Adam grinned.
"Och, not too much," he responded. Now here was a lad after his own heart.
A girl came across the lawn then. She and Adam had been kicking the ball to each other, he recalled. He had barely noticed her. But then he often overlooked females.
"Hi," she said.
"This is my sister, Stormy," Adam said.
"A junique name," he said.
"It's dumb but I'm stuck with it," she shrugged, her eyes looking him up and down. She tried to conceal her interest, as some of the more arrogant females did, but it was a miserable failure, for he knew females better than they did themselves.
"You're from Germany, Huh?" she said.
"I jam. We have no Stormys in Germany," he said, smiling. The girl was attractive, with a slender, but definitely feminine body under her tank top and shorts. Her legs were long and coltish yet, but they were well formed nonetheless.
Besides, the idea of having sisters was an interesting notion. He had done it before and always enjoyed it. And a second whore at his disposal right next door would make life easier. So he smiled in the way he knew set their little hearts aflutter and tossed his hair aside.
"I see jhou two are playing soccer," he said. "Not many gurls jhour age are steel attracted to athleteecs."
"Stormy thinks she's a boy," Adam grinned. She glared at him but said nothing.
"I'm afraid, Stormy," he said, smiling his best smile, "zat jhou are undeniablee a woman, and a verry attractive woman at zat. Any man can see zis at once."
"She's no woman," Adam scoffed.
"Shut up," Stormy glared and hissed. "Forgive him," she said. "He's a juvenile."
"Bruzers never appreciate zheir sisters," he said, smiling.
Suddenly another whore walked up to him, this one older, a few years older than him. She was tall, with straight, silky blonde shoulder length hair and a smiling face. She had an excellent body beneath her dress and by her face was obviously related to the two teenagers.
"Why, hello there," she said, holding out her hand. He took it automatically, though as always he was miffed at her presumption in daring a man's greeting.
"I jam Hans Zundel," he said, giving her his smile.
"I'm Jennifer Cooper," she said. "I see you've met the terrible two."
"Lovely cheeldren," he smiled.
"Are you living alone over there or is you wife going to join you?"
"Oh, I'm not marreed," he said, smiling in what the Americans would call an aw-shucks fashion.
"No? That's a big house for a single man."
"I like lots uv space," he said.
"Well, you'll have it there I guess," she smiled. As with the younger blonde she tried to hide how attracted she was to him, and failed. He had had few mother/daughter acts mostly because the mother seldom came up to his standards. This one was a definite beauty though.
"Jou are vehry joung to hav cheeldren of such age," he said.
"Why thank you," she laughed. "Actually I had them when I was quite young. I was only seventeen when Jamie was born."
Another slut. He could probably have her pants off right here on the sidewalk if the kids weren't here. He'd take her in a few days, and this little blonde slut too. He'd have all three women together!
"I must be off," he said. "I haf a business appointment."
"Oh? What do you do, Mister Zundel?" Jennifer asked.
"Hans, please. I jam an arteest. I paint, und sometimes sculpt."
"Oh, how interesting."
"Jou haf a finely detailed face," he said thoughtfully, sliding his fingers along her cheek.
"Goot cheekbones. Perhaps I shall paint jou one day, jah?"
"That ... that would be ... wonderful," she gulped.
"Goot. Ve shall zen."
"Would you like to come over this evening and have dinner, meet my husband?"
"Eet would be un honor," he said. "Until zhen, Auf Wiedershein und gaslesov mein doff ker deutslen komm hoffens do."
"Uhm what did that mean?" Jennifer smiled.
"Oh, eet ees un old saying een my country, until zhe sun ees low und ve meet to sip wine."
"That's lovely," she said, eyes fluttering.
He smiled and turned back to his Porsche, snickering to himself. What he'd actually said was "I will be back to fuck you and your slut daughters."
* * *
He did return that afternoon, and spent some time instructing Adam in the finer arts of soccer, or football, as he called it. Along the way he communicated something of his beliefs about women to the boy, who, though in awe of him, was somewhat doubtful.
"I don't know," Adam sighed. "I mean, maybe a lot of girls are dumb and kind of slutty, but Stormy and Jamie aren't."
"Oh, zey are lovely girls," Hans said. "Steel, jou see ze way Jamee looks at me. Womeen are, I tell jou, almost completely captive to zheir loins. Eet is, after all, why zey were made, for breeding."
"Well, maybe you don't have any trouble but the girls I know don't seem that eager to jump into bed with me."
"Oh, but ov course Zey are, my boy. Zey are merely putting on ze act, so as to appear chaste and proper. Eet ees society which calls upon zem to act ze part of ze propehr ladee, and zey arh tryeeng to do so by restraining zeir baser impulses."
"If you say so."
"Girls want sex even more Zan boys do. Zis is proven fact," he said. "Ze problem is Zey do not want jou to know Zees. Jou must make zem trust in jour deescretion. Zen dey weel feel free to expose zeir true nature."
"You mean if they think I'll keep my mouth shut they'll sleep with me?"
"More or less, zo it helps to behave as zey like."
"What do you mean?"
"Act careeng, patient, hug zem wizout touching zeir private parts, tell zem uv jour love and how attracteeve zey are. Flatter zem. Nozeeng make zem happier zan being told how preetee zey are."
"I don't think Storm would like that," Adam grinned.
"Jou are wrong. She is a female. I guarantee she vould love eet. Hehr show of being ze tomboy eez a play. I vill show jou at deener tonight. I vill pay her ze compliment and she vill become ze seely female."
"I'd love to see that," Adam grinned.
They practiced for another twenty minutes, then both went to their separate homes.
Jamie was in Hans' house. She had done the laundry and the dishes and was vacuuming the carpet when he came in. She jumped and blushed, then smiled shyly. He had told her to do the chores in the nude, and though she found this quite exciting and daring she had been jumpy all afternoon in case someone came over all of a sudden and saw her naked.
Hans walked by and gripped her thick hair in back of her head, propelling her along with him as he headed upstairs. She came willingly, her breasts swelling quickly at the thought of what he would do to her.
Though she still feared him somewhat, Jamie was convinced, not only that she loved him, but that he loved her as well. As for his rough treatment, well, it was just sex play, and she kind of liked it too, most of the time.
He pulled her into the bathroom, still holding her hair, making her wince and gasp several times. He let her go and yawned, then stripped off his sweatshirt, shoes and shorts.
"Turn on ze shower and make it hot," he ordered. She swallowed and got into the big shower stall, turning on the shower. She was doused with ice cold water for a moment and jumped quickly aside until it could warm. When it was the right temperature she nodded at Hans and he stepped into the stall.
"Get ze soap and soap me," he said negligently.
Jamie's eyes widened and her nipples got even harder. She took up the soap and, after a moment's hesitation, began to soap up his broad chest. He seemed to ignore her, looking over the top of her head as she soaped up his chest and belly, then chickened out and moved around behind to do his back and shoulders.
She loved running her hands over his strong shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath the skin there. She soaped up his back and then ... hesitated again. It seemed such a daring, slutty thing to do to soap up his ass.
"Continue," he said in annoyance.
So she did, holding her breath as she ran her soapy fingers up and down his buttocks lightly. She soaped up his ass, then moved around and, giggling and blushing, soaped up his heavy cock and balls, being exceedingly gentle.
She had to drop to her knees to soap up his thighs and legs, and he raised his feet one at a time so he could soap them up. He had no washcloth so she had to use her bare hands to scrub at his flesh.
He brushed her aside then so she fell on the floor. He moved into the stream of water and rinsed off the soap, ignoring her. She slowly stood up but he did not look at her, humming slightly to himself as he let the water wash off all the soap.
"Clean jhourself," he said curtly, stepping out of the shower.
She fought back disappointment, then quickly soaped herself up and rinsed off. By the time she was finished he had just finished blow drying his long blonde hair. She caught her breath at how gorgeous he looked, standing there in the mirror, his powerful body naked, legs spread, arms raised as he ran the brush through his hair.
She reached for the towel but he suddenly gripped her arm tightly, bruisingly tightly. She winced but did not protest as he forced her to her knees before him. He gripped her hair again, and again she felt some regret, wishing he would stop using her long thick hair like it were a handle.
He clutched his cock in his other hand. It was mostly flaccid as he pressed it against her face. She opened her mouth and it slipped between her lips. She began sucking on it, running her tongue all over the head, flicking it up and down the shaft as he held her tightly by the hair.
She was a complete amateur, and he made no secret of his annoyance as he showed her the proper way to please him, making her lick and suck on his balls, run her tongue up and down the shaft, rub it against the underside of the head.
When his cock hardened he began to fuck it into her face, tilting her head back deliberately as he pumped his cock into her. She sucked as best she could, making muffled grunts and other noises as he fucked the end of his cock into the back of her mouth.
Several times she gagged as he punched it against the entrance to her throat. Her hands pushed at his hips as though to control the speed and depth of his fucking. He twisted her hair hard, producing a muffled cry of pain.
"Stop zat!" he ordered. "Put jour hands down at jour side. I do not vant jou sloweeng me down. Jou are a stuppeed girhl wiz no grace or knowledge of sexual practice."
She took her hands back a little, crestfallen. He twisted her hair even more, bringing tears to her eyes.
"Put jour hands at jour side," he snapped, pronouncing each word separately and clearly.
She obeyed, as he knew she would, her hands dropping limply to her sides as he continued to fuck his cock back and forth in her mouth. Sometimes he would hold her head still and pump his cock into it, other times he would keep his own pelvis still, jerking her face back and forth against him.
It was a harsh face fucking, but she did not protest, trying only to not gag as the head of his cock slammed against the back of her throat with increasing force and speed.
He began to shuffle around to her side then, moving around behind her. His cock kept pumping back and forth in her mouth as he forced her head back further and further, bowing her body painfully hard. He stood behind her, forcing her head way back, his free hand roughly fondling her breast as he ran his cock into her mouth.
After a few feeble rises, her arms had again settled to her sides, despite the discomfort she was undergoing.
"Any German girl know how to deep zroat a man," he said. "Jou must also learn zis. I vill instruct jou."
She was hardly in a position to protest. Besides, her back and throat were aching from the strain and she hardly heard him.
Then he rammed his cock forward and down, the head punching against the entrance to her throat and ramming through. She squealed in shock, her hands jerking up and trying to fend him off, but he ignored her, burying his cock in her throat, not stopping until his balls lay against her nose.
"Just swallow eet," he barked. "Pretend eet eez a big piece of meat and swallow eet."
Jamie's throat ached from inside and outside now, and she felt suffocated and panicky. She couldn't breathe and wanted to throw up. But he clung tightly to her hair and she couldn't pull away. She slapped at his hands again and again and he growled something in German, his free hand slapping down hard on her straining, swollen right breast.
"Keep steel!" he snapped as her body shuddered in pain. "Put jour hands down and only zen weel I remove eet from jour zroat."
She tried, but was too panicky, her hands trying to shove him back. Again he slapped her right breast, and again a blast wave of agony shot through her system, momentarily dazing her.
"Put jour arms at jour sides!" he snarled.
Dizzy and frightened and in pain, she lowered her arms. After a few seconds hesitation he slid his long length of cock meat up her throat channel. The head popped free and she sucked in a deep breath of air, whimpering and sobbing in misery and fear.
"Jou must learn zis. All German girls no zis. No true woman cannot deep zroat a man," he berated her. "Do not be a child. I vill not harm jou. Hold jour breath while eet ees inside jour zroat stupeed girl."
Her taut, curved chest heaved as she panted and moaned, but her arms stayed at her sides as he rubbed the head of his cock over her upside down face.
"I vill show jou again," he said sternly. "Zis time pretend jour swallow somezeeng. Swallow my cock and fight ze urge to gag. I vill allow jour to breath in time."
Trembling in fear, Jamie held still as he pushed his bulging cockhead into her mouth again. He pumped it back and forth several times, then thrust hard, skewering her, slamming his cock into her throat. She jerked violently, her arms raising to shoulder height, but then they dropped again and she let him slide the full length of his cock down into her throat.
"Goot. Goot." he said.
He began to slowly pump his cock up and down in her throat, still forcing her head far back. The pain in her hair and back was ignored now as Jamie concentrated desperately on the odd and uncomfortable sensation of his cock sliding up and down inside her throat.
Her throat tickled horribly, and also hurt, but from the inside, like when she had a really sore throat and swallowed food. Her throat felt swollen, and she had to keep fighting the urge to throw up, especially when his cock was sliding upwards.
He popped it out of her throat and she gasped for breath again, her full round breasts rising and falling rapidly. His free hand fondled her breasts, both of which were straining outwards and upwards because of her painfully arched back.
Again he forced his cock deep into her throat, fucking it back and forth, using her as a jerkoff toy. His cock sliding up and down inside her throat felt less painful now, though it was still uncomfortable. She felt like she had succeeded. She felt a gladness that she was accomplishing what the more sophisticated European girls apparently did all the time. And also felt good that Hans seemed satisfied with her. His cruel words hurt worse than the physical pain he inflicted on her.
He continued to fuck her throat, stopping and letting her breath every now and then. Finally he came, pulling his cock free and spewing out a thick torrent of jism.
It splashed over her face in a warm wet shower, and Hans rubbed his dripping cock all over her face to rub it in, soaking her from forehead to chin. He rubbed it in like cold cream, chuckling in amusement.
Finally he let her go, stepping back with a sigh of pleasure. Jamie fell forward, off balance, and only just managed to keep her face from hitting the ground. She panted for breath again a she slowly turned around and blinked up at him.
"Do not clean jour face," he said. "I vant jour face to be coated wiz my sperm as I eat wiz jour pareents tonight."
The idea made her shiver in excitement, and she naively believed that was what turned Hans on too, never imagining it had to do with his contempt for her and her family. Hans left the bathroom and she staggered to her feet, looking at her red, glistening face in the mirror.
After getting her breath she picked up the brush and dryer and began to dry off her hair. Hans came back as she was doing that and pressed his naked crotch into her soft, rounded buttocks. She sighed in pleasure.
His hands came around her and he gently massaged and kneaded her full breasts, working his fingers into the delicate, sensitive flesh. He slid one hand down between her legs and began to carefully stroke two fingers over her clitty.
Soon she was panting again, grinding her ass back into him as she felt the heat grip her body. But then he stopped just when she was approaching orgasm and stepped away.
"Finish jour hair," he said. "Jhou must go home und get ready for deener."
"OJi, Hans," she moaned. "Couldn't you ... couldn't you ... "
"What?"
"Fuck me?" She pleaded with wide begging eyes.
"Do not be such a slut," he snapped scornfully.
She reddened in embarrassment.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stormy Spent almost an hour trying to decide what to wear to dinner. Her heart fluttered every time she thought of the gorgeous German man who lived next door. She knew, of course, that he was much too old for her, but that didn't stop her from wanting to look attractive to him.
The problem was she really didn't have anything that was designed to make herself look pretty. She had plenty of jeans and t-shirts, tank tops, sweatshirts, some blouses, and a few mid-length dress skirts for special occasions when she couldn't get away with wearing pants.
But she just didn't have any of the short skirts and slinky dresses Jamie wore. Besides, if she were to show up in a miniskirt everyone in the house would laugh their heads off. It would be SO obvious what she was doing.
No, the problem was not just finding something ... something, well, sexy, but also not raising her parents' or siblings' eyebrows.
She finally settled on jeans from the back of her closet that she'd outgrown and a crop top that, though not dressy, and intended for playing football, showed off the slim, smooth skin of her belly and was tight enough to show she was hardly flat chested.
It wasn't exactly sleek and sophisticated, but then guys found things like that sexy, or so she'd heard.
There wasn't a lot she could do with her hair, other than brush it. It was too short and straight to play with.
She held her breath when she trotted downstairs, but nobody seemed to think her dress was out of place. Actually, Jamie was the one she thought would be most likely to notice, but she seemed very distracted and hardly looked at her.
Jamie herself was dressed in a tight black dress with a very short skirt. Her big breasts stood out quite obviously and when she sat the hem practically exposed her thighs all the way to her crotch. But since Jamie often dressed like that nobody cared.
Adam gave both of them a few odd looks, but then concentrated on talking football with her father.
Her mother was dressed, at least to Stormy, suspiciously. She had on a long dress that hugged her figure, if not as closely as Jamie's, at least closely enough to show she had a slender, hourglass figure. Stormy didn't say anything about it though.
Hans arrived, wearing a black turtle neck and sports jacket. He shook hands firmly with her father, who seemed short and dumpy in comparison to the tall, muscular German man.
"Hi, I'm Jack Cooper," he said, smiling.
"Hans Zundel," Hans said. "Ger fruken das fraulein ze commen frome."
"Uh, what was that?"
"It is an old greeting. Roughly translated it means, the warmth of your house and light of your fire brings joy to my heart."
"Oh, isn't that beautiful!" Jennifer sighed, eyes bright.
"Yeah," Stormy said.
Jamie just stared at him, her eyes practically blank, though she was smiling.
Hans sat on the couch next to Jack, snickering to himself without showing it. What he'd really said was "I come to fuck your women."
"Jack, I must say you hav a most lovely family, a beautiful wife, two lofely daughters, and a most handsome son."
"Well, thanks, Hans," Jack said.
Jamie and Stormy both blushed, though Jennifer merely looked away with a smile. Adam looked suspiciously at his sisters, snorting in derision at their response.
Jack and Hans, along with Adam, compared the finer points of football, both European and American versions, while Jamie and Stormy sat nearby watching Hans. Jennifer had to finish the dinner and get it on the table.
Much to their annoyance she soon called in Jamie and Stormy to help.
"God, he's gorgeous," Stormy giggled.
Jamie glared at her but Jennifer only sighed and agreed.
"He's way too old for you," Jamie frowned.
"Oh, and not you, I suppose?"
"I'm far more mature than you."
"Bullshit!"
"Both of you can forget it. He's far too old for either of you," Jennifer said, shoving between them with the mashed potatoes.
They brought the food out and dinner began. Much to her disappointment, Hans seldom met Jamie's imploring eyes, practically ignoring her. She knew it was for the best, that it wouldn't do to arouse her parents' suspicion. Still, she felt miserable.
Stormy on the other hand, kept finding his eyes on her, and felt her heart beating faster each time. She tried to eat without leaning forward, so her breasts would continue to push out hard against her top. She wasn't as big as Jamie but she didn't think she was bad for a B cup.
After dinner her father and Hans mostly talked to each other, much to her disappointment. She never had a chance to get a word in. When her father or Hans weren't talking, her mother was. Her mother was, in her opinion, acting very slutty, practically coming on to the man.
What was the matter with her, anyway. Didn't she know how ancient she was?
Jamie just sat around, staring at Hans, mooning like a lovesick cow. Stormy looked at her in disgust.
Even Adam was acting stupid, like Hans was some kind of stupid sports hero or something.
Frustrated, she dared to steal the keys out of his jacket pocket when he took it off. Later, she planned to go over and give them back, claiming to have found them on the floor. They could talk, just a little. Maybe he'd tell her how beautiful she was again.
"Normally, uv course, I do not do realism, except in portraiture. I prefer ze freedom of abstract painting."
"I think you have to be more educated than I am to appreciate most abstract art," Jack said.
"Veil, ees not for everyone," Hans conceded. "Jou haf not ze arts background. Wheech reminds me," he sighed, looking at his expensive gold watch, "I hav an early appointment und must be off."
"We were glad to have you, Hans," Jennifer said, smiling prettily.
"Yeah, you're welcome over here any time," Jack said, standing.
"I thank jou, und vill return ze compliment."
Then, which much goodbyes, especially from the women, Hans left, going back to his own house. Jamie's plan of hurrying over shortly after was thwarted when her mother demanded she come help with the clearing up and dishes.
"Why can't Stormy do that?" she demanded.
"Because it's your turn."
Stormy managed to conceal her glee, but only just. She waited a few minutes, then slipped out through the garage and hurried over to Hans' house. He opened the door within moments of her knock.
"Oh, uhm, uh, hi, Mr. Zundel," she said, swallowing nervously.
"Veil, hello zere Stormy," he smiled, his eyes twinkling.
She stared up at him and sighed.
"Vas zere somezeeng jou vanted?" he asked at last.
"Oh, uhm, yes, you uh, you forgot these?"
"My keys? Hmmm? Now how could I haf forgotten zeez?"
"I uh, guess they fell out of your pocket," Stormy gulped.
"No doubt. Would jou like to come in for a moment?"
"Oh, I couldn't."
"I haf a small bottle of wine I promised to jour fadder which jou could take back for me."
"Oh, well, okay," she smiled, stepping gingerly into the house. He closed the door and came after.
"Jhou do not drink wine?"
"Me? Uh, no, I'm not allowed."
"In Europe, girls are not treated as such cheeldren. Zey are accorded more respect."
"Wish I was there," she said.
"Someday jou will, no doubt."
He put an arm around her and led her through the living room towards the bar in one corner. Stormy could hardly breathe she was so excited.
He led her to the bar, then, gently turned her around smiled down at her. She gazed breathlessly back up.
"Jou are indeed a lovely young woman, Stormee," he smiled. His finger brushed aside some of her bangs.
He bent and Stormy held her breath, then his lips brushed hers so softly and lightly she thought she might have imagined it. She closed her eyes, and his lips returned, more firmly, pressing against hers.
Her heart skipped a beat as he leaned into her, his arms going around her and pulling her into his body. She felt his warmth and the hardness of his muscular frame. His hands stroked her slender back as he leaned into her, pressing her back.
One hand slid up behind her head, holding it firmly as his lips began to slide over hers. Stormy, after an eternity of shock, began to kiss him back, terrified she would do it wrong. She was engulfed by a shimmering wave of heat and lust as his lips moved against hers and his tongue began to dart into her mouth.
Then, with a shock, she realized his other hand was on her behind, squeezing and kneading her buttocks as he kissed her. She didn't know what to do about that and wasn't thinking straight either. She'd seldom allowed a boy to fondle her much, especially not on a first date.
But then Hans was no boy, and he was a European, and so handsome and sophisticated. The last thing she wanted to do was make him think she was some shy, gauche American schoolgirl.
He half lifted her, easing her back onto a bar stool, raising her left leg high as he leaned even further forward. He bowed her back across the bar, his tongue now dipping and dancing inside her mouth as his lips slipped from side to side on hers.
The hand on her butt had now slipped around in front and after a brief caress of her inner thigh, slipped onto her groin, cupping her hot, aching pussy mound through her tight jeans. A bolt of raging fire ripped through her and she let out a sharp yip of shock.
Yet with it came the realization that things were moving too fast, far too fast. She wanted to push him away, but didn't dare, and wasn't sure she could bring herself to anyway. His lips were so soft, so hot, so demanding, they were burning her up.
His hand squeezed and stroked her pussy, kneading her tight, sensitive cunt mound through her pants as she unconsciously humped against him. She groaned in denial, knowing even more that this was wrong, starting to squirm against him.
He jerked back on her hair, and bit down on her throat. She cried out, her mouth opening and closing without words as her chest heaved. He jerked up her cropped tank top then, baring her bra-clad breasts.
Barely had she registered this than his expert fingers had slipped the catch from between her cups and bared her firm young breasts entirely.
"Ha ... Hans!" she gasped, but his lips crushed hers again and his hand cupped her left breast, squeezing and kneading it.
Her legs were spread apart and he was between them, grinding his pelvis into her loins as he twisted and squeezed her hard little pink nipple and stuffed his tongue down into her mouth.
She tried to push him away but he had a firm grip on her hair and her body was throbbing and pulsing with wild electrical fire, twitching and jerking.
His hand returned to her groin, squeezing and rubbing it with more and more energy now as he tore his lips from hers and fastened them around her left breast. He sucked in a mass of tit meat, including her nipple and sucked on it as his tongue twirled around the nipple.
She gasped in astonished shock, rippling waves of fiery sexual heat burning through her body as she whimpered and sobbed in pleasure. Her cunt was quivering, burning her from inside out. His hands were strong and firm as they kneaded her pussy meat.
She humped back frantically, the fire in her loins overcoming any thoughts of resistance. She was no intoxicated beyond restraint by the sex in her blood. She mewled and moaned and whined as Hans sucked and licked at her nipple and rubbed her sparkling pussy.
Her breathing was ragged and shallow and she grunted in helpless pleasure as her body soared upwards into a powerful orgasm. Her legs were wide apart, her right foot on the floor, her left waving in mid-air as Hans kept his big hand firmly on the center of her crotch and kneaded her cunt mound.
His thumb ground into her clitty and she let out a long shuddering breath, her head rocking from side to side on the bar as she arched back across the edge. Her ass squirmed and twisted on the bar stool and her left foot jerked and flailed in mid-air.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she stiffened, all the breath leaving her body as she felt another towering wave of sexual heat flood her slender body.
Then She went limp, collapsing against the bar as the cum left her. Hans continued to suck on her nipple for long seconds, then slid his lips up her chest and onto her throat, where he bit lightly.
She groaned weakly, some of her senses starting to return as her fluttering eyelids looked down at the top of Hans' head. He was biting her throat with growing passion now and with her returning senses she knew she had to stop him.
The doorbell suddenly rang. He ignored it, his hands squeezing both her breasts as he licked and chewed on her throat.
The bell rang again, and again.
"Hans?" Jamie's voice called out. Stormy gasped and shoved him away, falling forward. She collapsed briefly, then staggered towards the back door.
"No, wait," Hans gasped. "I vill send her away."
But Stormy jerked open the french door and stumbled through, and out through the back door. He followed her but she gained enough strength to grip the top of the fence and climb across.
His face was a mask of anger as he watched her small, tight behind slip over the top and disappear. Slut! Filthy fucking stupid little cunt bitch! Just wait, he promised her silently. He would fuck her so hard she couldn't sit down for a month!
He turned back and strode quickly across the room to the front door, then yanked it open. Jamie gasped and looked up at him, the smile that started to form on her face dying as she saw his anger. "Get in here!" he hissed.
She gulped and hurried inside and he slammed the door behind her.
"Vhat are jhou doink here?" he demanded, gripping her hair from behind and pulling her head up and back in a painful grip.
"I ... I came to see you, Hans," she gasped.
"Did I tell jou to come here? Hmmm?"
"N ... n ... noooo," she whimpered.
"Fuckeenk whore!" he snarled.
His other hand whirled around and shot up into her crotch, hitting hard and then locking tightly on her soft pussy pad. She cried out in pain, her arms flailing out at either side as he bent her head back even further and mashed her cunt in hard strong fingers.
"Jou vant to be fucked? Ees zat eet? Hmm? Veil zen, I vill take care uv zat!"
He gripped the hem of her skirt in both hands and ripped it upwards. The tight sheath pulled inside out and tore upwards off her body with enough force to almost tear her arms off as he ripped it over her shoulders.
He flung it aside as she staggered off balance, clad in the sexy black panties and bra she'd purchased that day. He ignored them except to forcefully rip her bra apart between the cups, and tear her panties upwards so hard they dug up painfully hard into her cunt slit and then tore apart.
She cried out again, sobbing in fear and pain as he gripped her hair and forced her to her knees, then kept pressing further, mashing her face down into the carpet.
"Spread jour legs, slut!" he snarled. "Rhaise jour ass in ze air!"
Whimpering, she did as he ordered, her eyes wide as he undid his pants and then dropped to his knees behind her. He jerked his cock out and rubbed it up and down against her snatch, muttering angrily in German as his hands slapped down hard on her buttocks.
He squeezed her ass cheeks hard, then fitted the nose of his now erect cock against her slit and drove forward with all his strength. Jamie screamed as she was impaled on his mighty shaft, his hard cockhead thrusting deep into her belly.
She felt herself stabbed, high inside the center of her guts, but as his hands clamped down hard on her behind she could do nothing but cry and jerk and claw at the rug with her fingers. He drew back slightly, and as she attempted to rise, he shoved down hard on the back of her head, mashing her face into the carpet again.
Once more his cock slammed into her, driving like a steel spike into the center of her being, high up inside her lower belly, mashing and squashing her cervix as the pain flooded her system.
"Ohhhh! OHhhhh, Stooooop! Nooooo!"
But he ignored her. The stupid slut had cost him what he believed to be a cherry. Even now he would be sticking his cock in fresh bloody virgin cunt if it had not been for her. He tore his cock back and rammed it forward, his fingers like claws on her flanks as he began to fuck her in spiteful vengeance, using his cock as a weapon to pummel her cervix.
She grunted and whimpered and moaned, crying out piteously as his cock ripped back and forth inside her tender pussy tunnel. Tears filled her eyes as her body was inundated with pain. Her insides were jerking and quivering and turning inside out as the sharp aching stabs throbbed and pulsed throughout her body.
He cursed her in German, ignoring her sniveling and whimpering as he battered her slight frame with his heavy, muscular body. Each powerful blow of his hips crushed her soft buttocks and rocked her forward on her shoulders.
His cock sliced between her pussy lips as he rutted into her with savage force. The long, fat, hard tube of male flesh slashed across her tender pink flesh, scouring it with brutal speed as he punished her for impertinence.
He would have many women here over the coming years and had no intention of being interrupted by this ignorant piece of trash. He would show her not to do anything without permission.
He reached down and gripped her thick red hair, the hair she had brushed so carefully before coming over, mashing it in a tight ball and lifting her upper body off the floor. She screamed, her hands reaching back to grip his wrist as he pulled her face and chest off the floor.
"On jour hands und knees, slut," he hissed. "On all fours like ze beetch dog in heat!"
Her fingers clawed at the rug and then found purchase as he let go of her hair. She gasped and panted and whined in fear and pain as he rutted into her with brutal speed. He gripped her waist again, jerking her ass back against him as he spiked his cock up into her.
He fucked as hard and fast as he could, sneering and cursing her as she whined and sobbed and whimpered continuously. A particularly brutal thrust knocked her off her knees and he slapped furiously at her, his open hand striking the side of her face, then the side of her breast as she writhed and wriggled onto her side.
He knelt over her left leg, gripping her right and forcing it straight up. She cried out in pain as he tore her leg open. She turned wild eyes down at him as she lay helplessly on her side. She thought her leg would come out of its socket as he forced it up and back.
His big cock ripped into her pussy again, as he jerked her trembling body back against him. He pressed forward, mashing his chest against her leg to hold it back, then grabbing her hair with his left hand and her right tit with his other.
He squeezed both, pulling back on her hair to force her head back even as he ripped her tit downwards. Using both for leverage, he fucked down into her faster than any wild eyed dog had ever imagined.
She was spread wide, utterly vulnerable as his heavy framed body smashed down into her crotch like a jack hammer, his cock drilling deep into her belly as he tore at her tits and hair. She gurgled helplessly, her mind spinning as her body bounced in time to his hyper-speed rutting.
But then Hans gained some control of his anger. It was rather early, his control of her not yet complete. Too much brutality too early, could conceivably drive her away in fear.
He slowed his wild pumping, his hands coming free. There were red lines on her breast where his fingers had dug in. He growled and muttered to himself, then rolled forward on top of her. He gathered her in his arms and rolled onto his back, taking her over on top, kissing her tenderly.
She continued to sniffle as his hands stroked her body. She was still impaled on his bloated fuck-wand, but he was hardly humping at all inside her, leashing his temper, for now.
His hand slid down her back and down along the crack between her perfect round buttocks, down between her legs to stroked her pussy mound. He murmured softly, comfortingly as he nuzzled his lips against the side of her neck and held the sobbing girl.
"Yo ... you hurt me," she sniffled.
"Shhhh," he whispered. "Eet vas only zat jour bodee drives me so vild, Jamee," he cooed.
His fingers found her clitty and rubbed it gently as he held her tightly against him. He licked along her throat as he humped softly upwards.
A month from now, he promised himself, he would rip the flesh from her back for interrupting him like that.
But for now ...
He slid his lips softly over hers and kissed her. She continued to sniffle and gulp back tears for long minutes, then began to respond as his stroking finger made the heat rise inside her. Soon she was smiling, even though her face was stained with tears.
He pushed her upwards, got her to kneel above him, and let her ride joyfully up and down on his cock, holding himself back as she humped in blissful glee, riding his prong like a child on a mechanical horse.
She came, arching her back and groaning in pleasure. His fingers kneaded her breasts as he humped faster into her, but when she collapsed onto his chest he rolled them onto their sides and simply hugged her tight, humping slowly until she had regained her breath.
She practically purred against him, burying her face in his shoulder.
He rolled her over and mashed his lips down. She kissed back passionately. He lifted her legs up, scooping them high and shoving them back against her chest as he began to fuck harder. She squealed in surprise, then hugged her own legs back as he began to thrust down into her.
It did not occur to her that she was in a demeaning position, nor did she mind when Hans began to pound his hips down against her very sore buttocks. His cock stroked furiously over her clitty, quickly raising her to the heights of ecstasy again ... then hurling her off.
And as his cum drained down into her spasming, writhing body, she called out her love to him again and again, shuddering with the pleasure inflicted on her body.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stormy was shaking as she made it back into her bedroom. She closed and locked the door, then fell back against it, panting and gulping in air. Her bra was still open, she noted, but her breasts felt warm, not cool.
Her crotch felt hot and damp and greasy, her panties clinging to her cunt crack. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide as she tried to understand what had just happened, and what had almost happened.
As a tomboy, Stormy had hardly dated at all. The furthest she'd ever gone with a guy, aside from Hans, was when Tony Reilly got his hand under her bathing suit once and groped her naked breast for several seconds before she'd knocked his hand away.
And now she'd almost ... she'd been on the verge ...
Stormy was not very sophisticated about these things but she had no doubts about what Hans was about to do to her.
Of course, all men wanted that, so that wasn't very unusual. What was strange, frighteningly strange, was how her will had collapsed, how she'd let him get her bra open, let him grope, hell, let him lick and suck on her nipples!
She still could hardly believe it, nor could she believe he'd jerked her off through her jeans. She checked again to make sure the door was locked, then lifted her crop top up and off, shrugged off her already open bra, kicked off her shoes, and skimmed out of her jeans.
Her panties were soaking where they had dug up into her cleft and she jerked them off and flung them in the corner, then went into the bathroom to clean herself off. She was ashamed of herself, wondering in misery what Hans must think of her.
He probably thought she was a cheap whore for letting him do so much to her, she thought.
It did not occur to her to be mad at him. After all, he just acted like all guys did. It was her that had failed in her responsibility.
Her crotch was very wet with her pussy juices and her face turned crimson at the thought of Hans feeling how wet she was. She thanked God he hadn't gotten her pants open, hadn't been able to get his hand down inside to feel her moisture.
She turned on the water and sat on the edge of the tub, then reached down and splashed water from the faucet up into her crotch. She picked up a cup and filled it, then poured it over her pussy. She spread her legs wide, picking up a bar of soap and soaping herself up.
She stroked herself with soapy fingers, her mind playing and replaying the hot, passionate scene with Hans, her body reliving the heat and lust she'd felt for the first time ever. As her mind drifted a bit, her fingers continued stroking her cunt cleft, the slippery digits rubbing back and forth over her clitty.
The tingling warmth brought her back to reality, but she was not dismayed, stroking with more intent now. Her breasts were hard, her nipples erect. She squeezed them together with her upper arms as she brought both hands into her crotch and fingered her pussy.
She continued to stroke her fingers across her clit as the fingers of her other hand separated her cunt lips and probed at her fuck tunnel. She winced a bit as she slowly, slowly wriggled a single finger up inside her tight cunt tube.
It felt good. It felt natural. There was some aching, but not much, and she pushed it deeper, pressing from side to side, up, down, back and forth, as though to stretch her pussy tunnel wider, make room for bigger and better things.
She gasped as the heat flooded her body. Her fingers stroked faster and faster against her clitty as she wriggled her finger inside her snatch box. Her eyes closed, and her mind replayed the scene with Hans, only this time he held her naked in his arms and buried his penis inside her.
Her mind soared at the thought, and her body was engulfed in flames at the lewdness of the raw, carnal image. To have a man, a man like Hans inside her! To feel his ... his thing moving inside her pussy, inside her very womb!
She groaned, her head falling back as she thrust her finger harder, pumping it insider her tube as she frigged her clitty with her soapy fingers. Her naked ass cheeks squirmed on the cold hard enamel of the tub as the pleasure mounted within her and drove all coherent thought from her frazzled mind.
She came, grunting and moaning as she humped against her fingers, thinking of Hans, of his soft lips and hard muscular torso as they pressed against her, thinking of his near naked body as she'd seen it the other day.
* * *
If her daughters were quiet that night, and that quiet lasted through the next morning, Jennifer did not notice it. Stormy left for a volleyball game, while Jamie went to the mall to shop. With Adam gone out and Jack working that left her alone in the house.
She was startled then to look up and see movement out of the corner of her eye. She recognized Hans' sweet smile almost at once as he waved at her through the glass doors.
"Hello there," she said, smiling up at him.
"Goot Morgen, Genneefehr," he said. "I took ze short cut overh jour fence. I hope jhou do not mind?"
"Oh no, go right ahead," she smiled.
"I haf brought somezeeng for jhou," he said, smiling shyly and holding out a rolled up paper. She reached out for it and he gripped her hand suddenly, drawing it up to his lips so he could kiss the back.
"I vas inspired last night," he said, handing her the rolled up paper.
Jennifer swallowed to clear her throat and took the paper, then unrolled it. It was a drawing, done in pencil or charcoal, of her.
She was wearing the dress from last night, her straight hair perfectly coiffed, not a hair out of place. Her face was sensual, with a knowing curve to her lips. Her breasts pushed out firmly against her dress, rather more firmly than she remembered, the dress appearing to strain under the pressure.
The dress was also much shorter than in reality, and her legs were bare to well above the knee, her legs perfectly proportioned and sculpted.
"Uhm, it's beautiful," she said, meaning it, flattered beyond measure. She really did look like a sexy knockout in the picture. She only wished the real dress looked as good on her as the way Hans drew it.
"I don't think I looked nearly that good, though," she smiled.
"To me, jhou did," he said, his eyes sparkling. She blushed a bit and turned her eyes downwards, hiding them from him as she looked at the picture.
"I vuld be most grateful if jhou vould let me paint jhou," he said.
"Really? You want to pain me?" she gulped.
"Yes," he said, eyes suddenly very intense. "Zees moment! Een ze morneenk light!"
"Oh, I don't know," she said, flattered, yet embarrassed.
"Jes, I must paint jhou!"
"But ... but ... "
"Cum!" He took her hand and led her out of the kitchen, then down the hall and upstairs.
"But ... but where are we going?" she gasped, trotting to keep up with him.
They moved unerringly into the master bedroom, but just as she began to be alarmed at this he swept her past the bed and over to the closet, letting go of her hand to pull the doors open and study the clothing inside.
"What on earth are you looking for?" She asked.
He pulled out a dress, then shoved it back, taking out another.
"Yes," he said, sweeping it around and putting it up against her. It was a pure white gown, thin and silky, low cut with spaghetti straps.
"I shall paint jhou een zees!"
"Oh no, I couldn't."
"Uv course you could, and shall! Cum."
"But, but, I'm not sure that even fits me anymore. I haven't worn it in years."
"No matter."
He led her back downstairs, then out through the front door and across the lawn to his house.
"I'm not sure of this, Hans," she gasped, struggling to keep up with him. "I should ask Jack."
"To be painted? Do not be absurd. Jhou are a grown woman. I must capture jhour beauty on my canvas."
She blushed at this and then they were at his door and inside. He led her upstairs again, and down the hall to a room with a skylight. There were several paintings in various stages of completion occupying tripods there. There were also tables with scattered brushes and paints, and in the middle of the room was a tall block of stone, with some pieces chipped out.
He led her to a screen and around behind it.
"Change quickly while I prepare," he said imperiously.
"But Hans ... "
He disappeared around the screen and she stood there uncertainly, still clutching the white dress. It was a particularly sexy number Jack had once bought for her. She'd only worn it a couple of times to please him. It was rather more revealing than she usually dared.
Still, the idea of being painted by Hans, in this dress, was not only tremendously flattering, but more than a little arousing. Even wearing the dress around him would be exciting. He exuded such a raw animal magnetism, such a deep, sensual maleness, that she found herself having raw, graphic thoughts.
She stripped off her dress and then put on the white gown. She had to remove her bra then, and did it quickly for fear he would come around the screen and see her topless. She pulled the straps up over her shoulders and adjusted the front of the dress to cover most of her breasts.
She looked down at a deep cleavage, the cups of the gown straining even more than the picture Hans had drawn of her. I can't wear this, she said to herself, starting to remove it.
Then Hans came around the screen.
"Perfect," he cried.
"But ... "
He pulled her out from behind the screen and placed her beneath the skylight, then released her hand and stepped back a few feet, studying her.
She blushed and her eyes looked away. Her breathing grew somewhat faster and she tried to ease her heart.
"Like zo," he said, his hand pressing against her chest just above her breasts, pushing her gently back. His other hand pressed against the small of her back as he positioned her body to his liking.
"Tilt jour head back like zo," he said, pushing her head back, then cocking it slightly to one side.
She felt her breasts pushing hard against the thin fabric, and didn't dare look for fear her nipples were thrusting out visibly against it.
He rushed back to his easel and began to paint, looking at her, then the canvas, then her, then the canvas. She held her position, feeling very strange inside.
After a half hour he frowned and scurried over to her, studying her up close. He took her arm and raised it up, putting her hand behind her head. Then he slipped the strap off her other shoulder, so that side of the dress slipped down slightly.
"Hans!"
"Do not be shy. Ees only a leetle beet. Mien Gott, jhou Hamericans, jhou are all so frightened uv jhour own flesh."
"I'm not ... not frightened," she gulped.
He returned to his easel and painted some more.
"Arch jhour back more," he called after twenty minutes. She complied.
But he frowned and came back again, studying her intensely.
"Wait. Let me try somezeeng," he said, pulling her arm back down and undoing the other strap. He pulled her dress down, baring her breasts and she squealed and covered them with her arms, her eyes wide with shock.
"Hans!"
"Shhh, like zo," he said, adjusting the dress so it hung around her hips. He pulled one arm away from her breasts, leaving one across them, her hand on her breast.
"Yes!"
"No, no," she said, blushing furiously.
"Yes. Do not be afraid, jhou show noteenk. See?"
"But ... but ... "
"Jhour shoulders are so beautiful, so smooth and soft. Zeyr perfect lines must not be distorted by zees straps."
"Oh, I don't know, Hans," she whined.
"Trust me. Jhou are beautiful, ze venus."
So, with her left arm uplifted, and her right across her right breast, hand covering her left, she stood there in the sunlight as he painted frantically.
She felt intensely sexual, despite Hans' apparent lack of interest in her as a sexual person. She was practically naked with the most gorgeous hunk of male flesh she had ever seen, and he was an artist too! How could any red blooded woman not be deeply aroused?
It was a short step from there to baring more of her breasts, then turning to present her behind as he let the dress fall around her ankles. From there he got her to expose one breast completely, then both. And finally, before she knew it, or could understand how she had permitted it, she was standing utterly nude, her arms up high above her and stretched wide, her back arched as she "greeted the world", according to Hans.
Her mind whirled and churned as she stood there. He was an artist, she kept telling herself. Nudity is nothing special to him. There's nothing immoral about doing this, nothing shocking or lewd.
Yet her body tingled with heat, her pussy fairly dripping with it. Her breasts were firm and hard as she arched her back, her nipples sticking out like erasers.
And then Hans was beside her again, his fingers trailing along her back, sliding up and down her spine as he urged her to arch just a bit more. His hand lay flat on her belly as he stood behind her. It rose, slid upwards, going between her jutting breasts to push against her breast bone.
And as she stood there, trembling with barely contained heat, his hand slid down between her breasts, down her belly and down between her thighs to cup her pussy mound and squeeze upwards. A blast of heat poured through her and she gasped in pleasure.
Then she widened her eyes and turned to him in shock. He smiled knowingly, sliding around beside her, his other hand sliding through her hair, pulling her head back.
He engulfed her then, his arms sliding around her and pulling her into his body as his teeth and lips slid along the nape of her neck. With a trembling groan she hugged him tightly, moaning in passion as her naked flesh ground into his body.
His hands stroked her body as his lips sought and then caught hers. They kissed passionately, her lust making her wild with need. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt and tore it open, then roughly stroked his bare chest.
He cupped her ass and lifted. Her arms went around his shoulders and she jumped up against him, mashing her lips excitedly against his as he turned and carried her over to a nearby table. He set her down on it and her arm slipped from his shoulders as she lay back.
He slipped the remains of his shirt off and she gasped in appreciation as her wide eyes took in the powerful, well muscled torso. He smiled down at her, bending then and mashing his lips against her, grinding his crotch into her naked pussy as their arms clutched each other.
He drew back, shoving his pants down and taking out his bulging erection. She spread her legs wide, looking down at it in wonder, as if she couldn't believe she was seeing it, couldn't believe what she was doing.
He rubbed the nose up and down against her cunt cleft.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh Jesus, what am I doing?"
He pressed his cockhead against the center of her slit, cleaving her lips, forcing them in and back, penetrating her with his hard cockhead, pushing it into her slowly, feeling her tight cunt walls sliding open before it.
He pressed it half-way in, then leaned forward, dropping his chest onto her, encircling her with his arms even as her own came up around him. He thrust forward then, feeling her shudder as his cock drove deep inside.
He buried it in her tight, wet belly, their lips mashing hotly, hungrily as he ground his pelvis into her soft flesh. He crushed her full round breasts beneath his powerfully muscled chest as their tongues slithered together, first in her mouth, then his, then hers again.
His right hand slipped beneath her ass, jerking her up against him as his left slid through her hair and seized control of her head. With her locked tight against him he began humping into her, his cock driving in and out of her velvety depths.
She moaned and shook, then came, grunting wildly as he humped frenziedly into her. Her eyes were wide and wild, her body racked by convulsions as he ground his cock over her clitty. Her legs clutched him tightly, her fee beating at his ass while she strained against him.
Then, with a long quavering sigh of escaping air, she fell back limp, her legs unclenching, dropping down. He smiled, straightening, pulling his lips free from her panting mouth.
He stood straight, his hands on her breasts, molding and squeezing them as he slowly pumped his cock inside her. He used the full length of his organ, slowly, calmly, running the long tube of flesh in and out of her hot, sweating body.
She lay there and looked up at him, dazed and weak. He lifted her legs then, lifted them high, holding them by the ankles as he held them apart, straight out like a V. He fucked straight up into her body, his cock sawing over her clit with growing speed as he held her firmly by the ankles.
Jennifer sighed in pleasure, her head rolling from side to side on the table, her hands clutching the edge below her as the cock ran in and out of her belly. She closed her eyes, moaning in delight.
He fucked steadily, his brows furrowed in concentration. Jennifer began to hump against him, grunting with each new thrust, her head jerking again on the table as the power of the sexual heat rose anew inside her belly.
And then she came, crying out in gladness, clutching him to her as he bent and clasped his arms around her to throw a flurry of thrusts into her quivering, spasming fuck box.
Hardly had she recovered when he was down on his knees, hands forcing her thighs wide as he began to lick and suck on her drooling pussy. She watched him with wide eyes, until her vision spun and she came again, then again, then yet again, bouncing wildly on the table as his tongue drove her through madness.
Yet before each cum he would stop, and as she squirmed helplessly he would make her beg for release. She did so, whining and begging, saying the most terrible, carnal, sluttish things just to get his tongue and fingers back on her pussy.
She was squirming in pleasure, three fingers pumping inside her, then a fourth. When the pain finally made it through her shattered senses and she looked down she saw five fingers inside her straining snatch.
"Haaaaaaans," she said, as if in a dream.
The pressure mounted on her aching pussy lips, mounted to the point of a sharp pain that made her cry out. Then it eased, and she felt a bloated sensation inside her gut. She tried to focus her eyes as it pushed deeper inside her.
"Wha ... wha ... "
She saw her cunt lips wrapped around his wrist. His entire hand was inside her, inside her cunt. She could feel his knuckles against her pussy walls, and her eyes opened wide in wonder as he wiggled his fingers inside her, opening them and pressing them against the walls of her cunt tube.
"OOOHhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned.
He snorted in derision as he moved his hand deeper. He felt the very bottom of the whore's cunt, then began to draw in his fingers.
Jennifer felt his fingers draw in one by one, gasping and shuddering each time. Then he had them all closed, formed into a big fat hard fist inside her, a fist that began to move forward.
"NOoooooooooo," she sobbed, wriggling helplessly.
"Yes," he snapped.
His oiled hand drove up inside her until he could grind his knuckles against her cervix, then, as the woman thrashed and jerked and shook through a massive orgasm, he slid his other hand onto her throat and squeezed tightly.
Her eyes bulged and she jerked spastically, but made no effort to dislodge his hand as her vision blurred and her head pounded. The choking increased the power of the cum, her mind exploding with star busts of cataclysmic sexual energy.
He let her throat go only when she began to pass out, his hand stroking and squeezing her breasts instead.
He began to slowly pump his fist inside her snatch, working it back and forth inside her. He wished he could ram his fist in all the way, shove his arm in up to the shoulder.
He fucked harder, his free hand rougher on her breasts as he pumped his fist within her.
Her legs began to bounce and jerk and her body to thrash wildly, as though undergoing an epileptic fit. He struggled to hold her down as he pumped his fist inside her, trying to avoid her wildly flailing arms and legs as she howled in maniacal sexual release.
"Hold still, slut," he snarled, punching his fist up into her belly with greater and greater force. Finally, angrily, he rotated his fist within her and flipped her onto her side, then onto her belly. He held her hair like the reins of a horse then as he repeatedly punched his fist up into her fuck tunnel.
She grunted like a hog, which was what she reminded him of. He fucked her steadily for long minutes, through another cum, then finally eased his cock back down the length of her fuck pipe, plucking it free with no small effort.
She lay limp and exhausted, whimpering lightly, her body twitching and jerking. Hans took his still hard cock and thrust it into her, then fucked furiously for long minutes before spilling his seed inside her boiling belly.
CHAPTER SIX
Stormy had watched carefully from her bedroom window, but couldn't see him. She wondered if he was even home. What was he doing? Was he painting? Was he wearing that thong thing? Her mind was filled with images of him, and she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried, escape the grip of lust he had inspired in her.
She wandered down into the back yard and peered over the fence, looking towards the windows of his house. There were wide french doors there, the ones she's run out of. No curtain covered them, but the reflected light of the sun made it impossible to see through, at least from here.
She wandered around in the back yard for a while, hoping he would come out, but he didn't. Finally, she eased closer to the fence, then climbed it and slipped down behind a bush in his back yard.
Her heart was pounding as she scanned the house. There was no sign of life. She half crawled, half ran across to the wall, standing flat against it, her chest heaving. She berated herself for being stupid, but didn't leave.
She peered around the corner into the living room. It was empty, with no sign that anybody was home. She dared to reach up and try the door, but it was locked. She moved along the wall, then stopped beneath the kitchen window.
She heard the faint sound of cries coming through the window, a woman's cries. She thought they sounded vaguely familiar, but they were faint and filled with emotion. No! They were filled with pleasure!
She listened more intently, and heard the groaning of a man, a deep, throaty growl of victory. Then she heard the woman, crying out in counterpoint, screaming her pleasure.
She blushed red, her face, then her entire body turning hot. She was assaulted by conflicting emotions. She was embarrassed at eavesdropping on something so private, yet was aroused by the images that came to her mind, the images of Hans and some faceless, beautiful woman locked in carnal embrace, crying out their ecstasy as orgasm took them.
But also she felt anger, and betrayal, that he would make love to another woman. She knew that was stupid, for hadn't she run from him the other night, leaving him alone. She certainly had no claim on him.
And, she was sure, Hans Zundel was a deeply sexual being, a man of raw, sexual energy, vibrant and fiery, a man to pleasure many women, not just one. How many had cried out at his touch, she wondered.
Her pussy bubbled over at the thought, and at the realization that, had it not been for Jamie, she would almost certainly have been one of them.
She didn't pause to wonder what Jamie had wanted, didn't care either. She rubbed her pussy through her shorts, then scuttled back over the fence, and up to her room, where she yanked down her shorts and panties and jerked off two three consecutive cums.
Jamie's wrists ached, her arms hurt, and her shoulders were afire with pain. But the worst pain was right below her arms, in her armpits, where it felt like her arms were tearing off.
"Haaaaaaaans," she moaned.
"Quiet," he snapped, not taking his eyes off his canvas, his brush moving swiftly.
Jamie's toes twitched a scant inch from the floor. Her arms were held tightly in separate leather restraints high above her head, wide apart. She had been hanging like this for over an hour now as Hans painted, and she didn't know how much longer she could stay sane.
Her body felt separated. There were her arms and shoulders, numbed and aching, and her head and chest down to, say, her belly button, no, not that far, down to just below her ribs. Everything below that was just a heavy, mass of flesh dragging her down, not part of her at all.
It had felt so sexy, so sensuous at first when Hans had bound her wrists and hung her here, but now she was aching and wanted to come down. She still felt sexy, still fantasized every few seconds about being some princess captured by some evil pirates, but her discomfort overshadowed this.
It had been only a few hours since he had seduced and taken her mother. Even now the partially completed picture of her lay propped in the corner. Now he completed sketching the redhead, capturing the play of muscles along her chest and belly as she hung there by the wrists.
It was an exquisite sight, and she was made for such things. Her breasts protruded so perfectly like this, so firm and high and round, the flesh tight, taut.
He was himself becoming aroused by it, and only his dedication to his art kept him sketching as the girl moaned and swayed on the chains.
Finally, he sketched the last line and put his pencil down. He moved across to her, stopping in front to look down into her eyes. She pulled her head up and back, not without effort, and blinked up at him.
"Jhou vant down, hmmmm?"
"If you want, Hans," she said, her eyes wide.
"Should I fuck jhou?"
"Oh yes, Hans, Please!"
"Are you a whore?"
"Yes, Hans," she gulped.
"A slut?"
"Yes, Hans."
"A cheap tramp?"
"Yes, Hans," she gasped.
"Jhou vant zees?"
He cupped his crotch and she looked down.
"Ye ... yessss," she moaned.
"Say it."
"I want it."
"What?"
"You ... your cock. I want your cock."
"Do jhou now?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
He moved around behind her, his hand stroking her buttocks, then sliding beneath to squeeze her ass, sliding deeper, in between her thighs, cupping her pussy mound. She moaned and opened her legs for him.
Two fingers slid up inside her as he pulled her head back and began to lick and suck on the nape of her neck. She whimpered and trembled in her bonds, her head falling back against him.
Then he pulled away, moving back. She gasped and turned her head around, trying to see behind her.
Then something touched her between the thighs, nudging her pussy mound. She gulped and squirmed slightly, but could do little as a smooth, rounded thing began to poke and prod at her cunt slit. There was a sudden click and she realized it was the vibrator.
It purred against her cunt, sending vibrations of lust deep into her groin. Hans pressed the side of the device up against her cunt cleft, mashing it against her soft flesh, forcing it up into her crack and then sawing it back and forth like he was trying to cut her apart.
He angled it upwards then so the buzzing device would ride across her clitty as it sawed between her pussy lips. Jamie gasped and spread her legs a little, opening herself up to the thing as Hans pressed the nose against her cunt, then slid it up inside her.
She could feel the thing buzzing and vibrating from deep inside her belly, and it was an incredibly erotic sensation to her. Her body shuddered as the vibrator made her pussy juice bubble with heat and sent its rapturous vibrations up along her spine to her brain.
Hans pumped it slowly up and down inside her juicing cunt box, fighting the pull and squeeze of her flexing pussy muscles. He took it out then ground the head against her clitty, making Jamie cry out, her eyes lifted towards the light streaming through the skylight as her body began to twitch and jerk with pleasure.
Hans shoved it deep into her slit again, almost burying the thing inside her. She moaned in some pain as the nose smashed against her cervix and could go no further. Hans bit the side of the whimpering girl's throat as he slid his right hand around her waist and brought his fingers down between her thighs, where they stroked her pulsing clitty.
Abruptly then, he slid his hand in deeper, so his palm was beneath the butt of the vibrator which protruded an inch or so from her cunt crack. He interlocked the fingers of both hands beneath her crotch, directly under the vibrator.
Then, with a powerful surge of strength, he yanked upwards with both hands.
Jamie's eyes bulged and her head jerked back hard enough to cause whiplash. She stiffened, her entire body trembling violently as Hans' great strength actually lifted her upwards, taking all her weight.
The vibrator punched up deeper into her belly, and Hans began to jerk repeatedly with his hands, mashing them up into her soft, pulpy cunt mound until the bottom of the hard plastic vibrator had disappeared inside the convulsing girl and her pussy lips had locked closed again.
Jamie's head jerked back repeatedly, spasmodically, her body twitching, jerking and shaking as her lips opened and a gurgling moan of agony and pleasure emerged. Her feet danced and shook as her legs flopped about helplessly.
Hans slid his nude body around behind her, his cock bulging with barely restrained lust, poking her hip, then her buttocks, then pressing in between her spasming thighs. He took the cock in his hand, having abandoned his grip on the writhing girl's cunt mound and fitted it against her anus.
He pressed the cockhead into her hole, punching repeatedly, then finally forcing the sphincter open enough to let it through. His hands then gripped the quivering redhead's thighs and spread her legs apart, even as her shuddering began to slow.
He slowly forced his cock up into the whimpering, moaning teenager, holding her twitching thighs in hard steel hands as he forced more and more cock up her ass.
Hans drew back slightly, waited, then slowly eased his cock upwards once more, working her anus open for the hard rutting he intended to soon follow.
"Noooooooo!" Jamie whimpered, having just regained some control of her senses.
"Jhou vanted zis," he grinned evilly.
"Noooooo! Not ... not there," she gasped.
"Zees asshole vas made to be fooked," he sneered.
He drew back a long length of cock meat, then jerked her legs apart and back and thrust hard, slamming six more inches of fuck wand up her tail.
Jamie cried out in shock and pain, her dazed eyes seeing double as she was assaulted by waves of pain. She'd heard, vaguely, about such things but thought them the products of perverted boys' imaginations. The idea that some guy would actually want to shove his cock up THERE was not something she had ever seriously considered.
But now she could feel the hard, thick cock making its way up her asshole and she was helpless to do anything to stop it. Her legs were open at almost a ninety degree angle, and Hans' kept such a tight grip on them that she couldn't close them.
Even if she could she didn't think that would stop his cock from going up THERE. She turned her senses away from the purring device in her cunt and concentrated fully, with growing abhorrence, as the thick male organ pushed higher and deeper into her rectum.
Her asshole hurt, it burned, it stung, as Hans pulled out several inches, then forced them back in. His cock hurt whether it was going in or out she realized with horror.
And then he gave a particularly hard thrust, his hands yanking her legs backwards as he buried the entire log of a cock up her asshole.
Jamie's eyes rolled and for a moment she thought she would pass out. But she didn't. Her asshole felt bloated and uncomfortable as the big cock occupied every last inch of space.
He ground his crotch against her buttocks, scratching the soft space along her ass crack with his harsh pubic hair. His loins mashed into her soft buttocks as his hands jerked back repeatedly on her thighs.
He began to lick and suck on her neck again, his cock buried up her asshole unmoving. She whimpered but did nothing as he began to slowly hump against her, using very, very small strokes.
Gradually, she felt less pain in her anus as the muscles were worked open, and with the diminished pain she began to feel again the pleasure pumping into her cunt box from the purring vibrator. She sensed that her belly was filled with the two hard thick tubes, one flesh, one plastic and electronics.
Hans used longer strokes now, almost three inches, pumping his thick cock up her tail with enough strength for her to feel it scraping against her insides. She still felt repulsed by the anal raping, but at the same time she was aroused by how lewd and sluttish it was to get fucked in the ass.
She wondered what her mother would say if she knew that at this very moment she was just next door hanging naked from her wrists, a big vibrator buzzing in her snatch as a man perhaps twice her age raped her asshole.
The thought excited her tremendously.
As the pain faded almost entirely, and Hans began to fuck into her with longer strokes, she actually began to enjoy the hard anal rutting. The big cock pumping up her rectum didn't feel as good as it did up her gash, but the hard impact of Hans' hips against her buttocks made her gasp in pleasure, especially when combined with the buzzing sex toy lodged in her belly.
Her head rolled weakly to one side and Hans opened his mouth wide, clamping his teeth down on the nape of her neck on the other side. He bit down hard as he humped even faster into her anus, jarring and jolting her body with the force of his strokes.
Jamie's eyes were unfocused, her body quivering spastically as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses and burned through her frayed mental stability. Her mind spiraled upwards into a flashing sexual light show that made multi-colored stars burst before her mental eyes.
She hardly knew where she was, or who she was. All she knew of or cared about was the pleasure shooting upwards from her crotch. She was a helpless sexual mass of flesh, responding to the electrical stimuli of blissful pleasure.
Again and again Hans smashed into her buttocks, increasing the force by jerking back sharply on her spread legs, bowing her lower body upwards as he crammed every last inch of cock up her rear orifice.
He skewered the whimpering, gasping, grunting little redhead, pounding his fuck pole up her guts with deliberate power and strength, making her body bounce and jerk with the force of his hammer blow thrusts.
As she came repeatedly, her asshole bounced and jerked around his prong, squeezing and sucking furiously as he tore it back then rammed it forward. He impaled her with the cock, using it like a tool of vengeance, yet despite his will to draw things out the girl's sucking anal pit tore the sperm right out of his cock, sucking it like it was a straw and drinking it down like a voracious vacuum.
He felt his balls drained by the sucking pump of her anal tube, felt his cum juice gushing up into her asshole, filling her with sticky whiteness. He let go of her legs then, his hands going around her to clamp on her bouncing tits, mashing them with terrible strength as he crushed his body to hers.
Her legs fell together, squeezing her ass even more tightly around his cock, but he didn't care by then. He humped into her with savage delight, his cock pounding up into her rectum as his cocktip continued to spew out a flood of white jism.
Finally, his cock began to soft, and with a gasp of relief he slowly pulled it free of her anus. He staggered back a few passes, his eyes caught by her gaping asshole. It seemed to open and close invitingly, spasming still as the now unconscious blonde twitched in her manacles.
* * *
It was only when she saw Jamie sneaking out of Hans' house that Stormy began to have suspicions. Immediately she recalled how Jamie had come calling the previous night, interrupting what might have been her deflowering.
Jamie hadn't called for Mister Zundel, she had called Hans by his first name. Now why would she do that? Was it possible, she thought with wide eyes, that her sister was fucking the gorgeous German. Sometimes, either teasing or in anger, she called her buxom redheaded sister a slut, but knew it wasn't so.
But could Jamie have fallen for the suave, sophisticated German to the extent of spreading her legs and letting him fuck her? Stormy herself had almost done so. Why not Jamie?
So when she got home the next afternoon and found no sign of Jamie she immediately suspected she was next door with Hans. Still clad in cutoffs and t-shirt from the softball game she had just played, she climbed over the fence and snuck over to Hans big glass patio doors again, looking through.
She saw nothing, but thought she heard a sound. One of the doors was ajar, with only the screen closed. She tested the screen door and found it unlocked. A less daring girl would have hesitated longer, but Stormy had always been something of a wild child.
She slid the door open and eased inside, trying to pinpoint the source of the sounds. She thought they might be coming from upstairs but wasn't sure. She eased further into the room, her loins warming at the memory of what had happened to her on her last visit.
"Goot afternoon."
She spun with a yelp of surprise as the glass door slid closed with a thump, and saw Hans sitting on a straight backed chair beside it. She stared at him in shock, her face starting to redden in embarrassment.
"Ees eet not against der law een zis country to enter anoder's home unasked?" he asked.
"Uh, well, I uh, I was looking for my sister."
"Does jour seester leeve here?"
"Well, well no but, I uh, I thought she might be here," Stormy gulped, face bright red.
She started to edge past him, headed for the back door.
"Jou are ze girl who zeenks she ees a boy, no?"
"I don't think I'm a boy," she breathed, embarrassment mounting.
"Wezer jou are a boy or a girl jou are steel not permeeted to enter mine home at jour weesh."
"I'm sorry," she said. "It won't happen again."
"Und vat uf jour punishment? Should I complain to jour fadder und mudder?"
"Oh, don't do that, please," she said, freezing in place. Whatever would she saw to them if they confronted her with breaking into a man's house. Well, she hadn't actually broken in but ...
"Jhou are a brat," he said, frowning suddenly.
"I'm not a brat," she said defensively. A lot of people called her a brat, actually.
"Jhou lack discipline. Ess common failing among Hamereecan youth."
He grabbed her wrist suddenly and jerked her forward. She stumbled into the side of his chair and then fell forward across his lap, kicking and squirming as he pinned her down easily.
He held one wrist up behind her back while his other hand held her hip. She bounced and jerked as she tried to pull away but she was neatly trapped.
"Spoiled leetle cheeldren need to be spanked to teach zem better," he said.
"Don't you dare!" she gasped. "I'll tell my father!"
"Zat jhou broke eento mine home? I could haf jhou arrested, jhou know."
"I'm too old to spank!" she cried.
"I zeenk not."
Her head was upside down, a few inches off the floor. Her legs kicked feebly in mid-air on the other side of the chair. Hans transferred his left hand from her wrist, sliding it under her belly to pin her tightly against him, then he raised his right hand and slapped it down hard on her denim covered rear.
Stormy yelped in pain, squirming even harder as the pain ripped through her. "Ahhhhhhh!" she cried, feet kicking wildly.
Hans slapped his hand down again, then again, then again and again and again. Each time she cried out in pain and kicked harder, wriggling like an eel as she tried to escape.
"Fucking bastard!" she screamed. "You fucking Kraut motherfucker! I'll cut your balls off! I'll fucking kill your!"
"Jhou haf no respect for jhour elders," he said sternly. "Und jhou behafe like ze leetle baby. "Een Germany ve teach our cheeldren proper respect."
"Fucking Kraut!"
He slapped his hand down on her ass again and again. Stormy's eyes filled with tears and she tried to block his hands with her own. Failing that she reached down and dug her nails into the side of his arm where it was folded around her waist.
Unfortunately for the tomboy she had cut her nails very short and so they had less effect than she was hoping. Hans snarled anyway, temporarily halting the rain of blows on her rear to pin both wrists together at the small of her back.
Then he forced them up higher, making her yowl with pain.
"I vill show jhou what defiance earns," he said. His right hand slid beneath her and unsnapped the catch of her cutoffs, then he gripped the rear and began jerking them down over her upturned buttocks.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stormy's eyes went wide as she felt her pants sliding down.
"Stop it!" she gasped. "Don't!"
But he ignored her and no amount of kicking and pleading could halt the jerking progress of her cutoffs as he pulled them over her buttocks and slipped them down her thighs.
Stormy was mortified as her buns were bared to his eyes, yet there emerged also the latent eroticism of her position, a deep, almost unnoticed excitement that had been growing inside her loins since Hans had turned her across his lap.
The frazzled girl could not help remembering the way his hand had rubbed and squeezed her pussy only the other night, and how she had cum in his hand. Now her pussy was bare, peeking up at him from between her bare thighs. He was no doubt staring at her slit right then and there, and also her wrinkled little asshole.
Never had she been so humiliated, and she was stunned by the enormity of it. And yet, that trembling pleasure was still there, just beneath the surface, blocked from her direct awareness by the powerful shock of her mental trauma.
Hans slapped his hand down on her bare behind, producing a loud crack of noise as flesh met flesh, and also a yelp of pain from the panting, bedraggled teenager. He slapped his hand down again, then again, then again.
Each blow drove a blast of pain into the now sobbing girl, yet also brought with it excitement at the direct contact between his hand and her bare ass. And now she was aware of the lust, of the conflicting emotions, for the lust had risen to a considerable power inside her body.
"Oh God!" she moaned.
His hand cracked down on her ass, already red, producing a crack of noise, a yelp of pain, and a white palm print that slowly faded. His hand slipped around her thigh, tugging her into a better position, shifting her as though she were weightless.
Again and again his hand smacked down against her rounded buttocks, yet the pain was less now, for a haze, a shimmering cloud of heat was now blocking the fresh blows. Her ass cheeks were afire with a sullen, burning ache from the bruising spanking.
"Vas not last night much better zan zis?" he said softly.
His hand stroked her burning ass cheeks, then slipped in between her thighs and cupped her pussy mound. She whimpered but made no protest as he squeezed her fuck mound repeatedly, then slipped a finger into the tight cleft and stroked it up and down along its length.
She closed her eyes and shuddered, then cried out in pain and jerking violently as he suddenly took his hand away and gave her ass cheeks three quick blows.
Again his hand returned to her cunt cleft, finger rubbing up and down the slit, pressing between her pussy lips now, up into her pink flesh. Stormy burned with embarrassment as he stroked her slit. She could feel from its easy, sliding motion that her insides were very wet.
Again he cracked his hand down on her ass several times, making her bounce and squirm as she cried out.
Then he stroked along her slit again, going deeper between her thighs, his finger nudging her clitty and rubbing it in a slow, circular motion.
Stormy groaned, the sound a long, low, quivering sign of surrender as Hans made her cunt crackle with energy and pleasure. Her ass began to squirm anew, though not with the intent to escape. Hans finger continued to rub at her little fuck button and within a minute drove her into a helpless, teary orgasm.
She sobbed in pleasure as her body blasted into the powerful cum, mind blasted again and again by the waves of ecstasy as her cunt boiled over with delight.
Then Hans began spanking her again, his hand cracking down for long minutes as she whimpered and jerked under the blows.
Her cutoffs and panties had slipped off her heels now and her legs had come further open. Hans cupped her pussy, then slid a finger up into her tunnel, probing delicately, sliding inward until he found her hymen, then retreating.
He spanked her again a few times, then began rubbing at her snatch again, stroking his fingers along that bubbling cunt slit, rubbing her clitty with persistent expertise.
The pleasure rose within her again, and despite her embarrassment she responded, closing her eyes as she sighed in pleasure. Her legs shifted slightly further apart, and then suddenly Hans took his hand back. She braced for more spanking, and it came.
But his hand cracked down against her cunt mound. She gagged in shock, her eyes going wide as the dizziness and pain erupted along every part of her nervous system. He spanked her cunt again, then again, and all she could do was gurgle and moan and grunt in horrified shock.
Then he halted and returned to a slow, delicate caress, stroking her cleft and clitty as he held her still on his lap. He let go of her wrists then, but she was too weak to fight him and both her hands merely dropped to the floor below her head.
He gripped the back of her t-shirt and forced it up towards her breasts, then up higher still as he rolled her onto her side. She was still hanging over the side of the chair but could now look up at him, though her eyes were teary and her vision blurred.
He undid her bra, baring her rounded breasts, even as his right hand continued to stroke deftly along her pussy hole. He pinched her nipples, which were very hard and sensitive now, and rolled them from side to side.
She felt her pussy lips spread as he forced his thumb up into her, and whimpered a little in pain. She let her head fall back, glazed eyes unseeing. He pushed his thumb up inside her to the knuckle, then closed his two middle fingers against her clit and began to roll the hot little fuck button between them and his thumb.
He rolled and stroked and squeezed the sparkling little clit until she began to grunt and moan and bounce through another orgasm, her helpless body rocked by the power he had ignited within her.
He smiled down at her, then rose to his feet, lifting her easily. He set her down on her belly on the rug, then slowly stripped as she lay there panting and quivering.
She turned her head around and looked up at him, her eyes blinking. He smiled down, removing his shorts and falling to his knees beside her. He slipped his hands under her waist and lifted her belly upwards, pulling her up so her knees supported her.
He lifted her front as well, and he held her as she swayed weakly, then steadied herself. He knelt beside her, sitting on his heels as he studied the girl. His hands slipped onto her body, his right hand stroking her buttocks, and sliding in between her thighs as his left kneaded her left breast.
She quivered and trembled but did not otherwise respond, until he bent and placed his mouth next to her ear. He nibbled on the delicate flesh there for a moment, then whispered. "I jam goink to fuck jhou now."
Her body stiffened, then trembled much more violently. Still, she did not move as he crawled around behind and rose up behind her. His hands came down on her ass cheeks and squeezed them, then he pulled her thighs wider and lifted the nose of his cock to her tight virginal cunt mouth.
"I vill show jhou jhou are no boy," he sneered. "Any beetch cun be broken by riding it thoroughly, und I vill ride jhou into ze ground."
His cock stroked up and down her pussy slit, then began to ease into her. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, her mind frantic with anticipation and anxiety, pleasure and pain, lust and nausea and fear and joy.
She hissed as her pussy lips were forced open wider then they had ever been before, as his male organ pushed into her secret never before opened entrance. She was hyperventilating, almost dazed as she felt his cock pushing deeper and deeper and deeper.
The pain mounted in her cunt, yet strangely, despite what she'd heard, did not really go very high. It was easily bearable, especially in light of the enormous sexual desire gripping her body.
Then there was a sudden sharp tearing feeling, enough to make her yelp, and she knew she was no longer a virgin as his big fuck tool slid up into her belly. She groaned, a deep exhalation of the breath she'd been holding. Her head rose, her back arching instinctively, the female responding to full penetration.
Her cunt felt bloated and huge with his giant male cock inside it. She'd never felt anything at all up there before so sensations coming from this part of her body was very unique, and highly pleasurable.
Hans rubbed her soft buttocks as he ground his hips into her, and she felt his pubic hair mashing against her own as he shifted and twisted the cock around inside her.
She could not help feeling a certain exultation at being deflowered, at finally having a big male cock up inside her snatch. Now she could tell Jamie that she wasn't a silly little virgin.
That thought brought back her suspicion that Jamie had fucked Hans, and that made her shiver. The thought that Hans' big cock had been inside her sister's cunt already, perhaps even not that long ago, gave the slow grinding fuck she was receiving an almost incestuous lewdness.
I'm being fucked, she thought in wonder. I'm being fucked, fucked, fucked!
Hans slowly drew his fat cock backwards down the length of her super tight twat tunnel, sighing in pleasure as her pussy sucked and pulled against him. He pushed back in again, forcing back the walls of her tight tube to bury his meat inside her once again.
His fingers dug into her hips as he drew his cock back again, fighting the hungry desire of her box to slide it almost all the way out. Then he dug in his fingers and thrust forward hard, drawing a cry of shock from the quivering blonde.
His hands shifted higher, up against her ribs as he began to fuck in short, sharp little pumping motions, his hips thumping against her still red buttocks as he punched his cockhead into her cervix.
Jamie grunted like a hog in pig heaven, her eyes mere slits, her mouth turned up in a smile of languorous bliss as his cock thumped against the back wall of her pussy box. She settled with delighted pleasure into the steady humping motion, her ass cheeks slapping back gently against his hips.
Soon though, Hans increased the length and speed of his strokes, smashing his hips against her ass cheeks with hard, measured thrusts. Stormy moaned in delight, her head pulled up and back as she humped her ass back against his pumping prong.
She spread her legs wider still, welcoming in his pistoning organ as she panted in ragged bliss, reveling in the physical and mental stimulus seeping through her very pores. She shuddered as a sudden crackling bolt of power ricocheted along her vaginal tube, then moaned as she came, came in her first real fuck, her cunt spasming around a real cock as it pumped inside her.
Hans slapped his hand down on her ass, drawing a grunt of pleasure. He slapped her again, and again, and again, each sharp bolt of pain smashing against the bottom of her whirling storm of sexual fire, ratcheting it upwards higher and higher and higher until, as he slapped her ass furiously, and rammed his cock up her pussy pipe with cruel savagery, she drew back her head again and screamed at the top of her lungs.
The sexual violence within her had boiled upwards until, like a volcano erupting, had blasted its way through to the surface to shatter and burn everything in its path. Her mind was blown out like a candle as her entire existence centered around the massive release of ecstatic sexual pleasure.
The cum poured down into her snatch but she wasn't aware of it. She sagged, her arms giving way until her head and shoulders rested on the floor. Hans continued to hammer his cock into her pussy, leaning forward, cursing in english and german, his hands on her upper arms as he stabbed his prick into her with ruthless force.
He poured another hot load of juice into the shuddering, grunting blonde, then sighed and pulled back, gazing at the limp, panting body before him with satisfaction.
* * *
Hans spent almost two hours with Adam showing him everything he knew about soccer, which was considerable. He rather liked the boy, and intended to present him with a present after the practice. Adam accompanied him back to his house, supposedly for a soda, completely unaware of what he had in store for him.
Hans left the boy in the living room, then went upstairs to check on his surprise. He found her in his bedroom, standing against the wall where he'd left her.
She was placed against the tall corner post of his bed, one of the bottom posts to be exact. She was, of course, naked. Her hands were high above her and curled around behind the thick post where they were chained together. Her ankles were likewise pulled back and chained together around the post.
A high speed vibrator was up her snatch and another up her asshole. A chained was locked around her hips like a belt, and a portion of that chain went down between the crack of her ass and up between the crack of her pussy to attach to the front, thus ensuring both vibrators stayed where he'd put them.
Jamie looked bedraggled, her beautiful red hair in tangles, some of it plastered against her forehead and the side of her face. She was twitching and jerking fitfully, mumbling inaudibly, her body coated with sweat.
He closed the door behind him and came up beside her, then cupped both breasts tightly, squeezing them until she opened her eyes.
"Had a fun time, leetle ghirl?" he sneered.
"Ha ... Ha ... Hans," she gasped, her throat dry, her voice weak and quivering. "P ... p ... please ... "
"How many times haf jhou cum, hmmmm?"
"I ... I don't ... don't know," she gasped.
"I shall be merciful then, hmmm."
He undid her arms and legs, then helped her to the bed, where she fell weakly, her hands clawing at her crotch. Hans undid the chain and removed the two vibrators, then half carried the girl into his bathroom where a bath was already waiting.
He dropped her into the tub and she groaned in relief as the soapy water settled over her.
"Clean jhourself, girl. I vant jhou preety and sweet smelling."
He then left, going downstairs to Adam. As on many other occasions, they started to talk about sports, but the conversation turned around to women.
"Yeah, you're right," Adam sniffed. "Girls are all sluts."
"As I said," Hans smiled. "Zey are naturally weak. Eet cums from haveenk no balls."
They both laughed and then Adam told him about his latest attempt to conquer a girl. He'd gotten his hand into her pants and rubbed her pussy like Hans had explained, but she'd pulled away before he could get her pants off.
"She was merely afraid jhou vould tell eef she let jhou fuck her."
"But I told her I wouldn't."
"Och! Every boy says ze same. Young men who are desperate for sex vill say anyteeng to relieve a ghirl uv her panties."
"Well, how do I convince a girl then?"
"Perhaps eet ees zat jhou are too desperate. Ghirls, like ozzer animals, cun sense zis desperation."
"I can't help that," Adam sniffed. "But perhaps I can. Eff, for example, jhou had already experienced sex, jhou vould not be quite so desperate."
"You mean I can't convince a girl to let me fuck her until I've already fucked a girl? Well, how do I fuck a girl in the first place the?"
"I know a young lady who vould be happy to receive jhou between her legs."
"Yeah, who, a whore?"
"Och, Adam, I haf told jhou all girls are whores."
"Right, what I mean is a prostitute."
"No, she ees not professional. Eef fact," he laughed. "She knew vehry leetle until I, how jhou say, broke her in."
"And she'd just let me fuck her?" Adam said doubtfully. "What's she look like?"
"She would do whatever I say for her to do."
"Anything?"
"Anyteenk. Besides, her worry vould be zat jhou would speak of her to friends. And jhou vill not."
"No. I'll keep my mouth shut!" Adam said excitedly.
"Ze problem is convincing her of zat. So, she vill vear a mask."
"A mask?" Adam blinked.
"Jha, a leather mask, a hood. She luves to be bound and gagged, to be tied and chained, to be spanked, whipped."
"Wow!" Adam said, open mouthed.
"So, ve haf a leather mask to protect her identity, to reassure her zat jhou vill not speak of her."
"But I don't know her anyway, do I?"
"Who ees to know?" Hans smiled.
"Where is she?"
"She is upstairs, readying herself, bathing. She vishes to smell clean and sweet to jhou."
"You mean I can just ... I can really just ... just fuck her?"
"Jha."
"Is she good looking?"
"She iss vehry attractive, wiz a wonderbar body. Jhou shall see. I shall fetch her now."
He got up and went upstairs. Adam followed him with his eyes, his heart pounding at the thought that he was finally going to get to fuck a girl. He wondered what kind of girl would fuck a complete stranger. Obviously, girls were all sluts like Hans said.
Hans came into the bathroom just as Jamie was finishing drying herself and was about to start drying her hair.
"Do not bozer wiz zat," he said. He pulled her out of the bathroom and into the main bedroom, then picked up the leather hood from the dresser. She protested mildly but he ignored her as he pulled the leather hood over her head and fitted it snugly in place.
It completely covered her to the middle of the throat, showing only her eyes. There was a slit below her nose, and another over her mouth but that one was zipped closed.
He fitted a tight leather harness around her shoulders, then it around front where it pushed up tight and hard against the undersides of her big breasts. It locked in place there, thrusting her already full, firm breasts up and out.
He had two thigh high leather boots which he helped her into. They had such high spiked heels she could hardly walk in them. She giggled a little as he led her out into the hall.
Then he stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to her.
"Jhou vould be advised to keep quiet for now. Someone jhou know ees downstairs."
Jamie gasped in shock and tried to pull away but he had a firm grip on her upper arm and pulled her along down the stairs. Her whispered appeals fell on deaf ears, especially since they were muffled by the mask.
Then he pulled her around the hallway door into the living room and she saw Adam there. She almost screamed but bit her tongue at the last instant for fear he would recognize her voice.
"Here jhou are, Adam," Hans smiled. Adam's eyes were wide as he saw the gorgeous female next to Hans. She had fantastic tits, long shapely legs, and her cunt was shaved so her slit was very conspicuous between her thighs.
"Wow!" he croaked.
"She vill give jhou a good ride," Hans said. "She has a vehry tight pussee, and wonderbar breasts."
The girl squirmed in Hans' grip but he brought her forward anyway.
"Do as you are told!" he snapped at her suddenly. The girl trembled but was still.
"Uh, are you sure she wants to ... "
"I told jhou, Adam, girls are all sluts. However, I have not quite told ze truth about zis one. She knows you, you see."
"She does?" Adam gulped, trying to think of all the girls he knew, the ones with big tits.
"Jah, and she is now afraid jhou vill tell all jhour school vat a whore she ees."
"I won't tell!" Adam assured the girl. "I promise. I won't tell anyone."
"Uv course not," Hans chuckled. "Here, feel zis."
He took Adam's hand and put it on the girl's big left tit. He jerked a bit, but when Hans took his hand away Adam left his own on the big soft tit. He squeezed it experimentally as the girl stood there trembling.
"Nice und soft, hmmm?"
"Yeahhhhhh!"
"Und zis?" He nodded at the slit and Adam reached down with his other hand, cupping and squeezing the puffy mound. The girl grunted and stood up on her toes. Hans chuckled in amusement.
"See how she loves it?" he purred.
"Yeah," Adam sighed.
"Take her. Use her as jhou wish."
Adam gave a little laugh. "I can't even kiss her," he grinned.
"Kiss? Fuck her. Never mind to kiss."
"Right."
Hans pulled the girl backwards and shoved her onto the couch. She fell on her back and Adam put one knee on the couch.
"Spread jhour legs," Hans snapped.
The girl's shapely thighs quickly jerked open.
"Jhou see how to treat a girl? Be firm."
Adam groaned and slid atop the gorgeous girl, his hands wildly squeezing and mashing her thick hot tit meat as he licked and sucked and chewed on her throat. He slid his lips down onto one big brown nipple and sucked it hard, chewing and nibbling and licking as he reached down and struggled to get his pants off.
He didn't care that Hans was there. All he cared about was the hot, gorgeous slut laying below him. He jerked his pants down and tore out his throbbing red cock, grunting with delight as he pushed it against her slit.
He thrust in hard, too ignorant to care if he was hurting her and too excited too. His cock punched into her slit and she grunted in response. He put more weight on it and his full cock sank into the slut's pussy.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh," he groaned, his body settling atop the shapely nymphet. He began to hump furiously, his hips smashing against the girl's thighs as he fucked into her. His hands raced over her body, kneading, pinching, rubbing, squeezing, reveling in her soft, luxurious flesh.
He came within a minute, but his cock stayed hard and he continued to pump furiously into her cunt. He came a second time, shooting out great fat wads of silvery seed as he grunted in delight. The girl's cunt sucked on his cock with almost painful pleasure.
Beneath him, Jamie felt another load of bubbling sperm pouring down into her guts and whimpered in denial. There was not a thing she could do to stop the wild humping of her big brother as he drove his cock up high into the middle of her belly.
She could not refuse Hans. She didn't want to make him mad. Nor could she scream or complain, lest Adam recognize her voice and know who she was. It was a terrible fix. If he knew who she was Adam would never fuck her, but she couldn't let him know who she was. However would she explain what she was doing here dressed, or rather, undressed like this?
And now he'd fucked her, hard and long, and she had to make absolutely sure that, like Hans said, he never found out who she was.
Adam slowed his wild fucking at last, laying still on his sister as his juice drained out into her. He licked and sucked weakly on her nipples as he lay there, his fingers still working at them.
"Veil, so jhou got zat out of jhour zistem," Hans said.
"Now ve can begin to instruct jhou on how to pleasure a woman."
"I thought ... I thought it was their job to pleasure us," Adam panted.
"Und so eet ees, but zey must first, like any pet, be trained to the hand and word. Zis vun ees veil trained, better trained zan any dog, but jhou must learn how to use jhour cock in order to train zem yourself."
"I'm happy to learn," Adam grinned.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hans stripped naked. Even though Adam was not at all inclined towards guys he had to admit Hans had a powerfully built body, and he could only the muscles playing across his form as the man jerked the girl off the couch. He also had to admire, discretely, of course, the size of the big cock hanging between his legs.
He pushed the girl on the floor, making her kneel on all fours.
"Zees ees zee natural posizion for a woman," Hans said, stroking his hand along her spine.
"All beetches should be on all fours, naked."
"Yeah," Adam growled.
Hans knelt behind her and then thrust his cock into her with one mighty stroke. He held her hips firmly as he began to fuck, knocking his hips against the girl's ass cheeks. He called Adam forward onto his knees to watch how he twisted the cock from side to side, how he made sure it stroked against the whore's clitty.
He then pulled out and made the girl lay flat. He fucked her again, lifting her legs high and shoving them back against the sides of her masked head so her cunt and asshole were lewdly exposed. His hips smashed down hard so that Adam winced, wondering how it was the girl wasn't crying out in pain.
Hans had him sit behind the girl, prop her head in his lap and pull her legs back hard, then the big man thrust his cock into her asshole. Adam's cock got hard again as he watched the big cock bury itself in the gorgeous girl's asshole.
So after Hans got done fucking her in the ass he wanted to do the same. Instead Hans unzipped the mouth of the hood and made the girl suck him off.
After that he fucked her tits, which was not something he'd ever thought to do, then finally fucked her in the ass, which was glorious.
* * *
Hans liked that trick so much he quickly used it again. This time, early the next morning it was Jennifer who was hooded. He bound her spread-eagled on the bed and tormented her for hours, running his fingers, tongue, feathers and the vibrator over her body, making her climb higher and higher towards the height of sexual ecstasy, then halting just shy and leaving her there squirming and whimpering and begging to cum.
But he wouldn't let her. He wanted her in a state of sexual fever, willing to fuck a doorknob to get relief. Her hands were clawing at the leather restraints that bound her to the bed, her body straining against its bonds as he once more raised her high, then dropped her.
She burst into tears and he left the room. Downstairs he found Stormy, who he'd left tied up in the basement. Stormy had been tied in the same manner her sister had the previous day, against a roof support this time, and with a vibrator up her snatch but not her anus.
He hadn't fucked her in the asshole yet and wanted the first time for her to be his cock not some piece of plastic.
He brought the weary girl upstairs, still naked, still with the vibrator up her snatch. He brought her into his bedroom and confronted her with the naked woman laying on his bed.
She stared at the woman in dazed shock.
"Here is someone who vould be jhour very good friend, Stormy," Hans purred. "Come and leek her pussy. She ees desperate to cum."
He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Stormy down beside him, then ran his hand in between Jennifer's thighs, squeezing her pussy. She groaned and arched her back in response.
"See? She needs to cum. Make her cum. Leek her pussy."
"I ... I don't want to," Stormy gulped.
"Jhour vill do as I say!" he snapped, eyes glaring.
"But ... but I don't know how," she whimpered.
"Uv course jhou do. Did I not leek jhour pussy yesterday for a long time. Did jhou not pay attention? Jhou know where jhou should leek. Jhou know where jhour fingers must touch, must squeeze."
He took her hand and brought it in between the woman's lege, rubbing it against her cunt. Again the woman gasped and humped up against the touch.
It had just penetrated Jennifer's sex blasted mind that the person with Hans was her daughter Stormy. The shock of that was accompanied by the shock of realizing her youngest daughter was nude, and had the tip of some kind of sex toy sticking out of her hairless pussy.
Her whirling mind tried to figure out how she'd gotten there, what she could be doing there, what Hans had done to the girl. Then Hans brought her hand in against Jennifer's snatch and a powerful blast of pleasure temporarily blew her thinking processes to shreds.
Stormy's mind was rather preoccupied as well. The vibrator in her snatch was starting to burn its way into her mind again, starting to raise her sexual fever to the point where she would fall apart in a storm of wild ecstatic pleasure.
She groaned and did not resist as Hans positioned her on her knees between the unknown woman's legs, and when he urged her face forward and stroked her own clitty. She whimpered in happiness, and obediently began to lick at the woman's drooling fuck entrance.
Jennifer regained enough of her mind to again realize her daughter was there with her, but though she tried frantically, she couldn't figure out what to do about it. She was tied tightly, and could do nothing to dissuade the girl as Hans positioned her between her legs and urged her face towards her cunt, the very cunt that had spewed forth the girl in the first place.
She wanted to cry out, to warn the girl off, for it was obvious she had no idea who's pussy it was she was about to lick. Yet speaking would give away who she was, and how would she explain that, how would she explain what she was doing like this in another man's bed?
And then Stormy's little pink tongue slid up along her slit and Jennifer's mind fell apart again.
Under Hans' careful tutoring Stormy licked and slurped her way up the length of the woman's slit to her clitty, then began tonguing and sucking on it as she slid two fingers up into the pink depths of the fuck tunnel.
She was feeling very strange, and more than a little curious, for she had never actually touched another woman's body like this, had never looked at a pussy so close before, and had certainly never licked one before.
And in the shivering sexual state she was in almost everything turned her on.
The woman began to grunt and hump up against her and, congratulating herself, Stormy licked even harder, thrusting three fingers up into the woman's pussy and stroking them in and out.
Meanwhile Hans shifted behind her and stroked her buttocks. She grunted in surprise as his finger probed against her anus, but thought that was a lewd, disgusting thing, she wanted to be lewd and disgusting right then. She wanted to feel like a totally slutty carnal animal.
His finger slid into her asshole and she humped back excitedly, her cunt starting to bubble and boil as the vibrator purred inside her. Hans pumped his finger in and out then pushed something bigger against her little hole.
She knew instinctively it was his cock, that she was about to be sodomized. The thought excited her deeply. It would have caused her to curse in horror and disgust only a couple of days ago. Now, anything Hans wanted to do to her was exciting.
She slurped hungrily on the woman's cunt box, her fingers rubbing and stroking the glistening cunt meat as the woman humped and bucked up against her.
Stormy groaned and felt herself about to cum, then did, even as the woman before her came. Both women grunted and moaned and whimpered in pleasure as their cums spread out through their bodies. Jennifer actually screamed in glorious pleasure, the sound of her rising and falling how of ecstasy making the windows rattle.
Had Stormy not been in the midst of her own cum she probably would have recognized her mother's voice. As it was she could recognize nothing, could hear nothing, could see nothing. She had been clawing her way up to a massive orgasm when Hans had thrust the full length of his cock up her asshole and had blown her higher still.
It was not so much the feel of his big cock in her asshole as the knowledge that it was there. She whimpered and moaned and grunted and yelped in delight as he pumped his cock up and down in her asshole, and when he began slapping her ass she felt her cum grow even more powerful.
Jennifer came down slowly, and was exhausted when she reached bottom. By then Stormy had come through her own orgasm and was continuing to lick and suck and finger her snatch. Again Jennifer tried to think of how to stop this lewd, incestuous scene.
But how, when bound and effectively gagged. She could only lie there as her daughter's tongue slithered into her snatch and scooped out her cunt juices.
Hans was nowhere in sight. The bedroom door was open. Where had he gone? She was petrified Stormy would find out who she was. Then Hans returned, smiling happily, his cock still hard and bouncing. He got onto the bed behind Stormy and then thrust his cock into her so hard Jennifer winced in sympathy.
Then she felt herself begin to hump up against Stormy's mouth again. She tried to stop herself, cursing her weakness and perverseness in getting off on her own daughter's lesbian tonguing. She tried desperately to hold back the feelings, reminding herself who's mouth was on her slit, who's fingers were pumping in her quim.
It helped, but not enough, and soon she didn't care that it was Stormy as she mentally urged her on. Her resolution wavered, then disappeared as her body craved that hot, fast little tongue. How was it hurting Stormy anyway? The girl was obviously no virgin any more. In fact, with that vibrator up her pussy the only thing Hans could be doing humping away behind her was sodomizing the girl.
And she was getting off on it, the slut. So why should Jennifer worry about her? She wasn't some innocent little virgin. Hell, she'd shaved her pussy bald. Jennifer not only didn't feel protective of her any more but cursed her jealously for getting Hans' cock.
Hans rubbed Stormy's clit as he pumped his big cock up her asshole. She was soon climbing into the rarefied heights of sexual ecstasy once again, her tongue whipping across her mother's cunt so fast it blurred.
It was then that Adam came in, bringing Jamie with him. He had been fucking and sucking with her for almost an hour. Hans had let him have her on condition he stay in the second bedroom until he was called.
And during the entire time Jamie had been desperately keeping her identity secret from him. But now, as he led her, her wrists bound behind her, into the master bedroom and she saw her sister Stormy licking some woman's snatch, she gasped in shock and turned to stare at her brother.
Adam was in shock too, as he stared at his little sister licking at some woman's cunt, getting ass fucked and whimpering and grunting like a whore. At first he was angry, but then he shrugged, realizing that Hans was right, girls were all sluts.
What did it matter if he fucked Stormy. If not him then somebody else would.
"Adam," Hans said. "See the two sluts I have here?"
"Yeah," Adam said. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted jhou to realize vhat whores zey all were."
"Does she really like getting ass fucked?"
Hans gripped Stormy's hair and pulled her face out of her mother's snatch.
"Do you like mine cock up jhour asshole, Stormy?" he asked.
"Yeeeeesssss," she moaned, her eyes fluttering.
She saw Adam and blinked in confusion. "Adam?" she whimpered.
"Hi, Stormy. You got a nice fuckin' body," Adam said, running his eyes up and down her.
"I ... I ... Oohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her head falling as Hans let go of her hair. She returned to licking her mother's snatch.
"Vould jhou like to fuck zis one, Adam?"
Adam thought about it for a second.
"Sure," he said.
Hans pulled his cock out of Stormy's ass and then jerked the vibrator out of her snatch, backing away as Adam took his place. Adam ran his hands over her round ass and then thrust forward into her quim, drawing a shuddering groan from his sister.
Hans jerked the hood off Jamie's head then and brought her around in front to watch more closely. Adam's eyes widened slightly as he saw his other sister, but then he chuckled in appreciation.
"Fuck," he said. "I never thought it was her for a second."
"A true whore," Hans said, proudly squeezing her right tit.
"God dam," Adam grunted in amazement, fucking his blonde sister even as his mind ran over how he'd fucked Jamie in the cunt, mouth, and asshole.
Jennifer stared around her in despair, watching Adam fucking Stormy as her daughter ate her snatch, watching Hans groping a naked Jamie's tits, then bend her forward and bury his cock in her asshole.
She was in a daze over the turn of events, astonished and amazed at the introduction of her children into things. All of them were obviously getting off on the lewd, carnal scene, all were seemingly happy, even Jamie, who was grunting, eyes closed, as Hans rutted into her ass.
Still, she would have put a stop to it if she could have. But she couldn't. She didn't dare expose her identity, not now, not ever.
And Stormy's tongue felt sooooo good.
None of the three teenagers imagined for a minute who was behind the hood. All three licked her to orgasms, and Adam fucked her wildly, even undoing her legs and shoving them back against her soft titties to ram his cock down into her with powerful strokes.
He and Hans watched Stormy and Jamie lick each other in a hot sixty-nine, then Hans untied the strange woman's hands and she licked first Jamie, then Stormy to successive cums before sucking Adam's cock hard again.
It was then that Hans took off her hood. She looked around in shock as the three teenagers gazed at her in disbelief. There was a moment of horror that all four shared, then first Stormy, then Jamie shrugged in acceptance.
Jennifer hung her head as Hans explained to Adam that, after all, she was just a whore like all women. Adam reluctantly accepted this, though with some misgivings.
Hans bound the women's arms behind their backs and made them all kneel before the two, then first he, then Adam, took turns thrusting cocks down their throats.
When Stormy hesitated he spanked her, or started to. Adam begged to do that, bending her over and spanking her ass with vindictive pleasure as she squirmed and begged him to stop. Then he shoved his cock down her throat and massaged her tonsils with it.
He was far more excited fucking his sisters than he had fucking Jamie when he'd thought she was a stranger. He didn't know why. Perhaps it was the complete control he had over them, something he'd always kind of wanted.
He loved spanking Stormy, and found excuses to spank Jamie too, and even his mother, though that was very daring. Soon he would not thing so, striking and cursing any one of them who was hesitant or rebellious, controlling them through the careful use of his cock and his hand.
The three women became totally submissive, so much so that he was able to order Jamie to crawl into bed with his father one day. He was tired of sneaking around behind his back all the time. Needless to say his father hadn't been able to throw the gorgeous, big titted girl out when he'd wakened with her lips around his bulging cock and her cunt crack in his face.
He'd put up a valiant fight, but the sight of that tight cunt slit so close to his face, and the feel of her lips around his cock had been too much. When, as ordered, she pulled her lips free and swiveled around, dropping her tits into his face, he'd realized who she was.
He'd tried to push her off, but his hands somehow got buried in those meaty tits of hers, and he'd given up, drawing them in and sucking passionately as she lowered her box onto his prick and began to ride up and down.
He'd fucked her for a few days, consumed by guilt, and then he'd "discovered" Stormy and Jamie in hot sex play. The two girls had brought the wide-eyed man into the scene and he'd fucked Stormy and Jamie both.
So now the two of them fucked and controlled the three women. Adam got off most on spanking his mother for any little thing, while his Dad liked spanking the girls and fucking them in the asshole. Neither particularly minded Hans fucking them or slapping them around. They didn't even mind when he brought Jamie over to his house where a dozen men gang banged her. Jack drew the line, though, when he found out Hans had been taking the girls out of school and selling their bodies to friends at a hundred bucks a pop.
But then Hans misjudged another whore, and after a wild night of ass raping the stupid girl had called the police.
So the German man moved on, leaving two very happy men and three very happy and well disciplined sluts behind as his legacy.
