We often sleep together by sneaking into each other’s bed after lights out, but we’ve got to be really quiet because our Mum and Dad are in the next room. It’s only when they’re both out at the same time that we can call out and make sounds. That’s what we call “loud love”!

So when we heard the front door shut, and heard the car drive away, we flung off our clothes and got into bed. We started cuddling and kissing, and licking and sucking, and getting into all sorts of positions. By the time I was on my back with my legs wrapped around my brother’s bum, all the sheets and blankets were on the floor.

Matthew slid his penis into me slowly, and I was calling out all sorts of things. “Fuck me, my darling brother. Fuck your little sister! Get me pregnant! Do me, you great strong giant of a man!”

You’d think that after years of fucking my brother, I’d be bored by it, but I’m not. Each time is really exciting and sexy, just because it’s my brother. God I love that boy! If I had my choice of every young man in the world, I’d choose him! Even when he walks towards me, it’s erotic!

I started thrusting my pelvis up towards him, while he was thrusting down on me in perfect rhythm. I could tell my climax was going to be a really big one, probably because we hadn’t had loud sex for so long.

Then my brother got excited by my approaching climax, and I could tell he was going to climax any second, too. Then I noticed my Mum standing in the bedroom doorway!!! Argghh, no!

She had heard all the calling out and had come to see what all the fuss was about! She said “Oh my God!” and started walking towards us. Matthew was still pumping away. I said “Mum! What the fuck are you doing home?” and my face turned white with shock!

Matthew turned his head to look at Mum, with a look of astonishment and shock, but kept pumping my vagina vigorously, because he was right on the brink of climax, and couldn’t stop. Mum said “I had no idea you two did this!”

Matthew yelled “Urgh! Uragh! Agh! Argh! Ngah! OOOhhh! OOh! Oh!” and Mum patted him on the head and gave a wry smile. I clung to my brother, with my arms and legs wrapped around him, as if to reassure him it was alright.

“Oh Mum!” I said, gasping, as my brother lay on top of me. “What are you doing here? I thought you went out!”

Mum said “At the front door, I remembered something important I had to do, and came back to do it, and I’m glad I did! How long have you two been doing this?”

I said “How many years has it been, Matthew? Do you remember?”

Matthew groaned “No”.

I said “All our lives, Mum! We were playing intimate games when we were little and it led into sex when we were very young.”

“My goodness, you can keep a secret well, can’t you!” said Mum. “I had no idea!”

I said “Why aren’t you shouting, Mum? I thought you’d be furious!”

Mum sat on the bed. Matthew turned his head to look at her, with a puzzled look on his face. Mum sitting there calmly, while we were both naked and my brother still had his penis deep inside my vagina, was the last thing we expected this morning.

“There’s a reason why I’m not upset about this, my darlings. I’ve been meaning to tell you a secret of mine, but I was waiting till I thought you were old enough. But since you can keep a secret so well, and since you’re having incest yourselves, it’s obvious that now is the right time.”

Matthew withdrew from me and lay next to me on his side with his arm around me. I put my hand on his arm, and we both listened to Mum.

“When I was a little girl, I loved my brother, as sisters do, and he loved me. But we weren’t as sexually repressed as other children, and we often had sex, just like you’re doing.”

“We kept it secret, and when we started going through high school, we dreamed about getting a place of our own one day.”

Mum picked up a blanket from the floor and gently put it over us. “In my final year of high school, I got pregnant, and by the time I graduated, it was pretty obvious. My brother and I got a place of our own, and we soon had a beautiful little boy. That was followed the next year, by a beautiful little girl.”

I gasped as I realised what she was saying “So… you’re telling us that Dad is your brother??” My head was spinning! Mum nodded “Yes, he is. We’ve never been married, of course.”

“Holy fucking tornadoes!” I exclaimed.

“I can see why you’d be shocked” Mum said. “But you can see why I’m not against incest, can’t you. I think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world!”

“Oh Mum!” I exclaimed, and sat up and hugged her. “This is the most wonderful news I’ve ever heard!” Matthew joined in the hug too. We were so relieved that we weren’t in trouble.

Mum called Dad on her mobile. She said “Dear, are you driving?”

He said “No, I’m sitting in a coffee-shop in the mall.”

So Mum said “I was just wondering if you’d like to buy a double bed for the kids, while you’re there?”

I could hear Dad scream “Wha-at?” on the other end of the phone.

Mum said “Yes. Yes, they have. They’ve been doing it all their precious little lives!” Then Mum and Dad laughed and laughed, and that evening, my brother and I had a beautiful big warm comfy double bed to sleep in together, from then on. Long live incest!

Whenever he was at home he was never too busy for me, and we did jigsaws together, played board games and cards together, and he would even sit patiently with me when I was having a tea party with my dolls. He loved to look after me and I loved being looked after by him. We had disagreements, at times, but they never seemed to last very long.

When I was 14, and he was 18, Mum and Dad had to go away for a week. And because Timmy always looked after me so well, they were confident to let him be in charge while they were away.

The first night they went away, we watched one of my favourite DVD films, Shrek. I had seen it twice before, but I never tire of it. After that I wanted to stay up and watch another favourite, but Timmy said it was bedtime. He tucked me in bed and kissed me goodnight, and went back to the lounge room.

After about twenty minutes I still couldn’t get to sleep. I realised it was because I was too excited to be home alone with my brother, who I adored. So I came out to the lounge again. I stood in the doorway, and when I saw what was on the TV screen, I leaned forward in amazement, wide-eyed, with my mouth gaping open!

Timmy was watching a movie with a beautiful young girl and handsome older man making love! I watched, not daring to make a sound, in case Timmy sent me back to bed. The girl was on her back, with her legs in the air and the man had put his dick inside the girl’s crack, and was moving in and out.

Then the young girl got on all fours, and the man put his dick in one of her holes, but I wasn’t sure which one. It was hard to tell. I think it might have been her bum.

I got more and more excited as I watched, and I began to play with my clitoris a little. I noticed Timmy’s head was wobbling slightly. I came into the room to see what he was doing and he was stroking his dick fairly quickly.

So I crept back out of the room, then came down the hall making loud footsteps. I saw his hands move quickly, putting his dick away.

He grabbed the remote control and fumbled with the buttons on it, but the DVD kept playing, with the man and the girl moaning and gasping in sexual ecstasy.

“What are you doing out of bed, Honey?” he said. Then he got annoyed at the DVD for not turning off. I said “That’s a sex film, isn’t it?”

He said “Yeah, you’re not going to tell Mum and Dad, are you?”

I said “Of course not. Can I watch?”

He said “You’re too young, sis.”

I said “No, I’m not”, and sat down next to him, while the DVD kept playing. He kept pushing the wrong buttons, then he tossed the remote control to the other end of the couch in frustration, and gave up.

I watched the screen for a while, then I said “This is so sexy!” and leaned into his side, putting my head on his shoulder. He said “Yes, it is. But you shouldn’t be watching it!”

I looked up into his eyes, and said “I want to!”

Then I put my hand under his shirt and kissed him on the lips. And he said “Honey, don’t do that!”

I felt so sexy. I said “I want to, Timmy!”

Timmy said “Take it easy, sweetie, you’re my sister!”

I said “Yeah, I know - I’m a girl and you’re a boy!”

He said “Wo! Honey! We’d better not start anything we might regret.”

I sighed and said “I suppose you’re right. Let’s just watch the film.”

After a few more minutes, the girl on the TV was thrusting her pelvis up at the guy, who was on top thrusting his dick inside her. I started stroking Timmy’s dick through his pants.

Timmy said “Oh, Honey!” This time he didn’t stop me. I kept stroking with my left hand and reached across with my right, and slowly pulled his zipper down.

He said “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

I asked “Will I stop?”

He said “No”.

So I took out his dick and bent my head down and kissed the end of it. I looked up at him. He was in bliss, so I slid my lips back and forth over the top of his dick. It was oozing a little fluid, so I licked it off.

I said “That’s enough, isn’t it! We should stop now, shouldn’t we!”

He said “Oh Honey! I really don’t want to stop.”

I said “Neither do I”.

He said “But we should stop.”

I said “Yes, we should.”

I sat there, watching the film, holding Timmy’s throbbing penis in my hand. The girl on the screen lay flat on the floor, on her front. The man was pumping her from behind. This time it was much clearer which hole he was in. He was in her anus.

I was getting really turned on at the sight of them, and so was Timmy. I moved my hand back and forth along the stem of Timmy’s penis. He leant down to kiss me and I opened my mouth to him, letting my tongue and lips go soft. I caressed his tongue and lips with mine. I could smell Timmy’s skin, and his subtle manly scent made me feel passionate.

I took off my robe and was naked. I said “Oh Timmy, I love you.”

Timmy began to make funny gurgling sounds. He could hardly speak. He tore at his clothes and flung them onto the floor. We kissed passionately, our bodies descending together towards the floor. Then I rolled onto my front, and reached behind me, pulling my cheeks apart. I said “Go in here, Timmy”, opening my anus for him.

The head of his dick was still wet from my sucking, and he wedged the tip of it into my anus. As he pushed his dick into my back hole a little further it was beginning to hurt, so I relaxed all the more, to receive him, and it stopped hurting. Erotic feelings as his dick entered my anus, swept over my body. I could only say “O-oh! O-oh!”

Sticky juices were flooding out of my vagina, as his dick went deeper and deeper into my anus. I spread my long legs as far apart as I could for my darling brother. Then the cheeks of my bottom came into contact with his front, feeling like erotic butterflies caressing each other, and I began to climax.

I got louder and louder with each wave of glorious sex feeling, calling out “O-oh! O-oh! O-o-o-o-O-O-O-O-H-H-H-H!” Then Timmy began roaring like a bull, and hammered my bottom with the strokes of his thighs and groin. He exploded into me, shooting his sperm deep into my anus.

He relaxed on top of my back, trying not to squash me. I said “I’ll get a blanket”.

Timmy pulled the cushions off the couch. We lay on the cushions on the floor, covered in a blanket, and watched the TV as the beautiful young girl got into a kneeling position, with her knees apart, with the older man driving up and forward into her vagina, from behind her.

Then I realised what the girl on the TV was saying. She was saying “Fuck me, Daddy! I love it, Daddy!” My mouth gaped open! No wonder their faces looked so similar! She was his daughter!

I expressed my astonishment to Timmy, and he grinned. Both of us got turned on again, realizing that this young girl was actually fucking her father. I looked at the back cover of the DVD to see what the actors names were. Tommy Edwards and Cathy Edwards! Yes! She really was fucking her father, and we were watching her do it!

I got so turned on as I watched, I asked Timmy to suck me. He went down to my pussy and slid his tongue and lips all over me, sucking then licking then sliding his tongue around and around my clitoris. I reached down to his penis and started stroking it again.

I lay on my back with my legs apart and Timmy’s tongue getting me all worked up again, sliding into my vagina, then back to my clitoris. Timmy’s penis was pulsating again, and I wanted him again, this time in my vagina.

I gently pulled up his head and then his chest, signalling him to enter me again. I said “Oh Timmy! I’ve always loved you and I always will.”

He looked me in the eyes with a serious expression, and said “Honey, I’m never going to make love with anyone but you, for the rest of my life!”

I could only say “Oh! Oh!” at the wonderful thing he said. Tears of joy were streaming down my cheeks, and my body was shaking all over with emotion. I hugged him close. I felt exactly the same. I knew it deep in my heart. I wanted him, and only him, for the rest of my life!

Then he entered me, and his penis went deep inside my vagina for the first time. I swivelled my hips towards him each time he thrust his penis deeper inside me, just as I had seen the young girl do as she was fucking her father. I lifted up my head to watch my brother fucking me. And I listened as the girl next to me, on the TV, said “Oh make me pregnant Daddy! Spray your sperm inside me Daddy, and make me pregnant with your baby!”

I thought about Timmy making me pregnant with his baby, and I started to climax again! Waves of love for my brother and excitement at the thought of being pregnant to him flooded through my being. I thought “We could actually make a baby! We could be about to make a baby right now!” and I was so excited at the thought I just kept climaxing over and over!

After we finally stopped, exhausted, I thought “I’ve loved Timmy all my life. I’ve always wanted to do this with him, but didn’t realise it!”

All week long we had a honeymoon at home. We were free, young, and in love. When our parents got back they were amazed at how breathlessly happy we were. I tried not to show my affection but I kept grabbing at Timmy. Mum didn’t know what was going on, but said “Oh well, it’s better than arguing, I guess!”

In my own case, it was almost the worst case scenario - I was always getting rejected, humiliated, embarrassed, unceremoniously dumped in front of others, scathingly ridiculed by teachers in front of my classmates, and whatever remnants of dignity I had left were gloriously torn to shreds by my constant habit of doing things to try to salvage the situation. Perhaps I was hoping to start a new trend in self-annihilation, I don’t know.

But from the age of 17 onwards, I didn’t care! Because someone offered me the greatest gift I’ve ever known, and from then on, nothing else mattered. You could torture me now, and I would die with a soft smile on my face, because this young lady healed my aching soul. She believed in me, she saw the good in me, and she chose me, yes, putrid, insignificant, unworthy me, to give her most precious gift to.

My sister Annie. You wouldn’t think that a 14-year-old could be so mature and loving, but she was. And she still is. Isn’t that right, honey!

We grew up on a farm five miles south of a little country town called Boonah, where our father milked cows, bred pigs, calves, and lambs, grew alfalfa, repaired his fences, drove his tractor, and yelled at his cattle dog to try and make him work.

When Annie reached 14, she was fully developed, with breasts, curvy hips, and a trim, tight waist from helping me lift bales of hay onto the haycart. One day we were sitting on top of the bales of hay in the barn, and our Dad and Mum had gone into Boonah to do some shopping, and we were just playing, and talking, as we often did.

Our conversation drifted to boyfriends and girlfriends. I had met plenty of the local girls, at Saturday night dances in the town, at the local high school, the big swimming pool in Boonah, even at the Boonah picture theatre, but as I said, my experiences were pretty traumatic. Annie reached over and held my hand.

In a moment of complete openness I wistfully said “I wish I had a girlfriend!”

Annie replied “You’ll always have me!”

I said “Thanks Annie” and I nearly added “But it’s not the same!” Thank god I didn’t say it!

Sure, I needed sex badly. The emotional state of a 17 year old male virgin is not a pretty sight, I can tell you! But even that paled into insignificance compared to what I really needed - to give and receive love, genuine love and caring, from someone who believed in me, someone who saw my good side, someone who could lighten my load with a smile and a positive outlook.

I was blind, completely blind! I had it sitting right there next to me and didn’t notice! But Annie was just as patient as she was kind. She slipped her hand in mine, “I believe in you” she said with a warm smile, as if she could read my thoughts.

I patted her on the head. I had always thought of her as just my kid sister. And, being brought up in a world where girlfriends and sisters were kept in two completely separate categories, I had never considered including her in both.

Annie said “I’ve been thinking about your constant sadness, and I’ve always wanted to help. I’ve thought of a way, but it will involve taking your clothes off. Are you game?”

“Oh, we’d better not, Annie” I said. “That would only frustrate me more.”

“Have you noticed how much I’ve changed, physically, these last two years?” she asked.

“Sure, you’ve become a woman!” I said. This made her cheeks bright red with both pride and shyness at the same time.

Annie said “We’ve often been skinny-dipping in the creek, why are you so shy about taking your clothes off now?”

I said “Well, we’re not at the creek, you’re sitting close to me, and besides right now I’ve been feeling the need for…” My voice trailed off. Annie had taken her blouse off, and her breasts were right in
front of me.

“Fondle them, my darling brother, it will do us both good.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m going to get so frustrated!” I said.

And then Annie said with her most beautiful smile “Not if we go all the way, it won’t!”

I felt sexual excitement mounting. I fondled her breasts, unable to speak, while she undid my shirt and unzipped my fly. She couldn’t get my pants off so I stood up and slid them down, and she took off her skirt. She was now dressed in only her little white nickers.

She softly caressed my penis with her fingers and said in a thick, croaky voice “Lie down”. She was obviously excited too.

I lay on my back on the bales of hay, and she took off her panties and sat next to me, taking my penis in her hand. I said “Do you know what to do?” I could tell her, if she didn’t.

She said “Well, I heard all about it from the older girls at school during lunchtime, but this is the first time I’ve tried it, so I hope you won’t mind if I’m a little clumsy. Lie back, now, and close your eyes. This is going to make you feel a lot better, and it’s going to be nice for me too.”

Keeping her eyes on my face, she bent her face towards my penis and opened her mouth. I put my head back down on the hay, she moved into a more comfortable position, or so I thought, and I felt a satiny-soft moist sensation around the head of my penis. It went down and down on my penis till my whole penis was wrapped in her warm soft caress.

No-one had ever done this to me before, and I felt a deep comfort. No, my whole soul felt a deep comfort! The warm liquid satin feeling went up and down the length of my penis. So this is what a blow job feels like, I told myself!

But wait a minute! I’m feeling this evenly all over my penis. But her mouth isn’t even! I put my head up, opened my eyes and looked down, and gasped with astonishment. She was using her vagina! We were having sex!

She smiled and said softly “I was wondering when you’d open your eyes! Surprise!!”

“Oh, how lovely!” I said. I was so excited I could feel a climax coming on. It was so much more beautiful than masturbating.

She said “I love you.”

I said “OH! I’ll love you forever, Annie!”

I began to climax into my sister, and she put her head back in ecstasy, and she began to climax too. Then our naked bodies came together as she fell on me, and I held her in my arms.

Now we’re in our twenties and we’re living together in another city, and we have three children. And no matter what difficulty comes along, no matter what mistakes I make, no matter how foolish I look to others, it just doesn’t matter. Because I have someone who believes in me, no matter what I do. And I believe in myself, I feel worthwhile, and I have inner strength, because of the precious gift Annie gave me that day. Her unconditional love.

After dinner we went for a walk along the beach. We both felt really romantic. We walked along with our arms wrapped around each other. I thought about this group, and wondered if you all have a sister or brother to make love to. It’s very special. Much better than an unrelated lover!

We sat on a rock at the end of the beach and talked. Watching the waves rolling in at night and talking to my brother at the same time are what I love doing best.

You know when you’re going to make love, and you feel an exciting glow building up. We had both been feeling it all evening, especially when we started our walk.

I started undressing him, and he started undressing me. We lay our jumpers down on the sand, between the rocks, and I lay on top of them on my back. Richard got into position between my legs, and lay over me, supporting himself with his arms. He bent down and whispered in my ear that he will love me forever, and never leave me.

I love it when he talks like that! I know he means it, too! I whispered “Fuck me, Richard, fuck me!” He loves it when I talk like that. He had a huge erection. I put my hands on either side of his body and pulled him towards me. As he entered me, I felt such a thrill I couldn’t help saying “Oh, fuck me, Richard! Fuck your little sister!”

I couldn’t help it, it was like a deep need to call out those things had built up inside me. My mind was no longer in control, only the sex was. Every time I called out, Richard got more and more excited. I felt he was like a big bull, or a superman, or a wild tiger in my arms. Or like a huge tidal wave of love from the ocean was engulfing me.

We could feel the slippery friction of my wet vagina caressing his penis. He slid deep inside me, pounding the deepest parts of me. All of the nature around us seemed to be vibrating with a sexual energy. I kept thinking “my brother, my brother” and was building up rapidly towards a climax.

My brother surged forward, his eyes rolled up, and he yelled “Ah-NNNNNG, Ah-NNNNG, Ah-NNNNG” and I could feel his hot sperm inside me. He collapsed on top of me. I hadn’t quite reached climax myself but I still felt the bliss of my brother’s sperm inside me.

Richard moved over so that his weight was no longer on me, and we lay in each other’s arms. I saw a man standing nearby, gazing at us and playing with himself. He had obviously seen us going in between the rocks and had come for a closer look.

I slowly spread my legs apart to make sure the man could see my vagina, and I kissed my brother. I wondered what Richard would think if he knew the stranger was there, looking at my slightly open wet vagina and playing with himself. His fly was open and he had his penis in his hand. I felt sorry for the man, and hoped that he had someone to make love to.

I couldn’t tell how much the man could see, because even with my legs stretched wide apart, my vagina is still only slightly open. So I took my arm away from Richard and reached down with both arms, and pulled my cheeks apart for the man, fully opening my vagina to him, and gave him a warm smile. He began stroking himself very rapidly, and began to climax, spraying the sperm around, onto the sand. He was fairly silent about it, probably so as not to disturb Richard, who was lying next to
me with his eyes closed.

After the man finished, he touched his hand to his forehead, partly like a salute, partly like he was tipping an invisible hat to me. I knew exactly what he meant. It was his silent way of saying “Thank
you!” Then he turned and left.

Now Richard and I are back home, and we’re showered, and I’m typing this up for my friends in the incest group. I wonder how many people with family partners type up their stories for this group.

Mum thinks we just went for a walk along the beach, and Richard still doesn’t know that the man was there. But I’m feeling very excited and happy, because I’ve made two men climax tonight!

Love from Merlina

I’ve never had incest before. This was my first time. It was beautiful! After reading lots of the stories here, I decided I wanted it too. I made my Dad one of his favourite dinners, (lobster thermidore) with
candlelight and red wine. He loved it and said it was a special treat.

Then I curled up next to him on the couch, cuddling him, with my head against his shoulder. He began to suspect I was “buttering him up” for some reason - an increase in my allowance or some special favor.

I said “Not this time Dad!” and smiled.

He was still curious. I turned to face him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips then put my head into his neck and put my hand under his shirt.

He said “What’s all this for?”

“Just because I love you Dad.”

“That’s very nice, B.”

I kept cuddling him and kissing him for quite a while. Then I let my hand run along his penis, till it became a bulge. Then, inspired by a story in this site, I whispered “How long has it been since you had sex, Dad?”

Dad looked shocked, then quickly gathered himself and said “Years! Too long!”

I let my hand rest on Dad’s penis, and I took a deep breath and said “Would you consider having it with me, Dad?”

Dad gasped and choked and I got him a glass of water. When he recovered I kissed him again and whispered “I would like sex with you Dad”.

He said “You mean it, don’t you!”

“Yes Dad.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Dad.”

“Why do you want it with me, B.?”

“Because I love you Dad.”

“Phew!” said Dad.

I don’t think he knew what hit him. He said “When did you get this idea?”

“I read about incest on the net, and the thought of doing it with you is very exciting to me.”

“You know it’s taboo in our society?”

“Yes Dad. But let’s do it anyway.”

“Hmmm!”

“Or perhaps you don’t want it with me?” I asked.

“No no! Of course I do! Of course! You’re young, you’re beautiful, and I’ve loved you fiercely all me life.”

“But…” I said.

“Well, this is all so sudden. It comes as a bit of a shock!”

“Yes. I’m surprised at myself, too! I never realised I wanted you so much until I read of other girls with their fathers.”

“And then you knew you wanted me?”

“Yes. It felt wonderful to think about it.”

“It feels pretty good to me too, to think about it.”

“Oh goodie!” I said, clapping my hands. “Then we can do it?”

“Well, I don’t see why not.”

“Oh goodie!”

If you’re sure you want to, that is.”

“I’m sure!”

“Well, then…”

“I guess we’d better go to bed!” I said with a smile.

“Alright then.”

So we both got undressed, and went to bed. I grinned sheepishly, and he patted me. Then I got serious and hugged him and kissed him, and then I opened my mouth and tongue-kissed my father!

I caressed his bottom and put my head on his chest. He had an erection, so I stroked it gently. Then I let go of Dad and lay on my back, opening my legs a little.

Dad got up on his arms and knees and kissed me again, bringing his body over mine. I got so excited! I felt so sexual!

Then I opened my legs wide and drew him over me, so that his erect penis was pointing right at my vagina. I lifted my head so I could see it go in.

I gasped as he entered me. There was a little pain as he deflowered me, but it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting.

My vagina was contracting from the excitement. I haven’t heard about that happening with other young girls. I know it happens when they climax, though.

There was indeed a beautiful slippery friction, just as I read in one story. I felt so erotic I was gasping. I felt overwhelmed with love for Dad.

Then I burst into tears, because it was so beautiful. Dad was worried about me until I explained that I was just crying because I was so happy, and because it was the most beautiful experience of my life.

Dad was moving in and out slowly, so I thrust myself towards him. I thrust my hips upwards each time he moved his hips down towards me, and tilted my pelvis so Dad’s penis went deep.

And oh, when he went deep inside me I felt such pleasure. I said “Oh Dad, oh Dad, oh Dad.” I couldn’t stop calling out.

Dad started to speed up and I felt sexual all over. Then it hit me and I climaxed again and again and again. Then Dad called out “Oh!” in a deep strong voice, sending a thrill through my spine, and he began to spray his sperm deep inside me. It felt hot. And it felt like he was giving himself to me completely. I’ve never felt so deeply loved in my life before!

I said “Oh Dad, oh Dad” again. I was softly clutching the air with my hands. I couldn’t help it, it just happened. The whole event was astonishing me, because when you think about it beforehand, you can’t imagine how thrilling it is until it’s actually happening. I got especially excited about it being my Dad. That was the most amazing part.

After we both started to calm down, after climaxing, we lay side by side with our arms around each other. I asked him “Can I sleep with you tonight, Dad?”

He said “Absolutely. Now and forever. There’s no point in sleeping separately any more, is there!”

“No Dad!” I said happily. “We’re together forever now.”

I’d like to thank everyone who writes these stories. You’re so wonderful. You’ve changed my life completely, for the better. And I bet you’ve all changed a lot of other people’s lives for the better too.
B.

The prom night at school, in my country, has a tradition of young people meeting each other, rather than going as a couple on a date. If no-one asks you, it doesn’t matter, as you’ll meet plenty of nice young fellow-students there, who will ask you to dance and get to know you in a less formal setting than school.

Daddy bought me a beautiful dress for the occasion, and I tried it on. I needed to practice, so I asked Dad to dance with me. All I was intending was to develop some confidence in my ability to dance.

Daddy was still in his business suit from work, I was in my school uniform so I changed into my new dress. Then I danced with my Daddy. He’s a good dancer.

Okay, that’s it. End of story. That’s all I expected to happen, honest. It was just part of normal life. I was going to an important dance, so I put on my new dress and practiced with Daddy. At the time, there was absolutely nothing more than that in my mind.

But as I was dancing with Dad, I could feel a hard bulge lightly pressing against my clitoris. I realised my Daddy was getting an erection as he was dancing with me!

At first, I felt complimented. He was responding to how beautiful I looked. He tried to avoid touching me by holding his hips back, so I pulled him a little closer and said “Our fronts are supposed to be together, Dad”. I still wasn’t thinking of anything more than that, though.

As I gently pulled him closer to me, we both felt his penis slide against my clitoris and go between my legs a little distance. Our clothing was loose enough to let that happen. He went red with embarrassment and said “Sorry, sorry” and tried to pull away. I felt sexy.

I said softly “Don’t be sorry Dad, that’s what dancing is for. Being close!” and I held him close again.

As we kept dancing, Daddy’s penis was really getting hard and long, and I could feel it pushing against my fanny and upper thighs, in between my legs. Soon we weren’t dancing, just swaying from side to side. He murmured “This must be making you feel awful!”

I whispered “I like it, Dad!”

All the next day, I was thinking about how beautiful the intimate dance had made me feel, and I made a plan for that night. I said “I want to practice some more Daddy. Would you dance with me again?”

Daddy said “Wasn’t it a little too intimate for you, last night?”

I said “Oh no, Dad. It was lovely!”

After dinner I put on some soft slow music and dimmed the lights. I took off my school uniform as Dad came over and I said “We’d better just wear our underwear, Daddy. We don’t want our clothes to get crushed, and you need more room. You must have been uncomfortable last night in your trousers.”

So Daddy and I danced together in our underwear. We both had one hand up and the other hand around each other’s waist, and our bodies were pressed together as we swayed to and fro.

I reached up and kissed Daddy on the lips. His penis was right between my legs. As we danced, I felt beautiful and sexy, and I was getting wetter and wetter from feeling my Dad’s penis against my fanny. He was pushing his underpants way out in front. I said “You still need more room, Daddy. You’d better take off your underpants too.”

At that stage I thought “It would be so nice to dance with Daddy in the nude.” I wasn’t actually thinking of it going further than that. I didn’t think that Daddy would let it go further than that, so I didn’t think of going further either.

So I took my underpants off too, saying “Let’s dance in the nude. It’s more comfortable”. Then I took off my bra as well. There didn’t seem to be any point in keeping anything on.

As we danced in the nude, Daddy’s erection went between my legs again, and with the stem of his penis against my clitoris, I felt really aroused. I began to want more closeness with my Daddy. I began to press my pubic region against his. I pressed my clitoris rhythmically against the stem of his erection, as we danced. Then I reached down and held his penis against my fanny. Then I tilted my hips forward and inserted his penis just a little way into my vagina. I said “Oh Daddy!”

It’s funny, but even then, up until that point, I wasn’t actually thinking of it as “sex”. I was just thinking of it as more and more intimacy with my Daddy. Once I was in that position with Daddy, though, with the tip of his penis in the entrance to my vagina, I just wanted to lie down and open my legs, and have my Daddy right inside me.

“I said “O-oh Da-addy!” and lay down on the floor, pulling Daddy down by the hand.

Daddy said “I’m not sure we should be doing this.”

I said “I want you, Daddy!”

Daddy said “What if you regret it later?”

I said “Oh no Daddy, I’ll never regret this. It’s so beautiful. Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your little girl!”

I spread my legs for my Dad. As Daddy entered me he said “Oh darling! Oh baby!”. Then he put his arms on the floor, and I held onto his forearms with my hands. I could feel his penis going deep inside me and it felt beautiful.

Daddy withdrew a little way, then plunged forward again, saying “Oh baby!”

As Daddy moved in and out, I thought “Oh god, I’m actually fucking my father! This is amazing!”

It was just an impulsive thing, that happened on the spur of the moment. We both got carried away.

I never went to the dance. I told Dad “There’s no-one there that I want to meet. I just want to be with you.”

We’ve been living as man and wife, now, for the last five years. We’re both committed to this relationship, and I see no reason why we can’t go on living together for the rest of our lives.

“Martin, pull yourself out of it!” Lisa told him, snapping her
fingers in front of his face. “”What’s-her-name -”

“Maggie.”

“Maggie gets off before you do. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that *I* would like to come for a change.”

“Just slow down.”

“Tried that.”

“Have you tried a different position?”

“Lisa,” he sighed. “We’ve tried the Kama Sutra, 101 Ways to
Prolong Sex, and Makling Love, Not Sex. We’ve tried anal sex,
oral sex, tantric sex, frottage, bondage, foreplay, no foreplay.
You name it, we’ve tried it, but nothing works. The only way to
keep her from coming before I do is for me to not touch her at
all. And even then sometimes she gets so worked up when she’s
blowing me, she starts squeezing her legs together, or rubbing
herself, and comes anyway.”

Lisa took a long drink of her iced tea. “Is it hot in here? I
think it’s hot in here.”

“I don’t know what else to do.”

“Do you love her?”

“Lisa, we’ve known each other since we were kids. We tell each
other everything. No, I don’t love her.”

“You’re not in love with her and you’ve only been going out,
what, three months now?”

“Yeah.”

“Dump her.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because now it’s like a challenge to come before she does. If
I dump her now, it’s like giving up.”

“Martin, give up.” “Lisa -”

“Martin.” She leaned forward and under the cover of the coffee
shop table, ran a hand along his upper thigh. “In the interest
of sharing information, I’ve never had Maggie’s problem. Never.”

He gulped. “Never.”

Lisa shook her head. “I have a delivery to be made, Martin, and
I think you’re just the ’swift courier’ I’ve been looking for.”
She squeezed his thigh.

“Check please!”

So far, SS-Lieutenant Von Yurt had no idea why the man was yelling at
him about some traitorous woman who had sided with the Jews. The SS-
Oberführer soon corrected that lack of his knowledge in the
conversation.

“THE TRAITOR IS YOUR WIFE GRETA, VON YURT. YOUR WIFE!” Hans eyes
widened in disbelief. He couldn’t believe his ears. True, Greta had
said some mild things against the Nazi party, to his dismay and
consternation, but traitor? Impossible! She was a loyal German. As
loyal as Der Führer, himself. She just had a funny way of showing it
sometimes.

“Mein Oberführer, I don’t believe . . . ”

“SHUT UP, VON YURT! There is no denying it, She is the one I am
referring to. She is the one who has used her raggedy and pitiful
little weekly newsletter to blast the party’s treatment, or I should
say mistreatment, of the Jews. She’s the one, your Greta, who has
created great dissension and discord among the working classes.” He
paused.

“WELL, NO MORE, VON YURT!” He banged his fist hard on the desk top.
“You, SS-Gestapo Lieutenant Von Yurt, are going to personally arrest
that little bitch wife of yours and bring her to me. Do I make myself
perfectly clear, Von Yurt?”

“Y-Yes, mein Oberführer, perfectly clear, sir! Hans stiffened his body
and clicked his heels together. He knew better than to say anything
else, especially any of the argumentative rebuttal thoughts he now
harbored. The man before him was obviously in no mood for a debate.

“Good! Now, go retrieve her, Von Yurt, and deliver her to me, in less
than one hour, in my private quarters.” The Commandant looked down at
his wrist watch. “I want to personally teach the traitorous little
cunt some lessons in following party doctrine when it comes to mass
media.” He smiled at the Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Von Yurt cringed, but saluted smartly, pivoted and headed
toward the door. He knew the fate awaiting his beautiful wife of less
than five years, but also knew there was nothing he, or anyone else
for that matter, could do about it. Their fate was sealed. It was now,
he knew, up to Greta as to just how horrible that fate would, or could
get.

A short while later, Hans and Greta Von Yurt were in the back seat of
a large, black unmarked SS-Gestapo car headed for the Commandant’s
quarters. Two regular army soldiers sat in front and, one of them, the
driver, was humming a tune. It sounded out of place, given the
circumstances, but at the same time it sounded normal. A thing a
driver would do to pass the time.

Hans hadn’t yet told Greta the reason for the trip, but he suspected
she knew something wrong was afoot. He had merely told her that the
commandant wanted to chat with her and she was not to worry, purposely
playing it down so as not to fret her prematurely. Her worry and fret
would come soon enough, he well knew.

“Hans,” Greta said. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” He nodded, not turning
to her, but still staring out the rear window on his side. “It’s
because of those things I wrote, isn’t it?” He nodded again, still
staring at the scenery going past. She pumped him further.

“How bad is it, Hans?” She sounded fearful, so he turned to face her.
He looked very worried. Childlike in his worry. He took her right hand
into both of his and squeezed. He could sense her fear. He had that
fear in himself.

“Very bad, I’m afraid, my liebschen. The Commandant has labeled you a
traitor . . .” He let the words just hang there, waiting for her
response.

“Traitor? That’s nonsense, Hans, I’m a loyal party woman, you know
that. So, I played Devil’s advocate with my odd views, but . . . ”

Hans shushed her. “Liebschen, we don’t have much time. We must talk
before we get to the Commandant’s quarters.”

Hans leaned over and said something to the driver. It was said too low
for Greta to hear, but a moment later she heard the man say, “Ya,
Lieutenant!” and pull the car over to the curb and kill the engine.
The two regular army soldiers then left the car, slamming doors behind
them. Hans turned to her.

“Hans, I . . . ”

“Greta, my liebschen, please, we don’t have much time, so listen to me
and listen very carefully. I am helpless in his matter and cannot do a
thing to help you.” He squeezed her hand. “I could shoot the two men
with us, but that wouldn’t save us, or you. We’d never even make it to
the border or, even if by some incredible miracle we did, we’d never
get through without a border pass.

“They would arrest us and kill us, after putting the two of us through
holy hell.” He squeezed her hand again. “Remember Anna?” He knew she
did. She nodded silently. Poor Anna, she thought. Anna had also been
called to have a little chat with the Commandant. She was now
hospitalized and in a mostly vegetative state. Her mind had snapped.

Before her mind had gone, she had told Greta most of the horrid
details. What she told Greta had seemed incredible in this day and
age. Impossible, even.

Anna had fought the Commandant wildly, even going so far as to bite
his penis when he had attempted to put it into her mouth. He had
beaten her severely and told her he would kill her entire family if
she didn’t cooperate.

She cooperated, as best she could, but that still wasn’t enough for
him. He meant to teach her a good lesson. After raping her night and
day for a week, he had turned her over to what he called the barrack’s
boys, 160 of his regular army soldiers. They had used her night and
day, every day, without any mercy, for eight months. Anna didn’t go
into great detail, but she did say it was the most horrible thing
imaginable, and beyond.

Anna did mention being tied to an army cot, night and day, while a
long line of soldiers waited outside the door for their turn at her.
And Anna’s crime? She had called an SS-Gestapo officer a pig after he
had pinched her behind in the restaurant where she waitressed. But how
was she to know he was Schutzstäffel? The dreaded SS. The man was in
plain clothes.

Anna’s ordeal might have gone on until they tired of her or she died,
but Anna got pregnant. Most of the men wanted to kill her then and
there, but the barrack’s boss, a kindly Corporal Fürst, took pity on
her and sent her home to have the baby. Upon her leaving, Fürst had
told her to go and have a healthy, German soldier boy.

Anna wasn’t home three days when she miscarried and lost the baby.
Whether this fact contributed to Anna’s deterioration or not will
never be known, but Anna collapsed soon after and lost all sense of
reality. She now spent her days in a home for the mentally insane.

But that was then and this is now.

“Well,” Hans was saying. “Anna had no idea what fate was waiting for
her when she fought the commandant. How could she? But, you, my
liebschen, are a step ahead of it all. That could save you from a very
terrible time of it.” Greta thought about the barrack’s boys. Hans
knew what she was thinking. He spoke again, still very rapidly.

“Yes, that would be terrible. Terrible. But you can prevent that from
happening to you. By not being you, the strong-willed woman, the woman
who takes no crap from anyone . . . including me.” He chuckled softly.
It sounded to Greta like a gallows chuckle. She tried to chuckle, too,
but found she couldn’t. Her throat was too dry.

“Liebschen,” he continued, talking rapidly. “While it kills me inside
to say this, you must humor the man and do everything he tells you to
do, sexual and otherwise. It’s the only way, believe me. I’ve seen and
heard this man in action. He’s a beast, a depraved beast. He enjoys
telling stories of how he made the woman fight back, on purpose, by
having her do things she found truly repulsive and the joy and
exhilaration he felt in turning her over to his wretched henchmen.

“At all costs, you must not fight him. It will only play into his
hands. If there is any hope of you coming out of this, my liebschen,
and being spared Anna’s fate, this is it. Use any ability you have
within you to play-act, pretend you like it even, but just don’t get
the man angry. Do you understand, my liebschen?” She nodded meekly.
God, she thought, oh, God. What is to become of me? Of us? Hans had
said something more, again rapidly.

” . . . will insist on oral and intercourse, undoubtedly, but he will
also make you perform anal sex. I know, I know. This is something you
absolutely detest and I understand, my love, but he will give you no
choice in the matter. It’s do it or suffer Anna’s consequences.” He
looked at her, great fear and love showing in his pool blue eyes. And
tears. “And, as I well know from listening to his many ugly stories,
his men will use you that way anyway, so please, liebschen, keep that
in mind.” He had more tears in his eyes. He’s trapped, she thought,
just like I am, but I must now be the strong one. If we are to survive
at all.

One of the soldiers tapped on the rear car window and said, ” One more
minute, Lieutenant, sir.” Hans turned to her.

“Greta, our time has run out. Do you think you can be a convincing
actress with this vile bastard?” He looked anxious and afraid. Wanting
her to say she could, but hating the fact that she had to.

“Hans, my liebschen, I love you. I can get through this. But will you?
Will your knowing what I have done with this man hurt you so deeply it
kills your love for me? That would kill me quicker than a bullet to my
head.”

“No, liebschen, I know you will have had no choice. My love for you
will remain as srong as it is now. I promise.” He reached out and
kissed her. A long kiss. “We have to go now. I love you.” He held her
close. “I love you, my liebschen.”

Just as the car door opened, Greta whispered, “I love you, too, my
liebschen Hans.” The two soldiers rejoined them in the car and in less
than a minute they were once more underway.

Hans and Greta sat in the back seat, holding hands, both staring
straight ahead at the backs of the soldier’s heads. They both had
tears in their eyes. The car turned a corner and there it was, the
posh hotel that housed the SS-Gestapo. And, as Hans well knew, the
personal penthouse quarters of SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp. The SS-beast.
The SS-beast, Hans thought, who would soon have his dirty hands all
over Greta’s lovely body. Making her . . . Hans stopped thinking about
it as the car stopped and the two soldiers got out.

* * * * * *

AS GRETA STOOD, all alone, in the middle of the Commandant
Oberführer’s living room, she concentrated on steeling her will for
the ordeal she could only imagine lay ahead of her. She was sure she
could do as he wished, the bastard, and then blot it out of her mind
later, unlike poor Anna, but she had to call on all the fortitude
within her to play-act her part in the horrible scenario to soon come.
Later was later, she thought, but now, damn it, was now.

A door opened to her right and SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp entered the
room. He was barefooted and wearing a dark purple robe with twin
yellow lightning bolts embroidered on the breast pocket. The insignia
of the SS, the Schutzstäffel, the feared quasi-military arm of the
Nazi party that served as their special police force. The dreaded
Black Shirts. Stemp had a drink in one hand and was smiling at her.
She felt immediately nauseated. And truly frightened.

As he stepped even closer to her, she realized he was a bigger man
that she had remembered. Well over six feet, muscular, but with a
pronounced paunch for a stomach. His chest looked extremely hairy as
it peeked out of the purple robe’s vee at his neck. His bare legs,
below the robe, were also extremely hairy. The words hairy beast ran
through her mind.

But it was his face that got her full attention. He was ugly. Not
horribly ugly, but ugliness showed through nonetheless. His face was
fat, wide at the jowls, with a close cropped moustache that reminded
her of Hitler, their beloved Führer. His lips, the bottom one very
fat, wore a scar that crossed diagonally over them both, making them
somehow look very evil. His ears looked too big for even his big face.
They had little hairs growing out of them that repulsed her and
reminded her of a man who should be older than he appeared to be.

“Good evening, Frau Von Yurt. How are you this lovely night?” The way
he had said it, with a slight sneer in it, spoke volumes to her. She
knew he was cat and mousing her, looking over his prey, which he knew
had no avenue of escape. And the bastard, she also knew, was enjoying
it immensely. She was sure he had done this before and was very well
practiced in it. Anna flashed through her mind. Anna had probably
stood in this very same spot. And had the same fears.

“I’m fine, Oberführer. May I go home now, I have many important things
to do there, if that’s all right with you.” She was immediately sorry
her mouth had gotten ahead of her brain, but, at the same time, she
was pleased with herself. She’d caught him off guard, the bastard, by
the looks of him. He was flustered. But, she reminded herself to be
careful with him. She was in his home court, without any advantage.
And it was he, not she, who would always be the clever one.

He started toward her. “Home? My, my, you’ve only just arrived here,
my dear. Besides, we haven’t had our little chat yet.” He was now
standing a foot away from her. “YOU TRAITOROUS LITTLE SLUT!” He
slapped her hard across her right cheek, knocking her head to the
side. The pain was awful and immediate. “HOME! HAH! Until I say so,
you Jew loving little cunt, this is your home!” He grabbed her by the
shoulders and shook her roughly from side to side.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” He put one hand under her chin, gripping it
strongly, and forced her to look directly at him. She saw that he had
spittle on his chin from the yelling.

“Y-yes, Oberführer. I’m sorry if I misspoke. What is it you want to
talk to be about?” She looked pitifiul. He stepped back a few feet and
looked at her, taking her entire body in and making her feel naked. He
read her mind in that direction.

“Before we have our little chat, my dear, I want you to remove every
article of your clothing, every last stitch, and stand at full
attention. Now! AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT!” He smiled at her. He knew she
was trapped. And she knew words were useless with this type of man,
one who wielded power without any thought to another’s feelings.

Resigned, and without a single word of protest, she started to
disrobe, feeling the full, aching pain of humiliation and
embarrassment creeping over her. I love you, Hans, she said to
herself, fighting back the urge to cry. Crying now, she feared, might
make the beast angry. And she knew where his anger could take her.

As she stripped before him, her hands trembling, he said, “I’ve had my
eye on you for quite some time, Frau Von Yurt, but I suspect you know
that. Tonight, my dear, I’m going to use you as you have never been
used before.” She was now down to her bra and panties. She heard him
draw in a gasping breath. “Ah, lovely, lovely, my sweet one. You are,
forgive me for saying it this way, what those fool American’s
idiotically call, stacked like a brick shithouse!” He laughed, which
added to her overall embarrassment.

And to the guilt she was also feeling even before she had reached this
state of undress. For, while removing her outer clothing, she had
thought of something Anna had only glossed over; having three of the
barracks boys at a time using all her orifices simultaneously. Anna
had broken down in tears.

But even while consoling Anna, Greta had weird thoughts invade her
mind. She was picturing three men using her that way, and, to her
consternation, the picture in her head was having a strange effect on
her body. She could feel her vagina watering up, a heat coming over
her. 160 barracks boys would be much to much, but just three? Three.

She knew she was stronger than Anna. She would have survived and not
have gone to pieces. In face, she probably would have convinced them
she even liked it, thereby getting better treatment. More sleep, more
food. But, what scared her the most is, she might have liked it. For
even now, as serious as her situation was, she could feel a
perverseness coming into her mind.

She had stolen a glimpse at the lower body of the Commandant. His
erection had been poking the robe’s material out toward her. She
quickly averted her eyes, but the effect on her was electrifying. She
had to fight her mind, keep it from getting her turned on, keep those
images of what he would be doing to her with the thing now hidden
under the robe. It was a very difficult fight.

She had been a virgin when she had married her childhood sweetheart,
Hans. To be sure, there had been the usual puppy love silliness of
using her hand to manipulate a boy, or two, but it never went the
whole way. She had saved herself for her Hans. And now, he couldn’t
help her, even as much as he wanted to. She was at the mercy of man
with power not only over her and Hans, but over the entire barracks
boys.

Now, as she stood before the man, in preparation of removing the last
of her clothing, she could feel a wetness start to creep into her
vaginal area. It felt as if it was flowing out of her in a copious
manner, wetting her panties. The only saving grace, for which she was
truly thankful, was the fact that her panties were black. The
commandant might not see her tell-tale staining.

But something deep within her mind, wanted him to. She wanted him to
know she was willing, ready, and very able to do his bidding. This
thought made her feel a flushness creep up her neck. And again, she
thought of Anna.

As she was about to unhook her bra, he placed his drink on the desk,
stepped toward her and said, “Here, let me.” He went up to her and put
his thick arms around to her back and deftly undid the clasp. She
could smell alcohol on his breath as the heat of him seemed to ungulf
her. He stepped back, the bra in his hand. He tossed it willy-nilly in
the direction of his desk as if female underclothing meant nothing in
his world.

As she now stood there, the perfection of her young, firm breasts
fully before his lecherous gaze, she felt the nipples go rigid from
the coolness of the room. This embarrassed her even more and she was
tempted to use her hands to cover herself. She resisted this as Stemp
now moved closer to her. He whistled a low wolf’s whistle, the type
men use for pretty females on the street, and then said:

“They are beautiful, just beautiful, your perky little titties. Oh,
yes, my little Jew loving cunt, I’m going to enjoy you tonight.” He
reached out and, with both hands, started to squeeze and knead the
twin orbs, tweaking the nipples hard.

He bent over and put his scarred lips on her right nipple and started
nursing on it. His lips felt rough and sandpapery. She stood there,
trembling and wanting to die. He worked both her breasts for a few
more minutes and then stood back. “The panties.” was all he said, a
wide grin on his face.

Oh, God, she thought, as she lowered her panties, exposing her
unshaven groin area to his unyielding stare. Remember Anna, she
thought, remember what happened to Anna. Play-act. Oh, God, and it’s
only going to get worse, much worse, Oh, God, I love you Hans.

She stepped out of the panties, unable to look at him. Then she
realized not doing so might anger him. She looked at him. He looked
demented, depraved. He was drooling. His mouth hung down, making the
scarred bottom lip look even bigger and rougher. Play-act, she
reminded herself. Remember Anna.

Thus, with a will of iron and the hidden talents of a Sarah Burnhardt,
she said, “Do you like what you see, Oberführer?” Her mouth felt dry.
She had said it coquettishly, which surprised him, as well as herself.
She now stood at full attention before him, totaly naked, her
beautiful breasts and pussy unhidden to his eyes. She noticed that he
had his drink back in his hand, the ice clinking even as it melted. He
sipped at it.

“Oh, yes, my dear, what man wouldn’t? But you disappoint me somewhat.
I had expected more of a fight out of you, more, shall we say,
revulsion at the idea of it all. But, no matter, I have many little
tricks that will test your feminine mettle. Many tricks, my dear. As
you shall discover. But for now, let’s chat, shall we?” She stood
there as he walked all around her, taking an occasional sip from his
glass.

“We will chat about your feelings for the Jews later, but for now I
will ask you some questions and you will answer each with a nod or a
shake of your head. Understood?” She suspected he was about to test
her further. She nodded.

“Good. Now, do you know, Frau Von Yurt, that we are going to have sex
tonight or, as some say, fuck?” She nodded. The word fuck had forced
her to cringe.

“Good again. And you know you are going to suck my big, hairy cock,
don’t you, my dear?” She shuddered and nodded. She heard him behind
her, taking a sip.

“And my old, hairy balls . . . ?” She shivered all over, but nodded
again.

“And if I tell you I want to put my prick into your tight little ass,
you will tell me to go fuck myself. Right?” She almost nodded, but
caught herself in time to shake her head from side to side. She heard
him laugh behind her. He was enjoying himself at play with his mouse.

“And if my asshole wants to feel the heat and wetness of your hot
tongue on it . . . ” He let the question hang in the air. Gritting her
teeth, she nodded. Oh, God, help me, she thought, by letting me die
this very minute. But she didn’t really mean the prayer because it
would mean no more Hans, no more us, no more anything. Play-act, she
now thought as she nodded agreement to doing the vile act with him. He
laughed again.

“You’re too pliable, my dear, I have a feeling our little Hansy pansy
has prepared you for what is going to take place here. Don’t answer.
It doesn’t matter to me.” He came around to her front, threw his drink
at the fireplace, where it smashed into many pieces, and dropped his
robe to the floor.

He was naked now, too, large paunch and all. The two of them just
stood there, both naked now, facing each other in the brightly lit
room. His large, heavy, hairy balls hung down, framing his wide and
flaccid penis. The head of his penis looked huge, much larger than
Hans’ more normal looking one. It frightened her just to look at it,
but it was also mesmerizing, just as a Cobra’s gaze can be to its
prey.

“Come to me and put your arms around my neck and show me how well you
can kiss, my sweet little Jew lover.” Play-act, she thought as she
moved toward his hulking shape. As her arms encircled his neck, she
could feel the heat of the man. It was overpowering, as was the musky
smell of his male sex. To Greta, his heat and the musk smell seemed to
permeate the room, cloying her nostrils. This was nothing like Hans’
sweet, manly odor. This was more primitive, more animalistic. It
scared her.

Greta closed her eyes and sought his scarred lips with her. On
contact, she had the urge to vomit, her stomach muscles wretching,
churning, convulsing, but managed to control herself. His lips were
rough, partly from the scarring, but also from their natural state.
They reminded her of the papery, parched-looking lips she had seen on
the gorillas at the zoo. Beasts, just like him.

She felt his large, fat tongue enter her mouth. It seemed hotter than
hot. And wetter than wet. As he pressed his lips against hers, his
tongue delved even further into her mouth, finding her own tongue and
playing with it. Kiss him back, she thought, don’t anger him. Survive.
Her tongue rolled around, exploring the fat, fullness of the intruder.
He moaned and kissed her harder, running his hands over her ass cheeks
at the same time. Then his hands went up and explored all over her
back. Then back over her ass cheeks.

His kissed her for what seemed a long time. Then he kissed her neck
many times before he worked his way downward to her nervous breasts.
Finding her right nipple, he started sucking on it hard, causing her
to wince in pain. He then switched to her left nipple and did the same
thing. It felt unbelievably awful to her.

But SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp was enjoying himself. After thoroughly
suckling on her breasts to his satisfaction, he groped her ass cheeks
and then stuck a finger, then two, into her vagina. His other hand
stuck a large finger into her rectum to the first knuckle. His big
hands now had her impaled between them. He wiggled all his fingers
around for a bit as if testing for fit, and then seemed to lose
interest in the deed. He looked her in the eyes.

“On your knees, Greta, and suck my cock.” He smiled at her and then
added, “And do a good job with no biting. If you bite me I will have
all of your teeth removed before turning you over to my men.” He
didn’t ask if she had understood. He knew she did.

She knelt down before him, his great, hairy paunch hovering and
seeming to sway in the air above her. God, give me strength, she
prayed. Play-act flashed in her brain. Then Anna.

Greta took the fat, flaccid member into her right hand and lifted it
so it pointed toward her face, her mouth. In doing so, she couldn’t
help but look at it. It seemed even fatter close up. And wider. At
least two inches in girth, perhaps even more. The flange around the
ridge stood out, all around, a full half-inch from the shaft, with the
cock head’s pee hole deeply indented, as a cleft chin might be. The
whole appendage was meaty looking and felt quite heavy to her for a
human penis. Hans’ was nothing like this, nothing at all like it.

Taking a deep breath, Greta moved her head forward and took the
monstrous head into her mouth. It was so incredibly wide. As she felt
her lips cross the flanged ridge, the plumpness of his cock head
filled her mouth, pressing against her tongue. She was reminded of a
salami. A thick salami. He moaned above her, placing his hands into
her hair and drawing her head even closer to him.

“Suck it, Greta, suck it good.” She started a forward and back motion
with her mouth, as she had done many times to her dear Hans. As she
sucked, she felt the man’s cock hardening up. Slowly at first, then
more quickly, getting fatter, the head swelling to even larger
proportions, the length of the shaft increasing. At full hardness,
which was no more than seven inches in length, Greta believed that the
wide head would certainly choke her to death. He moaned once more and
pulled her head even closer to his hairy groin.

“Take the whole thing, my dear, all of it.” He said it threateningly,
as if failure in the attempt would anger him. I must avoid that, she
thought. She removed her mouth and said, simply, “Yes, Oberführer.”

Greta had been able to accomodate Hans’ much slimmer 7″ all the way
down her throat, but this cock head now before her was unbelievably
wide. She moved down the shaft, feeling the large cock head enter her
throat’s beginnings. When it hit her gag reflex, she decided to try
something one of her married girlfriend’s had told her to do, make a
swallowing motion. She swallowed, as if eating a large piece of meat,
and, to her utter amazement, it worked!! The entire cock head went
down her throat with the one simple swallow until the man’s pubic
hairs were touching her lips. This amazed her. He moaned somewhere
above her.

“Gott in Himmel! Ach der lieber!” he said. It had amazed him, too. “No
woman has ever taken my cock head that way before. They usually throw
up an entire meal all over me. I have often fantasized about a woman
doing what you’ve just done, but I never thought it would ever occur.
Now, suck me and swallow my sperm, you unbelievable deviltress, you.”
He started mouth-fucking her face, the fat-flanged head plunging deep
within her throat on every third or fourth stroke.

As she sucked away on him, her saliva sputtering all around her mouth
and around his fat-headed cock, they soon got into a syncopated
rhythym. It was intoxicating to her, this sucking action, as if she
was a baby suckling at her mother’s nipple. And, to her chagrin, she
found herself enjoying it. The meatiness of his cock head was doing
something strange to her lips and tongue. Something very pleasurable.

While she hated this man, hated doing this for him, she also felt the
pleasure sucking can bring. Like a pacifier, she thought. A large
headed pacifier. This both scared and tantalized her.

As their cock-in-mouth rhythym increased, his moaning increasing along
with it, she found herself completely enraptured by it all. She hated
herself for feeling this way, but she couldn’t help it. And she hated
herself for admitting that something else was going on, too. Her
vagina was moistening up. She could feel the stirrings, the familiar
wetness, as it increased. Sucking off the vile bastard was getting her
hot.

And the desire in her welled up, too. Not for the man, but for the
moment, the sex, the act, call it what you will. She tried to tell
herself it was play-acting, but she knew that was a lie. Perhaps, she
thought, I’m a wanton slut deep down and this is merely revealing it
to me. Oh, God, I hope not, for how will I ever face my Hans again?
How will I face myself again? These horrible thoughts mingled with the
pleasure her mouth was feeling and the growing wetness between her
legs. Confusion swam through her brain.

SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp groaned, a real loud groan. He was, she knew
by the gutteral sound of it, about to ejaculate into her mouth. She
moved her mouth so just the head was engulfed, as she had many times
with Hans, and moved her mouth back and forth over the cock head
gently, waiting for his release. A moment later, he squeezed her head
with both hands, holding her fast, and spasmed his sperm into her. She
had expected him to yell as Hans usually did, but he was merely
moaning.

His sperm entered her mouth in large globules, thick and sticky, with
the consistency of yogurt. The sheer initial volume of it amazed her.
Her mouth flooded up, forcing her to swallow. As she felt the large
sea of salty sperm go down her throat, her mouth flooded again. She
swallowed once more.

Then, to her utter amazement, her mouth flooded again, even more so
than either time before. The amount of it caught her unaware and she
felt it splashing out around his cock and dripping down hotly onto her
naked knees. Her Hans had never been this copious, not even when he
hadn’t ejaculated in a week’s time. Or even longer.

“Greta, use your mouth to suck the last drops out of me. Vaccuum my
cock, my dear.” She immediately complied, squeezing her lips tightly
around the cock head and drawing her lips back toward herself,
maintaining pressure. He was finally satisfied with her work.

He withdrew his cock and lifted her up to a standing position. He
reached out and removed a large glob of his sperm from her chin.
“Here, suck this off!” The finger was right in front of her mouth, the
large glob shiny white. She reached out and took the finger into her
mouth and sucked the sperm away. She swallowed just as he said, “After
such a wonderful performance, my dear, we must use our first names.
Call me Otto from now on, Greta. All right?”

“Yes, Ober . . . Otto.” Was all she could say as she stood there awash
in her mixed emotions.

He told her they would now be wined and dined in the finest manner and
that afer dinner they would, now Greta and Otto, make love. She
nodded. He told her to get dressed. He had a phone call to make.

As he walked away from her, her eyes took in his naked back. He looked
younger from this position with that awful paunch hidden from view.
His back was very muscular and strong appearing. His buttocks were
somehow girlish looking and very tight. This side of him was, unlike
his front, handsome. And very verile looking. This surprised her.

As she saw him close the door, she tried to reason with herself, to
get some earthly perspective. She had just sucked off the vilest of
men and she should have been revulsed, repulsed. And she was, but she
also wasn’t She should have been sickened now by it all. And she was,
but at the same time, she wasn’t. This dichotomy worried her because
it meant that, while hating it, abhoring it, she had partially enjoyed
it. And now had to admit that horrid fact to herself.

Perhaps, she reasoned, my brain is echoing back to the days of the
cavemen, when a man, allegedly, would grab a woman by the hair and
drag her back to his cave. Where he would, allegedly, force the woman
to do his bidding. Was all women’s subconscious wired that way? To
accept her fate by enjoying it? To survive? To live through it for one
more chance at another new day? To play-act?

But where, she thought, did play end and act begin? Or was it all one
seamless illusion meant to fool her, the self-audience? She was lost
in an ocean of confusion. True, she had had her share of girlish
fantasies, but never had she pictured anything forcible. It was always
gentle in nature, both loving and romantic. The man, who always
remained faceless to her, was handsome, dashing, and sweetly loving.
Gentle, even as he ravished her in his large feather down bed.

Tonight, on the other hand, was something completely different. It was
alien, truly strange. Frightening and titillating at the same time. It
was primitive and animal like, and yet, strangely normal, as if it fit
in with some master female plan for survival in the wild. The words
animal rutting popped into her head.

And worst of all, as she stood there now, naked and horrified, ashamed
and filled with guilt, she had to fight the overwhelming urge to place
two fingers deep into her vagina to relieve the havoc that some
unknown, unnamed demon had created within her. She felt a hot flush of
guilt rush from her neck to her head. And, she well knew, the night
had only begun. The Oberführer wasn’t finished with her yet, not be a
long shot. A picture of his hairy ass opening wide to receive her
tongue flashed into her brain. She shuddered at the image.

* * * * * *

IN THE BEDROOM, SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp, was on the phone. He spoke
quickly, his authority on full display.

“Colonel Shtetl, Stemp here. Listen carefully as I do not wish to have
to repeat myself. Understood?” It was. “Now, Shtetl, I want you to
prepare orders for one SS-Gestapo Lieutenant Hans Von Yurt for
redeployment to the Russian front. He is to leave within the next
hour. He is to be told nothing of my involvement in the matter.
Understood?” It was.

“Good. Then, Shtetl, I want you, personally, to go to his apartment
and tell his landlord that the Von Yurt’s are moving out, permanently.
Give them no other information. Then Shtetl, I want you, personally,
to enter the Von Yurt’s apartment and pack up everything belonging to
Frau Von Yurt. Take nothing of her husband’s. Understood?” It was.

Colonel Shtetl had been through this many times before. His superior
was taking a wife, quite literally. And the wife in question, Shtetl
well knew, was a knockout. Shtetl, himself, had more than once
devoured the woman’s stunning figure with his eyes. He knew exactly
what to do to please the Oberführer, who now and then shared his
conquests wiith him. Shtetl now daydreamed about the lovely and
luscious Frau Greta Von Yurt.

” . . . and bring all of her belongings, personally, to my penthouse
quarters. Use the service entrance so as not to disturb us, er, me.
Understood, Shtetl?” It was. Holy shit, thought Shtetl, he’s got the
wench there with him now! I’ll bet she’s already naked. Oooh! Has he
put his big-headed cock into her mouth yet? Has he fucked her?

His eyes closed as he attempted to picture, once more, Frau Greta Von
Yurt in the buff. His cock stirred, pushing against its confining
fabric. Reflexively, he reached a hand down and squeezed the bump it
had created. He knew mastubation was in the wind for him this very
night. With Frau Greta Von Yurt supplying the lewd images.

” . . . disturbed for the rest of the evening, unless it’s news of an
allied surrender or of Eisenhower’s untimely death. Understood,
Shtetl?”

It was.

* * * * * *

WHEN SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp re-entered the living room, Greta could
see he had changed his clothing. He now wore light gray pants, a dark
gray smoking jacket and a pale yellow ascot at his throat. Embroidered
on the breast pocket were the familiar twin SS lightning bolts, again
in yellow. And, this time, he had his feet covered in shiny, black
leather slippers. The word dashing flit shamelessly across her mind,
making her flinch.

* * * * * *

AFTER DINNER, he took her into his bedroom. He ordered her to strip
once more as he proceeded to do the same. Before long, they were both
naked and standing no more than two feet apart. This time, she
noticed, he had a full erection, unlike before. It stood out beneath
his paunch, looking unfamiliar and familiar to her at the same time,
the large head wobbling in space as if seeking a landing spot.

The lighting in the bedroom came from one single lamp. This made her
feel much more comfortable than she had felt in the living room with
it’s harsh glaring lights seemingly everywhere. Strangely, this
thought made her blush. Girlishly, she hoped the low lighting hid this
fact from him. As if it could now matter in the least.

“Now, mein liebschen, come to me.” She obeyed and soon found herself
in his strong, hairy arms. His lips found hers and their tongues
dueled sloppily. His large hands roamed her body. She could feel his
large paunch pressing into her stomach as well as the head of his
monstrous penis. He kept kissing her lips. And kissing her lips.
Without let up. This went on for a very long time, the two of them
just standing there, a mere few feet from the large king-size bed.

Hans popped into her head. He had usually kissed her just a few times
before taking further action. At times, this remission on his part had
left her mildly frustrated. But while her loving Hans was nowhere near
the handsome, virile and dashing, faceless man of her idle girlish
fantasies, he loved her. That made up for it quite a lot.

It hadn’t really bothered her, not deep down, but now she fleetingly
wondered if that wasn’t because she never had anything to compare it
to. Feeling unfair to Hans, she pushed further thoughts of him out of
her mind. She needed all her wits to play-act.

SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp had left her lips and was now planting hot,
wet, sloppy kisses all over her body. Her neck was wet as well as her
breasts. Once again, she felt the familiar wetness make itself known
between her legs. His type of foreplay was getting to her, touching
something deep within her, making her tremble in want of him.

She had a choice. Fight the feelings that threatened to swamp her or
give in to them. Fighting could lead to his displeasure of her. Giving
in, she knew, would only lead to pleasure for them both. She decided
to surrender, to survive, to escape Anna’s fate.

Thus it was that she reacted very positively to all his actions. When
he kissed her now, she kissed back, with passion, with abandonment.
When he rubbed his hands over her, she allowed herself to moan and the
moaning itself had a strange, wonderful effect on her. It made her
feel less like a prisoner and more like his equal somehow. And less
guilty. Then she surprised even herself. She reached down and lovingly
squeezed his full-blown erection. She squeezed it again and slowly
stroked the shaft back and forth. I giving, she mused, my first
handjob to an SS-Oberführer!

SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp’s reaction to this suddenly brand new Greta
was immediate. His kisses took on a new fire, as if lit by a brand new
match. His gropings were more sensual, more human like now. And more
tender than before. He was on fire and he let himself burn. He
fingered her vagina tenderly, as a lover, a husband might do. He
revelled in her even as he devoured her flesh piece by piece, area by
area. “Liebschen, mein liebschen.” he breathed hotly into her ear.

And there was no mistaking her involvement in it all. He had made her
orgasm twice with his large fingers and she knew he knew it. She
hadn’t even tried to disguise the fact from him. She had given in to
her desires completely. His manipulations, his kisses, had made her
truly hot, on fire, burning alive, and now she needed him, wanted him
if truth be told, to douse the flames with his large, over-sized penis
head. The large, over-sized penis head she now cradled in her hand and
lovingly caressed.

“Otto, my Otto, if you don’t take me this very instant I shall die.”
He knew he had reached her, reached the very depths of her carnal
soul. She may have, as many others had done before, acted a part, but
he knew no one could act this well, not even Burnhardt. And he desired
her, too. Not just in the way he always wanted them, but in a
different way. A new way that was strange to him. He wanted her as any
husband would on his first honeymoon night. She was so lovely, he
thought, this Frau Greta Von Yurt. SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp felt like
one lucky man.

But, as much as he wanted to feel his large headed penis in her now
yielding body, he didn’t want to rush. To rush, he well knew, would
have him shooting his seed soon after penetration. No, he wouldn’t
rush. Why should he? They had, unknown to her, an eternity before
them. And, again unknown to her, her attempt at play-acting had
backfired, for SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp had no intention of ever
letting her rejoin her precious Hans. Not tomorrow, not next week, not
ever.

She was now, for all intents and purposes, the new wife of SS-
Oberführer Otto Stemp. His property and new toy. She just didn’t know
it yet. A small thought entered his mind. At some point in their
relationship, he would, as he had before, start to tire of her, no
matter how hot she seemed at any one given moment. He knew he would,
as he had so many times before, have the need to spice up their waning
marital bliss.

To this end, he knew he could count on his aide-de-camp, Colonel
Shtetl. As he had so many, many times before. He could trust Shtetl to
be discrete. Shtetl knew the penalty for displeasuring him. And Shtetl
had already, bless him, and on many an occasion, voiced a wanton
desire toward the lovely Frau Von Yurt. Oh, yes, Shtetl would be more
than eager to join him and Greta for a threesome in the king-size bed.
And Stemp would get more than excited watching Shtetl’s 9″ penis
enjoying Greta’s mouth, ass, and vagina. The SS-Oberführer now felt
the heat within him rise even higher. His erection was at full
blossom. And was now ready for Greta.

He picked her up bodily in his massive arms and deposited her on the
bed. Her legs were spread, her pussy lips in plain view as if inviting
him in, as if saying, I’m all yours, do what you will with me, but
kiss me first.

Although, as a general life-long rule, Stemp hated eating pussy, he
knew he wanted to taste Greta’s flowing juices. The idea pleased him,
spurred him onward. He knelt between her highs and lowered his large
head toward her unshaven bush.

As his lips touched her vaginal lips, he heard her moan. She then
grabbed his head in both hands and pushed it inward, toward her wet,
hot and mysterious cavern. He proceeded to lick her for all he was
worth, his fat tongue finding new things to do, new things to lick on.

As his large tongue penetrated to its full extent and moved upwards
and then down, Greta went wild. She gyrated her hips and squeezed his
head until it hurt him. He didn’t care. He was obsessed with the task
at hand. He rolled his tongue around and around, leaving no point on
the compass feeling neglected. Simultaneously, his tongue darted in
and out, shallow fucking her, with a distinctive pressure on his
topmost licking movements.

To Greta Von Yurt, his tongue and lips felt slightly sandpapery, but
with much less chafing. The friction his mouth was creating on the
clitoris was excruciatingly pleasurable. It was driving her wild and
unleashing one orgasm after another upon her.

This was nothing like Hans would, or could do. Unlike Hans, she felt
that Otto actually enjoyed eating her, relished doing it, in fact.
This idea added to her pleasure. Added to the intensity of her
orgasms, which now, were becoming unbearable. She had to have him
inside her. And not tomorrow, mind you, but now. She found herself
reaching for his large, muscular arms, urging his body upward and
toward her, pulling him on top of her.

“Fuck me, liebschen, fuck me now! I need to feel you inside of me!”

He knew she was his now. Fully his. “Liebschen,” he said. “Are you
telling me you want my hot, German cock in her Jew loving pussy?” He
couldn’t resist the Jewish reference. It pleased him.

“Yes, Otto, I want your magnificent German prick in my pussy.” She was
beyond hot now, she was aflame.

“Then, my dear, you must tell me you love me. Say it!” He waited, but
he didn’t have long to wait.

“Ich lieber dich, mein liebschen Otto.” She had said it, but he made
her repeat herself. “Ich lieber dich, mein liebschen Otto.” He was
satisfied.

As his large headed prick entered her pussy lips, he kissed her hotly
and passionately. She returned the kiss fully. Then he was deep inside
her, pushing forward, probing. The large cock head spreading her
insides in all directions. She had never felt anything like it.

His large cock head was hitting something deep inside of her, doing
strange and wonderful things to her. Oh, God, she thought, please
don’t let me enjoy this, please. And yet, at the same time, she wanted
to enjoy it, to let herself succumb to the strange and wonderful
feelings, feelings that even her beloved Hans hadn’t given her.

It was the first time in her life that she could actually feel the
flanged ridge of a man’s penis inside her vagina, where she could
differentiate between the head and the shaft. Otto’s cock head was
driving her absolutely and utterly crazy with its over-sized width and
pronounced ridge. Out of the blue, she felt herself orgasming. And
this orgasm was unlike any she had every felt in her entire life. It
was mind-bending.

The intensity of it overwhelmed her, taking her up to the ceiling in
her mind’s eye and then beyond, through the ceiling and into the sky,
and beyond, to the stars. It was incredible to her, so incredible that
she couldn’t feel her body, or his body, or even the bed immediately
beneath her body.

It was as if, all of a sudden, she and Otto were fucking in mid-air,
floating along like two fornicating feathers, who had successfully
escaped the confining pull of gravity. In mid-air, as it was, she
found herself wrapping her legs around his muscular back, forcing them
as high as they would go up on his muscular frame.

This had the startling effect of making her feel as if he had
impossibly found a way to elongate his cock and make its enormous head
reach to the deepest depths of her vagina. His cock head, she thought,
his wonderful, magnificent cock head. Otto’s cock head. My Otto’s cock
head. Oh, God, I will now want him all the time, poor Hans. Forgive
me, but I cannot help myself.

The image of his muscular back and girlish ass, the image that she had
witnessed earlier, flashed through her mind. Along with the words
handsome and dashing. Even his large paunch, so repulsive to her
earlier, now seemed wonderful and totally natural as it pressed
against her stomach. It seemed to enfold her as if to protect her from
the vagaries of the outside world.

She opened her eyes and was surprised to not see the stars in the
heaven. She heard him groan and increase his pumping tempo. He was
soon due, she knew, to deposit himself, his hot seed, deep within her.
She squeezed her legs around his back, urging him onward, her eager
hands caressing his handsome and dashing back.

A moment later, he came with a spasming of his large cock head. It
seemed to grow inside her, if that was even possible. Then she felt
it, the heat, the heat as hot as fire, burning her, scalding her, so
deep within her. Hans had never felt this way, as hot as this, not
even at his most ardent.

Otto’s sperm had to be hotter than normal, she reasoned. Then, she
felt a ball of fire inside her, right where she felt Otto’s enormous
cock head. He was puddling up, much as he had in her mouth. This drove
her to another orgasm, even more intense than all the others. She
closed her eyes and the stars reappeared. She heard herself yelling.
And him moaning. Then he was finished.

But, instead of simply rolling off of her and leaving her to her own
devices, he surprised her. He started showering her lips, her face,
her neck, her breasts, her belly with hot kisses. He even ran his hot
tongue one time up the crack of her vagina, causing her to shudder in
pleasure. Come what may, the man now with her, was no Hans. For which,
guiltily, Greta was glad.

And, she full well knew, this was but the first night of many nights
to come. Poor Hans, she thought, I’ve play-acted myself into a
quagmire. I hope our love is strong enough, my beloved Hans, to
withstand the new me. If, that is, the new me ever meets the old you
ever again. She had her doubts along those lines.

* * * * * *

THE DAYS turned into weeks, and the weeks, as they will do, turned
into months. Three and a half months to be precise.

During that long time, Otto had been voracious when it came to their
love making. Insatiable, even. Three or four times a day had become
their normal routine. Sometimes, five. And a few times, an incredible
six. And he had never tired of his shower of kisses during the
aftermath.

Once, in a private moment, Greta had compared her and Otto’s amazing
couplings, unfairly perhaps, to the love life she had shared with
Hans. After four and a half years of marriage, their couplings had
fallen from once or twice a day, to three or four times a week. Then
it went even farther down to a now and then, when it seemed Hans
merely needed her body and not her.

But that was then and this is now. And the now was Wednesday, Otto’s
favorite day for anal sex. He would be home around 3:00 p.m. and would
expect her to be ready, prepped as it were, with her anus well lubed
and ready for his use. Which, now, she was only too happy to oblige.
It hadn’t always been this way, her actually looking forward to anal
sex. Especially anal sex with a cock head the size of a tennis ball to
boot.

Oh, no, far from it. Hans knew her views on the matter. Although she
had never even tried anal, she instinctively feared it and she knew it
would hurt, in spite of what Hans would say. You don’t have to drink
gasoline to know it’s not good for you and that it will hurt you.

But Otto had changed her mind about the matter, on the day after their
first night together. With Otto, of course, there was no denying him,
no saying how much she thought it would hurt, no excuses. It was do it
to die. He had left that vivid impression on her even though he hadn’t
even made the simplest of threats. And strangely, he had been gentle
with her.

He had showed her a tube of a cream-like substance that he said would
kill all pain to her sphincter muscle. It had been used, quite
effectively he said, on volunteer Jewish prisoners and none had ever
complained, to his knowledge.

Thus, her rectum well lubed, he had penetrated her. And he had been
right, the pain was there, but it was minimal and bearable. No worse
than a vaccination shot. And lasting just as long. Pain one minute, no
pain the next.

And, as his large-headed cock had found her innermost anal depths, she
had felt pleasure. Great pleasure. A strange pleasure, one she had
never known existed. And yet the pleasure was familiar, similar to the
pleasure she experienced when she evacuated her bowels. Only, instead
of being as fleeting as a bowel movement usually was, the pleasure
caused by Otto’s being in her rectum stayed around for as long as he
did.

It also created a super wetness in her vagina and she had found
herself using the middle knuckle of her right hand to masturbate. When
the pleasure of the fullness in her rectum combined with her first
orgasm during anal, she thought she had lost her mind. It was
tremendously powerful. She found her anus muscles spasming,
convulsing, as if chewing on his penis and devouring the large-ridged
cock head.

When her first anal spasm had hit the two of them, with her chewing
rectum working its mouth-like magic on his cock, Otto had lost all
self control and ejaculated immediately within her. And, just as his
seed had felt in her vagina, it was hot, hot, hot. Boiling hot. The
man spewed fire balls from his balls. And, in her mind of minds, she
knew she loved feeling it, this spermy heat of his.

But that was then and this was Wednesday. She heard Otto’s key in the
door and, a few seconds later, heard him yell out, “Liebschen, go into
the bedroom, strip yourself naked, and lie on the bed. With both eyes
closed. I have a nice surprise for you.” A surprise. Flowers? A new
mink coat? She felt girlishly foolish as she proceeded to undress. And
girlishly anticipated his surprise.

Greta got on the bed and lay down on her back, pulling her legs up and
spreading them wide, as she knew Otto loved her to do. He loved seeing
her vagina exposed in this fashion. Already she could feel the heat
increase between her legs, even as the wetness started to make itself
known. She squeezed her breasts with both hands, manipulating each
nipple with small, circular motions. She was hot and she was ready.
Hot and ready for her Otto. Her Otto and his large-headed magnificent
monster. She had her eyes closed, as he had instructed, as she heard
him enter the room. From where she lay, she could feel and smell him
already.

“Open your eyes, my liebschen and see your gift.” She opened them and,
at first, didn’t comprehend it all. Otto was there all right, and
naked, but there were no flowers, no mink coat.

Standing next to Otto, and as naked as the day he was born, was
Colonel Stetl. His eyes looked demented and he seemed to be holding a
long truncheon in his hands. Greta screamed and jumped from the bed
trying valiantly to cover herself with the bed clothes. Otto barked at
her.

“PUT THAT DOWN IMMEDIATELY AND LOOK AT ME AND THE COLONEL!
NOW, GRETA, NOW!

She dropped the bedding and turned her head toward the two
totally naked men, feeling shame and humiliation overtake her. She now
saw that the truncheon wasn’t a truncheon at all. It was Colonel
Shtetl’s penis. It now pointed at her, long and fat and angry looking.
It was over a foot long and as thick around as Otto’s penis. It scared
her, especially knowing what her Otto and the evening now had in mind
for her. She must have been staring at Stetl’s monstrous thing, for
Otto said:

“Yes, liebschen, it is big, isn’t it? ISN’T IT?” Greta nodded.

While Shtetl fondled his humungous cock, SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp came
up to her and took her by both shoulders. He looked directly into her
eyes.

“Now, Greta, I don’t have to explain this to you, but I will. I want
to add some spice to our marriage. It’s getting stale I want . . . ”

“But, Otto, my liebschen, we . . . ”

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” She shut up and listened, not liking the idea of
what she knew he was going to say.

“Now, Greta, Colonel Shtetl here is my right arm. He is married to a
frowzy little dumpling with the body of a wrestler. As my loyal right
arm, I like to reward him from time to time. You, my dear, are this
week’s Shtetl reward.” She started to speak, but he raised a
forefinger to his lips, shushing her.

“You will, Greta, fuck Colonel Shtetl and suck on his baseball bat-
sized cock and you will do it with all the passion and ardor you so
generously shower on me. Do you comprehend?” Defeated, she nodded. She
heard Colonel Shtetl chuckle.

Then, SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp walked over and sat down in one of the
bedroom chairs. “Good, my liebschen. Now, let’s get, as those stupid
Yankee pigs like to say, the show on the road! Listen to me, Greta,
and listen carefully. I want you to pretend, in that so convincing
play-acting fashion of yours, that my Colonel is your husband. Or me,
take your pick.

“I want you to recall our first night together. How you first sucked
me off, swallowed my sperm, and then how we fucked afterward. Picture
it, Greta, get it all firmly in your mind. I have told the Colonel all
about it and I now want to reward him by letting him have a firsthand
experience of it all, down to the last juicy nuance. Nod if you
understand.” She nodded, a slave to whatever lay ahead.

“Splendid! Now Greta, Colonel, let the show begin.” He sat back in the
chair, fondling his penis and testicles. A lewd look was on face,
coupled with a weird and very scarred smile. He was enjoying her
plight.

Greta looked at her slave master, the Oberführer Stemp. “Is it all
right, Otto, if I take a moment to remember our first night?” He
nodded.

She stood there naked in front of two naked men, one she hardly knew
at all and one she would just die just to fuck. One man stood less
than six feet from her and played with his cock. The other sat less
than six feet from her and played with his cock. She had never felt
more naked, more exposed, more vulnerable. Anna suddenly popped into
her mind. Don’t end up like Anna, she thought.

She tried as best she could to remember their first night together.
The sperm-swallowing blowjob, the fucking on the very bed in this
room. Her mind raced to recover memory. My God, she thought, I’ve got
to kiss this almost stranger, to be passionate with him, to suck and
fuck him, and do it before Otto, my lover, and now my audience. And I
have to be totally convincing. She thought of Anna again and of the
160 barrack’s boys.

Otto was tapping his foot, signalling his impatience with her. She
looked at him, a red hot flush coursing through her entire body. Play-
act flashed through her mind. Play-act and make it good. Play the
wanton slut Otto so wants me to be. Play the whore, the cunt bitch in
heat.

Yes, she knew she could do it. All she had to do was let nature take
over her mind, her body. Let her own desires come to the fore and fuck
and suck the Colonel as he had never been sucked and fucked before.
She looked at his big erection and licked her lips, over and over,
seductively and slowly, making sure the two men noticed that she was
ready to perform.

And perform she would. Even more than they had bargained for. With
this thought in her mind, she started to finger her vagina and, at the
same time, squeeze a breast, toying with the nipple. All the while
still rolling her tongue around her mouth. She heard the Colonel moan,
then speak.

“Gott in Himmel, mein Oberführer, she is even more beautiful than even
the wildest of my imaginings have ever been. Thank you, mein
Oberführer, thank you, thank you. I am forever in your debt.” Stemp
nodded twice.

Greta now walked up to the Colonel and put both arms around his neck,
feeling the baseball bat cock touch and poke her belly. The man looked
dazed and unsure of himself. Greta would have to take the lead.

She kissed him, full on the lips, her tongue seeking his. The Colonel
sighed into her mouth even as he returned the kiss. And she didn’t
just kiss him, she devoured his mouth, passionately and with all the
ardor a human can muster up. All the while, she ground her stomach and
her groin into his hard penis.

SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp urged her on. “Good, my liebschen, very good.
Wonderful, in fact.” He seemed to be breathing laboriously.

Greta kissed Shtetl for what seemed a long time. Perhaps she was now
reliving that fateful night, perhaps not. Perhaps she was play-acting,
perhaps not. She was, to her way of thinking, somewhere in between it
all.

Finally, she broke the kiss and knelt before the man, his large member
bumping her cheek. God, she thought, he is big! Will I be able to
swallow him as I did Otto? Swallow was the key word, she remembered.

But now, determined to play the whore and put on a good show, she
added a wrinkle to the act. If Otto, she thought, wants a show, I’ll
give him one he’ll never forget! With that she pushed her head into
Shtetl’s groin area and proceeded to suck on his hairy, large-sized
testicles. Shtetl immediately moaned and his legs started to shake.
She heard Otto gasp. Then he spoke, a hoarseness to his voice Greta
had never heard before.

“Ach du leiber, Greta, you are full of tricks now, aren’t you?” She
nodded her head, one of Shtetl’s balls fully in her mouth, and
mumbled, “Hmm hmm.” Shtetl moaned again and his legs continued to
shake even though he now had both hands on her head as if to steady
himself.

Greta worked his balls until both were sloppy wet. As she laved them
she placed both hands on his ass cheeks and drew him toward her. She
knew Otto would like that.

She then used both lips and mouth to wet up his large cock shaft. She
went down one side and up the other, leaving a trail of saliva to mark
her travellings. When Shtetl moaned once more, it seemed to act as a
trigger on Greta’s vagina. The wetness was now beginning there as she
gave herself up to the lewd act. She now moaned as she continued to
lave his shaft and cock head all around.

As she now held his stiffened penis in her hand, she noticed that it
had a slight upward tilt to it. For whatever reason, this had an
electrifying effect on her. It was the first penis she had ever seen
bent that way. As she touched it now, she felt her vagina moisten up.

Finally, and Shtetl seemed glad of it, she took his penis head into
her hot mouth. The head was huge, though not any wider than Otto’s,
but it was longer and went farther down his shaft. Feeling it in her
mouth now, Greta estimated it to be at least half and inch longer than
Otto’s. But the flange, unlike Otto’s, more closely hugged its shaft.
She proceeded to go up and down on the massive piece of meat.
Throating it fully was next on the agenda.

Swallow the meat flashed through her mind and swallow the meat she
did. And, just as with Otto that first time, the cock disappeared down
her throat without bothering her reflex gag in the least. When her
lips finally touched the Colonel’s pubic base and her nose bumped his
lower abdomen, he let out a yowl. “Oooooooooooh, mein Gott, I can’t
believe it!”

She worked his cock as she had Otto’s that first night, but twice as
passionatelly. The effect on the Colonel was amazing. He kept yelling
and moaning, moaning and yelling. Then, at some point, he grabbed her
head fast and started to mouth fuck, slowly and sensually, in and out.

She knew he was getting close. She also knew her thumb, which now
touched the bottom of his cock base, would warn her when the sperm
started its trip to her mouth. She worked him a while more, and then
she felt it, the first ripple under her thumb. She was all the way
down on him at the moment.

She knew she could stay where she was and just let his sperm enter her
belly, untasted by her, but she sensed this wouldn’t go over too well
with Otto. Thus, she scooted her mouth up to the middle of his cock
head and sucked away at it, her tongue pressing firmly against the
underside. A second later, she felt the first of his acidic and salty
ejaculate.

Unlike Otto, but similar to her Hans, the Colonel was a spurter. The
first spurt hit the back of her throat and she felt some of it makes
its way downward toward her belly. More such spurts soon followed, the
cock head swelling up just before each one. Why, she didn’t know, but
she used her thumb to count the spurts. Nine in all and all very
copious in volume.

She swallowed them all, all nine spurts, without even spilling one
small drop. She knew she was getting good at this part of the game.
After swallowing the last violent spurt, she worked her mouth vacuum-
like on the large cock head, milking it for every last possible drop.
Shtetl was gently massaging the back of her neck, still groaning. What
Otto was doing, besides looking, she didn’t know, and, if truth be
told, she didn’t care, either.

She stood up and continued the show. She put her arms again around the
Colonel’s neck and kissed him again. And thought some.

She knew that she had just given the Colonel the best blowjob he’d
ever had and had pleased him in a way no woman ever had. She hoped she
had pleased Otto, too. And, in doing to Shtetl what she had just done
and knowing she had an audience, she had enjoyed it herself. Her very
wet pussy told her that much. Now she was hot, too. And wanted Shtetl
to fuck her. In her pussy, in her ass, anyway he wanted to. Nature was
in command of her.

A perverse thought flashed through her hot mind as she felt Shtetl’s
hot tongue working against her own. Fucking both men at the same time.
Fucking one while sucking off the other. Oh, yes, that would be
especially vunderbar, to feel Otto’s oversized head in her hot,
sucking mouth while, simultaneously, feeling the hugeness of the
Colonel’s baseball bat deep within her vagina.

Oh, yes, and to feel them both spurt in unison, Otto in her mouth, the
Colonel in her pussy. The thought of it, the imaginings of it, the
heat of the idea was making her lose reality.

She now kissed Shtetl for real, way beyond the play-act stage. A slut,
she knew, had been born. A slut her beloved Hans, wherever he was,
wouldn’t know, recognize, or even like any more. Her Hans, she knew,
was lost to her forever, one way or the other, gone, poof, no more.

Whatever they had, and however good it had seemed, was now only a dim
memory of a life she cared less and less about with each passing hour.
Otto spoke from his chair. She broke the kiss and looked in his
direction. Otto’s sperm was all over the carpet in front of his feet,
the many white globules puddling up on the dark blue nap’s surface.

Otto’s face looked red. “That was absolutely amazing, my dear Greta.
You’ve outdone yourself and made me very happy in the bargain. Now,
what say we have something to eat and drink, you two hot lovers, and
later we can resume our little game.” They both said yes in unison.

* * * * * *

GRETA had her wish fulfilled that night. They both fucked her at the
same time and both came, almost together, the SS-Oberführer beating
the Colonel to the punch by mere seconds.

Greta had come so many times it was impossible to keep track of. And
the Colonel had proved a good lover, a good fuck a man who knew how to
use his large specimen to the woman’s advantage. He was slower in his
love making than Otto, slower even than Hans. This man took his time,
the world be damned. Oh, yes, she had enjoy Colonel Shtetl.

Prior to this, there had been only one event that had made her feel
quite ill. Wretchedly ill, as a matter of fact.

The men had consumed more than a few beers with dinner and when they
were all three in the bedroom, again naked, Otto had announced he was
going to introduce a new game into the equation. He ordered Greta to
get on her knees in front of them both. She complied, not knowing what
to expect.

“Now, Greta, you are going to get a new treat. I have to piss, as I’m
sure the Colonel does. Your mouth, my sweet, is going to serve as our
human urinal!” He laughed. Shtetl did, too. Greta felt immediately
sick. She wanted to protest, to say something, but nothing came out of
her mouth.

Otto swayed a bit and said, “Open wide, liebschen, and take some sweet
pissy piss!” He sounded slightly drunk. Shtetl said, “Ooh, I have to
go real bad! May I go first, mein Commandant?” Otto waved a hand at
Greta as if saying, be my guest, old chum.

Shtetl took a step toward Greta and offered his totally flaccid penis
to her face. Knowing she was trapped, she leaned in and took his soft
penis into her mouth. And merely waited. Then Otto said, “And DON’T
SPILL A DROP, GRETA! SWALLOW, SWALLOW, SWALLOW,
IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOUR LITTLE PISS MOUTH!

A moment later, Shtetl let loose. In a deluge. His urine flooded her
mouth so quickly, she almost failed to swallow. But she caught it just
in time. She swallowed again and the scenario repeated itself. Then
again and again. And some more. He was pissing like a race horse.
Greta felt as if she had swallowed at least a large glassful. Finally,
he stopped and just let his dick s