Chapter 9
When Yvette sensed they were almost out of the mountains, a resolve that had been just a glimmer in the back of her mind took more solid form. She couldn't dislodge the horror of seeing the cruel destruction of Carmalle-and her hatred and distrust of the ruthless Deiter Schmidt was more intense than ever.
What would keep him from sacrificing any or all of them to serve his flight to freedom? They must escape. Faubine was the most willing of the two-her fear of being fucked and torn in her dainty pussy was her biggest motivation. Yes, Marie would go, too.
They decided they would slip away on the dark, moonless night the Basque led them into a crumbling deserted shack on the south slope of the mountains. But it became clear, even before the meager meal was over that Faubine was the object of debauchery before they had finished eating.
The hideous old Basque couldn't keep his lewd eyes from ogling the golden-haired young woman with the very prominent breasts. It seemed his glazed, piercing eyes were capable of unbuttoning her shirt and actually caressing her proud titties.
Faubine shrank back into the shadows, but his obscene gaze was on her, obsessed with her jutting melons. Yvette noticed that the German who had hardly spoken to anyone during their hazardous trek was keenly aware of their guide's intentions.
But he said nothing, made no move. Once, however, Yvette saw him covertly examining the pistol, wiping it on the sleeve of his ragged coat.
Well, Yvette thought, Faubine would just have to accommodate the lecherous beast and sap his energy. Yes, it would be good if the old man and Schmidt were sleeping deeply when the girls decided to slip away.
But the Nazi seemed ever-watchful, sleeping so lightly he even heard the coming of the mountain rains or leaves rustling. Yes, he would have to be sleeping deeply, too.
And what better way to assure this?
Without a word to anyone, she crawled toward the German who tensed quickly, then relaxed. Sitting beside him, Yvette tossed the long blonde tresses of her hair over her shoulders, unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged out of it.
"And, yes, us?" she smiled provocatively, taking off her boots and pants without standing. "It has been a long time since you have given me a wonderful fucking," she purred, arching her back to lift her jutting boobies that gleamed golden in the winking light of the small fire.
Schmidt's pale eyes narrowed suspiciously, then his features relaxed and a thin smile touched his lips as Yvette pressed a firm, warm tittie against his shoulder. "Yes, why don't we? I think my pussy could use some nice fucking with your beautiful German cock."
A tremor ran through him as he leaned back. Yvette groped for his crotch, found the buttons of his fly and freed them. Her slender, white hand fumbled into his clothing. She swallowed hard and trembled as her fingers curled around his already responding meat.
"Uuuummmmm, yessssss," her voice came in a soft hiss of pleasure as she lifted his cock into the open. Schmidt's left hand freed his belt and the waistband button. He spread the fly open and leaned back on stiff arms so she could get to him with both hands.
Yvette shuffled closer, maneuvered a little toward his front so she could get both hands on him, could jack him off effectively. She smiled at him triumphantly when he groaned softly, his husky, white meat quivering in her fists, his middle undulating in anticipation of fucking the pretty, curvy little blonde.
"I will make it good for you, Deiter," she murmured in a crooning, purring tone. "I will make love to your beautiful cock-you will see."
She moved over him, held his cock near the base, slowly lowered her face and blew her hot breath in little huff-puffs on the thickening glans. He winced and moaned when she teased the flange with a thumbnail.
"Aaaaahhhhh, seeeeeeee! You like the way Yvette plays with your peter, loves it with her hands. Nowwwww, this.. . . " she purred, dabbling the tip of her tongue at the little slit in the very tip of his stiffening, expanding cock. She looped her tongue around the head, rasped it tantalizingly. And Schmidt groaned, his ass hunching as she teased him.
"Errrrgggghhhhh," he groaned soulfully as she sucked in the head of his cock, swished spit over it and sucked very hard. A tremor lanced downward into the root of his meaty stem and his prick surged forward into her gulping mouth.
"You like for me to fuck you with my mouth, don't you?" she goaded him, sucking her cheeks in against the cock head as she opened her throat and swallowed him down.
"I like giving you a blow-job," she panted around the mouthful of burgeoning prick." Yessssss, and I love the taste of your raw, cunt-fucking cock-meat."
Continuing to fuck him with her mouth, head bobbing over his rigid cock, she used both hands to push at his clothing. He was careful not to disturb her mouth action on his prick and got his pants off over his boots.
"Yahhhhhh, suck it good, you pretty little French slut," the German muttered. "You French are good for something-sucking German cocks and fucking your cunts on them."
Yvette heard a brief struggle and Faubine's whimpered protest behind her, but ignored it as she concentrated in going all the way down on the German's fragrant, musky prick, deliberately working her swallow muscles on the pulsing head. Her hands continued flagellating him, jacking him off at the base each time she lifted her face so she could suck the growing cock-bulb.
She had the German really whining now, writhing with the pleasure-pain her tongue was inflicting behind the glans, on the fat, rubbery ridge of the cock-head. And her own sex-juices were beginning to steam.
Well, if she was going to manufacture a ruse, what was the use of not enjoying it herself? Hadn't she had her peaks of sexual delights since the Germans took the village? God, her pussy was beginning to throb enchantingly, silently begging for fulfillment, filling with this really delectable prick.
"Aaaaarrrruuuuummmmm," she murmured, savoring the fat bulb of fuck-pleasure.
Yvette scrambled closer to him, rose on her legs, still keeping the head of his prick tucked into a cheek. She swiveled her body, swung a leg over Schmidt's head. She bent far forward so she could see back between her spread thighs at Schmidt's taut face.
Carefully, she waggled her bare butt and pushed her exposed snatch toward his face. She knew he was ripe for anything. She pushed her snatch to him, right against his chin. For a moment, she thought he was going to raise a hand and whip her tender buttocks.
But he nodded his head, set his forehead against the deep crack of her ass and his tongue flicked out to touch the sagging pouch of her pussy.
"Ooooohhhh, yesssss," Yvette's voice hissed around the prick in her mouth as she snuggled her ass to him, spread her thighs farther apart and felt his tongue dip into her aching, wet fuck-slot.
Across the way, Faubine cried out, complaining. Yvette clung to the German's rigid cock, took her mouth off the plump plum for a second. "Shut up, Faubine, and fuck him good!" And she resumed giving the moaning, cunt-eating German a blow-job.
Yvette sensed Schmidt sagging away from her, his tongue slipping out of the velvety lining of her pussy pouch. Not wanting to lose out on having her snatch sucked and tongued out, she let her knees start going slack, her pussy following that mouth back onto the dirt floor until she was sitting on his face.
"Aaaaahhhhhuuuummmmm," she purred contentedly, going all the way down on his prick, until the thick wool foresting his groin tickled her chin and throat. She caressed the root of his trembling cock and handled his heavy ball-yolks in the thick skin of his bag.
While she gobbled on his thick prick, the head tickling her tonsil region, Schmidt suckled noisily in her pussy, snuffling loudly. Yvette stretched her legs luxuriously beyond Schmidt's head, savoring the enthralling ecstasy of having her cunt swabbed and teased by his long German tongue.
"Uuuuummmm-hhhhmmmmm," she purred, writhing atop him, gorging herself on his prick, massaging his crawly balls as she careened toward a tempestuous orgasm. When it came, so deep up in her cringing pussy, it was almost unbearable. She had to restrain herself from biting into his massive meat as if it were a juicy sausage.
Her sexual juices flowed gently, seeping from her fuck-mouth and Schmidt slurped up her sweet honey, dipping and scooping his tongue into her delectable fruit box, devouring her cunt.
"Ooooohhh, suck me out," she crooned.
Vividly in Yvette's mind, as her pussy spasmed so delectably, was the memory of little Marie raising and lowering her body on the old Basque's cock as she fucked him into a whimpering, helpless mass. It had looked so tantalizing, watching Marie take that huge cock up into her pussy as she top-fucked him.
She vowed, as soon as the German finished pussy eating her and she recovered from her tempestuous orgasm, she would get on Schmidt and top-ride him. Secretly, she had always enjoyed fucking him that way; she had found she could set her own pace; she could fuck fast for awhile, then fuck slowly.
The little blonde, consumed with passion, squirmed her body atop the German, rubbing her hot, tingling titties against his belly as she sucked ravenously, mouth-fucking him crazily. Ooooh, when her climax ebbed, she would try to get on top of him and have herself a good fucking on his beautiful prick!
Finally, the deep, sensual cramps and crimpings evaporated from her belly and strength flowed back into her limbs. She held onto the German's balls with both hands and kept the head of his cock firmly in her mouth. She reluctantly lifted her oozing twat from his yawning mouth and crept forward until she could rub her very feverish gash on his bare belly.
She appreciated his hands rubbing the cheeks of her ass as she let his cock slip in a soft, plop uncorking from her lips. Yvette straightened, looked back over her bare shoulder at the pale, upraised face of the German. "You hold your nice cock up in the air-and I'll sit down on it with my hot little pussy."
She moved forward on her knees, placed her ass over his sex zone. "Ready?" She felt the brush of the head of his hot prick through the itching anal crack, then nudge the triangular pouch of her pussy trough. Clumsily, she gained her feet, kept her ass low, cunt in contact with his prick.
Yvette bent down and pushed her knees wide. She ran the fingers of both hands into her rich, ripe, red furrow, spread the lips open. "I'm ready for it," she whispered, gently bending her knees, shuddering violently when the wedge-shaped head of his cock dug into her seething gash.
Quickly, she moved her ass back and forth, as if fucking an invisible prick, until she had the head aimed at her quivering hole. "Now?" she whispered again. When he grunted, Yvette pressed the thick, blood-bloated outer lips of her hair-fringed cunt around the vibrant cock-head and lowered her ass.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeee-aaaaAAAAHHHHHH," she moaned in sexual satisfaction as the head of his prick slipped snugly into the entry of her vagina as it had done a thousand times in the past. Yet, this time, as sometimes in the past, it seemed a new experience to be savored and revered.
"Don't up-fuck, Deiter," she admonished with a panting voice as her eyes squinted and she concentrated on all the extreme pleasure of his cock lancing upward into her famished snatch. "I will take it up in me. You just lie still and let me fuck my cunt down on your fabulous cock."
So exquisite was her pleasure, her legs nearly gave way and she almost collapsed on his prick as Marie had done on the big Basque's tremendous tree stump.
But Yvette steadied herself, holding his cock in her cunt mouth. "Thank you," she murmured as his hands went to her well-rounded ass loaves to help her remain upright. She did, truly, love the feel of his hands on her ass, as well as her titties and her body skin.
With a sigh, she let her knees fold slowly and her hot pussy began shinnying down his long pole of delectable flesh. "OooooOOOOooooo," she wailed, gnashing her teeth against the super-sweet agony of the beginnings of a hot and wild sexing. "Ooooooh, we are gonna fuck; how we are gonna fuck," she whined, easing up and bringing her pussy down a little harder on his great white cock.
Yvette giggled like an excited young girl as he began playing with her ass cheeks with one hand while the fingers of the other began tickling in her crack, tracing it from where his cock was imbedded in her cunt to the crown and flare of her enticing rear end.
"You do it so good, make me so hot for cock and fucking," she praised, meaning it, swooshing her clutching pussy down on his prick until he had to move his hand and let her bounce her round, rubbery butt against his belly.
"Reach under my arms and play with my titties, Deiter," she whimpered, tone of a groveling little girl again. "I love having my boobies rubbed and squeezed while your cock is fucking my cunny."
For the first time he laughed softly, obviously pleased at her saucy, naughty talk. She clutched her upper arms against his forearms and began pumping her body up and down on his cock as he gently mauled her proud, sloping tits and tweaked the nipples into slick-skinned little dark berries.
"Why didn't you jizz-cum me while I was going down on you and sucking your cock?" she pouted, a singing beginning in her ears as his spearing prick again began producing nuances of joy.
"Wellll, you're going to come off in my pussy pretty soon," Yvette said positively, feeling she might blast her fuck-gun before he reached the point of ejaculation. "But why didn't you shoot off in my mouth?"
He groaned softly, his fingers clutching painfully into her rubbery globes. "I-was-saving-it to jizz your wonderful little pussy," he muttered raggedly. His ass began to buck under her, driving his cock up as she brought her ass down with a loud smack against his heaving, hard, flat belly.
Yvette laughed triumphantly, feeling the twitching begin through the shaft of his fuck-wet cock. "Pretty soon, I think my pussy will beat the snot out of your cock."
"No doubt," Schmidt admitted, fucking his long rod into her surging cunt as fast as she could make her cute little ass fly.
The little blonde, flushed with pleasure and passion, paused a moment, sitting on his middle and rolling and rotating her hot snatch on his deeply buried prick. MI bet I could make your cock squirt, just by doing this," she boasted. And, me, too, she scowled as a thunder began deep in her fuck-cavern. My pussy may go BOOM-de-BOOM first.
And she began fucking again, lifting her pussy up slowly, bringing it down an inch at a time, pausing ever so often until the cheeks of her ass were mashed against his belly. Then, she repeated it.
With a shrill giggle, she began fucking as fast as she could. When he put a hand over the wide, flat valley between her ass hillocks, she hesitated up high, just the knob of his cock in her. Her eyes widened. "Okay, go ahead, finger-fuck me in the asshole, if you want to." She winced as he sopped his big finger in the hot, sticky juice that had escaped from her pussy, around his buried fuck-wand, and stabbed it, like a burning stick into her rectum. The breath gushed from her as she nearly went off in both holes and began fucking him again, leaning forward slightly, wanting him to put more pressure on her tits.
He seized them roughly and tugged her back to a vertical position in her wild fuck-gyrations. "Youuuuu bet," she purred, "we know how to fuck and play with each other." She thrust her hands between his sprawled thighs and picked his balls out of the dust, brushed them off and began massaging them teasingly with her fingertips.
"We can fuck for hours," she started to say when he suddenly began throwing the cock up into her bounding, bouncing cunt, his prick firing jizz wildly into her spasming, cumming, blasting, orgasming well.
And Yvette brought her pussy down as quickly as her ebbing strength would allow and she crushed her neat little ass against his belly and hand as they spilled out their passions.