Chapter 12
A subdued, and apparently conscience-stricken Schmidt, led the three women southward. After crossing the Ebro River, they avoided Saragosa, then Madrid, then Alcazar. At last, they emerged on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea west of Malaga.
Although Schmidt said nothing, they sensed that he was intent on making his way to North Africa.
That night, as they boarded a powered fishing boat manned by two tall, slender young men, the three women knew what Schmidt expected, demanded of them.
As the lights of the European coast paled behind them, Yvette reflected that it wouldn't be at all distasteful as she felt the youthful eyes on her and returned the timid smiles of handsome faces and even, gleaming white teeth. They seem such babies, she mused, amused.
She knew that Schimdt wanted the helm, to swing the boat away from Morocco east to a landing between Oran and Algiers on the Algerian coast. Huddling with Marie and Faubine, she whispered, nodding covertly to the young man who remained aft with them, "You-him. I will go up to the other one. We have to do it-and I think I shall enjoy my game."
Without looking at Schmidt who sat aloof and alone, she made her way up a ladder to the small bridge area. She paused long enough to loosen three buttons of her shirt so her chest and the slope of her bare breasts were washed by the golden glow of the Mediterranean moon.
The young man smiled with pleasure as she moved in against him, pressing her left tittie against his right arm as she encircled his narrow waist with her left arm. "Beautiful at night," she purred. "I have never seen the Mediterranean before." She squirmed slightly, shivering against him although the night air was warm and tranquil and faintly perfumed by the sea.
His French was fumbling, yet sincere and Yvette laughed, a mature musical tone. Her right hand rubbed over his bony chest. He gulped and tensed as her hand swept slowly down, over his old belt, and rested for several minutes on his belly, just above his bulging groin bone.
"You like?" she cooed, saying the words slowly so he would understand, or at least grasp her meaning.
Swallowing hard again, he nodded his head vigorously.
Yvette laughed with soft, true excitement and boldly moved her hand to his groin, using her fingertips to massage and tease, feeling the crinkle of the mesh of pubic growth through his pants.
"I like, toooooo," she whispered, trembling with excitement, a wetness already sticky and warm in the puckered pouch of her pussy. "I really like" she said again, her hand inching down to his crotch, feeling the heat and pulsing in his pants.
She let her hand flutter over his front, feeling the fattening welt down the left pants leg. She stifled a triumphant laugh, feeling his peter rising out against the retraining pants leg.
"You like it, eeeeeeehhhhh," she drawled, laughter filling her voice. "That's good; really good," she murmured. "You mind?" And she pressed the flat of her palm against his rising, stiffening peter, rubbing it in a rotating motion. His breath whooshed in excitement as she deftly unbuttoned his fly and spread it open without touching his skin, but feeling the fluff of his cock brush.
"Okayyyyyyy, Eeeeeeeeehhhhhh?" she purred, looking up into his dark, tense face as he stared beyond the prow of the small boat. "Verrrrrrryyyyyy, goooooooo-ood," Yvette crooned, reaching brazenly into his pants and prying out his dark-skinned, lengthening cock. "Verrrrrry, verrrrrrryyyyyy, niiiiiiiiccccceeeee," she hissed, her fingers molding around his rising stem of male flesh.
He groaned and she fretted she might make him go off before she was ready as she teasingly jacked him off. "Don't be foolish and go bang-boom with your beautiful cock before we have a chance to enjoy it," she cautioned. "I have a nice, hot, tight pussy for your gorgeous prick, too. Eeeeeeehhhhhh?"
The young man nodded dumbly, pleased at his good fortune. Her hands were driving him crazy. His ass squirmed as she rubbed the trembling, taut cheeks of his ass. "You fucked many girls, Eeeeeehhhhh? I hope you have had your cock in lots of hot cunts, 'cause I want to show you what a real fucking is. I will fuck your cock 'til it melts off, Eeeeeeehhhhhh?"
Yvette put her left hand in his right front pocket, her right hand flogging his rigid prick, and turned him toward her slightly. "You stand like that and let Yvette make love to your handsome horse-piece."
She removed her shirt and rubbed her tits across his tensed right bicep. "like to play with Yvette's boobies? Welllll, maybe later. I don't think you can right now. You see, I have a hunger for your cock; I want to taste it, have it in my lips and my mouth."
Before she knelt before him, she shoved her trousers to her ankles so he could look down on her slender nakedness that was bathed in the brilliant moonglow.
As her passions blossomed, Yvette reflected that she had not lied; she was hungry for his handsome young cock. She flogged his sexy meat briskly, working a droplet of clear stickiness from the tiny slit. Without hesitation, she quickly enveloped the entire pointed glans with her lips, sucking them tightly behind the enticing coronal ridge.
"Aaaaaahhhhhmmmmmmm," she cooed, looking up at his askance face as she sucked ravenously, lacing her tongue up and down the underside of his flavorful meat. I love the taste of his sweet-salty cock, she mused, tenderly cradling his hard, young balls in both small hands.
For a minute, feeling a churning in his cock that matched that in her coiling pussy, she nibbled on him, behind the head-flange to forestall his potent ejaculation. She wanted him to hold back his cum until she had a chance to sate her lascivious hungers, have a chance to suck him for a long time, then take his jizz in her mouth. She was confident she could keep his cock hard and rampant-ready for a cocking in her cunny. But she wanted to savor his lusty young fuck-meat for awhile.
She blew her breath into the tiny slit in the tip of his prick and felt him wince with pleasure. She breathed her inner cheeks in and out against his succulent cock-head and giggled silently when she made him whimper and fuck his hips, trying to piston his prick farther into her talented mouth. lean make his prick fireitsjizz whenever I want, she acknowledged, at last beginning to bob her face on his tasty hunk. She liked to use the tip of her tongue to prod at the roll of thick foreskin caught behind the ridge of the dark head of his vibrant cock.
As she worked on his cock, he twisted his front so she could get at him more easily. Still holding his balls in one hand, she loosened his belt and clawed his pants down around his ankles. Instead of returning the hand to his sac of delectable nuts, she slid it around to play with his bottom, tease her fingers into the tight, deep crease of his ass.
He sighed and moaned as she found his anus and prodded a finger against it. At first, he tensed it so that it was inviolable. But in a minute, he shuddered and a relaxation shivered through him. Quickly, sucking hard on the head of his cock to distract him, she wormed a finger into his oven-hot butt hole and squiggled it around as she finger-fucked him tantalizingly.
"Uuuuuummmm-yuuuummmmmmmmy-yummmmm," she purred, sucking contentedly and devouring about six inches of his sweet fuck-meat into her coiling gullet.
She thought he was going to topple over as she worked on him, sucking his cock and mouth-fucking it, milking his tender balls and finger-fucking his ass. But he clung to the wheel and maintained his footing on the meticulously polished deck.
Yvette knew he was rapidly careening toward orgasm-wasn't her pussy bang-banging gently in vicarious climax-by the way he was hunching his hips, helping her fuck his cock down her throat.
With just the very tip of his cock-head in her lips and teeth, she mumbled, "Come on, and cum," she encouraged, waiting for a torrid gush of his jizz. "Shoot off your cock in my mouth and let me gobble it," she muttered, hot with wanton lust.
With a muffled "Eeeeeeekkkkkkkkk" he began blasting away. Yvette buried her finger all the way into his clutching butt hole and milked his balls frantically as the thick, creamy cum spewed in a strong stream from the slit in the tip of his cock that she had just barely in her puckered lips and teeth. The strong stream spattered against the arch into her throat and splattered back all over her mouth and tongue that she waggled and snaked along the sensitive underside of his cock.
As his flood of love-juice began to diminish, Schmidt hove into view. Yvette sensed him watching for a minute before he gently disengaged the young man's hands from the helm and eased him to the deck on his back.
Yvette scurried to keep his prick socked away in her mouth as he went down. She was on him like a cat, sucking his prick all the way down her throat as she fumbled to get off her pants. As soon as she was naked and her legs unencumbered, she dropped his cock from her mouth and scrambled atop him. Quickly, she lifted his prick, looked, adjusted her ass and squatted, taking all of his prick up into her convulsing cavern in one stroke, fucking away immediately in long body-lunges.
"Eeeeeeeeiiiii--aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," Yvette whimpered as lust-convulsions ravaged her cunt and womb and tummy and hot, tumescent tits. In a frenzy of passion, she reached for his hands and planted them firmly on her sloping, jutting boobies, even showing him how to use his tumbs and index fingers to tweak her click, dark, turgid nipples.
"Plaaaaaaayyyy with my tits while I fuck your lovely cock-and you fuck back with your nice ass and let's really have a cum and fuck all night," she breathed, skin of her face tight, unsmiling as she reeled quickly into a tempestuous orgasm.
His hands on her breasts quickly grew confident and he evoked dazzling electrical sparks that flashed downward to clash with sharp joltings of lightning bolts emanating in all directions from her gored pussy.
Yvette heard Schmidt shuffling about and looked back over her shoulder at his pale, drawn face as he peered down at their romping, naked bodies. His face was in shadow and she couldn't see his eyes, but she sensed a yearning in him-and wondered if he wished he was fucking her instead of the young Spaniard.
Enchanting tremors of passion were now inundating her entire sex zone, the walls of her pussy breathing and chomping on the head and shaft of the cock her cunt was devouring with each up and down shuffle of her bare body.
"Ooooohhhh, God, I love it," she panted, watching the two brown hands mauling her titties. "God, how I love a nice, slick prick punching my pussy." Yvette threw her head back, tossing her sleek, blonde, shimmering hair as she lifted her ass high until only the head of his cock was caught in her fluttering tight cunt, then brought it down abruptly, the flattened, smooth cheeks of her ass smacking his trembling, hairless thighs.
"I could fuck you all night," she whimpered as a new orgiastic storm began to rage deep in her gripping snatch. "Can't you up-fuck your cock faster and really drive it up into my pussy?" she wheedled.
"If you make me cum really hard with my pussy on your fabulous prick, I promise to go down on you some more and suck your beautiful cock 'til I get your jizz in my mouth again," she vowed.
The groveling man under her nodded, braced his heels and began bucking at the middle, threatening to toss the naked little beauty over his dark, curly-haired head.
But Yvette clung to his wrists and fought her pussy down on his lunging cock in a fury of climaxing. Although her cunt was corked as snugly as a bottle of wine, she wished, carnally, she could get his hot, hard young nuts crammed into her hot little fuck-hole.
As her orgasm ebbed, she was conscious of the sensation of the thick fold of foreskin behind the corona of his glans. That heavy roll of flesh made the head of his cock twice as effective in arousing her passion as it glided smoothly, snugly along her narrow sex-channel.
Her breath was coming in rapid pantings as she tossed her ass wildly on his spearing prick and contemplated reaching behind and under her flying butt, seizing his cock, lifting high and bring her itching, burning asshole down it and having herself a nice, thorough cornholing orgasm.
Partly from exertion, partly from her rampant passion, Yvette began gasping for breath as she emitted shrill little mewling sounds as she desperately flung her cunt up and down on the hard, throbbing cock.
"Cum," she whispered prayerfully, contracting her fuck-muscles delectably around the hot, slick stick she was banging up into her pussy. "Pleeeeaassseeee cum off and jizz my cunt," she pleaded, rotating and rolling her ass around on him as she smacked down hard against his thighs and flat belly.
"I'm fucking you really good-now cum and make your nice prick blow my pussy full of hot, tasty jizz," Yvette coaxed as her passion transcended all reason and blossomed into a stormy lust.
The youth under her laughed tremulously as he heaved his long, thick cock into her pulsing, orgasming twat. Just as his prick blew her full of jizz, he seized her flanks at the flare of her ripe, rounded hips and slammed her body down, burying his cock to the balls in her suctioning fuck-hole.
Yvette screamed shrilly with ecstasy and enchantment as her nerves tingled and her snatch pop-pop-boom-boomed on his exploding fuck-cannon.
At first, she was dully aware of someone behind her, a hand fumlbing at her ass where the prick was impaled in the hot hole between her legs.
Schmidt!
She was certain his lust had boiled to a point where he wanted and needed to fuck her and he was going to take over from the young man under her burning ass.
Yes, he was urging her to get her cunt off his cock. "In a minute, Deiter," she breathed as her body was shattered with heavenly, violent cock-cunt eruptions. "In a minute, Deiter; let him finish fucking me full of his wonderful jizz."
But he was beyond patience and lifted her off the rigid pole of cock-flesh. She expected him to throw her down on her back on the slightly rolling deck and pounce on her with his cock out and hard and ready.
But he grappled with her, turning her about in his strong arms. Abruptly, he sat her down on the young man's face, her hot pussy open, on his mouth. He gurgled for a minute, then she shivered as his tongue delved up and he began eating her pussy and slurping up their combined cums.
Yvette, bewildered, was watching, stunned as the German went to a prayerful position between the youth's bare legs. His hands seized that dribbling cock and he immediately took it all the way down his throat and began sucking it with loud, lavish slurpings.
Again, Yvette heard his sobbings as he gobbled on that wonderfully tasty young prick. She couldn't see his hands because they were scooped into the youth's crotch and were fondling his balls.
The young Spaniard reached to curl his hands over Yvette's taut thighs as he sucked out her torridly tingly pussy. And, with a panting moan, he began bucking his hips, fucking the mouth of the proud, treacherous, depraved Nazi.
Staring down at the top of Schmidt's head, Yvette had a sad, sinking feeling that the German would be filled with hate of himself and the young man whose cock he was going down on and would kill him after he finished the blow-job, had his fill of sucking that beautiful, young cock.