Chapter 8
There were Vichy French or members of the French underground active all through the mountains, but the old Basque moved the party swiftly and skillfully, avoiding small patrols seeking the "enemy" trying to flee as the Germans withdrew.
For nearly a week, the ugly old man made no overtures toward any of the girls and their tensions eased slightly. All but Yvette who was strangely silent and passive, not acting as if she cared whether or not he wanted her again.
But as they made camp one evening in a well-concealed cave, all detected vivacity in the bewhiskered man after they had eaten and huddled close about a very small campfire.
At first, when the old Basque stood on his bowed legs and began unbuttoning his trousers, turning away slightly, all thought he was going to step out of the cave to relieve himself. But he didn't leave, just continued disrobing.
Faubine uttered a pitiful wail and Marie shrank away as he turned, exhibiting himself, holding his monstrous hard-on in both gnarled fists. He said a single word, easily interpreted as "You," when he pointed the grotesque knob of his prick at Marie.
The girl, who had grown very little, except for her bosom since the Germans had marched into the village, cowered away, face wan and drawn in the flickering light.
"No-no-no-no-no," she muttered in a shrill, soft monotone.
"Shut up and put out," Schmidt snapped. "I told you what we have to do-if we're going to get out of the mountains and away to safety. Now, put out. Get your clothes off-or, by God, I'll rip them off and you will continue on our journey naked. Get your fuckin' clothes off!"
The small, curvy auburn-haired girl's eyes widened in astonishment and fear as she stared at Schmidt who leveled the ugly snout of the Luger across the fire at her. For a minute, her body stiffened defiantly, then her shoulders slumped.
Without rising, she slowly removed her shirt, an expression of contempt on her slightly pinched face. She seemed totally oblivious to the sway of her downward sloping boobies, the tips a coffee brown.
Before she stood, she unbuttoned her trousers, hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties. Then she stumbled to her feet and pushed both garments to her feet, bent double to work them off over her rough boots.
"You are a dirty bastard," the eighteen-year-old muttered, standing straight and proud, her plush titties wobbling like big rubber balls on her chest.
For a moment, the fleeing Nazi's thin lips tensed, twitched. But he relaxed and shoved the pistol back into his coat pocket, not even looking at the Basque as he waddled around the fire, ludicrously holding his monstrous cock in both hands.
"I will never let him fuck me with-that thing," the eighteen-year-old whispered, leaning toward the un-moving Yvette who sat with her head lowered, seeming to stare into the fragile flames of the tiny fire.
In her near-panic, Marie saw that even Schmidt had his face averted, as if he couldn't watch her humiliation at the gruesome hands of the ghastly old Basque. Well, she would not cry out; neither would she give the leering man any sexual cooperation. True, he would spend that gigantic cock in her-somewhere, as he had in Yvette. But she would not help him and she would not enjoy his huge cock. She doubted even a cow could savor the experience of being fucked with a thing as unwholesome and hideous as his prick.
As he stood before her, holding his cock just back of the knob with one hand, he muttered something, tone soft, that she interpreted as words of endearment or lust. He reached his rough, calloused hand to run the tips of his fingers over the crowns of her breasts.
Her body weaved unsteadily, then she stood rigid as the old man stepped a little closer, let his monstrously heavy cock way out hotly against her body, the head reaching almost to her breasts. She sucked her lips in against her teeth, mouth slightly apart as he rolled his hands around on the firm rubberiness of her breasts fruits.
Little Marie was acutely aware of that long column of dark flesh resting against her bare body as her breasts began to flush with heat as the leering man continued massaging them, the rough calluses on his palms forcing her nipples into hard, sensitive berries.
A soft whimper escaped her lips and the indrawn breath whistled sibilantly as her knees shook weakly. My God, she thought, bewildered by the pulsing sensations that rippled through her body.
"Aaaaahhhhhheeeeeeeee," the moan came unbidden from deep in her body as Marie was electrified by a shocking ripple deep up in her pussy. Marie's teeth chattered as sweet nuances continued to pulse through her pelvis.
She tensed, pulling in her slender middle, feeling a hot wetness and her outer cunt lips swelling. Her sex-canal was beginning to soften and ooze.
"Ooooohhhh, Goddamn son of a bitch," she whispered in disbelief as her passions blossomed. She didn't protest as the Basque took her left wrist and pushed her hand against the thick shaft of his cock. Obediently, her slender fingers curled around the mast, as thick as her wrist.
Her fist closed, fingers tingling at the texture of that huge prick. Her fingers gripped as if out of control. Unbidden, she groped with her right hand and closed her fingers on the man's cock below her left.
"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuummmmmm," she purred, aware her hips were undulating coitally, as if she were being fucked standing up and was fucking back.
How could she get so hot and willing and wanting when this man was so ugly and he was adorned with a prick that was neither handsome nor appetizing?
Yet, her pussy was on fire, actually expanding and contracting greedily for puncturing and ravaging. Marie drew a harsh, sharp breath as her hands began to slide up and down on that tremendous pole of meat. God, the way it pulsed in her hands, like a breathing thing.
Through half-closed eyes, she peered into that very ugly, very intent face as her left palm rubbed over the immense knob of that extremely long prick, smearing it with the light, clear sex-oil that would make initial fucking easy. At least easier; this prick was so vast.
"Ah, no! Ah, no!" she moaned as the man dropped his hands from her breasts, let them drift down her body over her flanks, around to cup her bare buttocks-and drift away from her. She clung to his huge, hot meat, not wanting him to leave, wanting to keep that big, beautiful prick in her hands.
What was he doing? He was sagging away from her, lowering himself to the dank floor of the cave, on his back. Marie, eyes glittering looked down at his as she bent forward over him, holding onto that marvelous, handsome cock. What a man! What a wonderful prick!
Her head canted to one side as he beckoned to her with his fingers. What did he want of her? Then she comprehended and carefully stepped up over him, her booted feet on either side of him.
Standing above him, squatting slightly so she could keep both hands on that gorgeous knob. "I'll try! I'll try! I'll try!" she whispered lovingly again and again, over and over. "Yess, for you, I will do it." She bent far over, as if trying to see her pussy. Still clinging to that massive knob, just back of the great flange with one hand, she used the other to part the bloated lips of her snatch-gash.
She judged her position, shuffled forward slightly and began to squat her ass slowly, slowly. "Ooooohhh-Aaaaaaahhhhh," she crooned, body retching gently as she gently, yet impatiently plowed the head of his cock into her groove.
Marie shuddered violently as the hot knob swabbed back and forth through her sticky, torrid rut. An unbelievable ecstasy ran sweetly through her loins as that massive knob with its tremendous welt at its back passed back and forth across the entry to her feverish body.
Still bent over, body folded forward, she held the vibrant cock in both hands, behind the huge flange. She inhaled rapidly as she positioned it at the entry to her cunny. She hesitated a minute, as if psyching herself for an ordeal. She tested it tentatively, putting her weight on the hard pole of flesh, aware the grunting man under her on the ground was holding it near the hairy base.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh," she moaned, writhing back and forth, twisting her body on it, applying her weight. The outer flaps of pussy flesh were snugly stretched around the massive flange of the corona. A soft growl escaped her throat as he determination built. She bounced her body gently, then with greater force.
"Aaaagggghhhhhhhhh," Marie moaned, a weakness in her legs, a furnace of heat erupting in her pussy as her cunt accepted the gigantic cock-knob.
The sensation of stretching and bloating was so overwhelming, she was almost breathless. There was a silent creaking in her pelvis as she held the hot, pulsing knob of the man's cock just inside her.
Tentatively, Marie withdrew a hand, then the other, balancing herself on the long, thick sex-wand. Her insides began to churn, so deep up in her pussy. "I waa-aaaaaaant it," she cried plaintively, again joggling her naked body on it.
Without warning, her booted feet skidded forward in the loose dirt of the cave floor. "Eeeeeeeeiiiiii!" she cried in alarm as her feet slid from under her. Instantly, the man under her seized her trim ankles and she was pinioned, in the air on his enormous cock.
Her snatch contracted in resistance and her weight was held by the impaling prick. Despite the rebellion of her insides, her cunny muscles weren't strong enough to support her weight for long.
And Marie, slowly, oh, so slowly, began to slide down on the barbaric weapon. Her head drooped forward, chin at the valley between her gorgeous breasts, and she stared at that column of flesh trapped between her legs by her own flesh. Down, down, down she slid on his giant hard-on.
Mercifully, he lay still, didn't buck his ass to drive his cock up into her, or force her body to drop at a rapid pace. Marie whined and whimpered, every nerve feeling every detail of the oversize glans with its plowing ridge at its back.
The walls of her cunt collapsed suddenly and her snatch dropped quickly, gobbling up inch after inch of his big, vibrant prick. The pressure was so intense against her guts, she felt that her asshole was going to be forced right out of her body.
Marie's head tossed freely as if in agony as her bottom settled finally against his quivering thighs, all of his huge cock buried in her trembling body. An erratic, quavering scream seemed torn from her throat as her lithe, tortured insides slowly became accustomed to the massive cock-corking.
The walls of her pussy contracted convulsively along the hard, fat barrel of the ugly Basque's prick. A strange, wanton hunger developed rapidly in Marie's innards and her loins were afire with sexual craving. How, she fretted, would she be able to fuck him, like this?
She peered into his implacable face, at those thick, distorted lips. He just let her sit there, impaled on his prick. She could feel quivering in his long rod, coupled with the spasmings of her pussy walls.
Finally, after his cock had soaked in her juices for a couple of minutes, he pushed her feet back next to her flattened buttocks and she understood. She drew several deep breaths, mustering her strength. At last, she collected her feet under her bare ass, tested the muscles of her legs.
She reached for him and he held her upper arms, to steady her. The first four or five times, she was unable to rise at all, merely jostled her aching, burning cunt on his imbedded cock. He muttered something, in a tone of encouragement and Marie strained to lift her tingling ass.
"I want to," she whispered, throat tight and dry. "I truly want to fuck your handsome cock." He let her lean forward slightly and she lunged toward his upraised head. She managed to lift her tingling pussy about two inches off his throbbing cock. With a sign of satisfaction, she slumped back, his cock again ripping into her. She gathered her strength and lunged again. There was a meaty, sucking sound as half of his cock was pulled out of her tight pussy.
She hesitated this time, letting it soak, resting, feeling the monstrous knob lodged next to her cervix. She struggled forward, tugging her body off another couple of inches. She made a motion with her body, indicating she wanted him to hold her arms and let her cunt slide back down on his wet, vibrating cock a little at a time.
There was a swooshing, moist sound as she was again gored all the way by his cock, her love-mound resting against his hard groin, crushing the tiny tit-clit that was rigid from its sheath of pink flesh.
Marie shook her head when the man tugged on her arms, wanting to rest. Taking such a huge cock in her extremely small cunt was exhausting, especially when she had to do all the work. She sobbed for breath, took his wrists, indicating she wanted him to take her breasts-play with them-while she fucked him off.
He grinned idiotically, but understood and quickly began fondling her tumescent titties with the nipples so swollen they hurt. She grasped him at the elbows, tensed her legs and sprang up and off his pulsating prick. The action produced a meaty, swooshing sound as she mastered the technique of fucking her frail body up and down on such a long prick.
But her insides were churning delectably, enchantingly as she fucked, thus gaining strength. "Make your hips jump," she said, wishing he would begin hoisting his ass to help her, drive his cock up into her when she brought her cunt down.
A rumbling began deep in her suckling snatch and Marie hurled herself up, then back down with increasing frenzy, knowing her lustful orgasm was rapidly reaching a peak. And when it hit her, she doubted she would be able to continue rising and falling on this fantastic cock.
"You will have to do the fucking in a minute," she whispered as a dizziness of enchantment began to envelop her mind as she slammed her ass up and down, her pussy walls throbbing lovingly around the great knob, the length of his immense shaft.
"Ah-ah-ahhhhhhh, my God!" she screeched as the first bolt of cum-lightning crashed through her loins, tearing into her cunt and exploding deep in her belly. "You-will-have-to do it," she panted. "You will-have-to do the fucking now," she grated at him, gritting her teeth as if she were suffering-and she was.
The old Basque understood and complied, bouncing her up and down on his cock, ravaging her convulsing, orgasming pussy. A madness, wonderful, cock-hungry madness burgeoned in her brain, a sensual, wanton fever that seemed to scorch her insides and sear her skin.
His hands on her rubbery titties added to the sensations of sheer heaven that permeated her fuck-tingly body. "Give me all you got. Fuck the cock to me. Make me cum haaaaaard!" she begged.
Suddenly, strength returned to her, even though her snatch continued to explode around that huge, delving prick. Her legs straightened and she began lurching her lustful body up and down on his ravaging cock.
She felt an expanding all along the shaft, in the immense head and knew he was near. "Aaaaarrrgggg-ghhhh!" she growled like a cornered animal, launching her body in even faster pistonings, fucking him wildly, as fast as she could. "Cum in me. Shoot your jizz up my pussy!" she howled, her cunt exploding around his huge shaft.
His first stream of jizz hosed into her when she was almost standing, just the head of his cock snocked into her cunt. She squalled with ecstasy, almost paralyzed by the torrid flush of cum that sprayed to the bottom of her fuck-well.
She was immobile only a few seconds, enjoying the flood of cock-juice, then she began fucking away at his gushing cock as fast as she could fling her body up and down on his elegant, gallant love-thing.
Squish-squish; squooooooosh-sluuuuuuush, her pussy hummed on his pouring prick. Her excitement increased as she felt his torrid cum flowing around his pistoning cock, drizzling out of her fluttering cove and drenching her groove, his belly and heavy balls.
Asshole fuck me, she thought in a lustful daze.
Her tense bottom smacked wetly in the fuck-snot that was accumulating on his groin in a sticky puddle. She smacked her ass down and rubbed it around, reveling in the sensation of being fucked full of wonderful cock and her asshole soaking in his hot cum.
"Ooooooohhhh, let's fuck all night!" she wailed.