Girl Trainer
by Unknown 


CHAPTER ONE 

Stormy Cooper was a tomboy, and hardly one to become enamored over boys the 
way some girls, such as her older sister Jamie, were wont to do. Oh, she 
liked boys, liked playing softball and soccer and volleyball with, liked 
going fishing with and talking about basketball and football with, but 
romance wasn't something that had yet gripped her heart. 

So when she happened to gaze out her window one early morning and spot the 
new neighbour out in his back yard nude, except for what looked like a thong 
or G-string, her heart did not go aflutter. She did, however, giggle and 
make a dash for her binoculars. 

As she focused them in on the man, whom she had not yet met, she gave a 
little grunt of surprise. He was a powerfully built man indeed. Though he 
was not a bodybuilder, with one of those lumpy, ridiculous bodies constant 
weight lifting produced, his pectoral muscles were well outlined, and the 
muscles of his washboard stomach seemed to ripple as he moved. 

He had broad shoulders, and a narrow waist, and the crotch of the tight 
thong bathing suit he wore bulged suggestively. His legs were thick and 
muscular and when he turned she licked her lips a little at the sight of his 
nearly bare buttocks. 

Stormy felt a wave of heat pass over her, and swallowed repeatedly as she 
continued to study the man. He was, she decided, only a little younger than 
her own parents, who were in their mid thirties, but his long blonde hair 
made him appear far younger. 

He had a classically handsome face, with a firm jaw and piercing blue eyes. 
His hair was straight and fell well past his shoulders, making Stormy think 
of Tarzan. Certainly he moved with predatory grace across the concrete that 
lined his in-ground swimming pool. 

Her sister, she knew, would be in heat at the sight of such a man, even 
though he was probably old enough to be her father. Even she, Stormy, the 
sensible, strong willed one, felt her loins twitching and tingling with 
stray images plucked from her virginal imagination of what sex would be 
like. 

She imagined this man, whatever his name was, clutching her to his powerful 
body, his big, no doubt soft hand stroking her body, cupping and squeezing 
her buttocks, her breasts ... 

She shook her head and turned away, placing her back against the wall as she 
tried to calm down her suddenly supercharged body. She was panting, 
sweating, her heart pounding. She rubbed her hand over her face and as she 
did her arm pressed against her breast. It was impossible not to notice how 
heavy and swollen it felt, how hard the nipple was. 

"God, this is stupid," she said to herself. 

She brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from her eyes and turned again 
to gaze out the window. Her hair was short, almost boyish in appearance, but 
her bangs were long and kept sweeping across her large blue eyes. She 
watched the man stride to the diving board, climb it, pose motionless, then 
raise his arms high over head. 

She drew in a gasp, and held her breath as his body was outlined so 
perfectly. Then he jumped once, twice, three times, and dove perfectly into 
the glimmering water, going deep, then sweeping up to the surface. 

She turned away again, chiding herself for a fool. She wasn't a silly, 
frippery girl like Jamie. She was the strong, tough, athlete, the one with 
the common sense approach to life, cocky, quick tongued and confident. She 
did not get all breathless and hot over the sight of some guy. 

Even if he did look like an awfully good athlete. 

She fought down her sudden arousal, put down the binoculars and left for 
soccer practice. 

* * * 

"My God! Did you see the hunk that moved in next door?" 

Stormy shrugged nonchalantly as her older sister hurried into the room. 

"I saw him," Stormy admitted. 

"Not like I did," Jamie said, eyes wide and dancing. 

"You mean in that little bathing suit thing he wears?" Stormy sniffed. 

"You saw him?" Jamie said, disappointedly. 

"Yeah, I saw him." 

"That's it? You saw him? My God, Stormy, sometimes I wonder if you really 
are a girl!" 

"Thanks." Stormy often considered girls weak, foolish and gullible. 

"Didn't you see his body?" Jamie persisted. 

"Yeah, he's okay." 

"Okay? My God, the man's an adonis! He's fucking gorgeous!" 

"So? He's old." 

"Old? He's not old. God, he's so beautiful," she moaned, pretending to swoon 
back against the wall. 

"We have to meet him." 

"Not me," Stormy snorted. She was unsettled by the feelings the strange man 
had so easily brought alive in her and had no wish to get closer and risk a 
new conflagration. 

"Stormy, are you queer or something? The guy's incredibly fucking gorgeous!" 

"He's twice my age, I'm sure. You want to go over there and throw yourself 
at him like some kind of nympho then go ahead." 

"Oh, I wish," Jamie giggled, throwing back her head, tossing her long, full 
red curls and arching her back. Her double D breasts thrust out against the 
thin material of her blouse and she gave Stormy what she imagined to be a 
sexy look. 

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll fuck you," Stormy said. 

Jamie stopped her posing, glaring up at her younger sister. 

"I didn't say I wanted to fuck him, you stupid little bitch." 

"But you do." 

"I do not!" 

"Liar." 

"Well, I mean, I can fantasise, can't I?" 

"Slut." 

"Oh, fuck off, Stormy. Just because I'm not a sexless little jock like you. 
You probably don't even masturbate." 

"Uhhhghh! Get away from me," Stormy said, pushing away and striding across 
the room. 

"It's a normal adolescent activity, miss jock," Jamie called after her, 
happy to have gotten the best of her sister for once. She was tired of 
Stormy calling her a slut, just because she liked boys. She wasn't a slut. 
She might not be a virgin but she was no whore. 

She was tempted to follow Stormy into the living room and tell her what she 
needed was a good fuck. That would sure change her attitude towards boys. 
She'd realize then that there were a lot more fun games to play with the 
opposite sex than soccer and Softball. 

Now how was she going to meet this guy? They were neighbours. Maybe she 
could run across and borrow a cup of sugar? No, that was too corny even for 
her. She racked her brains trying to think of something. 

She looked out the back window at their own swimming pool. Maybe she could 
borrow something for the pool. Her eyes went wide as she realized she could 
have an excuse to go over in a bikini and show him her great body. 

She hurried upstairs and put on her tiniest little string bikini, the one 
she had to keep tugging in back to keep it out of her crack, the one she had 
to walk carefully in so her big tits didn't pop out of the tiny cups. 

But then she thought she was being too obvious. She frowned at her image in 
the mirror and finally put on a robe, one that was short and tied in the 
middle. She could leave it loose, and maybe let it come looser if she could 
talk to the guy for a while. 

She hurried downstairs, snuck past the living room where Stormy was watching 
a basketball game with their brother Adam, and then went out the side door 
that led into the garage. She went out through the garage and then past and 
around the fence that separated their house from the one next door. 

There was a tall gate blocking the entrance to their neighbour's back yard, 
but it was open. Jamie adjusted her robe so it was loose, but not too loose, 
and then, steeling herself and trying to settle her fluttery stomach, she 
stepped forward into the back yard. 

He was on the diving board. Her eyes went a little wider as she saw him up 
close, and she halted as he dove into the water. Then she moved quickly 
forward to meet him as he emerged from the water. 

"Uh, hello," she said, smiling as prettily as she knew. 

"I'm your neighbour from next door." She pointed helpfully as he looked at 
her. His gaze sent a stab of heat into her guts. 

"I'm Jamie. Jamie Cooper." 

"Hello, Jamie Cooper," he said, his voice thickly accented. She wasn't sure 
what, European of some sort, she thought. He looked at her with deep, 
brooding eyes and she thought he was the sexiest man she had ever seen in 
her life. She tried not to stare at his glistening wet body. 

"Vhut can I do to help jhou, Jhamie Coopar?" he asked, still not smiling. He 
threw his head aside, and his long hair swept around, throwing off water. 
She swallowed several times, trying to keep her voice steady. 

"Uhmmm, well, I was wondering, you know, if you could, uhm, loan me your 
pool cleaner thingy, you know, that net thing with the long pole. Ours 
broke, you see, and we haven't gotten it fixed yet." 

"Really?" he asked, smirking a bit. Jamie's heart caught at the idea he had 
seen through her stratagem. 

"Vhy don't jhou just use zhis pool?" he asked, coming close enough that she 
could smell the chlorine on his wet body, and the drops of water coming off 
him splashed near her bare toes. 

"Uh, gee, well, I hadn't thought of that," she gulped, trying to straighten 
up to push her breasts out a bit more. "Uh, you just moved in, didn't you?" 

"Jhess, I deed." 

"Uh, are you from, uhm France?" 

He snorted, no, he sneered at her, and her heart sank. 

"I jam from Germany," he said. 

"Oh, yeah, I should have guessed," she said lamely. 

He turned his back on her and she looked at his naked buttocks, so near and 
so ... so beautiful. She felt her pussy starting to steam like it did when 
Brad fingered her for a long time, not that he usually had much patience for 
that. 

"Do jhou sweem?" he asked, turning suddenly. She jerked her eyes upwards 
quickly. "Uh, yeah, sure." 

"Go ahead," he nodded at the pool. 

"Well, uhm, thanks, sir, Uh, I don't know your name," she shrugged and 
smiled. 

"I jam Hans Zundel," he said, face expressionless. 

"Uh, hi," she said weakly, holding out her hand. 

He stared at it for a moment, and for the longest time Jamie thought he 
wasn't going to take it, and so humiliate her. But then he reached out and 
took her small, soft hand in his big, strong one, but instead of shaking it 
he brought it upwards to his mouth, leaned slightly and kissed the back of 
her hand above the knuckles. 

"I jam most delighted to make jour acquaintance, Jamie Cooper," he said. 

Jamie was in love. 

Trying hard to keep her legs from collapsing she stared up at him with wide 
eyes, chest rising and falling. He smiled slightly, then released her hand. 
Then, to her astonishment, his hand went to the belt around her robe, nimbly 
pulling it open. 

She was awash in swirling hormones and emotional overload, and did nothing 
to hamper him as he opened her robe and gazed at her body. She started to 
blush though as he continued to stare down at her. Her hands were almost at 
the point of snatching her robe closed when he instead pushed the two sides 
of her shoulders. 

"Go und use zhe pool," he said, turning away. 

She stared at him, dazed, then, after a few seconds to recover, she let the 
robe fall to the ground and turned towards the pool. She didn't really want 
to go in the pool. Her beautiful wavy red hair would get all plastered down 
against her head if she did that. 

She saw little alternative though. She stepped as casually as she could 
towards the pool, going up to its side and dipping her toes into the water. 

"It's sure cold," she said. 

"But jhou weell warm eet," he said, turning back to her, his hair falling 
across his eyes. He brushed it aside and moved towards her, his eyes 
flicking up and down. She gulped nervously, turning and putting her behind 
against the metal ladder which led into the pool, arching her back a little. 

"Jhour bodee ees vehry hot, no?" he said, smirking. 

"Uh, uh ... " She didn't know how to answer that. 

"Ees not how jhou say een Amereeca, when von has a good body eet ees called 
hot?" 

"Oh, uh, yeah sometimes," she said, laughing a little. "You've uh, you've 
got a really hot body too, Hans," she said, daringly. 

"Jou zink so?" He said, lips curving up as he stood next to her. He seemed 
to tower, for Jamie was not very tall. She had to lean back to look him in 
the eyes, in the beautiful blue eyes, she sighed. 

He took her hand and she looked at it in surprise, then he lifted it and 
placed it flat against his chest over his heart. Her eyes widened. 

"Jou feel my heart?" He asked, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. 

"Uhhhh, uhhh, yes," she said, almost whispering herself. 

"Eet ees pounding for jou." 

"For ... for me?" she gulped, breath getting ragged. He was the most 
gorgeous, sexy man she'd ever seen in her life. 

He held her hand against his chest, then slid his other hand onto the side 
of her head, beneath her ear. He stroked her flesh as she stood there, 
utterly frozen, spellbound by his powerful male presence. Her own heart was 
pounding furiously. 

His big hand stroked the side of her head, then slid around towards the 
front, his thumb going across her cheek. He stroked her full, sensuous lips 
with his thumb as she trembled and stared up at him. His body seemed even 
bigger, more powerful as he loomed above her. 

He pressed his thumb into her mouth and she moaned slightly as she allowed 
her lips to part. She licked lightly at his thumb at first, then sucked a 
little as he pumped it slowly in and out of her oral orifice. 

He was smirking down at her in a way she would have hated had it been a boy 
her age. But she was caught up in the greatest lust she had ever known, and 
was frozen like a deer caught in a car's headlights. 

He slipped his tongue out but her lips stayed parted as she panted for 
breath, then he slid the hand around behind her head and pulled her forward. 

His lips met hers and she melted against him, her full young breasts 
pressing into his muscular chest as she nearly swooned with desire and 
adoration. 

His fingers twirled and he bunched up a thick mass of her coppery curls in 
his fist, hurting her a little as he forced her head forward. She did not 
protest, though. She didn't even care. All she knew or cared about were his 
lips pressing against hers and his tongue, sliding from side to side along 
her lips. 

It darted inside her mouth then as his other hand released her and slid 
around her. His big hand cupped her round buttocks tightly, fingers digging 
into the soft, malleable flesh as their kiss grew hotter and more 
passionate. 

Jamie shuddered and moaned into his mouth, but did not resist. Both her 
hands were pressed against his chest, almost protectively, for though she 
was immensely aroused there was something harsh and cruel and overpowering 
about him, something that made a part of her frightened. 

Then, with the flick of a thumb her bra parted, releasing her big orbs. She 
gasped, instinctively trying to pull back. He tightened his grip on her hair 
and kept her in place. Then suddenly he pulled back sharply, jerking her 
head backwards, forcing her chest out. 

She cried out, a low, weak yelp of pain as he pulled her hair. He ignored 
it, his hand holding her easily as his other hand moved over her chest, 
stroking her breasts, coasting along the skin. Then he bent and slid his 
lips onto her right nipple, sucking as his tongue whipped across it. 

She gasped in shock, her chest heaving like a bellows now as his mouth 
opened and he drew in a large wad of tit meat, sucking hard. His teeth bit 
down on the soft flesh and it hurt, but again she made no protest. He sucked 
hard on her aroused nipple, his tongue whipping across it from side to side. 

He forced her backwards, against the nearby diving board, still firmly 
gripping her thick red hair to bow her back. His hand stroked her breasts as 
he bent her back, and she whimpered, but did not complain. 

"Hot, und already wet," he hissed, lowering his mouth and biting her throat. 
She jerked violently, and her mind was inundated in powerful sexual heat. 
She realized she was nearing an orgasm and was astonished. 

Then his hand slid down her belly and into her bikini bottom. Two powerful 
fingers probed against her narrow cunt slit, then forced their way up inside 
her with painful force. She grunted and her legs jerked as she tried to 
twist aside. 

"Hot leetle beetch," he hissed, mashing his lips against hers again as he 
allowed her head to rise. 

He bent forward, bending her back again, his fingers thrusting up deep into 
her pussy, then pumping rapidly, grinding across her clitty with hard, 
almost savage strokes. 

Her left leg came up and quivered in mid-air, then jerked several times as 
she was gripped by indecision. 

He forced a third finger into her snatch, his other hand going around her 
throat and totally engulfing it. He squeezed her throat, then pushed back, 
forcing her to bow backwards again, even harder than before, forcing her 
shoulder blades down onto the diving board. 

Her legs flailed as she sought to balance herself and his hand forced her 
further across the diving board, then released her throat. She gasped for 
breath, gulping in deep lungfuls of air as she stared up at him in wild lust 
and heat. 

His hand came down and gripped her bikini panties, ripping suddenly. The 
small string that bound them to her loins was torn and the little garment 
flew off, baring her golden furred crotch to his sneering eyes. 

"Ha ... Hans," she croaked, her hands moving indecisively at his chest, as 
thought to push him back. He gripped her hair again, jerked her head forward 
hard, mashing his lips down against hers with bruising strength. 

She moaned weakly, her mind in turmoil, confused and aroused and scared all 
at the same time. 

Then her ripped his lips free of hers, and tore his fingers out of her 
snatch. He still held her by the hair though. He twisted her body around, 
making her cry out in pain again, then slammed her upper body down hard 
against the diving board. 

He kicked her legs apart and his other hand slid between them to cup her 
pubic mound. He squeezed, then rubbed his hand back and forth across it as 
she whimpered and quivered and panted for breath. 

"Jhou know vhat jhou vant, don't jhou?" he growled. He jerked back on her 
hair, making her cry out again, and squeezed up on her pussy. 

"Jhou vant eet, don't jhou?" he hissed. 

"Ye ... Ye ... Yes," she whimpered. 

"Beg for eet!" he said, bending forward and hissing into her ear. "Beg me. 
Beg to be used!" 

He moved behind her and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her 
cleft. He rubbed it up and down along her slit, pressing against her clitty, 
grinding it against her little fuck button. She shook uncontrollably. 

"Jhou vant eet?" 

"Pleeasee," she sobbed. 

"Beg. Beg like a beetch een heat!" 

"Fu ... fu ... fuck me," she gasped. 

"Jhou vant me to use zees?" he squeezed her cunt hard and she cried out in 
pain again. 

"Yes!" she cried, tears in her eyes. "Use me! Fuck me! Please!" 

"I don't like being yelled at," he said calmly, jamming her face down into 
the board and squeezing her pussy. Jamie grunted in pain, her body burning 
up, her brain throbbing and threatening to burst through her skull, her 
stomach churning and heaving and rolling. 

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "Please. Please." 

"Vhat? Vhat do jou vant, Jamee?" 

"Fuck me," she mewled piteously. "Please fuck me!" 

She couldn't believe the words were coming from her. She was horrified, 
humiliated, yet also so deeply aroused that she would have done anything, 
anything at all to get him to ease the bubbling cauldron between her legs. 
She was squirming and moaning and unconsciously humping back against his 
roughly fondling hand as he stood behind her. 

Then he removed his hand from her crotch and she jerked her legs a little 
further apart, though they were already very wide. She felt his cockhead 
touch her cleft again, and rub up and down along her slit. 

"Please, please, please," she mewled. 

He eased the head into her, and she quivered with anticipation as she felt 
her tight pussy lips slowly forced apart, felt the broad rounded head pierce 
her, slide upwards past her pussy lips. 

Then he thrust hard, ramming his cock up into her with brutal force. Her 
drooling fuck honey eased the way but she still felt a tremendous sharp pain 
in her crotch as his bloated fuck wand skewered her. 

She screamed, loud enough that he cursed and covered her mouth with his free 
hand. He did not halt though, ramming his crotch forward to force his tool 
even deeper into her fuck hole. 

He buried every last inch of what was without question the largest, thickest 
cock she had ever taken. She felt his pubic hair, thick and coarse, pressing 
against her pussy lips as his thighs squashed her buttocks. 

She was dazed and dizzy, hardly able to breathe with his hand covering both 
mouth and nose. Fortunately he removed it within a few seconds, to slide it 
under her and cup her right breast. She panted hard, almost 
hyper-ventilating as her eyes stared off sightlessly into the distance. 

He ground his hips in slow circles, working his cock around inside her honey 
pot. Jamie grunted and panted for breath, trembling and clutching the other 
edge of the diving board with white knuckled fingers. 

He let go of her hair at last, both his hands clutching her buttocks, 
squeezing them tightly as he jerked her ass around in counterpoint to his 
grinding hips. Jamie felt his big cock twisting around inside her belly, way 
up inside her where she'd never felt anything before. 

He eased back, several inches of glistening cock emerging from her straining 
pussy lips, then he thrust hard, jamming it up her quim again. She cried 
out, biting her lips then to silence the sound lest her cover her mouth 
again. 

He drew back, then drove forward, eased back, then drove forward, using 
longer, and faster strokes as he began to fuck her. His cock moved steadily 
inside her quim as he held her ass cheeks steadily. His face was without 
expression, while hers was wild and dazed. 

She began to grunt in response each time his loins smashed into her, each 
time his long thick cock drove up into the center of her quivering belly. 
She felt the terrible heat re-ignited, her pussy becoming a raging volcano 
as he fucked her. 

She closed her eyes briefly, whimpering and moaning. Then she felt it 
surging through her, a sudden warm wave of pleasure, and just behind it a 
stunning blast of orgasmic ecstasy that made her cry out again, this time in 
a massive release of sexual energy. 

Her body flared white hot, her senses overloaded, her muscles spasming with 
shock. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Her eyes bulged, her mouth 
wide, a lock of utter amazement on her pretty face as the powerful orgasm 
rode through her, rode over her, blasted her into near senselessness. 

She jerked spastically, as though caught on a live electrical wire. Her 
mouth issued mindless little grunts and moans and whimpers as the prolonged 
climax ripped through her slender body. She was actually frightened by the 
force of it, wondering, almost uncaringly, whether she was about to die. 

Never in her life had she experienced anything comparable. She had fucked 
three boys a total of seven times, and had an orgasm only two times while 
doing it. Neither was like this one. Comparing them to this was like 
comparing a cup of water to the Pacific ocean. 

Her body jerked and quivered helplessly as he continued to fuck his big cock 
into her. Then she went limp, whimpering mindlessly as she lay there across 
the board. Her fingers came loose from the edge for she no longer had 
strength to hold it. All the energy had left her body. She was drained and 
exhausted. 

Not so Hans, who continued to fuck his big prong into her drooling pussy, 
running the full length up and down inside her cunt tunnel. He sneered down 
at her, smiling in smug superiority as the girl groaned and whimpered. 

He fucked harder, then harder still, increasing the speed of his strokes. He 
seized her legs, lifting her feet from the ground, spreading her legs wide, 
holding them like the handles of a wheelbarrow as he fucked into the 
beautiful redhead. 

He hammered his loins into her as she whimpered and moaned. His fingers 
clutched tightly around her thighs as he forced them up and apart. Her 
crotch was open and vulnerable as his hips slammed forward against her. His 
cock sliced back and forth between her pussy lips as he rutted against her. 

"Ohhhhhh! Uuuhhhhhhh!" she moaned. 

His hips battered her thighs as his cock pistoned inside her belly. His lips 
were drawn back in a snarl as he clenched his teeth and drove his cock into 
her with every ounce of strength and speed at his disposal. He lifted her 
legs higher, ripping them even wider so she was almost doing the splits. His 
cock rasped across her clitoris like a high speed saw blade, and she was 
helpless to do anything to help or hinder him as he burned up her pussy with 
the speed of his cruel rutting stroke. 

Her ass and thighs ached as his hips smashed into them. Her pussy ached from 
the terrible speed of his cock as it pumped inside her. Her tits ached where 
they were being rolled and ground beneath her. Her legs ached where his 
fingers dug into the flesh. Her thighs ached where her tendons were being 
stretched cruelly. 

Never in her life had she been so brutalized, so used. 

She tried to grip the edge of the board to steady her vision, which, like 
her body, was jerking back and forth in time to his maniacal fucking. She 
whimpered, her mouth opening and closing unsteadily. 

Then she felt a deep up-welling of force, of pleasure, of energy. It came 
from somewhere deep inside her and suddenly ripped up her spine like a high 
voltage charge. Her lips tore open and she gave a soundless shriek of agony 
and pleasure as the power ripped along her nerve endings, shorting them out 
like overloaded electrical circuits. 

She quivered violently, mouth gaping as her body was gripped by an 
overpowering orgasm. It tore through her like a howling whirlwind, 
threatening to rip her flesh apart, to send her mind and soul tearing off 
into the heavens, to rip her frail shell apart with its colossal power. 

The power blasted up into her mind and sizzled along her spinal cord, then 
crackled along her nervous system, shorting out everything in its path. Her 
mind blanked and she lost consciousness. 

She woke to the bright sun in her eyes. She lay there for some minutes 
trying to regain her senses. She was laying on the concrete beside the pool, 
legs and arms spread. She felt moisture in her crotch and her spastic hands 
moved down to touch her pussy. 

She winced at the pain, but, as everything came back to her and she brought 
her hand up before her dazed eyes she saw that there was no blood. It must 
be, she thought, just her own juices, mixed with his. 

She shuddered and closed her eyes, then, after a couple of minutes she 
staggered to her feet. She looked around but there was no sign of Hans. She 
stumbled over to where her bra left and tried to put it on but she was too 
uncoordinated to get the snaps together in back. 

Her panties were ripped, she remembered. She got her robe and tried to tie 
it, then, with a somewhat frightened look at the silent and closed door 
leading to Hans' house, she lurched towards the gate, clutching herself 
tightly as she slowly and unsteadily made her way back to her own house. 

Her mind was a whirl, humiliation and embarrassment filling her with misery. 
How had she allowed that to happen? Why had she behaved that way? She had 
let him use her like a whore, let him fuck her like a wild bitch in heat, as 
he'd said. 

He'd ridden her like a dog, fucked her senseless, then left her there naked 
like a cast off toy. Her skin warmed with blood as she blushed furiously. 
She had begged him, she remembered now. He had made her beg him! 

And she had done it. 

She was totally confused by her behaviour. She'd never let a boy do anything 
to her on a first date before, yet she'd allowed this man, this stranger, to 
just, to ... to use her, to use her with total abandon, like a cheap slut. 

And how he had used her. 

She blushed with every memory that surfaced, her skin deep red. Anger came 
then, anger at herself for allowing him to do that to her, and anger at him 
for treating her so roughly, so cruelly, so ... so sadistically. 

Her body ached, and she knew she'd have bruises in places that would be hard 
to explain, bruises on her throat and neck, on her breasts and buttocks and 
thighs. She would have to do a careful makeup job and dress carefully for a 
while. 

Bastard, she thought furiously. Fucking bastard! 

And yet ... And yet ... 

Behind ever other thought, the pain, the humiliation, the anger, the worry 
and fear, behind them all was the memory of those wonderful, awesome, 
frightening orgasms, the orgasms that made her suddenly understand the 
adjectives people used to describe sex. 

She'd thought them simply exaggerating. Not now. 

Never in her life had she thought to experience anything like that. And like 
a junkie just down from his high, her body and mind were already craving 
more. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jennifer Cooper was just parking the station wagon when she noticed him. Her 
eyes widened and she almost ran into the closed garage door before stopping 
suddenly. 

"Holy shit!" she said to herself as she stared at the blond adonis. 

He strode across the lawn, clad in an expensive black suit, moving like a 
leopard. He got into a gleaming black Porsche, then backed down his driveway 
and drove away. 

"Wow!" she sighed. 

She shook her head and got out of the car, carrying a bag of groceries up 
into the house. 

"Got any chips?" Stormy asked. 

"No, and watch what you eat. We don't need any more dentist bills." 

"Awww, moooom." 

"Don't aw mom me," she sniffed as she walked by. "Where's your sister and 
brother?" she called back from the kitchen. 

"Jamie's upstairs acting weird. Adam went out." 

Stormy wandered into the kitchen and peered into the bag. Jennifer put her 
hand on her forehead and shoved her gently back, then reached in and pulled 
out some bread, putting it up in the cupboard. 

"Didn't you get anything good?" 

"Nope, just junk. So what's wrong with your sister?" 

"I think she's mooning over the new guy next door." 

"A new boy moved in next door?" 

"I wouldn't call him a boy," Stormy laughed. 

"Oh, the man with the long hair." 

"You've seen him?" 

"He passed by on the way in." 

"Jamie's in love." 

"I'm not surprised. I almost fell in love myself." 

"You should've seen him out in his backyard. He was wearing one of those 
little bikini things with no rear end ... " 

"A thong?" 

"Yeah, and walking around like Tarzan. I think Jamie wanted to go next door 
and rape him." 

"Don't exaggerate." 

"I'm not exaggerating." 

"And what did you think of him?" 

"Oh, he was okay," Stormy said casually. 

"You didn't want to go next door and rape him?" 

"Noo!" she said indignantly. "I'm not some fluffy air head." 

"Thank heavens for small favours." 

"He sure had a good body, though," Stormy admitted. 

"Well, well, Stormy Cooper noticing a man." 

"I'm not blind, y'know." 

"No, and you'd have to be not to notice him. Does Jamie know his name?" 

"I dunno. She went over then came back and went mooning up to her bedroom. 
He looks like a foreigner, though." 

"Well, don't you and your sister bother him. He's not a boy, after all. He's 
a fully grown man ... " 

"I'll say," Stormy sighed. 

"And he doesn't need to be ... What did you say?" 

"Nothing." 

"And he doesn't need to be bothered by schoolgirls with a crush." 

"I do not have a crush," Stormy scowled. 

"I meant Jamie." 

"Oh, well, okay." 

"Now lovesick housewives are another matter." 

She and Stormy giggled. 

"Hey, what about Aunt Karen?" 

"What about her?" 

"She's single, and really pretty. Maybe we could get them together." 

"We don't even know the man, Stormy." 

"Well, we're bound to before long. We are neighbours, after all." 

"Well, just wait until we meet him before planning the wedding." 

"She'll go insane the first time she sees him," Stormy said with a sly 
smile. 

"Don't talk about your Aunt that way." 

"She will." 

"I know, but don't talk about her like that." 

"Jamie will hate her." 

"Whoever he is he's far too old for Jamie. Anyway, he might be married." 

"Why's he wandering around out at the pool by himself then?" 

"Maybe his wife is at work." 

"I don't think so." 

"Well, maybe we'll take him over a welcoming cake or something." 

"Be the local welcome wagon," Stormy grinned. 

"And why not? We're friendly people. Anyway, didn't I take over that 
casserole to the Smiths when they moved in?" 

"Sure." 

"So there you are. We'll find out who he is then. Your dad and I will bring 
him over something nice to ... " 

"You're gonna bring dad?" 

"Of course I'm going to bring your father. Don't be silly, Storm. Now go 
upstairs and find out what your sister wants for dinner." 

Stormy shrugged and grinned impudently, then wandered upstairs to find 
Jamie. 

Jennifer studied the house across the fence through the window, thinking 
about what that gorgeous man must look like in a thong. She felt her loins 
heating up at the image that came to mind and struggled unsuccessfully to 
quench it. 

Well, nothing wrong with a little fantasy life, she finally thought. Their 
new neighbour was the kind of man every woman had fantasies about. There was 
no reason to feel guilty. 

* * * 

"Whatcha doin'?" Stormy asked as she wandered into Jamie's room. 

"Stormy!" Jamie shrieked, diving at her bed, jerking the covers out and 
covering her naked body. 

"I seen you naked lots of times," Stormy grinned. 

"Knock before you come in!" Jamie flared. 

"Knock, knock. What are you doing staring at yourself in the mirror for?" 

"I was not staring at myself!" 

"Thinking of how sexy you are?" Stormy teased. "Thinking of our neighbour by 
any chance?" 

"No!" Jamie snapped with more force than she intended. 

Stormy flopped down on the bed and the redhead clutched the bedspread 
tighter against herself. 

"So what's his name?" 

"Who's name?" 

"The guy next door, dummy." 

"How would I know?" 

"You went over to see him?" 

"Did not." 

"Did too, I saw you go." 

"Well, well, I just went to borrow something." 

"Yeah, right. What's his name?" 

"Hans, Hans Zundel." 

"A kraut?" 

"He's from Germany." 

"Wow, I knew he was a foreigner." 

"Now will you get out and let me dress?" 

"Mom wants to know what you want for supper." 

"I'll be down in a minute. Now get lost, brat!" 

"Up yours, bimbo," Stormy sniffed as she rose and sauntered to the door. She 
closed it behind her, then waited a few seconds and shoved it open fast. 
Jamie had dropped the bedspread and was hurrying to the door to lock it. She 
screamed and tried to cover herself as Stormy shoved the door open. Stormy 
howled with laughter and ran away, hearing the door slam behind her. 

Jamie locked the door and went back to the mirror, searching for obvious 
signs of her lewd afternoon sexual encounter. Her upper thighs were somewhat 
red and sore looking on the insides, but her buttocks looked okay, though 
they were sore. Her cunt stung just a bit but didn't show anything. And her 
neck wasn't bad either, though there was a really bad hicky near the back. 
If she kept her hair down it should cover it. 

She stared at her naked image, thinking again about Hans. Every time she 
thought of him and what they'd done her skin grew warm to the touch and her 
loins quivered. She felt again the humiliation at her treatment, and also 
the overwhelming sexual arousal. 

And remembered that terrible, massive orgasm that had shaken her to the 
depths of her soul. 

She found herself shaking and sweating, and with a desperate effort pulled 
her mind away and stumbled back from the mirror. She slipped on a pair of 
jeans but the crotch dug into her aching pussy. She took them off and 
slipped on a pair of soft silk panties, then pulled on a loose white mini. 

She didn't wear a bra, because her boobs hurt a bit and she didn't want to 
squeeze them into the cups. Although Hans hadn't squeezed them that much his 
violent fucking had jerked and rolled and bounced her body atop them on the 
rough diving board and they were still sore. 

She pulled on a sweatshirt and stuffed her feet into a pair of tennis shoes. 

"Great," she sighed, looking in the mirror. "You look like a friggin' 
cheerleader." 

She went downstairs, moving slowly so as to not rub her thighs together. 

"What do you want for dinner, Jamie," her mother asked. She saw Adam and her 
father in the living room and suddenly the thought of being at the table 
with them all scared her. Surely they would notice how that dark red hicky. 

Besides, she needed to be alone, she desperately wanted to think. 

"I'm going to Cathy's for dinner, mom," she said. 

"You asked her mother?" 

"Yeah," she lied. 

"Hello, beautiful," her dad called from the living room. 

"Hi, Dad," she said. "I'll be back in a couple of hours." 

She hurried out before anyone could see her or notice her moving oddly. She 
didn't have any intention of dropping in at Cathy's, who would certainly 
notice a hicky. She wanted to go somewhere by herself. She was walking down 
the sidewalk when a black Porsche roared up and crossed right in front of 
her. 

It stopped ... in Hans' driveway. The door opened and Hans stepped out. She 
stared at him in shock. He was only ten feet or so away and he looked back 
at her with a strange looking smile. 

"Jamee," he said in his thick, husky, accented voice. 

She nodded wordlessly, struggling to breath. Her heart pounded so loudly she 
couldn't hear his next words. She could hardly think. She wanted to turn and 
run, run as fast as she could, as hard as she could. 

He held out his hand. 

She stared at him, mind twisting and rolling. He gave her an encouraging 
smile, and she stumbled forward slowly, a step at a time. She reached out 
and her shaking hand found his. 

His fingers closed and he took her by the hand, leading her up the driveway 
to his house. Jamie was dazed, breathless, her body gripped by heat and by 
fear. 

He unlocked the door and, still holding her hand, walked inside. She 
followed mutely, obediently. 

His house was decorated starkly, the furniture chrome and glass and leather. 
He led her past the living room and upstairs. 

His bed was huge, with four tall wooden posts rising up over her head from 
the corners. He said nothing, taking her by the arm and placing her on the 
bed. She sat on the edge, staring up at him with wide eyes, trembling. 

He went to the closet and removed his jacket, hanging it up carefully. His 
tie followed, going on a hook. Then his shirt came off, revealing his 
muscular torso. He walked back to the bed and sat beside her. Jamie was 
afraid to turn to look at him. 

His fingers slipped through her hair and she gasped in shock. He jerked her 
head up and back, holding it there as she trembled, arms at her sides. Then 
he bent, his tongue trailing along her throat, under her ear. 

He bit down, hard, and she whimpered, but did not cry out. He let her go 
then and sat back, propped on his hands. 

"Take off my shoes," he said, lifting one foot off the floor. 

She stared at it unseeingly for a few moments, then, like a robot, slipped 
off the bed and onto her knees. She untied the first shoe and pulled it off. 

"The sock as veil," he said. Of course, she thought dizzily. 

She pulled off his sock, then bent and undid the other shoe, removing it and 
his other sock. "Put the shoes in the closet and the socks in the basket 
there," he pointed. 

She blinked her eyes, then got up, carrying them across and putting them in 
their place. She turned, confused and he motioned her back. Jamie almost 
broke and ran for the door, but something held her and she stopped before 
the bed, her eyes caught by his. 

"My pants," he said calmly. 

She slowly eased down to her knees again, her hands moving as though not 
controlled by her at all, up to his belt. She undid it, then unsnapped his 
pants and slid the zipper down. 

He stood up then, forcing her back on her heels. 

He wore black string bikini underwear. 

His pants slipped down around his ankles and he stepped out of them, bent 
and picked them up, then folded them. Her face was less than a foot from his 
crotch, where his cock hung flaccid amongst the thick brown hair. 

He walked back to the closet nude, moving fluidly, head up, back straight. 

Jamie slowly climbed to her feet. She was still trembling. Her head turned 
towards the door, still open a few inches. His back was turned to her and 
without those eyes boring into her she felt some small amount of common 
sense returning. 

She eased around and moved quietly to the door. Her hand took the knob to 
pull it wide but then his hand slapped it closed tight. She cried out, but 
didn't turn around as she felt him behind her. 

"Going somewhere?" he breathed softly. 

"Please," she whimpered. "Please I ... I don't want to ... " 

His hand slid onto her back, trailed down onto her buttocks, which he 
squeezed lightly. 

"I don't ... I don't ... UHHHHhhhhhhh!" 

His hand slid down beneath her buttocks, slipping in between her thighs to 
cup her pussy from behind. He squeezed hard. 

Jamie's body gave a sudden violent lurch, her back arching as her head, 
formerly bowed, came up .and back. Hans gripped her hair, forcing it even 
harder back as he bent and fastened his lips against the side of her 
beautiful throat. 

He bit down hard, sucking fiercely as his fingers kneaded the soft, pulpy 
flesh of her pussy mound. Jamie whimpered and grunted and moaned, shaking 
and writhing helplessly as wildfire tore through her body. 

She humped back against his hand, her eyes wide as the world spun around 
her. 

Her body was suddenly thrust forward against the door. She grunted as her 
breasts were crushed against the unyielding wood and the knob punched her in 
the belly. Yet her body continued to grind itself back on his fingers as 
they squeezed and kneaded her pussy. 

He tore her panties off, then a finger was thrust up into her from behind, a 
second joined it, and a third as the heel of his hand crushed up against her 
buttocks. 

He chuckled and brought his face against hers. 

"Slut," he said. 

She blinked her eyes in shock. 

Then she came, and the world exploded around her. She jerked and shook in 
helpless ecstasy. Her legs went rubbery and she fell fully onto his hand. He 
jerked her around and bent her across a dresser, his hand still squeezing 
her pussy as she bounced and wriggled, moaning and grunting continuously. 

He waited until she settled down, then half carried, half dragged her across 
to the bed. He flung her down and she landed heavily. He gripped one slim 
calf, lifting her foot, then slipped off the shoe. 

He took off her other shoe, then undid her skirt and slid it down her creamy 
thighs and off. She lay there limply, chest heaving, eyes closed. He slid 
her sweater up under her arms, then raised her upper body. She opened her 
eyes and stared at him. 

He pulled the sweatshirt off and lay her down again. She said nothing, just 
stared at him. 

He straddled her body, sitting down on her belly. He took her hands and 
lifted them up, shoving them back against the bed above her, spreading them 
wide. He leaned forward and from the corner posts took too leather strips. 

Jamie had not completely lost her mind. She knew she didn't want to be here, 
and knew she couldn't leave. She knew she didn't want him touching her, and 
knew she couldn't bear for him not to. She knew she wanted, more than 
anything else, to be safe in her bed, and knew also, that even more than 
that she wanted to feel the burning inside her again, the wild fire of 
passion and lust and exploding sexual pleasure. 

She felt something wrapped around her wrist, but didn't look up. It was 
tight, but not uncomfortable. A similar something went around her other 
wrist, again, tight, but not uncomfortable, pulling somewhat on her 
outstretched arm. 

She was terribly aware of Hans' body, his buttocks and cock on her belly, 
the heat and feel of them were distracting her from other thoughts. 

He got up though, moving to the foot of the bed. He bent, taking her right 
foot and pulling it down hard towards the right corner of the bed. He 
wrapped a strip of leather around it and it held tightly. 

He moved to the other side of the bed, pulling on her other foot, spreading 
her legs wide apart, then he wrapped another strip of leather around it very 
tightly. 

Her breathing grew faster, more ragged as she was aware of her helplessness. 
She tugged at the bonds, but could not free herself. 

He got onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. His hands slid up and 
down her thighs, then up along her sides to her breasts. He mashed his 
fingers into the thick, pliable meat, making it ooze out around them. 

He rolled and pinched her nipples, then moved his hands around and around 
the heavy mounds, squeezing from all sides. He bent forward and his tongue 
trailed slipped into her belly button, twirling in circles. 

Slowly he moved it upwards, sliding from side to side on her belly and lower 
chest. He trailed his tongue all around the outside of her right breast, 
then crossed over it, sliding just past the nipple. His tongue crossed back, 
just on the other side of the nipple. 

Then he ran it around and around the nipple for the longest time without 
touching it. 

When he finally closed his lips on her nipple it was almost painfully erect, 
and she sighed with relief as his mouth closed upon it and he began to suck. 

He sucked softly, gently, for long minutes, all the while grinding his thigh 
into her crotch as he half lay upon her straining body. 

She looked up at the ceiling as he transferred his attentions to her other 
breast, slowly working on it as he had the other, driving her insane with 
frustration as his tongue moved slowly and gently across it. 

"Please," she said. 

"Vhat?" 

"Do it, put it in." 

"Beg." 

"Please," she gulped. "Please fuck me." 

"When I'm ready." 

And she knew he would not be rushed. 

He continued to tongue, lick and suck on her breasts and nipples as his 
hands stroked, squeezed and kneaded the swollen bags of milk. 

Abruptly she came, humping desperately against his thigh as it pressed into 
her crotch. 

He continued his careful work, trying to hold her chest steady as she 
writhed and groaned and cried out her passion, her back arching against the 
pull of the tight bands, muscles standing out on her arms and legs and belly 
as she strained. 

He slid lower, moving down her body, tongue weaving from side to side, 
around her belly button and down into the golden fleecy pussy hair around 
her cunt. 

He ran his tongue lightly up and down her moist warm cunt slit, tasting her 
oozing juices. His fingers slowly pried her open, revealing the gleaming 
pink flesh beneath. He stared at it for a moment as she whimpered and 
moaned, then his tongue began to slide upwards. 

He tongued her cunt flesh, his tongue moving in slow circles. He pushed it 
deep into her, scooping out tasty thick wads of fuck honey as the whimpering 
redhead squirmed helplessly. 

He placed his lips against her hole and sucked, as if he could draw out her 
inner moisture, sucking it like a straw. His tongue whipped forward, sliding 
up and down along her cunt crack, narrowly missing her clitoris. 

She mewled and moaned and humped up at him. He ignored her, continuing to 
tongue her snatch while carefully avoiding touching her clit. She moaned, 
her body heating up again, her eyes narrowed to slits as she panted 
breathlessly. 

He drove a finger up into her and began to pump it in and out, then added a 
second, then a third. His tongue slid along the sides of her cunt cleft as 
he pumped harder and harder. 

Then he pressed his fingers upwards against her clitty, jamming his thumb 
down against it from the other side. He squashed the little fuck button 
between them, rolling it as she screamed and bucked helplessly upwards. 

She came with a howling surge of orgasmic release, her body jerking and 
shaking, pulling desperately at the bonds holding her down. Her head jerked 
back, smashed repeatedly against the bed, then rolled beneath her, forcing 
her shoulders off the bed as she gargled in delirious sexual pleasure. 

He ignored it, rolling her cunt button between his fingers as her body 
flailed and jerked and strained at its bonds. 

Then when she went limp he got up and went to his bathroom, returning with a 
pair of scissors, a can, and a razor. He carefully snipped her red pussy 
hair off, cutting as close to skin as he could. He sprayed shaving cream on 
the remnants, and, using an ultra-sharp steel blade, shaved along her slit, 
above it, then down along her inner thighs. 

Not that she had much hair, just a line of red fur around her pussy, none on 
her thighs or buttocks. 

He shaved her as close as flesh allowed, then dried her crotch with a small 
towel and walked back to the bathroom, putting everything neatly away. 

Jamie hardly noticed what he was doing, though as he returned she raised her 
dazed head and stared at him. He got into bed and knelt between her legs 
again, his hand cupping and stroking her puffy bald snatch. 

Jamie felt something different but was too weary and bedraggled to know what 
it was. He got down on his elbows and pried her cunt open, then began to 
lick again. This time he exposed her clitty and began to tongue it directly. 

In less than two minutes he had her screaming as she came again. She came 
again as he sucked fiercely on her clit, and again as he bit down on it and 
ground it between his teeth. 

He was on her then. She felt his heavy weight on her chest and grunted in 
confusion. His cock pressed against her quivering pussy and he thrust it 
deep in a single motion. 

He fucked her for long, long minutes, smoothly, in no hurry, the hands on 
the wall clock turned around as he continued to fuck. She came, then came 
again, and still he fucked. She begged, moaned, whimpered, screamed, and 
came again. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Hans Zundel was not his real name. He did not choose to use the name given 
him at birth. What use had he for someone else's name for him? A name could 
define a person, and he would be the one to do that. 

Besides, his mother had chosen his former name. 

Hans Zundel, or whatever name he chose to wear, had never had any respect 
for females. Indeed, he was hardly willing to admit they were even human. 
Certainly they were inferior, mentally, physically, weaker in mind and body 
and soul and spirit. 

All his life they had crawled to him and all his life he had used them at 
will and discarded them at leisure. He despised them their weakness, and 
despised himself at times for lusting after their bodies. 

He abused them, physically and verbally. He treated them like dirt, and 
still they came crawling around, simpering, whimpering, batting their eyes 
at him, flashing their breasts and asses and thighs, begging to be used and 
abused. 

By the time he was twelve he was sleeping with both his older sisters, and 
half the girls in the neighbourhood, some of them many years older than him. 
He'd gotten his older sister pregnant and forced her to blame another boy. 
He'd put his younger sister on the street as a whore, then sold her for a 
large amount of money to a Turkish pimp. 

He'd left Germany ahead of several rape charges, what were referred to in 
America as date-rape, because he would simply not tolerate any female 
refusing his will. How dare they refuse him anything at all? If he had his 
way they would all be kept naked and in chains, their sole purpose in life 
to serve men and breed children. 

A few years back he had returned to Germany to visit old friends, old male 
friends. Hans was a good friend to have. His contempt for women in no way 
diminished his sense of humour, his loyalty and selflessness to men. 

Men were people. Women were cattle. 

He had gone to his older sister's house to get back an article he'd left in 
Germany. She wasn't home, but her daughter, who was, of course, his 
daughter, was there. She was weak and stupid like all females and he had 
used her violently, with her full cooperation. 

In America women had fallen for him in droves, showering him with money and 
favours. He'd gotten reasonably well off that way, courting wealthy women, 
then dropping them when bored. Yet it always seemed that the worse they were 
treated the more they came crawling back. 

Like this stupid little big titted sow laying on his bed right now. The 
redhead had an undeniable attraction as a sex toy, and for that he had at 
least some appreciation. But as for her feelings, intellect, thoughts, 
dreams, hopes and fears, well, had she actually been a plastic blow-up doll 
he would not have cared less about such things. 

She was there to bring him pleasure, that was her sole purpose in life. For 
now, at least. 

That he was in the process of giving her pleasure was nothing more than an 
investment, as far as he was concerned. He had just purchased the house next 
door and would be here for some time, finding and courting reasonably well 
off women and extracting their money from them. It would be useful to have a 
brainless little slut at his beck and call, one he didn't have to live with 
or pay for, one that would come as called, much like any dog or other pet. 

So he would devote a few hours to showing the redheaded slut the pleasures 
of life, and in exchange she would be his servant and sex toy for as long as 
he wanted her. 

And if he ran short of cash, there were plenty who would pay to lay between 
her shapely thighs. 

At the moment the muscles were shifting and moving beneath the smooth white 
skin on those thighs, and on her belly and arms as well. The girl was 
arching her back, straining against the bonds holding her open. The reason 
for that was the powerful vibrator Hans was pressing against her clitoris. 

He watched her with an almost bored expression as she came yet again. This 
one was so easy to please it was almost ludicrous. He could have gotten a 
dog to fuck her and she would probably cum. In fact, his eyes brightened a 
bit at that thought. He liked dogs. 

As he watched her cum he felt a growing resentment. She was enjoying herself 
TOO much for his liking. He ground the vibrator against her clitty harder 
and harder, knowing it hurt, wanting it to hurt, wanting her to feel pain 
with the pleasure. 

She whimpered and moaned, but which were for pleasure and which for pain he 
neither knew nor cared. He thrust the vibrator deep into her sucking wet 
fuck tunnel, stabbing it up into her belly as though it were a knife, almost 
wishing it were a knife, thrusting it up again and again and again as she 
wriggled and shook and cried out in pleasure and agony. 

Stupid whore, he thought. 

* * * 

A ball rolled quickly along the sidewalk and Hans nimbly caught it against 
the side of his foot, glancing over at a tall, slim boy standing in the next 
yard, the slut's yard. He smiled and kicked it back, giving it a lift that 
sent it up to chest height on the boy. 

"Thanks," the boy said, catching it. 

"No problem," he said. 

"You're our new neighbour Hans, huh?" the boy said. 

"Jhess, I jam." 

"I'm Adam. I think you met my sister, Jamie." 

"The redhead. Yes, we've met," Hans said carefully. Some idiot men had a 
foolish idea that they were required to protect the virtue and honor. As if 
they had any! 

"Was she a pain?" Adam grinned. 

"Och, not too much," he responded. Now here was a lad after his own heart. 

A girl came across the lawn then. She and Adam had been kicking the ball to 
each other, he recalled. He had barely noticed her. But then he often 
overlooked females. 

"Hi," she said. 

"This is my sister, Stormy," Adam said. 

"A junique name," he said. 

"It's dumb but I'm stuck with it," she shrugged, her eyes looking him up and 
down. She tried to conceal her interest, as some of the more arrogant 
females did, but it was a miserable failure, for he knew females better than 
they did themselves. 

"You're from Germany, Huh?" she said. 

"I jam. We have no Stormys in Germany," he said, smiling. The girl was 
attractive, with a slender, but definitely feminine body under her tank top 
and shorts. Her legs were long and coltish yet, but they were well formed 
nonetheless. 

Besides, the idea of having sisters was an interesting notion. He had done 
it before and always enjoyed it. And a second whore at his disposal right 
next door would make life easier. So he smiled in the way he knew set their 
little hearts aflutter and tossed his hair aside. 

"I see jhou two are playing soccer," he said. "Not many gurls jhour age are 
steel attracted to athleteecs." 

"Stormy thinks she's a boy," Adam grinned. She glared at him but said 
nothing. 

"I'm afraid, Stormy," he said, smiling his best smile, "zat jhou are 
undeniablee a woman, and a verry attractive woman at zat. Any man can see 
zis at once." 

"She's no woman," Adam scoffed. 

"Shut up," Stormy glared and hissed. "Forgive him," she said. "He's a 
juvenile." 

"Bruzers never appreciate zheir sisters," he said, smiling. 

Suddenly another whore walked up to him, this one older, a few years older 
than him. She was tall, with straight, silky blonde shoulder length hair and 
a smiling face. She had an excellent body beneath her dress and by her face 
was obviously related to the two teenagers. 

"Why, hello there," she said, holding out her hand. He took it 
automatically, though as always he was miffed at her presumption in daring a 
man's greeting. 

"I jam Hans Zundel," he said, giving her his smile. 

"I'm Jennifer Cooper," she said. "I see you've met the terrible two." 

"Lovely cheeldren," he smiled. 

"Are you living alone over there or is you wife going to join you?" 

"Oh, I'm not marreed," he said, smiling in what the Americans would call an 
aw-shucks fashion. 

"No? That's a big house for a single man." 

"I like lots uv space," he said. 

"Well, you'll have it there I guess," she smiled. As with the younger blonde 
she tried to hide how attracted she was to him, and failed. He had had few 
mother/daughter acts mostly because the mother seldom came up to his 
standards. This one was a definite beauty though. 

"Jou are vehry joung to hav cheeldren of such age," he said. 

"Why thank you," she laughed. "Actually I had them when I was quite young. I 
was only seventeen when Jamie was born." 

Another slut. He could probably have her pants off right here on the 
sidewalk if the kids weren't here. He'd take her in a few days, and this 
little blonde slut too. He'd have all three women together! 

"I must be off," he said. "I haf a business appointment." 

"Oh? What do you do, Mister Zundel?" Jennifer asked. 

"Hans, please. I jam an arteest. I paint, und sometimes sculpt." 

"Oh, how interesting." 

"Jou haf a finely detailed face," he said thoughtfully, sliding his fingers 
along her cheek. 

"Goot cheekbones. Perhaps I shall paint jou one day, jah?" 

"That ... that would be ... wonderful," she gulped. 

"Goot. Ve shall zen." 

"Would you like to come over this evening and have dinner, meet my husband?" 

"Eet would be un honor," he said. "Until zhen, Auf Wiedershein und gaslesov 
mein doff ker deutslen komm hoffens do." 

"Uhm what did that mean?" Jennifer smiled. 

"Oh, eet ees un old saying een my country, until zhe sun ees low und ve meet 
to sip wine." 

"That's lovely," she said, eyes fluttering. 

He smiled and turned back to his Porsche, snickering to himself. What he'd 
actually said was "I will be back to fuck you and your slut daughters." 

* * * 

He did return that afternoon, and spent some time instructing Adam in the 
finer arts of soccer, or football, as he called it. Along the way he 
communicated something of his beliefs about women to the boy, who, though in 
awe of him, was somewhat doubtful. 

"I don't know," Adam sighed. "I mean, maybe a lot of girls are dumb and kind 
of slutty, but Stormy and Jamie aren't." 

"Oh, zey are lovely girls," Hans said. "Steel, jou see ze way Jamee looks at 
me. Womeen are, I tell jou, almost completely captive to zheir loins. Eet 
is, after all, why zey were made, for breeding." 

"Well, maybe you don't have any trouble but the girls I know don't seem that 
eager to jump into bed with me." 

"Oh, but ov course Zey are, my boy. Zey are merely putting on ze act, so as 
to appear chaste and proper. Eet ees society which calls upon zem to act ze 
part of ze propehr ladee, and zey arh tryeeng to do so by restraining zeir 
baser impulses." 

"If you say so." 

"Girls want sex even more Zan boys do. Zis is proven fact," he said. "Ze 
problem is Zey do not want jou to know Zees. Jou must make zem trust in jour 
deescretion. Zen dey weel feel free to expose zeir true nature." 

"You mean if they think I'll keep my mouth shut they'll sleep with me?" 

"More or less, zo it helps to behave as zey like." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Act careeng, patient, hug zem wizout touching zeir private parts, tell zem 
uv jour love and how attracteeve zey are. Flatter zem. Nozeeng make zem 
happier zan being told how preetee zey are." 

"I don't think Storm would like that," Adam grinned. 

"Jou are wrong. She is a female. I guarantee she vould love eet. Hehr show 
of being ze tomboy eez a play. I vill show jou at deener tonight. I vill pay 
her ze compliment and she vill become ze seely female." 

"I'd love to see that," Adam grinned. 

They practiced for another twenty minutes, then both went to their separate 
homes. 

Jamie was in Hans' house. She had done the laundry and the dishes and was 
vacuuming the carpet when he came in. She jumped and blushed, then smiled 
shyly. He had told her to do the chores in the nude, and though she found 
this quite exciting and daring she had been jumpy all afternoon in case 
someone came over all of a sudden and saw her naked. 

Hans walked by and gripped her thick hair in back of her head, propelling 
her along with him as he headed upstairs. She came willingly, her breasts 
swelling quickly at the thought of what he would do to her. 

Though she still feared him somewhat, Jamie was convinced, not only that she 
loved him, but that he loved her as well. As for his rough treatment, well, 
it was just sex play, and she kind of liked it too, most of the time. 

He pulled her into the bathroom, still holding her hair, making her wince 
and gasp several times. He let her go and yawned, then stripped off his 
sweatshirt, shoes and shorts. 

"Turn on ze shower and make it hot," he ordered. She swallowed and got into 
the big shower stall, turning on the shower. She was doused with ice cold 
water for a moment and jumped quickly aside until it could warm. When it was 
the right temperature she nodded at Hans and he stepped into the stall. 

"Get ze soap and soap me," he said negligently. 

Jamie's eyes widened and her nipples got even harder. She took up the soap 
and, after a moment's hesitation, began to soap up his broad chest. He 
seemed to ignore her, looking over the top of her head as she soaped up his 
chest and belly, then chickened out and moved around behind to do his back 
and shoulders. 

She loved running her hands over his strong shoulders, feeling the muscles 
beneath the skin there. She soaped up his back and then ... hesitated again. 
It seemed such a daring, slutty thing to do to soap up his ass. 

"Continue," he said in annoyance. 

So she did, holding her breath as she ran her soapy fingers up and down his 
buttocks lightly. She soaped up his ass, then moved around and, giggling and 
blushing, soaped up his heavy cock and balls, being exceedingly gentle. 

She had to drop to her knees to soap up his thighs and legs, and he raised 
his feet one at a time so he could soap them up. He had no washcloth so she 
had to use her bare hands to scrub at his flesh. 

He brushed her aside then so she fell on the floor. He moved into the stream 
of water and rinsed off the soap, ignoring her. She slowly stood up but he 
did not look at her, humming slightly to himself as he let the water wash 
off all the soap. 

"Clean jhourself," he said curtly, stepping out of the shower. 

She fought back disappointment, then quickly soaped herself up and rinsed 
off. By the time she was finished he had just finished blow drying his long 
blonde hair. She caught her breath at how gorgeous he looked, standing there 
in the mirror, his powerful body naked, legs spread, arms raised as he ran 
the brush through his hair. 

She reached for the towel but he suddenly gripped her arm tightly, 
bruisingly tightly. She winced but did not protest as he forced her to her 
knees before him. He gripped her hair again, and again she felt some regret, 
wishing he would stop using her long thick hair like it were a handle. 

He clutched his cock in his other hand. It was mostly flaccid as he pressed 
it against her face. She opened her mouth and it slipped between her lips. 
She began sucking on it, running her tongue all over the head, flicking it 
up and down the shaft as he held her tightly by the hair. 

She was a complete amateur, and he made no secret of his annoyance as he 
showed her the proper way to please him, making her lick and suck on his 
balls, run her tongue up and down the shaft, rub it against the underside of 
the head. 

When his cock hardened he began to fuck it into her face, tilting her head 
back deliberately as he pumped his cock into her. She sucked as best she 
could, making muffled grunts and other noises as he fucked the end of his 
cock into the back of her mouth. 

Several times she gagged as he punched it against the entrance to her 
throat. Her hands pushed at his hips as though to control the speed and 
depth of his fucking. He twisted her hair hard, producing a muffled cry of 
pain. 

"Stop zat!" he ordered. "Put jour hands down at jour side. I do not vant jou 
sloweeng me down. Jou are a stuppeed girhl wiz no grace or knowledge of 
sexual practice." 

She took her hands back a little, crestfallen. He twisted her hair even 
more, bringing tears to her eyes. 

"Put jour hands at jour side," he snapped, pronouncing each word separately 
and clearly. 

She obeyed, as he knew she would, her hands dropping limply to her sides as 
he continued to fuck his cock back and forth in her mouth. Sometimes he 
would hold her head still and pump his cock into it, other times he would 
keep his own pelvis still, jerking her face back and forth against him. 

It was a harsh face fucking, but she did not protest, trying only to not gag 
as the head of his cock slammed against the back of her throat with 
increasing force and speed. 

He began to shuffle around to her side then, moving around behind her. His 
cock kept pumping back and forth in her mouth as he forced her head back 
further and further, bowing her body painfully hard. He stood behind her, 
forcing her head way back, his free hand roughly fondling her breast as he 
ran his cock into her mouth. 

After a few feeble rises, her arms had again settled to her sides, despite 
the discomfort she was undergoing. 

"Any German girl know how to deep zroat a man," he said. "Jou must also 
learn zis. I vill instruct jou." 

She was hardly in a position to protest. Besides, her back and throat were 
aching from the strain and she hardly heard him. 

Then he rammed his cock forward and down, the head punching against the 
entrance to her throat and ramming through. She squealed in shock, her hands 
jerking up and trying to fend him off, but he ignored her, burying his cock 
in her throat, not stopping until his balls lay against her nose. 

"Just swallow eet," he barked. "Pretend eet eez a big piece of meat and 
swallow eet." 

Jamie's throat ached from inside and outside now, and she felt suffocated 
and panicky. She couldn't breathe and wanted to throw up. But he clung 
tightly to her hair and she couldn't pull away. She slapped at his hands 
again and again and he growled something in German, his free hand slapping 
down hard on her straining, swollen right breast. 

"Keep steel!" he snapped as her body shuddered in pain. "Put jour hands down 
and only zen weel I remove eet from jour zroat." 

She tried, but was too panicky, her hands trying to shove him back. Again he 
slapped her right breast, and again a blast wave of agony shot through her 
system, momentarily dazing her. 

"Put jour arms at jour sides!" he snarled. 

Dizzy and frightened and in pain, she lowered her arms. After a few seconds 
hesitation he slid his long length of cock meat up her throat channel. The 
head popped free and she sucked in a deep breath of air, whimpering and 
sobbing in misery and fear. 

"Jou must learn zis. All German girls no zis. No true woman cannot deep 
zroat a man," he berated her. "Do not be a child. I vill not harm jou. Hold 
jour breath while eet ees inside jour zroat stupeed girl." 

Her taut, curved chest heaved as she panted and moaned, but her arms stayed 
at her sides as he rubbed the head of his cock over her upside down face. 

"I vill show jou again," he said sternly. "Zis time pretend jour swallow 
somezeeng. Swallow my cock and fight ze urge to gag. I vill allow jour to 
breath in time." 

Trembling in fear, Jamie held still as he pushed his bulging cockhead into 
her mouth again. He pumped it back and forth several times, then thrust 
hard, skewering her, slamming his cock into her throat. She jerked 
violently, her arms raising to shoulder height, but then they dropped again 
and she let him slide the full length of his cock down into her throat. 

"Goot. Goot." he said. 

He began to slowly pump his cock up and down in her throat, still forcing 
her head far back. The pain in her hair and back was ignored now as Jamie 
concentrated desperately on the odd and uncomfortable sensation of his cock 
sliding up and down inside her throat. 

Her throat tickled horribly, and also hurt, but from the inside, like when 
she had a really sore throat and swallowed food. Her throat felt swollen, 
and she had to keep fighting the urge to throw up, especially when his cock 
was sliding upwards. 

He popped it out of her throat and she gasped for breath again, her full 
round breasts rising and falling rapidly. His free hand fondled her breasts, 
both of which were straining outwards and upwards because of her painfully 
arched back. 

Again he forced his cock deep into her throat, fucking it back and forth, 
using her as a jerkoff toy. His cock sliding up and down inside her throat 
felt less painful now, though it was still uncomfortable. She felt like she 
had succeeded. She felt a gladness that she was accomplishing what the more 
sophisticated European girls apparently did all the time. And also felt good 
that Hans seemed satisfied with her. His cruel words hurt worse than the 
physical pain he inflicted on her. 

He continued to fuck her throat, stopping and letting her breath every now 
and then. Finally he came, pulling his cock free and spewing out a thick 
torrent of jism. 

It splashed over her face in a warm wet shower, and Hans rubbed his dripping 
cock all over her face to rub it in, soaking her from forehead to chin. He 
rubbed it in like cold cream, chuckling in amusement. 

Finally he let her go, stepping back with a sigh of pleasure. Jamie fell 
forward, off balance, and only just managed to keep her face from hitting 
the ground. She panted for breath again a she slowly turned around and 
blinked up at him. 

"Do not clean jour face," he said. "I vant jour face to be coated wiz my 
sperm as I eat wiz jour pareents tonight." 

The idea made her shiver in excitement, and she naively believed that was 
what turned Hans on too, never imagining it had to do with his contempt for 
her and her family. Hans left the bathroom and she staggered to her feet, 
looking at her red, glistening face in the mirror. 

After getting her breath she picked up the brush and dryer and began to dry 
off her hair. Hans came back as she was doing that and pressed his naked 
crotch into her soft, rounded buttocks. She sighed in pleasure. 

His hands came around her and he gently massaged and kneaded her full 
breasts, working his fingers into the delicate, sensitive flesh. He slid one 
hand down between her legs and began to carefully stroke two fingers over 
her clitty. 

Soon she was panting again, grinding her ass back into him as she felt the 
heat grip her body. But then he stopped just when she was approaching orgasm 
and stepped away. 

"Finish jour hair," he said. "Jhou must go home und get ready for deener." 

"OJi, Hans," she moaned. "Couldn't you ... couldn't you ... " 

"What?" 

"Fuck me?" She pleaded with wide begging eyes. 

"Do not be such a slut," he snapped scornfully. 

She reddened in embarrassment. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Stormy Spent almost an hour trying to decide what to wear to dinner. Her 
heart fluttered every time she thought of the gorgeous German man who lived 
next door. She knew, of course, that he was much too old for her, but that 
didn't stop her from wanting to look attractive to him. 

The problem was she really didn't have anything that was designed to make 
herself look pretty. She had plenty of jeans and t-shirts, tank tops, 
sweatshirts, some blouses, and a few mid-length dress skirts for special 
occasions when she couldn't get away with wearing pants. 

But she just didn't have any of the short skirts and slinky dresses Jamie 
wore. Besides, if she were to show up in a miniskirt everyone in the house 
would laugh their heads off. It would be SO obvious what she was doing. 

No, the problem was not just finding something ... something, well, sexy, 
but also not raising her parents' or siblings' eyebrows. 

She finally settled on jeans from the back of her closet that she'd outgrown 
and a crop top that, though not dressy, and intended for playing football, 
showed off the slim, smooth skin of her belly and was tight enough to show 
she was hardly flat chested. 

It wasn't exactly sleek and sophisticated, but then guys found things like 
that sexy, or so she'd heard. 

There wasn't a lot she could do with her hair, other than brush it. It was 
too short and straight to play with. 

She held her breath when she trotted downstairs, but nobody seemed to think 
her dress was out of place. Actually, Jamie was the one she thought would be 
most likely to notice, but she seemed very distracted and hardly looked at 
her. 

Jamie herself was dressed in a tight black dress with a very short skirt. 
Her big breasts stood out quite obviously and when she sat the hem 
practically exposed her thighs all the way to her crotch. But since Jamie 
often dressed like that nobody cared. 

Adam gave both of them a few odd looks, but then concentrated on talking 
football with her father. 

Her mother was dressed, at least to Stormy, suspiciously. She had on a long 
dress that hugged her figure, if not as closely as Jamie's, at least closely 
enough to show she had a slender, hourglass figure. Stormy didn't say 
anything about it though. 

Hans arrived, wearing a black turtle neck and sports jacket. He shook hands 
firmly with her father, who seemed short and dumpy in comparison to the 
tall, muscular German man. 

"Hi, I'm Jack Cooper," he said, smiling. 

"Hans Zundel," Hans said. "Ger fruken das fraulein ze commen frome." 

"Uh, what was that?" 

"It is an old greeting. Roughly translated it means, the warmth of your 
house and light of your fire brings joy to my heart." 

"Oh, isn't that beautiful!" Jennifer sighed, eyes bright. 

"Yeah," Stormy said. 

Jamie just stared at him, her eyes practically blank, though she was 
smiling. 

Hans sat on the couch next to Jack, snickering to himself without showing 
it. What he'd really said was "I come to fuck your women." 

"Jack, I must say you hav a most lovely family, a beautiful wife, two lofely 
daughters, and a most handsome son." 

"Well, thanks, Hans," Jack said. 

Jamie and Stormy both blushed, though Jennifer merely looked away with a 
smile. Adam looked suspiciously at his sisters, snorting in derision at 
their response. 

Jack and Hans, along with Adam, compared the finer points of football, both 
European and American versions, while Jamie and Stormy sat nearby watching 
Hans. Jennifer had to finish the dinner and get it on the table. 

Much to their annoyance she soon called in Jamie and Stormy to help. 

"God, he's gorgeous," Stormy giggled. 

Jamie glared at her but Jennifer only sighed and agreed. 

"He's way too old for you," Jamie frowned. 

"Oh, and not you, I suppose?" 

"I'm far more mature than you." 

"Bullshit!" 

"Both of you can forget it. He's far too old for either of you," Jennifer 
said, shoving between them with the mashed potatoes. 

They brought the food out and dinner began. Much to her disappointment, Hans 
seldom met Jamie's imploring eyes, practically ignoring her. She knew it was 
for the best, that it wouldn't do to arouse her parents' suspicion. Still, 
she felt miserable. 

Stormy on the other hand, kept finding his eyes on her, and felt her heart 
beating faster each time. She tried to eat without leaning forward, so her 
breasts would continue to push out hard against her top. She wasn't as big 
as Jamie but she didn't think she was bad for a B cup. 

After dinner her father and Hans mostly talked to each other, much to her 
disappointment. She never had a chance to get a word in. When her father or 
Hans weren't talking, her mother was. Her mother was, in her opinion, acting 
very slutty, practically coming on to the man. 

What was the matter with her, anyway. Didn't she know how ancient she was? 

Jamie just sat around, staring at Hans, mooning like a lovesick cow. Stormy 
looked at her in disgust. 

Even Adam was acting stupid, like Hans was some kind of stupid sports hero 
or something. 

Frustrated, she dared to steal the keys out of his jacket pocket when he 
took it off. Later, she planned to go over and give them back, claiming to 
have found them on the floor. They could talk, just a little. Maybe he'd 
tell her how beautiful she was again. 

"Normally, uv course, I do not do realism, except in portraiture. I prefer 
ze freedom of abstract painting." 

"I think you have to be more educated than I am to appreciate most abstract 
art," Jack said. 

"Veil, ees not for everyone," Hans conceded. "Jou haf not ze arts 
background. Wheech reminds me," he sighed, looking at his expensive gold 
watch, "I hav an early appointment und must be off." 

"We were glad to have you, Hans," Jennifer said, smiling prettily. 

"Yeah, you're welcome over here any time," Jack said, standing. 

"I thank jou, und vill return ze compliment." 

Then, which much goodbyes, especially from the women, Hans left, going back 
to his own house. Jamie's plan of hurrying over shortly after was thwarted 
when her mother demanded she come help with the clearing up and dishes. 

"Why can't Stormy do that?" she demanded. 

"Because it's your turn." 

Stormy managed to conceal her glee, but only just. She waited a few minutes, 
then slipped out through the garage and hurried over to Hans' house. He 
opened the door within moments of her knock. 

"Oh, uhm, uh, hi, Mr. Zundel," she said, swallowing nervously. 

"Veil, hello zere Stormy," he smiled, his eyes twinkling. 

She stared up at him and sighed. 

"Vas zere somezeeng jou vanted?" he asked at last. 

"Oh, uhm, yes, you uh, you forgot these?" 

"My keys? Hmmm? Now how could I haf forgotten zeez?" 

"I uh, guess they fell out of your pocket," Stormy gulped. 

"No doubt. Would jou like to come in for a moment?" 

"Oh, I couldn't." 

"I haf a small bottle of wine I promised to jour fadder which jou could take 
back for me." 

"Oh, well, okay," she smiled, stepping gingerly into the house. He closed 
the door and came after. 

"Jhou do not drink wine?" 

"Me? Uh, no, I'm not allowed." 

"In Europe, girls are not treated as such cheeldren. Zey are accorded more 
respect." 

"Wish I was there," she said. 

"Someday jou will, no doubt." 

He put an arm around her and led her through the living room towards the bar 
in one corner. Stormy could hardly breathe she was so excited. 

He led her to the bar, then, gently turned her around smiled down at her. 
She gazed breathlessly back up. 

"Jou are indeed a lovely young woman, Stormee," he smiled. His finger 
brushed aside some of her bangs. 

"Uh ... uh ... uh tha ... tha ... thanks," she gulped. 

"So sweet," he said. 

He bent and Stormy held her breath, then his lips brushed hers so softly and 
lightly she thought she might have imagined it. She closed her eyes, and his 
lips returned, more firmly, pressing against hers. 

Her heart skipped a beat as he leaned into her, his arms going around her 
and pulling her into his body. She felt his warmth and the hardness of his 
muscular frame. His hands stroked her slender back as he leaned into her, 
pressing her back. 

One hand slid up behind her head, holding it firmly as his lips began to 
slide over hers. Stormy, after an eternity of shock, began to kiss him back, 
terrified she would do it wrong. She was engulfed by a shimmering wave of 
heat and lust as his lips moved against hers and his tongue began to dart 
into her mouth. 

Then, with a shock, she realized his other hand was on her behind, squeezing 
and kneading her buttocks as he kissed her. She didn't know what to do about 
that and wasn't thinking straight either. She'd seldom allowed a boy to 
fondle her much, especially not on a first date. 

But then Hans was no boy, and he was a European, and so handsome and 
sophisticated. The last thing she wanted to do was make him think she was 
some shy, gauche American schoolgirl. 

He half lifted her, easing her back onto a bar stool, raising her left leg 
high as he leaned even further forward. He bowed her back across the bar, 
his tongue now dipping and dancing inside her mouth as his lips slipped from 
side to side on hers. 

The hand on her butt had now slipped around in front and after a brief 
caress of her inner thigh, slipped onto her groin, cupping her hot, aching 
pussy mound through her tight jeans. A bolt of raging fire ripped through 
her and she let out a sharp yip of shock. 

Yet with it came the realization that things were moving too fast, far too 
fast. She wanted to push him away, but didn't dare, and wasn't sure she 
could bring herself to anyway. His lips were so soft, so hot, so demanding, 
they were burning her up. 

His hand squeezed and stroked her pussy, kneading her tight, sensitive cunt 
mound through her pants as she unconsciously humped against him. She groaned 
in denial, knowing even more that this was wrong, starting to squirm against 
him. 

He jerked back on her hair, and bit down on her throat. She cried out, her 
mouth opening and closing without words as her chest heaved. He jerked up 
her cropped tank top then, baring her bra-clad breasts. 

Barely had she registered this than his expert fingers had slipped the catch 
from between her cups and bared her firm young breasts entirely. 

"Ha ... Hans!" she gasped, but his lips crushed hers again and his hand 
cupped her left breast, squeezing and kneading it. 

Her legs were spread apart and he was between them, grinding his pelvis into 
her loins as he twisted and squeezed her hard little pink nipple and stuffed 
his tongue down into her mouth. 

She tried to push him away but he had a firm grip on her hair and her body 
was throbbing and pulsing with wild electrical fire, twitching and jerking. 

His hand returned to her groin, squeezing and rubbing it with more and more 
energy now as he tore his lips from hers and fastened them around her left 
breast. He sucked in a mass of tit meat, including her nipple and sucked on 
it as his tongue twirled around the nipple. 

She gasped in astonished shock, rippling waves of fiery sexual heat burning 
through her body as she whimpered and sobbed in pleasure. Her cunt was 
quivering, burning her from inside out. His hands were strong and firm as 
they kneaded her pussy meat. 

She humped back frantically, the fire in her loins overcoming any thoughts 
of resistance. She was no intoxicated beyond restraint by the sex in her 
blood. She mewled and moaned and whined as Hans sucked and licked at her 
nipple and rubbed her sparkling pussy. 

Her breathing was ragged and shallow and she grunted in helpless pleasure as 
her body soared upwards into a powerful orgasm. Her legs were wide apart, 
her right foot on the floor, her left waving in mid-air as Hans kept his big 
hand firmly on the center of her crotch and kneaded her cunt mound. 

His thumb ground into her clitty and she let out a long shuddering breath, 
her head rocking from side to side on the bar as she arched back across the 
edge. Her ass squirmed and twisted on the bar stool and her left foot jerked 
and flailed in mid-air. 

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she stiffened, all the breath leaving 
her body as she felt another towering wave of sexual heat flood her slender 
body. 

Then She went limp, collapsing against the bar as the cum left her. Hans 
continued to suck on her nipple for long seconds, then slid his lips up her 
chest and onto her throat, where he bit lightly. 

She groaned weakly, some of her senses starting to return as her fluttering 
eyelids looked down at the top of Hans' head. He was biting her throat with 
growing passion now and with her returning senses she knew she had to stop 
him. 

The doorbell suddenly rang. He ignored it, his hands squeezing both her 
breasts as he licked and chewed on her throat. 

The bell rang again, and again. 

"Hans?" Jamie's voice called out. Stormy gasped and shoved him away, falling 
forward. She collapsed briefly, then staggered towards the back door. 

"No, wait," Hans gasped. "I vill send her away." 

But Stormy jerked open the french door and stumbled through, and out through 
the back door. He followed her but she gained enough strength to grip the 
top of the fence and climb across. 

His face was a mask of anger as he watched her small, tight behind slip over 
the top and disappear. Slut! Filthy fucking stupid little cunt bitch! Just 
wait, he promised her silently. He would fuck her so hard she couldn't sit 
down for a month! 

He turned back and strode quickly across the room to the front door, then 
yanked it open. Jamie gasped and looked up at him, the smile that started to 
form on her face dying as she saw his anger. "Get in here!" he hissed. 

She gulped and hurried inside and he slammed the door behind her. 

"Vhat are jhou doink here?" he demanded, gripping her hair from behind and 
pulling her head up and back in a painful grip. 

"I ... I came to see you, Hans," she gasped. 

"Did I tell jou to come here? Hmmm?" 

"N ... n ... noooo," she whimpered. 

"Fuckeenk whore!" he snarled. 

His other hand whirled around and shot up into her crotch, hitting hard and 
then locking tightly on her soft pussy pad. She cried out in pain, her arms 
flailing out at either side as he bent her head back even further and mashed 
her cunt in hard strong fingers. 

"Please! Uhhnnn! Don't!" she begged. "You're ... you're hurt ... hurting 
meee!" 

"Do jou theenk I care?" he growled. 

"Jou vant to be fucked? Ees zat eet? Hmm? Veil zen, I vill take care uv 
zat!" 

He gripped the hem of her skirt in both hands and ripped it upwards. The 
tight sheath pulled inside out and tore upwards off her body with enough 
force to almost tear her arms off as he ripped it over her shoulders. 

He flung it aside as she staggered off balance, clad in the sexy black 
panties and bra she'd purchased that day. He ignored them except to 
forcefully rip her bra apart between the cups, and tear her panties upwards 
so hard they dug up painfully hard into her cunt slit and then tore apart. 

She cried out again, sobbing in fear and pain as he gripped her hair and 
forced her to her knees, then kept pressing further, mashing her face down 
into the carpet. 

"Spread jour legs, slut!" he snarled. "Rhaise jour ass in ze air!" 

Whimpering, she did as he ordered, her eyes wide as he undid his pants and 
then dropped to his knees behind her. He jerked his cock out and rubbed it 
up and down against her snatch, muttering angrily in German as his hands 
slapped down hard on her buttocks. 

He squeezed her ass cheeks hard, then fitted the nose of his now erect cock 
against her slit and drove forward with all his strength. Jamie screamed as 
she was impaled on his mighty shaft, his hard cockhead thrusting deep into 
her belly. 

She felt herself stabbed, high inside the center of her guts, but as his 
hands clamped down hard on her behind she could do nothing but cry and jerk 
and claw at the rug with her fingers. He drew back slightly, and as she 
attempted to rise, he shoved down hard on the back of her head, mashing her 
face into the carpet again. 

Once more his cock slammed into her, driving like a steel spike into the 
center of her being, high up inside her lower belly, mashing and squashing 
her cervix as the pain flooded her system. 

"Ohhhh! OHhhhh, Stooooop! Nooooo!" 

But he ignored her. The stupid slut had cost him what he believed to be a 
cherry. Even now he would be sticking his cock in fresh bloody virgin cunt 
if it had not been for her. He tore his cock back and rammed it forward, his 
fingers like claws on her flanks as he began to fuck her in spiteful 
vengeance, using his cock as a weapon to pummel her cervix. 

She grunted and whimpered and moaned, crying out piteously as his cock 
ripped back and forth inside her tender pussy tunnel. Tears filled her eyes 
as her body was inundated with pain. Her insides were jerking and quivering 
and turning inside out as the sharp aching stabs throbbed and pulsed 
throughout her body. 

He cursed her in German, ignoring her sniveling and whimpering as he 
battered her slight frame with his heavy, muscular body. Each powerful blow 
of his hips crushed her soft buttocks and rocked her forward on her 
shoulders. 

His cock sliced between her pussy lips as he rutted into her with savage 
force. The long, fat, hard tube of male flesh slashed across her tender pink 
flesh, scouring it with brutal speed as he punished her for impertinence. 

He would have many women here over the coming years and had no intention of 
being interrupted by this ignorant piece of trash. He would show her not to 
do anything without permission. 

He reached down and gripped her thick red hair, the hair she had brushed so 
carefully before coming over, mashing it in a tight ball and lifting her 
upper body off the floor. She screamed, her hands reaching back to grip his 
wrist as he pulled her face and chest off the floor. 

"On jour hands und knees, slut," he hissed. "On all fours like ze beetch dog 
in heat!" 

Her fingers clawed at the rug and then found purchase as he let go of her 
hair. She gasped and panted and whined in fear and pain as he rutted into 
her with brutal speed. He gripped her waist again, jerking her ass back 
against him as he spiked his cock up into her. 

He fucked as hard and fast as he could, sneering and cursing her as she 
whined and sobbed and whimpered continuously. A particularly brutal thrust 
knocked her off her knees and he slapped furiously at her, his open hand 
striking the side of her face, then the side of her breast as she writhed 
and wriggled onto her side. 

He knelt over her left leg, gripping her right and forcing it straight up. 
She cried out in pain as he tore her leg open. She turned wild eyes down at 
him as she lay helplessly on her side. She thought her leg would come out of 
its socket as he forced it up and back. 

His big cock ripped into her pussy again, as he jerked her trembling body 
back against him. He pressed forward, mashing his chest against her leg to 
hold it back, then grabbing her hair with his left hand and her right tit 
with his other. 

He squeezed both, pulling back on her hair to force her head back even as he 
ripped her tit downwards. Using both for leverage, he fucked down into her 
faster than any wild eyed dog had ever imagined. 

She was spread wide, utterly vulnerable as his heavy framed body smashed 
down into her crotch like a jack hammer, his cock drilling deep into her 
belly as he tore at her tits and hair. She gurgled helplessly, her mind 
spinning as her body bounced in time to his hyper-speed rutting. 

But then Hans gained some control of his anger. It was rather early, his 
control of her not yet complete. Too much brutality too early, could 
conceivably drive her away in fear. 

He slowed his wild pumping, his hands coming free. There were red lines on 
her breast where his fingers had dug in. He growled and muttered to himself, 
then rolled forward on top of her. He gathered her in his arms and rolled 
onto his back, taking her over on top, kissing her tenderly. 

She continued to sniffle as his hands stroked her body. She was still 
impaled on his bloated fuck-wand, but he was hardly humping at all inside 
her, leashing his temper, for now. 

His hand slid down her back and down along the crack between her perfect 
round buttocks, down between her legs to stroked her pussy mound. He 
murmured softly, comfortingly as he nuzzled his lips against the side of her 
neck and held the sobbing girl. 

"Yo ... you hurt me," she sniffled. 

"Shhhh," he whispered. "Eet vas only zat jour bodee drives me so vild, 
Jamee," he cooed. 

His fingers found her clitty and rubbed it gently as he held her tightly 
against him. He licked along her throat as he humped softly upwards. 

A month from now, he promised himself, he would rip the flesh from her back 
for interrupting him like that. 

But for now ... 

He slid his lips softly over hers and kissed her. She continued to sniffle 
and gulp back tears for long minutes, then began to respond as his stroking 
finger made the heat rise inside her. Soon she was smiling, even though her 
face was stained with tears. 

He pushed her upwards, got her to kneel above him, and let her ride joyfully 
up and down on his cock, holding himself back as she humped in blissful 
glee, riding his prong like a child on a mechanical horse. 

She came, arching her back and groaning in pleasure. His fingers kneaded her 
breasts as he humped faster into her, but when she collapsed onto his chest 
he rolled them onto their sides and simply hugged her tight, humping slowly 
until she had regained her breath. 

She practically purred against him, burying her face in his shoulder. 

He rolled her over and mashed his lips down. She kissed back passionately. 
He lifted her legs up, scooping them high and shoving them back against her 
chest as he began to fuck harder. She squealed in surprise, then hugged her 
own legs back as he began to thrust down into her. 

It did not occur to her that she was in a demeaning position, nor did she 
mind when Hans began to pound his hips down against her very sore buttocks. 
His cock stroked furiously over her clitty, quickly raising her to the 
heights of ecstasy again ... then hurling her off. 

And as his cum drained down into her spasming, writhing body, she called out 
her love to him again and again, shuddering with the pleasure inflicted on 
her body. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Stormy was shaking as she made it back into her bedroom. She closed and 
locked the door, then fell back against it, panting and gulping in air. Her 
bra was still open, she noted, but her breasts felt warm, not cool. 

Her crotch felt hot and damp and greasy, her panties clinging to her cunt 
crack. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide as she tried to understand what 
had just happened, and what had almost happened. 

As a tomboy, Stormy had hardly dated at all. The furthest she'd ever gone 
with a guy, aside from Hans, was when Tony Reilly got his hand under her 
bathing suit once and groped her naked breast for several seconds before 
she'd knocked his hand away. 

And now she'd almost ... she'd been on the verge ... 

Stormy was not very sophisticated about these things but she had no doubts 
about what Hans was about to do to her. 

Of course, all men wanted that, so that wasn't very unusual. What was 
strange, frighteningly strange, was how her will had collapsed, how she'd 
let him get her bra open, let him grope, hell, let him lick and suck on her 
nipples! 

She still could hardly believe it, nor could she believe he'd jerked her off 
through her jeans. She checked again to make sure the door was locked, then 
lifted her crop top up and off, shrugged off her already open bra, kicked 
off her shoes, and skimmed out of her jeans. 

Her panties were soaking where they had dug up into her cleft and she jerked 
them off and flung them in the corner, then went into the bathroom to clean 
herself off. She was ashamed of herself, wondering in misery what Hans must 
think of her. 

He probably thought she was a cheap whore for letting him do so much to her, 
she thought. 

It did not occur to her to be mad at him. After all, he just acted like all 
guys did. It was her that had failed in her responsibility. 

Her crotch was very wet with her pussy juices and her face turned crimson at 
the thought of Hans feeling how wet she was. She thanked God he hadn't 
gotten her pants open, hadn't been able to get his hand down inside to feel 
her moisture. 

She turned on the water and sat on the edge of the tub, then reached down 
and splashed water from the faucet up into her crotch. She picked up a cup 
and filled it, then poured it over her pussy. She spread her legs wide, 
picking up a bar of soap and soaping herself up. 

She stroked herself with soapy fingers, her mind playing and replaying the 
hot, passionate scene with Hans, her body reliving the heat and lust she'd 
felt for the first time ever. As her mind drifted a bit, her fingers 
continued stroking her cunt cleft, the slippery digits rubbing back and 
forth over her clitty. 

The tingling warmth brought her back to reality, but she was not dismayed, 
stroking with more intent now. Her breasts were hard, her nipples erect. She 
squeezed them together with her upper arms as she brought both hands into 
her crotch and fingered her pussy. 

She continued to stroke her fingers across her clit as the fingers of her 
other hand separated her cunt lips and probed at her fuck tunnel. She winced 
a bit as she slowly, slowly wriggled a single finger up inside her tight 
cunt tube. 

It felt good. It felt natural. There was some aching, but not much, and she 
pushed it deeper, pressing from side to side, up, down, back and forth, as 
though to stretch her pussy tunnel wider, make room for bigger and better 
things. 

She gasped as the heat flooded her body. Her fingers stroked faster and 
faster against her clitty as she wriggled her finger inside her snatch box. 
Her eyes closed, and her mind replayed the scene with Hans, only this time 
he held her naked in his arms and buried his penis inside her. 

Her mind soared at the thought, and her body was engulfed in flames at the 
lewdness of the raw, carnal image. To have a man, a man like Hans inside 
her! To feel his ... his thing moving inside her pussy, inside her very 
womb! 

She groaned, her head falling back as she thrust her finger harder, pumping 
it insider her tube as she frigged her clitty with her soapy fingers. Her 
naked ass cheeks squirmed on the cold hard enamel of the tub as the pleasure 
mounted within her and drove all coherent thought from her frazzled mind. 

She came, grunting and moaning as she humped against her fingers, thinking 
of Hans, of his soft lips and hard muscular torso as they pressed against 
her, thinking of his near naked body as she'd seen it the other day. 

* * * 

If her daughters were quiet that night, and that quiet lasted through the 
next morning, Jennifer did not notice it. Stormy left for a volleyball game, 
while Jamie went to the mall to shop. With Adam gone out and Jack working 
that left her alone in the house. 

She was startled then to look up and see movement out of the corner of her 
eye. She recognized Hans' sweet smile almost at once as he waved at her 
through the glass doors. 

"Hello there," she said, smiling up at him. 

"Goot Morgen, Genneefehr," he said. "I took ze short cut overh jour fence. I 
hope jhou do not mind?" 

"Oh no, go right ahead," she smiled. 

"I haf brought somezeeng for jhou," he said, smiling shyly and holding out a 
rolled up paper. She reached out for it and he gripped her hand suddenly, 
drawing it up to his lips so he could kiss the back. 

"I vas inspired last night," he said, handing her the rolled up paper. 

Jennifer swallowed to clear her throat and took the paper, then unrolled it. 
It was a drawing, done in pencil or charcoal, of her. 

She was wearing the dress from last night, her straight hair perfectly 
coiffed, not a hair out of place. Her face was sensual, with a knowing curve 
to her lips. Her breasts pushed out firmly against her dress, rather more 
firmly than she remembered, the dress appearing to strain under the 
pressure. 

The dress was also much shorter than in reality, and her legs were bare to 
well above the knee, her legs perfectly proportioned and sculpted. 

"Uhm, it's beautiful," she said, meaning it, flattered beyond measure. She 
really did look like a sexy knockout in the picture. She only wished the 
real dress looked as good on her as the way Hans drew it. 

"I don't think I looked nearly that good, though," she smiled. 

"To me, jhou did," he said, his eyes sparkling. She blushed a bit and turned 
her eyes downwards, hiding them from him as she looked at the picture. 

"I vuld be most grateful if jhou vould let me paint jhou," he said. 

"Really? You want to pain me?" she gulped. 

"Yes," he said, eyes suddenly very intense. "Zees moment! Een ze morneenk 
light!" 

"Oh, I don't know," she said, flattered, yet embarrassed. 

"Jes, I must paint jhou!" 

"But ... but ... " 

"Cum!" He took her hand and led her out of the kitchen, then down the hall 
and upstairs. 

"But ... but where are we going?" she gasped, trotting to keep up with him. 

They moved unerringly into the master bedroom, but just as she began to be 
alarmed at this he swept her past the bed and over to the closet, letting go 
of her hand to pull the doors open and study the clothing inside. 

"What on earth are you looking for?" She asked. 

He pulled out a dress, then shoved it back, taking out another. 

"Yes," he said, sweeping it around and putting it up against her. It was a 
pure white gown, thin and silky, low cut with spaghetti straps. 

"I shall paint jhou een zees!" 

"Oh no, I couldn't." 

"Uv course you could, and shall! Cum." 

"But, but, I'm not sure that even fits me anymore. I haven't worn it in 
years." 

"No matter." 

He led her back downstairs, then out through the front door and across the 
lawn to his house. 

"I'm not sure of this, Hans," she gasped, struggling to keep up with him. "I 
should ask Jack." 

"To be painted? Do not be absurd. Jhou are a grown woman. I must capture 
jhour beauty on my canvas." 

She blushed at this and then they were at his door and inside. He led her 
upstairs again, and down the hall to a room with a skylight. There were 
several paintings in various stages of completion occupying tripods there. 
There were also tables with scattered brushes and paints, and in the middle 
of the room was a tall block of stone, with some pieces chipped out. 

He led her to a screen and around behind it. 

"Change quickly while I prepare," he said imperiously. 

"But Hans ... " 

He disappeared around the screen and she stood there uncertainly, still 
clutching the white dress. It was a particularly sexy number Jack had once 
bought for her. She'd only worn it a couple of times to please him. It was 
rather more revealing than she usually dared. 

Still, the idea of being painted by Hans, in this dress, was not only 
tremendously flattering, but more than a little arousing. Even wearing the 
dress around him would be exciting. He exuded such a raw animal magnetism, 
such a deep, sensual maleness, that she found herself having raw, graphic 
thoughts. 

She stripped off her dress and then put on the white gown. She had to remove 
her bra then, and did it quickly for fear he would come around the screen 
and see her topless. She pulled the straps up over her shoulders and 
adjusted the front of the dress to cover most of her breasts. 

She looked down at a deep cleavage, the cups of the gown straining even more 
than the picture Hans had drawn of her. I can't wear this, she said to 
herself, starting to remove it. 

Then Hans came around the screen. 

"Perfect," he cried. 

"But ... " 

He pulled her out from behind the screen and placed her beneath the 
skylight, then released her hand and stepped back a few feet, studying her. 

She blushed and her eyes looked away. Her breathing grew somewhat faster and 
she tried to ease her heart. 

"Like zo," he said, his hand pressing against her chest just above her 
breasts, pushing her gently back. His other hand pressed against the small 
of her back as he positioned her body to his liking. 

"Tilt jour head back like zo," he said, pushing her head back, then cocking 
it slightly to one side. 

She felt her breasts pushing hard against the thin fabric, and didn't dare 
look for fear her nipples were thrusting out visibly against it. 

He rushed back to his easel and began to paint, looking at her, then the 
canvas, then her, then the canvas. She held her position, feeling very 
strange inside. 

After a half hour he frowned and scurried over to her, studying her up 
close. He took her arm and raised it up, putting her hand behind her head. 
Then he slipped the strap off her other shoulder, so that side of the dress 
slipped down slightly. 

"Hans!" 

"Do not be shy. Ees only a leetle beet. Mien Gott, jhou Hamericans, jhou are 
all so frightened uv jhour own flesh." 

"I'm not ... not frightened," she gulped. 

He returned to his easel and painted some more. 

"Arch jhour back more," he called after twenty minutes. She complied. 

But he frowned and came back again, studying her intensely. 

"Wait. Let me try somezeeng," he said, pulling her arm back down and undoing 
the other strap. He pulled her dress down, baring her breasts and she 
squealed and covered them with her arms, her eyes wide with shock. 

"Hans!" 

"Shhh, like zo," he said, adjusting the dress so it hung around her hips. He 
pulled one arm away from her breasts, leaving one across them, her hand on 
her breast. 

"Yes!" 

"No, no," she said, blushing furiously. 

"Yes. Do not be afraid, jhou show noteenk. See?" 

"But ... but ... " 

"Jhour shoulders are so beautiful, so smooth and soft. Zeyr perfect lines 
must not be distorted by zees straps." 

"Oh, I don't know, Hans," she whined. 

"Trust me. Jhou are beautiful, ze venus." 

So, with her left arm uplifted, and her right across her right breast, hand 
covering her left, she stood there in the sunlight as he painted 
frantically. 

She felt intensely sexual, despite Hans' apparent lack of interest in her as 
a sexual person. She was practically naked with the most gorgeous hunk of 
male flesh she had ever seen, and he was an artist too! How could any red 
blooded woman not be deeply aroused? 

It was a short step from there to baring more of her breasts, then turning 
to present her behind as he let the dress fall around her ankles. From there 
he got her to expose one breast completely, then both. And finally, before 
she knew it, or could understand how she had permitted it, she was standing 
utterly nude, her arms up high above her and stretched wide, her back arched 
as she "greeted the world", according to Hans. 

Her mind whirled and churned as she stood there. He was an artist, she kept 
telling herself. Nudity is nothing special to him. There's nothing immoral 
about doing this, nothing shocking or lewd. 

Yet her body tingled with heat, her pussy fairly dripping with it. Her 
breasts were firm and hard as she arched her back, her nipples sticking out 
like erasers. 

And then Hans was beside her again, his fingers trailing along her back, 
sliding up and down her spine as he urged her to arch just a bit more. His 
hand lay flat on her belly as he stood behind her. It rose, slid upwards, 
going between her jutting breasts to push against her breast bone. 

And as she stood there, trembling with barely contained heat, his hand slid 
down between her breasts, down her belly and down between her thighs to cup 
her pussy mound and squeeze upwards. A blast of heat poured through her and 
she gasped in pleasure. 

Then she widened her eyes and turned to him in shock. He smiled knowingly, 
sliding around beside her, his other hand sliding through her hair, pulling 
her head back. 

He engulfed her then, his arms sliding around her and pulling her into his 
body as his teeth and lips slid along the nape of her neck. With a trembling 
groan she hugged him tightly, moaning in passion as her naked flesh ground 
into his body. 

His hands stroked her body as his lips sought and then caught hers. They 
kissed passionately, her lust making her wild with need. Her hands gripped 
the front of his shirt and tore it open, then roughly stroked his bare 
chest. 

He cupped her ass and lifted. Her arms went around his shoulders and she 
jumped up against him, mashing her lips excitedly against his as he turned 
and carried her over to a nearby table. He set her down on it and her arm 
slipped from his shoulders as she lay back. 

He slipped the remains of his shirt off and she gasped in appreciation as 
her wide eyes took in the powerful, well muscled torso. He smiled down at 
her, bending then and mashing his lips against her, grinding his crotch into 
her naked pussy as their arms clutched each other. 

He drew back, shoving his pants down and taking out his bulging erection. 
She spread her legs wide, looking down at it in wonder, as if she couldn't 
believe she was seeing it, couldn't believe what she was doing. 

He rubbed the nose up and down against her cunt cleft. 

"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh Jesus, what am I doing?" 

He pressed his cockhead against the center of her slit, cleaving her lips, 
forcing them in and back, penetrating her with his hard cockhead, pushing it 
into her slowly, feeling her tight cunt walls sliding open before it. 

He pressed it half-way in, then leaned forward, dropping his chest onto her, 
encircling her with his arms even as her own came up around him. He thrust 
forward then, feeling her shudder as his cock drove deep inside. 

He buried it in her tight, wet belly, their lips mashing hotly, hungrily as 
he ground his pelvis into her soft flesh. He crushed her full round breasts 
beneath his powerfully muscled chest as their tongues slithered together, 
first in her mouth, then his, then hers again. 

His right hand slipped beneath her ass, jerking her up against him as his 
left slid through her hair and seized control of her head. With her locked 
tight against him he began humping into her, his cock driving in and out of 
her velvety depths. 

She moaned and shook, then came, grunting wildly as he humped frenziedly 
into her. Her eyes were wide and wild, her body racked by convulsions as he 
ground his cock over her clitty. Her legs clutched him tightly, her fee 
beating at his ass while she strained against him. 

Then, with a long quavering sigh of escaping air, she fell back limp, her 
legs unclenching, dropping down. He smiled, straightening, pulling his lips 
free from her panting mouth. 

He stood straight, his hands on her breasts, molding and squeezing them as 
he slowly pumped his cock inside her. He used the full length of his organ, 
slowly, calmly, running the long tube of flesh in and out of her hot, 
sweating body. 

She lay there and looked up at him, dazed and weak. He lifted her legs then, 
lifted them high, holding them by the ankles as he held them apart, straight 
out like a V. He fucked straight up into her body, his cock sawing over her 
clit with growing speed as he held her firmly by the ankles. 

Jennifer sighed in pleasure, her head rolling from side to side on the 
table, her hands clutching the edge below her as the cock ran in and out of 
her belly. She closed her eyes, moaning in delight. 

He fucked steadily, his brows furrowed in concentration. Jennifer began to 
hump against him, grunting with each new thrust, her head jerking again on 
the table as the power of the sexual heat rose anew inside her belly. 

And then she came, crying out in gladness, clutching him to her as he bent 
and clasped his arms around her to throw a flurry of thrusts into her 
quivering, spasming fuck box. 

Hardly had she recovered when he was down on his knees, hands forcing her 
thighs wide as he began to lick and suck on her drooling pussy. She watched 
him with wide eyes, until her vision spun and she came again, then again, 
then yet again, bouncing wildly on the table as his tongue drove her through 
madness. 

Yet before each cum he would stop, and as she squirmed helplessly he would 
make her beg for release. She did so, whining and begging, saying the most 
terrible, carnal, sluttish things just to get his tongue and fingers back on 
her pussy. 

She was squirming in pleasure, three fingers pumping inside her, then a 
fourth. When the pain finally made it through her shattered senses and she 
looked down she saw five fingers inside her straining snatch. 

"Haaaaaaans," she said, as if in a dream. 

The pressure mounted on her aching pussy lips, mounted to the point of a 
sharp pain that made her cry out. Then it eased, and she felt a bloated 
sensation inside her gut. She tried to focus her eyes as it pushed deeper 
inside her. 

"Wha ... wha ... " 

She saw her cunt lips wrapped around his wrist. His entire hand was inside 
her, inside her cunt. She could feel his knuckles against her pussy walls, 
and her eyes opened wide in wonder as he wiggled his fingers inside her, 
opening them and pressing them against the walls of her cunt tube. 

"OOOHhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned. 

He snorted in derision as he moved his hand deeper. He felt the very bottom 
of the whore's cunt, then began to draw in his fingers. 

Jennifer felt his fingers draw in one by one, gasping and shuddering each 
time. Then he had them all closed, formed into a big fat hard fist inside 
her, a fist that began to move forward. 

"NOoooooooooo," she sobbed, wriggling helplessly. 

"Yes," he snapped. 

His oiled hand drove up inside her until he could grind his knuckles against 
her cervix, then, as the woman thrashed and jerked and shook through a 
massive orgasm, he slid his other hand onto her throat and squeezed tightly. 

Her eyes bulged and she jerked spastically, but made no effort to dislodge 
his hand as her vision blurred and her head pounded. The choking increased 
the power of the cum, her mind exploding with star busts of cataclysmic 
sexual energy. 

He let her throat go only when she began to pass out, his hand stroking and 
squeezing her breasts instead. 

He began to slowly pump his fist inside her snatch, working it back and 
forth inside her. He wished he could ram his fist in all the way, shove his 
arm in up to the shoulder. 

He fucked harder, his free hand rougher on her breasts as he pumped his fist 
within her. 

Her legs began to bounce and jerk and her body to thrash wildly, as though 
undergoing an epileptic fit. He struggled to hold her down as he pumped his 
fist inside her, trying to avoid her wildly flailing arms and legs as she 
howled in maniacal sexual release. 

"Hold still, slut," he snarled, punching his fist up into her belly with 
greater and greater force. Finally, angrily, he rotated his fist within her 
and flipped her onto her side, then onto her belly. He held her hair like 
the reins of a horse then as he repeatedly punched his fist up into her fuck 
tunnel. 

She grunted like a hog, which was what she reminded him of. He fucked her 
steadily for long minutes, through another cum, then finally eased his cock 
back down the length of her fuck pipe, plucking it free with no small 
effort. 

She lay limp and exhausted, whimpering lightly, her body twitching and 
jerking. Hans took his still hard cock and thrust it into her, then fucked 
furiously for long minutes before spilling his seed inside her boiling 
belly. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Stormy had watched carefully from her bedroom window, but couldn't see him. 
She wondered if he was even home. What was he doing? Was he painting? Was he 
wearing that thong thing? Her mind was filled with images of him, and she 
couldn't, no matter how hard she tried, escape the grip of lust he had 
inspired in her. 

She wandered down into the back yard and peered over the fence, looking 
towards the windows of his house. There were wide french doors there, the 
ones she's run out of. No curtain covered them, but the reflected light of 
the sun made it impossible to see through, at least from here. 

She wandered around in the back yard for a while, hoping he would come out, 
but he didn't. Finally, she eased closer to the fence, then climbed it and 
slipped down behind a bush in his back yard. 

Her heart was pounding as she scanned the house. There was no sign of life. 
She half crawled, half ran across to the wall, standing flat against it, her 
chest heaving. She berated herself for being stupid, but didn't leave. 

She peered around the corner into the living room. It was empty, with no 
sign that anybody was home. She dared to reach up and try the door, but it 
was locked. She moved along the wall, then stopped beneath the kitchen 
window. 

She heard the faint sound of cries coming through the window, a woman's 
cries. She thought they sounded vaguely familiar, but they were faint and 
filled with emotion. No! They were filled with pleasure! 

She listened more intently, and heard the groaning of a man, a deep, throaty 
growl of victory. Then she heard the woman, crying out in counterpoint, 
screaming her pleasure. 

She blushed red, her face, then her entire body turning hot. She was 
assaulted by conflicting emotions. She was embarrassed at eavesdropping on 
something so private, yet was aroused by the images that came to her mind, 
the images of Hans and some faceless, beautiful woman locked in carnal 
embrace, crying out their ecstasy as orgasm took them. 

But also she felt anger, and betrayal, that he would make love to another 
woman. She knew that was stupid, for hadn't she run from him the other 
night, leaving him alone. She certainly had no claim on him. 

And, she was sure, Hans Zundel was a deeply sexual being, a man of raw, 
sexual energy, vibrant and fiery, a man to pleasure many women, not just 
one. How many had cried out at his touch, she wondered. 

Her pussy bubbled over at the thought, and at the realization that, had it 
not been for Jamie, she would almost certainly have been one of them. 

She didn't pause to wonder what Jamie had wanted, didn't care either. She 
rubbed her pussy through her shorts, then scuttled back over the fence, and 
up to her room, where she yanked down her shorts and panties and jerked off 
two three consecutive cums. 

Jamie's wrists ached, her arms hurt, and her shoulders were afire with pain. 
But the worst pain was right below her arms, in her armpits, where it felt 
like her arms were tearing off. 

"Haaaaaaaans," she moaned. 

"Quiet," he snapped, not taking his eyes off his canvas, his brush moving 
swiftly. 

Jamie's toes twitched a scant inch from the floor. Her arms were held 
tightly in separate leather restraints high above her head, wide apart. She 
had been hanging like this for over an hour now as Hans painted, and she 
didn't know how much longer she could stay sane. 

Her body felt separated. There were her arms and shoulders, numbed and 
aching, and her head and chest down to, say, her belly button, no, not that 
far, down to just below her ribs. Everything below that was just a heavy, 
mass of flesh dragging her down, not part of her at all. 

It had felt so sexy, so sensuous at first when Hans had bound her wrists and 
hung her here, but now she was aching and wanted to come down. She still 
felt sexy, still fantasized every few seconds about being some princess 
captured by some evil pirates, but her discomfort overshadowed this. 

It had been only a few hours since he had seduced and taken her mother. Even 
now the partially completed picture of her lay propped in the corner. Now he 
completed sketching the redhead, capturing the play of muscles along her 
chest and belly as she hung there by the wrists. 

It was an exquisite sight, and she was made for such things. Her breasts 
protruded so perfectly like this, so firm and high and round, the flesh 
tight, taut. 

He was himself becoming aroused by it, and only his dedication to his art 
kept him sketching as the girl moaned and swayed on the chains. 

Finally, he sketched the last line and put his pencil down. He moved across 
to her, stopping in front to look down into her eyes. She pulled her head up 
and back, not without effort, and blinked up at him. 

"Jhou vant down, hmmmm?" 

"If you want, Hans," she said, her eyes wide. 

"Should I fuck jhou?" 

"Oh yes, Hans, Please!" 

"Are you a whore?" 

"Yes, Hans," she gulped. 

"A slut?" 

"Yes, Hans." 

"A cheap tramp?" 

"Yes, Hans," she gasped. 

"Jhou vant zees?" 

He cupped his crotch and she looked down. 

"Ye ... yessss," she moaned. 

"Say it." 

"I want it." 

"What?" 

"You ... your cock. I want your cock." 

"Do jhou now?" 

"Yes," she whimpered. 

He moved around behind her, his hand stroking her buttocks, then sliding 
beneath to squeeze her ass, sliding deeper, in between her thighs, cupping 
her pussy mound. She moaned and opened her legs for him. 

Two fingers slid up inside her as he pulled her head back and began to lick 
and suck on the nape of her neck. She whimpered and trembled in her bonds, 
her head falling back against him. 

Then he pulled away, moving back. She gasped and turned her head around, 
trying to see behind her. 

Then something touched her between the thighs, nudging her pussy mound. She 
gulped and squirmed slightly, but could do little as a smooth, rounded thing 
began to poke and prod at her cunt slit. There was a sudden click and she 
realized it was the vibrator. 

It purred against her cunt, sending vibrations of lust deep into her groin. 
Hans pressed the side of the device up against her cunt cleft, mashing it 
against her soft flesh, forcing it up into her crack and then sawing it back 
and forth like he was trying to cut her apart. 

He angled it upwards then so the buzzing device would ride across her clitty 
as it sawed between her pussy lips. Jamie gasped and spread her legs a 
little, opening herself up to the thing as Hans pressed the nose against her 
cunt, then slid it up inside her. 

She could feel the thing buzzing and vibrating from deep inside her belly, 
and it was an incredibly erotic sensation to her. Her body shuddered as the 
vibrator made her pussy juice bubble with heat and sent its rapturous 
vibrations up along her spine to her brain. 

Hans pumped it slowly up and down inside her juicing cunt box, fighting the 
pull and squeeze of her flexing pussy muscles. He took it out then ground 
the head against her clitty, making Jamie cry out, her eyes lifted towards 
the light streaming through the skylight as her body began to twitch and 
jerk with pleasure. 

Hans shoved it deep into her slit again, almost burying the thing inside 
her. She moaned in some pain as the nose smashed against her cervix and 
could go no further. Hans bit the side of the whimpering girl's throat as he 
slid his right hand around her waist and brought his fingers down between 
her thighs, where they stroked her pulsing clitty. 

Abruptly then, he slid his hand in deeper, so his palm was beneath the butt 
of the vibrator which protruded an inch or so from her cunt crack. He 
interlocked the fingers of both hands beneath her crotch, directly under the 
vibrator. 

Then, with a powerful surge of strength, he yanked upwards with both hands. 

Jamie's eyes bulged and her head jerked back hard enough to cause whiplash. 
She stiffened, her entire body trembling violently as Hans' great strength 
actually lifted her upwards, taking all her weight. 

The vibrator punched up deeper into her belly, and Hans began to jerk 
repeatedly with his hands, mashing them up into her soft, pulpy cunt mound 
until the bottom of the hard plastic vibrator had disappeared inside the 
convulsing girl and her pussy lips had locked closed again. 

Jamie's head jerked back repeatedly, spasmodically, her body twitching, 
jerking and shaking as her lips opened and a gurgling moan of agony and 
pleasure emerged. Her feet danced and shook as her legs flopped about 
helplessly. 

Hans slid his nude body around behind her, his cock bulging with barely 
restrained lust, poking her hip, then her buttocks, then pressing in between 
her spasming thighs. He took the cock in his hand, having abandoned his grip 
on the writhing girl's cunt mound and fitted it against her anus. 

He pressed the cockhead into her hole, punching repeatedly, then finally 
forcing the sphincter open enough to let it through. His hands then gripped 
the quivering redhead's thighs and spread her legs apart, even as her 
shuddering began to slow. 

He slowly forced his cock up into the whimpering, moaning teenager, holding 
her twitching thighs in hard steel hands as he forced more and more cock up 
her ass. 

"OHhhhh! OHOhhhh! Whaaa ... whhaaaaaa ... " Jamie gasped. 

Hans drew back slightly, waited, then slowly eased his cock upwards once 
more, working her anus open for the hard rutting he intended to soon follow. 

"Noooooooo!" Jamie whimpered, having just regained some control of her 
senses. 

"Jhou vanted zis," he grinned evilly. 

"Noooooo! Not ... not there," she gasped. 

"Zees asshole vas made to be fooked," he sneered. 

He drew back a long length of cock meat, then jerked her legs apart and back 
and thrust hard, slamming six more inches of fuck wand up her tail. 

Jamie cried out in shock and pain, her dazed eyes seeing double as she was 
assaulted by waves of pain. She'd heard, vaguely, about such things but 
thought them the products of perverted boys' imaginations. The idea that 
some guy would actually want to shove his cock up THERE was not something 
she had ever seriously considered. 

But now she could feel the hard, thick cock making its way up her asshole 
and she was helpless to do anything to stop it. Her legs were open at almost 
a ninety degree angle, and Hans' kept such a tight grip on them that she 
couldn't close them. 

Even if she could she didn't think that would stop his cock from going up 
THERE. She turned her senses away from the purring device in her cunt and 
concentrated fully, with growing abhorrence, as the thick male organ pushed 
higher and deeper into her rectum. 

Her asshole hurt, it burned, it stung, as Hans pulled out several inches, 
then forced them back in. His cock hurt whether it was going in or out she 
realized with horror. 

And then he gave a particularly hard thrust, his hands yanking her legs 
backwards as he buried the entire log of a cock up her asshole. 

Jamie's eyes rolled and for a moment she thought she would pass out. But she 
didn't. Her asshole felt bloated and uncomfortable as the big cock occupied 
every last inch of space. 

He ground his crotch against her buttocks, scratching the soft space along 
her ass crack with his harsh pubic hair. His loins mashed into her soft 
buttocks as his hands jerked back repeatedly on her thighs. 

He began to lick and suck on her neck again, his cock buried up her asshole 
unmoving. She whimpered but did nothing as he began to slowly hump against 
her, using very, very small strokes. 

Gradually, she felt less pain in her anus as the muscles were worked open, 
and with the diminished pain she began to feel again the pleasure pumping 
into her cunt box from the purring vibrator. She sensed that her belly was 
filled with the two hard thick tubes, one flesh, one plastic and 
electronics. 

Hans used longer strokes now, almost three inches, pumping his thick cock up 
her tail with enough strength for her to feel it scraping against her 
insides. She still felt repulsed by the anal raping, but at the same time 
she was aroused by how lewd and sluttish it was to get fucked in the ass. 

She wondered what her mother would say if she knew that at this very moment 
she was just next door hanging naked from her wrists, a big vibrator buzzing 
in her snatch as a man perhaps twice her age raped her asshole. 

The thought excited her tremendously. 

As the pain faded almost entirely, and Hans began to fuck into her with 
longer strokes, she actually began to enjoy the hard anal rutting. The big 
cock pumping up her rectum didn't feel as good as it did up her gash, but 
the hard impact of Hans' hips against her buttocks made her gasp in 
pleasure, especially when combined with the buzzing sex toy lodged in her 
belly. 

Her head rolled weakly to one side and Hans opened his mouth wide, clamping 
his teeth down on the nape of her neck on the other side. He bit down hard 
as he humped even faster into her anus, jarring and jolting her body with 
the force of his strokes. 

Jamie's eyes were unfocused, her body quivering spastically as the pleasure 
overwhelmed her senses and burned through her frayed mental stability. Her 
mind spiraled upwards into a flashing sexual light show that made 
multi-colored stars burst before her mental eyes. 

She hardly knew where she was, or who she was. All she knew of or cared 
about was the pleasure shooting upwards from her crotch. She was a helpless 
sexual mass of flesh, responding to the electrical stimuli of blissful 
pleasure. 

Again and again Hans smashed into her buttocks, increasing the force by 
jerking back sharply on her spread legs, bowing her lower body upwards as he 
crammed every last inch of cock up her rear orifice. 

He skewered the whimpering, gasping, grunting little redhead, pounding his 
fuck pole up her guts with deliberate power and strength, making her body 
bounce and jerk with the force of his hammer blow thrusts. 

As she came repeatedly, her asshole bounced and jerked around his prong, 
squeezing and sucking furiously as he tore it back then rammed it forward. 
He impaled her with the cock, using it like a tool of vengeance, yet despite 
his will to draw things out the girl's sucking anal pit tore the sperm right 
out of his cock, sucking it like it was a straw and drinking it down like a 
voracious vacuum. 

He felt his balls drained by the sucking pump of her anal tube, felt his cum 
juice gushing up into her asshole, filling her with sticky whiteness. He let 
go of her legs then, his hands going around her to clamp on her bouncing 
tits, mashing them with terrible strength as he crushed his body to hers. 

Her legs fell together, squeezing her ass even more tightly around his cock, 
but he didn't care by then. He humped into her with savage delight, his cock 
pounding up into her rectum as his cocktip continued to spew out a flood of 
white jism. 

Finally, his cock began to soft, and with a gasp of relief he slowly pulled 
it free of her anus. He staggered back a few passes, his eyes caught by her 
gaping asshole. It seemed to open and close invitingly, spasming still as 
the now unconscious blonde twitched in her manacles. 

* * * 

It was only when she saw Jamie sneaking out of Hans' house that Stormy began 
to have suspicions. Immediately she recalled how Jamie had come calling the 
previous night, interrupting what might have been her deflowering. 

Jamie hadn't called for Mister Zundel, she had called Hans by his first 
name. Now why would she do that? Was it possible, she thought with wide 
eyes, that her sister was fucking the gorgeous German. Sometimes, either 
teasing or in anger, she called her buxom redheaded sister a slut, but knew 
it wasn't so. 

But could Jamie have fallen for the suave, sophisticated German to the 
extent of spreading her legs and letting him fuck her? Stormy herself had 
almost done so. Why not Jamie? 

So when she got home the next afternoon and found no sign of Jamie she 
immediately suspected she was next door with Hans. Still clad in cutoffs and 
t-shirt from the softball game she had just played, she climbed over the 
fence and snuck over to Hans big glass patio doors again, looking through. 

She saw nothing, but thought she heard a sound. One of the doors was ajar, 
with only the screen closed. She tested the screen door and found it 
unlocked. A less daring girl would have hesitated longer, but Stormy had 
always been something of a wild child. 

She slid the door open and eased inside, trying to pinpoint the source of 
the sounds. She thought they might be coming from upstairs but wasn't sure. 
She eased further into the room, her loins warming at the memory of what had 
happened to her on her last visit. 

"Goot afternoon." 

She spun with a yelp of surprise as the glass door slid closed with a thump, 
and saw Hans sitting on a straight backed chair beside it. She stared at him 
in shock, her face starting to redden in embarrassment. 

"Ees eet not against der law een zis country to enter anoder's home 
unasked?" he asked. 

"Uh, well, I uh, I was looking for my sister." 

"Does jour seester leeve here?" 

"Well, well no but, I uh, I thought she might be here," Stormy gulped, face 
bright red. 

She started to edge past him, headed for the back door. 

"Jou are ze girl who zeenks she ees a boy, no?" 

"I don't think I'm a boy," she breathed, embarrassment mounting. 

"Wezer jou are a boy or a girl jou are steel not permeeted to enter mine 
home at jour weesh." 

"I'm sorry," she said. "It won't happen again." 

"Und vat uf jour punishment? Should I complain to jour fadder und mudder?" 

"Oh, don't do that, please," she said, freezing in place. Whatever would she 
saw to them if they confronted her with breaking into a man's house. Well, 
she hadn't actually broken in but ... 

"Jhou are a brat," he said, frowning suddenly. 

"I'm not a brat," she said defensively. A lot of people called her a brat, 
actually. 

"Jhou lack discipline. Ess common failing among Hamereecan youth." 

He grabbed her wrist suddenly and jerked her forward. She stumbled into the 
side of his chair and then fell forward across his lap, kicking and 
squirming as he pinned her down easily. 

He held one wrist up behind her back while his other hand held her hip. She 
bounced and jerked as she tried to pull away but she was neatly trapped. 

"Spoiled leetle cheeldren need to be spanked to teach zem better," he said. 

"Don't you dare!" she gasped. "I'll tell my father!" 

"Zat jhou broke eento mine home? I could haf jhou arrested, jhou know." 

"I'm too old to spank!" she cried. 

"I zeenk not." 

Her head was upside down, a few inches off the floor. Her legs kicked feebly 
in mid-air on the other side of the chair. Hans transferred his left hand 
from her wrist, sliding it under her belly to pin her tightly against him, 
then he raised his right hand and slapped it down hard on her denim covered 
rear. 

Stormy yelped in pain, squirming even harder as the pain ripped through her. 
"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried, feet kicking wildly. 

Hans slapped his hand down again, then again, then again and again and 
again. Each time she cried out in pain and kicked harder, wriggling like an 
eel as she tried to escape. 

"Fucking bastard!" she screamed. "You fucking Kraut motherfucker! I'll cut 
your balls off! I'll fucking kill your!" 

"Jhou haf no respect for jhour elders," he said sternly. "Und jhou behafe 
like ze leetle baby. "Een Germany ve teach our cheeldren proper respect." 

"Fucking Kraut!" 

He slapped his hand down on her ass again and again. Stormy's eyes filled 
with tears and she tried to block his hands with her own. Failing that she 
reached down and dug her nails into the side of his arm where it was folded 
around her waist. 

Unfortunately for the tomboy she had cut her nails very short and so they 
had less effect than she was hoping. Hans snarled anyway, temporarily 
halting the rain of blows on her rear to pin both wrists together at the 
small of her back. 

Then he forced them up higher, making her yowl with pain. 

"I vill show jhou what defiance earns," he said. His right hand slid beneath 
her and unsnapped the catch of her cutoffs, then he gripped the rear and 
began jerking them down over her upturned buttocks. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Stormy's eyes went wide as she felt her pants sliding down. 

"Stop it!" she gasped. "Don't!" 

But he ignored her and no amount of kicking and pleading could halt the 
jerking progress of her cutoffs as he pulled them over her buttocks and 
slipped them down her thighs. 

Stormy was mortified as her buns were bared to his eyes, yet there emerged 
also the latent eroticism of her position, a deep, almost unnoticed 
excitement that had been growing inside her loins since Hans had turned her 
across his lap. 

The frazzled girl could not help remembering the way his hand had rubbed and 
squeezed her pussy only the other night, and how she had cum in his hand. 
Now her pussy was bare, peeking up at him from between her bare thighs. He 
was no doubt staring at her slit right then and there, and also her wrinkled 
little asshole. 

Never had she been so humiliated, and she was stunned by the enormity of it. 
And yet, that trembling pleasure was still there, just beneath the surface, 
blocked from her direct awareness by the powerful shock of her mental 
trauma. 

Hans slapped his hand down on her bare behind, producing a loud crack of 
noise as flesh met flesh, and also a yelp of pain from the panting, 
bedraggled teenager. He slapped his hand down again, then again, then again. 

Each blow drove a blast of pain into the now sobbing girl, yet also brought 
with it excitement at the direct contact between his hand and her bare ass. 
And now she was aware of the lust, of the conflicting emotions, for the lust 
had risen to a considerable power inside her body. 

"Oh God!" she moaned. 

His hand cracked down on her ass, already red, producing a crack of noise, a 
yelp of pain, and a white palm print that slowly faded. His hand slipped 
around her thigh, tugging her into a better position, shifting her as though 
she were weightless. 

Again and again his hand smacked down against her rounded buttocks, yet the 
pain was less now, for a haze, a shimmering cloud of heat was now blocking 
the fresh blows. Her ass cheeks were afire with a sullen, burning ache from 
the bruising spanking. 

"Vas not last night much better zan zis?" he said softly. 

His hand stroked her burning ass cheeks, then slipped in between her thighs 
and cupped her pussy mound. She whimpered but made no protest as he squeezed 
her fuck mound repeatedly, then slipped a finger into the tight cleft and 
stroked it up and down along its length. 

She closed her eyes and shuddered, then cried out in pain and jerking 
violently as he suddenly took his hand away and gave her ass cheeks three 
quick blows. 

Again his hand returned to her cunt cleft, finger rubbing up and down the 
slit, pressing between her pussy lips now, up into her pink flesh. Stormy 
burned with embarrassment as he stroked her slit. She could feel from its 
easy, sliding motion that her insides were very wet. 

Again he cracked his hand down on her ass several times, making her bounce 
and squirm as she cried out. 

Then he stroked along her slit again, going deeper between her thighs, his 
finger nudging her clitty and rubbing it in a slow, circular motion. 

Stormy groaned, the sound a long, low, quivering sign of surrender as Hans 
made her cunt crackle with energy and pleasure. Her ass began to squirm 
anew, though not with the intent to escape. Hans finger continued to rub at 
her little fuck button and within a minute drove her into a helpless, teary 
orgasm. 

She sobbed in pleasure as her body blasted into the powerful cum, mind 
blasted again and again by the waves of ecstasy as her cunt boiled over with 
delight. 

Then Hans began spanking her again, his hand cracking down for long minutes 
as she whimpered and jerked under the blows. 

Her cutoffs and panties had slipped off her heels now and her legs had come 
further open. Hans cupped her pussy, then slid a finger up into her tunnel, 
probing delicately, sliding inward until he found her hymen, then 
retreating. 

He spanked her again a few times, then began rubbing at her snatch again, 
stroking his fingers along that bubbling cunt slit, rubbing her clitty with 
persistent expertise. 

The pleasure rose within her again, and despite her embarrassment she 
responded, closing her eyes as she sighed in pleasure. Her legs shifted 
slightly further apart, and then suddenly Hans took his hand back. She 
braced for more spanking, and it came. 

But his hand cracked down against her cunt mound. She gagged in shock, her 
eyes going wide as the dizziness and pain erupted along every part of her 
nervous system. He spanked her cunt again, then again, and all she could do 
was gurgle and moan and grunt in horrified shock. 

Then he halted and returned to a slow, delicate caress, stroking her cleft 
and clitty as he held her still on his lap. He let go of her wrists then, 
but she was too weak to fight him and both her hands merely dropped to the 
floor below her head. 

He gripped the back of her t-shirt and forced it up towards her breasts, 
then up higher still as he rolled her onto her side. She was still hanging 
over the side of the chair but could now look up at him, though her eyes 
were teary and her vision blurred. 

He undid her bra, baring her rounded breasts, even as his right hand 
continued to stroke deftly along her pussy hole. He pinched her nipples, 
which were very hard and sensitive now, and rolled them from side to side. 

She felt her pussy lips spread as he forced his thumb up into her, and 
whimpered a little in pain. She let her head fall back, glazed eyes 
unseeing. He pushed his thumb up inside her to the knuckle, then closed his 
two middle fingers against her clit and began to roll the hot little fuck 
button between them and his thumb. 

He rolled and stroked and squeezed the sparkling little clit until she began 
to grunt and moan and bounce through another orgasm, her helpless body 
rocked by the power he had ignited within her. 

He smiled down at her, then rose to his feet, lifting her easily. He set her 
down on her belly on the rug, then slowly stripped as she lay there panting 
and quivering. 

She turned her head around and looked up at him, her eyes blinking. He 
smiled down, removing his shorts and falling to his knees beside her. He 
slipped his hands under her waist and lifted her belly upwards, pulling her 
up so her knees supported her. 

He lifted her front as well, and he held her as she swayed weakly, then 
steadied herself. He knelt beside her, sitting on his heels as he studied 
the girl. His hands slipped onto her body, his right hand stroking her 
buttocks, and sliding in between her thighs as his left kneaded her left 
breast. 

She quivered and trembled but did not otherwise respond, until he bent and 
placed his mouth next to her ear. He nibbled on the delicate flesh there for 
a moment, then whispered. "I jam goink to fuck jhou now." 

Her body stiffened, then trembled much more violently. Still, she did not 
move as he crawled around behind and rose up behind her. His hands came down 
on her ass cheeks and squeezed them, then he pulled her thighs wider and 
lifted the nose of his cock to her tight virginal cunt mouth. 

"I vill show jhou jhou are no boy," he sneered. "Any beetch cun be broken by 
riding it thoroughly, und I vill ride jhou into ze ground." 

His cock stroked up and down her pussy slit, then began to ease into her. 
She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, her mind frantic with 
anticipation and anxiety, pleasure and pain, lust and nausea and fear and 
joy. 

She hissed as her pussy lips were forced open wider then they had ever been 
before, as his male organ pushed into her secret never before opened 
entrance. She was hyperventilating, almost dazed as she felt his cock 
pushing deeper and deeper and deeper. 

The pain mounted in her cunt, yet strangely, despite what she'd heard, did 
not really go very high. It was easily bearable, especially in light of the 
enormous sexual desire gripping her body. 

Then there was a sudden sharp tearing feeling, enough to make her yelp, and 
she knew she was no longer a virgin as his big fuck tool slid up into her 
belly. She groaned, a deep exhalation of the breath she'd been holding. Her 
head rose, her back arching instinctively, the female responding to full 
penetration. 

Her cunt felt bloated and huge with his giant male cock inside it. She'd 
never felt anything at all up there before so sensations coming from this 
part of her body was very unique, and highly pleasurable. 

Hans rubbed her soft buttocks as he ground his hips into her, and she felt 
his pubic hair mashing against her own as he shifted and twisted the cock 
around inside her. 

She could not help feeling a certain exultation at being deflowered, at 
finally having a big male cock up inside her snatch. Now she could tell 
Jamie that she wasn't a silly little virgin. 

That thought brought back her suspicion that Jamie had fucked Hans, and that 
made her shiver. The thought that Hans' big cock had been inside her 
sister's cunt already, perhaps even not that long ago, gave the slow 
grinding fuck she was receiving an almost incestuous lewdness. 

I'm being fucked, she thought in wonder. I'm being fucked, fucked, fucked! 

Hans slowly drew his fat cock backwards down the length of her super tight 
twat tunnel, sighing in pleasure as her pussy sucked and pulled against him. 
He pushed back in again, forcing back the walls of her tight tube to bury 
his meat inside her once again. 

His fingers dug into her hips as he drew his cock back again, fighting the 
hungry desire of her box to slide it almost all the way out. Then he dug in 
his fingers and thrust forward hard, drawing a cry of shock from the 
quivering blonde. 

His hands shifted higher, up against her ribs as he began to fuck in short, 
sharp little pumping motions, his hips thumping against her still red 
buttocks as he punched his cockhead into her cervix. 

Jamie grunted like a hog in pig heaven, her eyes mere slits, her mouth 
turned up in a smile of languorous bliss as his cock thumped against the 
back wall of her pussy box. She settled with delighted pleasure into the 
steady humping motion, her ass cheeks slapping back gently against his hips. 

Soon though, Hans increased the length and speed of his strokes, smashing 
his hips against her ass cheeks with hard, measured thrusts. Stormy moaned 
in delight, her head pulled up and back as she humped her ass back against 
his pumping prong. 

She spread her legs wider still, welcoming in his pistoning organ as she 
panted in ragged bliss, reveling in the physical and mental stimulus seeping 
through her very pores. She shuddered as a sudden crackling bolt of power 
ricocheted along her vaginal tube, then moaned as she came, came in her 
first real fuck, her cunt spasming around a real cock as it pumped inside 
her. 

Hans slapped his hand down on her ass, drawing a grunt of pleasure. He 
slapped her again, and again, and again, each sharp bolt of pain smashing 
against the bottom of her whirling storm of sexual fire, ratcheting it 
upwards higher and higher and higher until, as he slapped her ass furiously, 
and rammed his cock up her pussy pipe with cruel savagery, she drew back her 
head again and screamed at the top of her lungs. 

The sexual violence within her had boiled upwards until, like a volcano 
erupting, had blasted its way through to the surface to shatter and burn 
everything in its path. Her mind was blown out like a candle as her entire 
existence centered around the massive release of ecstatic sexual pleasure. 

The cum poured down into her snatch but she wasn't aware of it. She sagged, 
her arms giving way until her head and shoulders rested on the floor. Hans 
continued to hammer his cock into her pussy, leaning forward, cursing in 
english and german, his hands on her upper arms as he stabbed his prick into 
her with ruthless force. 

He poured another hot load of juice into the shuddering, grunting blonde, 
then sighed and pulled back, gazing at the limp, panting body before him 
with satisfaction. 

* * * 

Hans spent almost two hours with Adam showing him everything he knew about 
soccer, which was considerable. He rather liked the boy, and intended to 
present him with a present after the practice. Adam accompanied him back to 
his house, supposedly for a soda, completely unaware of what he had in store 
for him. 

Hans left the boy in the living room, then went upstairs to check on his 
surprise. He found her in his bedroom, standing against the wall where he'd 
left her. 

She was placed against the tall corner post of his bed, one of the bottom 
posts to be exact. She was, of course, naked. Her hands were high above her 
and curled around behind the thick post where they were chained together. 
Her ankles were likewise pulled back and chained together around the post. 

A high speed vibrator was up her snatch and another up her asshole. A 
chained was locked around her hips like a belt, and a portion of that chain 
went down between the crack of her ass and up between the crack of her pussy 
to attach to the front, thus ensuring both vibrators stayed where he'd put 
them. 

Jamie looked bedraggled, her beautiful red hair in tangles, some of it 
plastered against her forehead and the side of her face. She was twitching 
and jerking fitfully, mumbling inaudibly, her body coated with sweat. 

He closed the door behind him and came up beside her, then cupped both 
breasts tightly, squeezing them until she opened her eyes. 

"Had a fun time, leetle ghirl?" he sneered. 

"Ha ... Ha ... Hans," she gasped, her throat dry, her voice weak and 
quivering. "P ... p ... please ... " 

"How many times haf jhou cum, hmmmm?" 

"I ... I don't ... don't know," she gasped. 

"I shall be merciful then, hmmm." 

He undid her arms and legs, then helped her to the bed, where she fell 
weakly, her hands clawing at her crotch. Hans undid the chain and removed 
the two vibrators, then half carried the girl into his bathroom where a bath 
was already waiting. 

He dropped her into the tub and she groaned in relief as the soapy water 
settled over her. 

"Clean jhourself, girl. I vant jhou preety and sweet smelling." 

He then left, going downstairs to Adam. As on many other occasions, they 
started to talk about sports, but the conversation turned around to women. 

"Yeah, you're right," Adam sniffed. "Girls are all sluts." 

"As I said," Hans smiled. "Zey are naturally weak. Eet cums from haveenk no 
balls." 

They both laughed and then Adam told him about his latest attempt to conquer 
a girl. He'd gotten his hand into her pants and rubbed her pussy like Hans 
had explained, but she'd pulled away before he could get her pants off. 

"She was merely afraid jhou vould tell eef she let jhou fuck her." 

"But I told her I wouldn't." 

"Och! Every boy says ze same. Young men who are desperate for sex vill say 
anyteeng to relieve a ghirl uv her panties." 

"Well, how do I convince a girl then?" 

"Perhaps eet ees zat jhou are too desperate. Ghirls, like ozzer animals, cun 
sense zis desperation." 

"I can't help that," Adam sniffed. "But perhaps I can. Eff, for example, 
jhou had already experienced sex, jhou vould not be quite so desperate." 

"You mean I can't convince a girl to let me fuck her until I've already 
fucked a girl? Well, how do I fuck a girl in the first place the?" 

"I know a young lady who vould be happy to receive jhou between her legs." 

"Yeah, who, a whore?" 

"Och, Adam, I haf told jhou all girls are whores." 

"Right, what I mean is a prostitute." 

"No, she ees not professional. Eef fact," he laughed. "She knew vehry leetle 
until I, how jhou say, broke her in." 

"And she'd just let me fuck her?" Adam said doubtfully. "What's she look 
like?" 

"She would do whatever I say for her to do." 

"Anything?" 

"Anyteenk. Besides, her worry vould be zat jhou would speak of her to 
friends. And jhou vill not." 

"No. I'll keep my mouth shut!" Adam said excitedly. 

"Ze problem is convincing her of zat. So, she vill vear a mask." 

"A mask?" Adam blinked. 

"Jha, a leather mask, a hood. She luves to be bound and gagged, to be tied 
and chained, to be spanked, whipped." 

"Wow!" Adam said, open mouthed. 

"So, ve haf a leather mask to protect her identity, to reassure her zat jhou 
vill not speak of her." 

"But I don't know her anyway, do I?" 

"Who ees to know?" Hans smiled. 

"Where is she?" 

"She is upstairs, readying herself, bathing. She vishes to smell clean and 
sweet to jhou." 

"You mean I can just ... I can really just ... just fuck her?" 

"Jha." 

"Is she good looking?" 

"She iss vehry attractive, wiz a wonderbar body. Jhou shall see. I shall 
fetch her now." 

He got up and went upstairs. Adam followed him with his eyes, his heart 
pounding at the thought that he was finally going to get to fuck a girl. He 
wondered what kind of girl would fuck a complete stranger. Obviously, girls 
were all sluts like Hans said. 

Hans came into the bathroom just as Jamie was finishing drying herself and 
was about to start drying her hair. 

"Do not bozer wiz zat," he said. He pulled her out of the bathroom and into 
the main bedroom, then picked up the leather hood from the dresser. She 
protested mildly but he ignored her as he pulled the leather hood over her 
head and fitted it snugly in place. 

It completely covered her to the middle of the throat, showing only her 
eyes. There was a slit below her nose, and another over her mouth but that 
one was zipped closed. 

He fitted a tight leather harness around her shoulders, then it around front 
where it pushed up tight and hard against the undersides of her big breasts. 
It locked in place there, thrusting her already full, firm breasts up and 
out. 

He had two thigh high leather boots which he helped her into. They had such 
high spiked heels she could hardly walk in them. She giggled a little as he 
led her out into the hall. 

Then he stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to her. 

"Jhou vould be advised to keep quiet for now. Someone jhou know ees 
downstairs." 

Jamie gasped in shock and tried to pull away but he had a firm grip on her 
upper arm and pulled her along down the stairs. Her whispered appeals fell 
on deaf ears, especially since they were muffled by the mask. 

Then he pulled her around the hallway door into the living room and she saw 
Adam there. She almost screamed but bit her tongue at the last instant for 
fear he would recognize her voice. 

"Here jhou are, Adam," Hans smiled. Adam's eyes were wide as he saw the 
gorgeous female next to Hans. She had fantastic tits, long shapely legs, and 
her cunt was shaved so her slit was very conspicuous between her thighs. 

"Wow!" he croaked. 

"She vill give jhou a good ride," Hans said. "She has a vehry tight pussee, 
and wonderbar breasts." 

The girl squirmed in Hans' grip but he brought her forward anyway. 

"Do as you are told!" he snapped at her suddenly. The girl trembled but was 
still. 

"Uh, are you sure she wants to ... " 

"I told jhou, Adam, girls are all sluts. However, I have not quite told ze 
truth about zis one. She knows you, you see." 

"She does?" Adam gulped, trying to think of all the girls he knew, the ones 
with big tits. 

"Jah, and she is now afraid jhou vill tell all jhour school vat a whore she 
ees." 

"I won't tell!" Adam assured the girl. "I promise. I won't tell anyone." 

"Uv course not," Hans chuckled. "Here, feel zis." 

He took Adam's hand and put it on the girl's big left tit. He jerked a bit, 
but when Hans took his hand away Adam left his own on the big soft tit. He 
squeezed it experimentally as the girl stood there trembling. 

"Nice und soft, hmmm?" 

"Yeahhhhhh!" 

"Und zis?" He nodded at the slit and Adam reached down with his other hand, 
cupping and squeezing the puffy mound. The girl grunted and stood up on her 
toes. Hans chuckled in amusement. 

"See how she loves it?" he purred. 

"Yeah," Adam sighed. 

"Take her. Use her as jhou wish." 

Adam gave a little laugh. "I can't even kiss her," he grinned. 

"Kiss? Fuck her. Never mind to kiss." 

"Right." 

Hans pulled the girl backwards and shoved her onto the couch. She fell on 
her back and Adam put one knee on the couch. 

"Spread jhour legs," Hans snapped. 

The girl's shapely thighs quickly jerked open. 

"Jhou see how to treat a girl? Be firm." 

Adam groaned and slid atop the gorgeous girl, his hands wildly squeezing and 
mashing her thick hot tit meat as he licked and sucked and chewed on her 
throat. He slid his lips down onto one big brown nipple and sucked it hard, 
chewing and nibbling and licking as he reached down and struggled to get his 
pants off. 

He didn't care that Hans was there. All he cared about was the hot, gorgeous 
slut laying below him. He jerked his pants down and tore out his throbbing 
red cock, grunting with delight as he pushed it against her slit. 

He thrust in hard, too ignorant to care if he was hurting her and too 
excited too. His cock punched into her slit and she grunted in response. He 
put more weight on it and his full cock sank into the slut's pussy. 

"Ohhhh yeahhhh," he groaned, his body settling atop the shapely nymphet. He 
began to hump furiously, his hips smashing against the girl's thighs as he 
fucked into her. His hands raced over her body, kneading, pinching, rubbing, 
squeezing, reveling in her soft, luxurious flesh. 

He came within a minute, but his cock stayed hard and he continued to pump 
furiously into her cunt. He came a second time, shooting out great fat wads 
of silvery seed as he grunted in delight. The girl's cunt sucked on his cock 
with almost painful pleasure. 

Beneath him, Jamie felt another load of bubbling sperm pouring down into her 
guts and whimpered in denial. There was not a thing she could do to stop the 
wild humping of her big brother as he drove his cock up high into the middle 
of her belly. 

She could not refuse Hans. She didn't want to make him mad. Nor could she 
scream or complain, lest Adam recognize her voice and know who she was. It 
was a terrible fix. If he knew who she was Adam would never fuck her, but 
she couldn't let him know who she was. However would she explain what she 
was doing here dressed, or rather, undressed like this? 

And now he'd fucked her, hard and long, and she had to make absolutely sure 
that, like Hans said, he never found out who she was. 

Adam slowed his wild fucking at last, laying still on his sister as his 
juice drained out into her. He licked and sucked weakly on her nipples as he 
lay there, his fingers still working at them. 

"Veil, so jhou got zat out of jhour zistem," Hans said. 

"Now ve can begin to instruct jhou on how to pleasure a woman." 

"I thought ... I thought it was their job to pleasure us," Adam panted. 

"Und so eet ees, but zey must first, like any pet, be trained to the hand 
and word. Zis vun ees veil trained, better trained zan any dog, but jhou 
must learn how to use jhour cock in order to train zem yourself." 

"I'm happy to learn," Adam grinned. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Hans stripped naked. Even though Adam was not at all inclined towards guys 
he had to admit Hans had a powerfully built body, and he could only the 
muscles playing across his form as the man jerked the girl off the couch. He 
also had to admire, discretely, of course, the size of the big cock hanging 
between his legs. 

He pushed the girl on the floor, making her kneel on all fours. 

"Zees ees zee natural posizion for a woman," Hans said, stroking his hand 
along her spine. 

"All beetches should be on all fours, naked." 

"Yeah," Adam growled. 

Hans knelt behind her and then thrust his cock into her with one mighty 
stroke. He held her hips firmly as he began to fuck, knocking his hips 
against the girl's ass cheeks. He called Adam forward onto his knees to 
watch how he twisted the cock from side to side, how he made sure it stroked 
against the whore's clitty. 

He then pulled out and made the girl lay flat. He fucked her again, lifting 
her legs high and shoving them back against the sides of her masked head so 
her cunt and asshole were lewdly exposed. His hips smashed down hard so that 
Adam winced, wondering how it was the girl wasn't crying out in pain. 

Hans had him sit behind the girl, prop her head in his lap and pull her legs 
back hard, then the big man thrust his cock into her asshole. Adam's cock 
got hard again as he watched the big cock bury itself in the gorgeous girl's 
asshole. 

So after Hans got done fucking her in the ass he wanted to do the same. 
Instead Hans unzipped the mouth of the hood and made the girl suck him off. 

After that he fucked her tits, which was not something he'd ever thought to 
do, then finally fucked her in the ass, which was glorious. 

* * * 

Hans liked that trick so much he quickly used it again. This time, early the 
next morning it was Jennifer who was hooded. He bound her spread-eagled on 
the bed and tormented her for hours, running his fingers, tongue, feathers 
and the vibrator over her body, making her climb higher and higher towards 
the height of sexual ecstasy, then halting just shy and leaving her there 
squirming and whimpering and begging to cum. 

But he wouldn't let her. He wanted her in a state of sexual fever, willing 
to fuck a doorknob to get relief. Her hands were clawing at the leather 
restraints that bound her to the bed, her body straining against its bonds 
as he once more raised her high, then dropped her. 

She burst into tears and he left the room. Downstairs he found Stormy, who 
he'd left tied up in the basement. Stormy had been tied in the same manner 
her sister had the previous day, against a roof support this time, and with 
a vibrator up her snatch but not her anus. 

He hadn't fucked her in the asshole yet and wanted the first time for her to 
be his cock not some piece of plastic. 

He brought the weary girl upstairs, still naked, still with the vibrator up 
her snatch. He brought her into his bedroom and confronted her with the 
naked woman laying on his bed. 

She stared at the woman in dazed shock. 

"Here is someone who vould be jhour very good friend, Stormy," Hans purred. 
"Come and leek her pussy. She ees desperate to cum." 

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Stormy down beside him, then ran his 
hand in between Jennifer's thighs, squeezing her pussy. She groaned and 
arched her back in response. 

"See? She needs to cum. Make her cum. Leek her pussy." 

"I ... I don't want to," Stormy gulped. 

"Jhour vill do as I say!" he snapped, eyes glaring. 

"But ... but I don't know how," she whimpered. 

"Uv course jhou do. Did I not leek jhour pussy yesterday for a long time. 
Did jhou not pay attention? Jhou know where jhou should leek. Jhou know 
where jhour fingers must touch, must squeeze." 

He took her hand and brought it in between the woman's lege, rubbing it 
against her cunt. Again the woman gasped and humped up against the touch. 

It had just penetrated Jennifer's sex blasted mind that the person with Hans 
was her daughter Stormy. The shock of that was accompanied by the shock of 
realizing her youngest daughter was nude, and had the tip of some kind of 
sex toy sticking out of her hairless pussy. 

Her whirling mind tried to figure out how she'd gotten there, what she could 
be doing there, what Hans had done to the girl. Then Hans brought her hand 
in against Jennifer's snatch and a powerful blast of pleasure temporarily 
blew her thinking processes to shreds. 

Stormy's mind was rather preoccupied as well. The vibrator in her snatch was 
starting to burn its way into her mind again, starting to raise her sexual 
fever to the point where she would fall apart in a storm of wild ecstatic 
pleasure. 

She groaned and did not resist as Hans positioned her on her knees between 
the unknown woman's legs, and when he urged her face forward and stroked her 
own clitty. She whimpered in happiness, and obediently began to lick at the 
woman's drooling fuck entrance. 

Jennifer regained enough of her mind to again realize her daughter was there 
with her, but though she tried frantically, she couldn't figure out what to 
do about it. She was tied tightly, and could do nothing to dissuade the girl 
as Hans positioned her between her legs and urged her face towards her cunt, 
the very cunt that had spewed forth the girl in the first place. 

She wanted to cry out, to warn the girl off, for it was obvious she had no 
idea who's pussy it was she was about to lick. Yet speaking would give away 
who she was, and how would she explain that, how would she explain what she 
was doing like this in another man's bed? 

And then Stormy's little pink tongue slid up along her slit and Jennifer's 
mind fell apart again. 

Under Hans' careful tutoring Stormy licked and slurped her way up the length 
of the woman's slit to her clitty, then began tonguing and sucking on it as 
she slid two fingers up into the pink depths of the fuck tunnel. 

She was feeling very strange, and more than a little curious, for she had 
never actually touched another woman's body like this, had never looked at a 
pussy so close before, and had certainly never licked one before. 

And in the shivering sexual state she was in almost everything turned her 
on. 

The woman began to grunt and hump up against her and, congratulating 
herself, Stormy licked even harder, thrusting three fingers up into the 
woman's pussy and stroking them in and out. 

Meanwhile Hans shifted behind her and stroked her buttocks. She grunted in 
surprise as his finger probed against her anus, but thought that was a lewd, 
disgusting thing, she wanted to be lewd and disgusting right then. She 
wanted to feel like a totally slutty carnal animal. 

His finger slid into her asshole and she humped back excitedly, her cunt 
starting to bubble and boil as the vibrator purred inside her. Hans pumped 
his finger in and out then pushed something bigger against her little hole. 

She knew instinctively it was his cock, that she was about to be sodomized. 
The thought excited her deeply. It would have caused her to curse in horror 
and disgust only a couple of days ago. Now, anything Hans wanted to do to 
her was exciting. 

She slurped hungrily on the woman's cunt box, her fingers rubbing and 
stroking the glistening cunt meat as the woman humped and bucked up against 
her. 

Stormy groaned and felt herself about to cum, then did, even as the woman 
before her came. Both women grunted and moaned and whimpered in pleasure as 
their cums spread out through their bodies. Jennifer actually screamed in 
glorious pleasure, the sound of her rising and falling how of ecstasy making 
the windows rattle. 

Had Stormy not been in the midst of her own cum she probably would have 
recognized her mother's voice. As it was she could recognize nothing, could 
hear nothing, could see nothing. She had been clawing her way up to a 
massive orgasm when Hans had thrust the full length of his cock up her 
asshole and had blown her higher still. 

It was not so much the feel of his big cock in her asshole as the knowledge 
that it was there. She whimpered and moaned and grunted and yelped in 
delight as he pumped his cock up and down in her asshole, and when he began 
slapping her ass she felt her cum grow even more powerful. 

Jennifer came down slowly, and was exhausted when she reached bottom. By 
then Stormy had come through her own orgasm and was continuing to lick and 
suck and finger her snatch. Again Jennifer tried to think of how to stop 
this lewd, incestuous scene. 

But how, when bound and effectively gagged. She could only lie there as her 
daughter's tongue slithered into her snatch and scooped out her cunt juices. 

Hans was nowhere in sight. The bedroom door was open. Where had he gone? She 
was petrified Stormy would find out who she was. Then Hans returned, smiling 
happily, his cock still hard and bouncing. He got onto the bed behind Stormy 
and then thrust his cock into her so hard Jennifer winced in sympathy. 

Then she felt herself begin to hump up against Stormy's mouth again. She 
tried to stop herself, cursing her weakness and perverseness in getting off 
on her own daughter's lesbian tonguing. She tried desperately to hold back 
the feelings, reminding herself who's mouth was on her slit, who's fingers 
were pumping in her quim. 

It helped, but not enough, and soon she didn't care that it was Stormy as 
she mentally urged her on. Her resolution wavered, then disappeared as her 
body craved that hot, fast little tongue. How was it hurting Stormy anyway? 
The girl was obviously no virgin any more. In fact, with that vibrator up 
her pussy the only thing Hans could be doing humping away behind her was 
sodomizing the girl. 

And she was getting off on it, the slut. So why should Jennifer worry about 
her? She wasn't some innocent little virgin. Hell, she'd shaved her pussy 
bald. Jennifer not only didn't feel protective of her any more but cursed 
her jealously for getting Hans' cock. 

Hans rubbed Stormy's clit as he pumped his big cock up her asshole. She was 
soon climbing into the rarefied heights of sexual ecstasy once again, her 
tongue whipping across her mother's cunt so fast it blurred. 

It was then that Adam came in, bringing Jamie with him. He had been fucking 
and sucking with her for almost an hour. Hans had let him have her on 
condition he stay in the second bedroom until he was called. 

And during the entire time Jamie had been desperately keeping her identity 
secret from him. But now, as he led her, her wrists bound behind her, into 
the master bedroom and she saw her sister Stormy licking some woman's 
snatch, she gasped in shock and turned to stare at her brother. 

Adam was in shock too, as he stared at his little sister licking at some 
woman's cunt, getting ass fucked and whimpering and grunting like a whore. 
At first he was angry, but then he shrugged, realizing that Hans was right, 
girls were all sluts. 

What did it matter if he fucked Stormy. If not him then somebody else would. 

"Adam," Hans said. "See the two sluts I have here?" 

"Yeah," Adam said. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"I wanted jhou to realize vhat whores zey all were." 

"Does she really like getting ass fucked?" 

Hans gripped Stormy's hair and pulled her face out of her mother's snatch. 

"Do you like mine cock up jhour asshole, Stormy?" he asked. 

"Yeeeeesssss," she moaned, her eyes fluttering. 

She saw Adam and blinked in confusion. "Adam?" she whimpered. 

"Hi, Stormy. You got a nice fuckin' body," Adam said, running his eyes up 
and down her. 

"I ... I ... Oohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her head falling as Hans let go of 
her hair. She returned to licking her mother's snatch. 

"Vould jhou like to fuck zis one, Adam?" 

Adam thought about it for a second. 

"Sure," he said. 

Hans pulled his cock out of Stormy's ass and then jerked the vibrator out of 
her snatch, backing away as Adam took his place. Adam ran his hands over her 
round ass and then thrust forward into her quim, drawing a shuddering groan 
from his sister. 

Hans jerked the hood off Jamie's head then and brought her around in front 
to watch more closely. Adam's eyes widened slightly as he saw his other 
sister, but then he chuckled in appreciation. 

"Fuck," he said. "I never thought it was her for a second." 

"A true whore," Hans said, proudly squeezing her right tit. 

"God dam," Adam grunted in amazement, fucking his blonde sister even as his 
mind ran over how he'd fucked Jamie in the cunt, mouth, and asshole. 

Jennifer stared around her in despair, watching Adam fucking Stormy as her 
daughter ate her snatch, watching Hans groping a naked Jamie's tits, then 
bend her forward and bury his cock in her asshole. 

She was in a daze over the turn of events, astonished and amazed at the 
introduction of her children into things. All of them were obviously getting 
off on the lewd, carnal scene, all were seemingly happy, even Jamie, who was 
grunting, eyes closed, as Hans rutted into her ass. 

Still, she would have put a stop to it if she could have. But she couldn't. 
She didn't dare expose her identity, not now, not ever. 

And Stormy's tongue felt sooooo good. 

None of the three teenagers imagined for a minute who was behind the hood. 
All three licked her to orgasms, and Adam fucked her wildly, even undoing 
her legs and shoving them back against her soft titties to ram his cock down 
into her with powerful strokes. 

He and Hans watched Stormy and Jamie lick each other in a hot sixty-nine, 
then Hans untied the strange woman's hands and she licked first Jamie, then 
Stormy to successive cums before sucking Adam's cock hard again. 

It was then that Hans took off her hood. She looked around in shock as the 
three teenagers gazed at her in disbelief. There was a moment of horror that 
all four shared, then first Stormy, then Jamie shrugged in acceptance. 

Jennifer hung her head as Hans explained to Adam that, after all, she was 
just a whore like all women. Adam reluctantly accepted this, though with 
some misgivings. 

Hans bound the women's arms behind their backs and made them all kneel 
before the two, then first he, then Adam, took turns thrusting cocks down 
their throats. 

When Stormy hesitated he spanked her, or started to. Adam begged to do that, 
bending her over and spanking her ass with vindictive pleasure as she 
squirmed and begged him to stop. Then he shoved his cock down her throat and 
massaged her tonsils with it. 

He was far more excited fucking his sisters than he had fucking Jamie when 
he'd thought she was a stranger. He didn't know why. Perhaps it was the 
complete control he had over them, something he'd always kind of wanted. 

He loved spanking Stormy, and found excuses to spank Jamie too, and even his 
mother, though that was very daring. Soon he would not thing so, striking 
and cursing any one of them who was hesitant or rebellious, controlling them 
through the careful use of his cock and his hand. 

The three women became totally submissive, so much so that he was able to 
order Jamie to crawl into bed with his father one day. He was tired of 
sneaking around behind his back all the time. Needless to say his father 
hadn't been able to throw the gorgeous, big titted girl out when he'd 
wakened with her lips around his bulging cock and her cunt crack in his 
face. 

He'd put up a valiant fight, but the sight of that tight cunt slit so close 
to his face, and the feel of her lips around his cock had been too much. 
When, as ordered, she pulled her lips free and swiveled around, dropping her 
tits into his face, he'd realized who she was. 

He'd tried to push her off, but his hands somehow got buried in those meaty 
tits of hers, and he'd given up, drawing them in and sucking passionately as 
she lowered her box onto his prick and began to ride up and down. 

He'd fucked her for a few days, consumed by guilt, and then he'd 
"discovered" Stormy and Jamie in hot sex play. The two girls had brought the 
wide-eyed man into the scene and he'd fucked Stormy and Jamie both. 

So now the two of them fucked and controlled the three women. Adam got off 
most on spanking his mother for any little thing, while his Dad liked 
spanking the girls and fucking them in the asshole. Neither particularly 
minded Hans fucking them or slapping them around. They didn't even mind when 
he brought Jamie over to his house where a dozen men gang banged her. Jack 
drew the line, though, when he found out Hans had been taking the girls out 
of school and selling their bodies to friends at a hundred bucks a pop. 

But then Hans misjudged another whore, and after a wild night of ass raping 
the stupid girl had called the police. 

So the German man moved on, leaving two very happy men and three very happy 
and well disciplined sluts behind as his legacy. 


THE END
