Revenge of The Crippled Dwarf

Gert was just unlucky. The curmudgeonly judge had given him 8 months, even though he'd only damaged a couple of cars and hadn't drunk as much as the medical examiner claimed. Eight months, maybe only four with good behavior. The guards grinned as the watch commander barked, to Big Leo!

When the heavy steel door opened, his surprise was great. Gert Something, they introduced him and the two guards laughed at the top of their lungs after locking him in. Big Leo was no more than 5 feet 40, hunched over and barely went to Gert's belly button. He was nevertheless stocky and muscular, his short little legs strongly bent like those of the proverbial Hun rider. Gert grumbled as he heaved his eighty‐one onto the top bunk, but Leo seemed in no mood to argue. They got along quite well after it was clear that Leo was the boss.

During the day they read the newspaper and listened to the radio, in the evening after lights‐out! Leo masturbated uninhibitedly and slept snoring loudly. Once every two weeks Leo fucked him in the ass. Gert had resisted the first time, even though he had taken it many times before, but the midget boxed him in his balls and playfully wrestled him to the ground. Leo assured him that he was not gay, but he had to fuck someone from time to time.

When Gert told what he was in for, Leo laughed long and slapped his thighs. He was serving 7 years for manslaughter and unproven sexual assault, two of which he had already served. After two years of silence, he was glad to have a listener. He nevertheless made Gert swear an oath that he would never tell anything else. In the next months he told his life story.

Leo stopped growing at 12 and got a hump. His parents gave him to foster families, where he was better off throughout his school years than at home, where the silence and reproachful looks at his hump made him very sad. He very rarely went home, what for?

Naturally he was interested in girls, at the same time he was aware that they could not openly confess to the little cripple, only in secrecy. Although he was a very good student and could have sat in the first row, he sat in the last with good reason. Girls always sat next to him, never boys. Because the girls giggled and whispered about him during recess, they took turns sitting with him. All of them, without exception, allowed his hand to slip under their skirts and feel and caress their inner thighs. Most tolerated his groping their panties and thoroughly exploring what was underneath.

One was the bravest and showed him her treasures behind the gym. She showed him the hymen and said that you could only touch it very carefully, but it had a small hole through which you could push a finger into the vagina. After the labia, she showed him the clitoris, which was very important for masturbation. After he had examined the clitoris in detail, he wanted to know how to masturbate. She hesitated for a long time, but gave in and showed him. As she began to orgasm, she simultaneously peed into the grass with hard, choppy thrusts. She said that was the climax and you stop there.

Of course the seatmates were looking, but at the first opportunity, when one of them grumbled cheekily, he brought him down with a boxing blow to the soft parts and beat him up violently. Leo breathed a sigh of relief, for now it was clear to all that he was a dangerous and ruthless thug. From then on they just looked very carefully and kept their mouths shut. Only a few girls tolerated his fingers slipping under the hem of their panties and groping, caressing and caressing their cunt. At first, only one tolerated his finger on her clit and with a beating heart allowed him to play with her clit. It took a few days before she orgasmed in the middle of class with a petrified face and trembling thighs. She did not remain the only one – Leo smiled at these memories – and so, day after day, he learned to masturbate the girls. Some put their hand on his thigh and felt his cock under his pants. Later, they dared to slide their hand into his pants and feel his erection in the flesh. Only a very few mastered the art of unobtrusive and slow rubbing and smiled with pride when he squirted into their hand. During breaks, they whispered and shared their experiences or gave each other tips. He loved school because you learned something and could rub each other.

In his senior year, it became very clear to him that he was still an outsider. He watched, well hidden under bushes, as they came in pairs to fuck behind the gym. He never got that chance, rubbing yes, screwing no. It wasn't until many years later that he surmised that the girls didn't happen to want to conceive a possibly crippled child from a cripple. He persisted in continuing to masturbate the girls, always the same three or four who shared him sisterly. All the other girls were out of the loop and had no idea of anything. He no longer went behind the gym.

He passed the baccalaureate as the third best. His parents looked only briefly at the certificate, then his mother conscientiously stowed it away in his document folder. No praise, no reprimand. The mother stared out the window again, as if waiting for Lützow's hunt to thunder by. The father devoted himself to his newspaper and his tobacco pipe, Leo went to his romm upstairs. Thus they lived side by side for the next year. Leo did not know how to go on.

Day after day he watched from his window the people going to the supermarket at the other end of the field. Day after day he watched the pretty young woman who came every day at the same time. He stood naked at the window and held back the cum until she came out. One day the desire had become too much. He pocketed his pocket knife and awaited her in the doorway, blade in hand. He approached her with a threatening gesture and forced her to step forward into the basement, then pocketed the knife. In the eerie silence she had to lie down on the cold concrete floor, hastily he took off her panties and flipped up her skirt. She stared at him with horny horror. How it went, he knew from spying behind the gym and his mother. He quickly penetrated her vagina and fucked quickly and with concentration. Her face was completely frozen in terror, she gasped and looked at him in fright. It took him a very long time, for all his naughtiness he was confused by the whole process. She gasped and panted until he spurted and breathed "No, No" as he thrust and squirted into her vagina. He immediately stood up and looked at her cunt, from which his white semen was viscously oozing. He threw the panties over her face and muttered, See you then! and disappeared as fast as he could.

He shivered with fear that she might go to the police and stared out the window. They didn't come. They didn't arrest him. She went shopping as usual. No police, no avenger on her heels. On the third day he was waiting for her again behind the front door. Without him having to say anything, she went ahead, head bowed, to the basement. She went a little further than last time, to a corner where a few old horsehair blankets were spread out. Silently she put down the shopping bag, lay down and flipped her skirt up to her chest. She wore no panties and offered him her pubic, which she had freshly shaved, and waited until he had lowered his pants. Silently they fucked and he watched her breathing quite carefully. At first she moaned very softly, gasped and panted faster and faster until she made very small, plaintive sounds and trembled in climax. He thrust a few more times and squirted for a very long time. When he got up, she smiled brightly at him before he disappeared. From then on, he waited for her every few days, she smiled and went ahead, to the basement. They never spoke, didn't know their names, and once he stripped her completely naked, he could see why she didn't have a boyfriend. Her left breast was missing, it had been amputated and an ugly scar had remained. He shook his head in denial when she suggested going up to her apartment for fucking.

The scar didn't bother him at all. He found it touching that she only wore clothes that were easy to undo, that she hugged him to her bare chest after he squirted, and that she let him masturbate her in willing familiarity when he paused before the next round. No, he was beginning to get bored with the whole thing. The basement. The dirty blankets. The pretty woman his mother's age who loved orgasming more than anything. The thrill from the first raid was missing. After months, he came to her less and less often, and one day stayed away altogether.

Months passed, then his desire was rekindled. He drove halfway around town every day, watching the parking lot in front of a shopping center. After days, finally, a middle‐aged woman who was putting her groceries in a big car. It was a bad, hazy rainy weather where people paid little attention to their surroundings. With quick steps, he pulled open the passenger door, sat down, pocket knife in hand, and stared at her. Here, take the money, but he shook his head. No, he said pressed, I want to fuck! The woman did not move, was frozen with fright, and far and wide no one she could have called to help. Leo realized that it didn't work like that, steering wheel, gear stick, handbrake. He took the handbag from her hand and ordered her to get into the back seat! He had to repeat it, then she got out and it was clear to her that she could not run away without the handbag. When she got in the back, he ordered her to take off her panties and held out his hand waiting. Because of his beard growth, she no longer thought he was a child. She gave a jerk and awkwardly took off her panties. He took it, the skirt too! and held out his hand. She gave him the skirt with her head flushed and he saw her reddened vaginal cleft under her thick pubic hair. He got out and pocketed the pocket knife. She was told to lie down and he unzipped his pants. She groaned and gasped as she lay down. He spread her legs and looked closely at her aged cunt. It was obviously inflamed from masturbating very much, could see it. He penetrated without foreplay or a sound. She drew in her breath sharply and clung to his back. She remained perfectly still and lamented protestingly as he squirted in her vagina. When he stood up, spread her labia with his fingers and began to masturbate her clit, she shook her head in vigorous denial, saying she didn't want that. Just this resistance irritated him, with force he held her down and masturbated her forcibly until she fell silent and after long minutes orgasmed under violent movements of the pelvis. Immediately he penetrated her throbbing vagina again and fucked her hard. He rapturously heard her breath quicken and turn into pressed gasps. She was masturbating hard and fulminently while he fucked her vigorously. He spurted with eyes gleaming in victory at the moment she was shaken and buffeted by the last violent orgasm under loud shouts of yes!–Yes!–Yes!–Yes!–Yes!–Yes!–Yes!–Yes!–Yes!–Yes!–Yes! He left her half naked and disappeared while she continued masturbating, eyes closed.

For days he watched the parking lot, no police showed up, nothing indicated that anyone had been raped here. The lust grew, he raped a dozen women over the next few months. One day, wanted posters appeared in and around the mall. There was a warning that a rapist was in the area. Described was a man, around forty and about five feet eighty, muscular and with a large mustache, probably a Turk. He was armed with a large hunting knife and usually came in the evening hours. No word of short stature, no word about the hump, no word that he was only 20.

Although the police wanted poster was a joke, he was intimidated and took to chastity and renunciation. Of course, it didn't last long. He moved his hunting ground back to the end of town; there was a small copse near a girls' school. There he lay in wait and watched. Day after day he watched the girls and noted in his head which of them separated themselves from the groups and went for a walk in the copse. Many also went behind a hut outside the property wall to smoke or drink in secret. He waited for days until a girl sat down again on a stone next to the big rock.

As if out of nowhere, he appeared next to her and threatened her with the pocket knife. He led her behind the rock and raped her. The girl cried silently, she was still a virgin and didn't understand much of the fucking. He was blown away, she dabbed the little blood from the labia and went back to the boarding school, keeping this dark secret to herself. Leo raped another girl behind the rock, but she was no longer a virgin and let him masturbate her willingly afterwards, but then none came to the grove for weeks. Change of tactics was necessary.

He bought a bottle of liquor and joined the smokers behind the hut. It wasn't long before everyone was intoxicated, laughing and giggling and cuddling wildly. When the girls left, Leo held back Anita, with whom he had been cuddling purposefully. Although she claimed to be already 16, he did not believe it, she was at most 14 in his opinion. They would follow shortly, Leo said lightly and devoured Anita with a French kiss. After a short while he stroked her pubic area under her panties, which he soon took off. Though it lacked the thrill of the assault as he deflowered the drunken child and fucked her quite delicately. She giggled as he squirted inside her and she laughed contentedly because it was all just what she knew about it in theory. They met several times during the week and gradually she learned to orgasm, the best invention since the discovery of fire! Quite openly, her two girlfriends spied and watched them fucking every time. Leo lost his interest in Anita as time went by, he came less and less often and kissed her goodbye. He was no match for her silent tears and left.

Totally by chance he discovered a very young woman in the evening in the deserted park, pushing a baby carriage rocking in front of her and stopping in between to smoke a cigarette. He waited a few days and watched her. She always came at the same time. At the end of a smoke break, he stood next to her and threatened her. He pushed her behind a bush along with the baby carriage, the little one was still asleep. Here, you can have my money, but he shook his head and whispered, No money, I want to fuck! Without resistance she let herself be pushed to the floor, when he nibbled at her panties, she took them off herself. But don't squirt, she whispered, I just gave birth! He sensed her fear behind the feigned coolness, and the thrill was back. He raped her silently, but she was a special woman. Before long she was gasping and orgasming, and as he continued to thrust, she remained at her high level of arousal, bouncing from one small orgasm to the next until she was rocked by a big one. Instantly he began to squirt, but she immediately pushed him away. No, don't squirt inside! He was annoyed because his semen splashed into the grass. He stood up and turned to leave, then waited until she had dressed and helped push the stroller back onto the path. Only then did he walk in the other direction and disappeared into the darkness. He raped her for a while longer, because she obviously wanted it too and had mastered this amazing technique of prolonged orgasm. For a while he was still impressed by the fact that she had recently given birth. Before squirting, he pulled out his cock and she rubbed his cock so that his semen squirted only from the outside on her vaginal entrance. It was too little for him after some time, he pushed his cock into her vagina like a gigantic syringe, although she still embraced him. Yes, the thrill of using force was back, now he would not be humiliated and held her with his bearish hands until he had finished squirting. She whined that she didn't want to get pregnant, but he didn't care. It became her last time as she whined about not getting her period and accused him of getting her pregnant. He kept fucking even though it annoyed him and he wantonly squirted into her vagina, not caring about the whining.

Over the next few years, he interrupted his law studies only when the lust became too great. Then he went back to raping in the parking lots outside shopping malls or in parks, after which he was once again the diligent student. Until the day he made a momentous mistake.

Gert noticed how difficult it was for Leo to talk about it. He was a patient listener and could wait. Even if he had to wait for days.

Leo studied at home and was very diligent, because he wanted to pass the exam with honors. This was a reward he earned, because his parents never rewarded him. Now one afternoon the pretty Karin was visiting his mother, the same Karin who made beautiful eyes at him and flirted with her eyes for the devil–s sake. Since the downstairs toilet was broken, she had to go to his upstairs bathroom. She stopped at his room door and said with a flirtatious twinkle in her eye that she was going, tirili–türülü, to pee now. She left the bathroom door open, of course, and his eagerness grew as he heard her long, long splash. She pulled on the paper roll and dabbed her pubic dry with the paper, he could see that because he was already under the door. He was with her in two steps and pulled her onto the floor carpet. What? she said redundantly and slipped her panties and skirt over her ankles herself before willingly lying down and dutifully spreading her legs. Instantly Leo penetrated Karin's vagina and fucked wildly. He involuntarily stated that Karin was a woman who did not orgasm while fucking. But he sensed that she was enjoying the fucking anyway, actively humping along with deft pelvic movements. She widened her eyes as he squirted, and he noticed that she was looking with unplayed horror at someone behind him. It was his mother.

The mother had witnessed the whole thing and was clamoring about what he had done now and what a pig he was and with all the shrieking Karin had no chance to defend Leo and that it had been consensual. A black wave of fiery anger washed over him, he grabbed his mother's hand blind with rage and pulled her to the ground. The half‐naked Karin rescued herself in the shower tray, crouched down and put her arms around her knees. Leo tore his mother's skirt in half and ripped her panties in two as well.

After all the labia, vaginas and clits he had seen so far, this was the first time he had seen his mother's cunt naked from near. Actually, she had a nice little cunt, he thought. Like a maniac, he lunged forward and chased his erect cock into his mother's tight vagina. Like out of his mind he rammed, fucking for a long time, because he had never cum so quickly in a row. His mother's clamor turned into a high‐pitched howl, then she held her breath and stared at him with cold eyes. He could no longer tell if he was taking a long time to inject. With a loud profane curse, he squirted, squirted with a wildly distorted face, and kept thrusting and squirting endlessly. He could remember that the whole time he was staring at Karin's vagina and labia, which were only a few inches from his face, and that Karin was rubbing her clit with her fingers in the same rhythm as he was thrusting. He saw the light streak that his semen had left as it oozed out of Karin's vagina. He stopped thrusting only when Karin orgasmed with a silent cry and his cock softened. He flung his mother's body aside, cursing, went to his room, packed his seven things into the big backpack and left. He never saw his parents again.

He wandered around, sleeping behind a gas station and by the train station. Finally he pulled himself together and went to the university, told the faculty chairman a robbery story and asked to be allowed to interrupt his studies. The man wagged his head because Leo was about to take his final exam, then looked at the unwashed boy in his ragged clothes and granted it. Leo was again loitering in the parking lots outside shopping malls, mugging women of all ages, fucking all of them. He also took a few bills from them, he had to finance his meager life somehow. He also took a little money from the cash register when the gas station attendant was in the back storage room. He was very careful and no one suspected anything.

Only after months did he venture to Karin's house, sleeping on the floor of the garden shed and watching for days. When her husband had left for work, as he did every day, he ventured out. Karin's fright triggered him, they ended up on the living room carpet. Karin enjoyed being fucked, as her husband squirted rather quickly and was otherwise unimaginative in bed. Gradually she told that his mother was still shy and depressed for a long time. She had not had sex since his birth, not even with his father, and lived completely asexually. And now, 25 years later, the rape by her own son! Until then she was only loosely friends with the mother, but the trauma was severe and the mother talked non‐stop about the rape. Karin had to describe her in great detail how Leo had fucked her. What images she still had in her mind of the rape, what exactly she had seen of her cunt or his cock. Karin laughed and said, there you have triggered something big! And the mother had started masturbating again after 30 years of abstinence, very very intensely. Karin laughed maliciously, a woman who did not fuck for 30 years and did not masturbate!

Leo wondered how simple‐minded Karin took these tales. After all, he himself had loosened a floorboard in his room and carefully removed layer after layer until he had arrived at the plaster of his parents' bedroom. It took hours of silent drilling before he drilled a tiny hole next to the ceiling light fixture and removed enough of the insulation to fit his face in and bring an eye to the tiny hole to spy. A feat of technical precision for a nine‐year‐old! In the years that followed, he lay in wait whenever someone went into the bedroom. He watched his mother masturbate on the big double bed every afternoon. In the dim darkness of the bedroom, he could only dimly see her hand rotating on the dark triangle. Sometimes she needed it a second time, sometimes she stretched her legs to the sky in the shape of a big V when she orgasmed. She always did it very secretly and never in the presence of her father.

Every Sunday, at the crack of dawn, she would put on her seductive babydoll and give her father a handjob while he caressed her body. Leo felt very uncomfortable because the father's cock was very small, even he had a bigger one. When she was impatient, she let her father's semen run over her fingers. Mostly, though, she took the cock in her mouth and masturbated it. Leo found it disgusting at first that she swallowed the semen. But she always laughed and kissed her husband with her semen‐wet mouth. In all those years, he never saw the two of them fucking.

Once every two months, Uncle Harry came to her secretly. He was his father's brother‐in‐law, to be exact, and only came secretly to fuck her. They would sneak into the bedroom almost silently, hurriedly undress and cuddle, their naked bodies close together. They didn't fuck for very long, and Uncle Harry bent way over backwards when he squirted. In the pale glow of the bedside lamp, Leo could see more detail. The big, thick cock stuck in her vagina as he pumped and squirted endlessly. They rarely fucked a second time, often the mother stretching her legs skyward and his cock plowing in and out long and steadily until the uncle stiffened and motionlessly let his seed squirt in. She never orgasmed while fucking and never masturbated when Uncle Harry was around. Leo was sad on the one hand because his mother so sneakily betrayed his father and smiled at his uncle when he cum deep in her vagina, but he was totally horny watching them on the other. In later years, he sometimes thought that he might be Harry's child. Probably. Probably.

As often as Karin was with his mother, she told everything in detail about her obsessive masturbation and the images and sensations at the bad event, of course. The mother closed her eyes at this fantasizing and relived it as she told, of Karin's cunt that her son squirted into, of the frantic exposure of her cunt and getting fucked that had changed her so much.

Leo visited Karin throughout the summer and into late fall. The garden cottage was a safe place, he could shower and eat every day. Karin loved to be fucked by him, although she only orgasmed when she masturbated. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and liked to let him watch her masturbate. When the neighbors began to whisper, they took their leave, Leo walked away and did not turn around. Karin cleaned up the garden shed.

He retreated to the Steigerwald when it rained incessantly and built himself a hut out of twigs and leaves. The cutting wind and the first snow drove him away, he hid in a hovel of the old forester's house, where the widow Theresa lived all alone. At first she assumed it was a raccoon or a fox. One night, as a fierce snowstorm swept around the old forester's house, she was awakened by the ruckus caused by the collapsed hovel. She jumped up, wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and went out with the oil lantern. She found a completely feral child with struwwel hair, neglected beard, and shivering in the cold. Her sodden shawl lay tight against her body, and Leo looked tremulously at her nakedness under the wet shawl in the light of the lamp. She reached for his hand and led him into the house. He shook his head vigorously as she pointed with her chin to warm bedrooms, the only heated room in the house. He couldn't sleep in the same bed as the centenarian. She shrugged, brought out a thin blanket. He slept on the wooden bench next to the front door in the freezing cold front room. When the widow got up in the morning, he was already gone. He had folded the blanket neatly.

Leo paused for a long, thoughtful moment before continuing. The widow was not 100, but only 64, and had lived alone since the forester's death. She had met him when she was barely 15 and went with the respectable man to the high stand. Of course she was freezing up there, in her thin weekday dirndl, of course he took off his jacket, the gentleman and put it over her shoulder and coincidentally left his hand there too. He held her tightly, it was bitterly cold after all. Explained everything, how the deer got the fawns when the roebuck mounted the doe. You understand, don't you? Yes, she nodded, she had seen it many times with dogs and cows, the mounting. The gentleman asked if she wanted to kiss him and she nodded, why not, she had already kissed many boys in the village school. After she had kissed him, he laughed and explained to her that in proper kissing one must also kiss with the tongue. She had learned it quickly and liked it very much. The forester was in his mid‐forties and slipped one hand into her cleavage while kissing. She always got palpitations when they kissed with their tongues and his hand gently and delicately caressed one breast, then the other. A pleasant shiver flowed from bottom to top through her body when he caressed the nipples and they became quite hard. She shuddered as he continued and tiny droplets came out of her vagina.

She went along to the high stand from then on with jubilant anticipation. She loved the kissing and the breast stroking. Pearly tingles ran up her spine when his hand crept along her thigh and stroked her panties ever so gently. That was so fine, that did so good, that she pulled the panties off with a quick grasp when he whispered in her ear. She cheered inwardly exultantly as he now caressed her labia and vaginal vestibule very delicately and gently while kissing her. When he got up to pee over the parapet, she looked at his cock unabashedly. It didn't look very appetizing the first time, but she didn't find it so repulsive after a few days. When she had to pee, she would squat down and let her little stream rain down into the forest. It didn't bother her that he was watching, after all, she watched him pee and shake the last drops off his cock.

He didn't seem satisfied and kept shaking, for quite a while, then a few more drops squirted out. He allowed her to hold his cock while he shook the next day. She laughed innocently because she could feel the throbbing of his cock with her fingertips as he squirted down to the forest. This was very exciting and she had never seen this before.

They continued the kissing and labia stroking. For days he whispered in her ear how beautiful she was, what a sweet cunt she had, he had never seen one more beautiful. As he kissed and nibbled her earlobes, he began whispering again from mounting her. She sat up bolt upright and said she was a virgin and had to stay that way until her wedding night, she couldn't let him mount her, no way! She simply parroted the words her mother forcefully instilled in her as she recounted the kissing and labia fondling with Mr. Forester. She took seriously what her mother said about mounting, even if she did not know what being a virgin meant and why men had to wait until the wedding night to mount. When the mother said that she had not waited to mount and that her boyfriend, the father of the beautiful Hannes, had shied away from the wedding, they hugged and cried. Therefore, she took it seriously, she assured the forester, therefore. No mounting!

He was very sad about it and she could only make him happy by kissing him delicately and properly. She took his hand and put it on her pubic cleft, then he became happy and remained so until winter. They did not see each other again until late spring, when it was warm enough to sit on the high stand without panties. The fool, of course, had forgotten all about it over the winter, kept bringing up mounting, and she wouldn't give in, standing firm and telling him not until the wedding night. He would have to marry her before then, period, done. It continued with kisses and labia stroking. When he paused for a moment while shaking, she adventurously grabbed his cock and shook it. Patiently he instructed that instead of shaking she should rub, and she quickly learned. She kissed, had her cunt caressed and rubbed him so that it just squirted in jets into the dark forest.

It was getting to be winter, she was now almost 17, and she visited him regularly at the forester's house. They lay on the bed, kissed endlessly and he was allowed to caress her labia. When he came back from the bathroom with his dick dangling out, she would rub it and make him squirt really fast. When she wanted to tease him, she pulled up her skirt, spread her legs and innocently touched her hairless pubic area with her hand. If you marry me, she teased, then you get to mount me! She grinned inwardly, because mostly he pounced on her, which excited her very much. But she protected her cunt with one hand while he rammed as the dogs do when mounting. She always took pity and rubbed his cock until it squirted on her pubic cleft. First marry, then mount!

She drove him completely crazy. He went to her mother and arranged the wedding date. After he left, her mother hugged her and sobbed that he must have already fucked her. Thea, as she was called, did not understand and looked into her mother's eyes. Uncertainly she asked back, mount? The mother answered in the affirmative with an unhappy smile. No, said Thea, first marry, then mount! and the mother smiled with relief, you're a clever child!

The wedding was beautiful, everyone cried. The almost fifty‐year‐old forester in his most beautiful traditional suit, the seventeen‐year‐old Thea in a richly embroidered festive dirndl dress. There was eating, laughing and drinking as if there was no tomorrow. All the young boys gripped tightly when they danced with Thea, some hands grabbed her buttocks, but no matter, they were all drunk with joy. There was a lot of talking, shouting and cheering. Some father, some mother whispered with relief that the old groper and virgin abuser would now be in firm hands, it was about time! It was no secret that no young girl was safe from the forester, he had often had to pay for an abortion.

But, away with the gloomy thoughts, there was dancing, laughing and drinking, yes, especially drinking. Thea needed a break and looked for her husband. She found him, drunk as a skunk, opposite the toilets, in the checkroom. He was in the middle of mounting and girl and she was outraged and deeply hurt. He looked up with an uncertain expression and slurred something, but the innkeeper's fat, ugly daughter reached out to him, telling him to go on. Thea moved closer, she saw above all the young girl's big fat ass, her wet cunt and in the middle of it the cock that actually belonged to her until death do us part! She watched with sad rage as her husband fucked and at one point cramped up in the laborious, drunken squirting. The fat girl let out a loud fart, then Thea went back into the hall.

She was offended and hurt. Of course, she had also drunk more alcohol than ever, but she was hell‐bent on repaying her husband's infidelity on their wedding day. Her husband had squandered the right to first mount on a fat, unchaste 13–year old. She would give her first time to someone else, too. Of course it would be Hannes, the same age, that was no question for her. The dearest playmate, whom she also liked precisely because she knew that they had the same father. And because she could share with him all the secrets of what the forester was doing with her. After she had learned rubbing and squirting from the forester, she had also often rubbed him to squirting, because Hannes' cock was more beautiful than all the dozens of cocks she had ever seen, curiously felt or rubbed to squirting. In this respect she was popular with all the boys in the village, because it was completely uncomplicated, she liked to do it to everyone.

Wild at heart, she challenged handsome Hannes to a drinking duel, tipping one liquor after another, then whispering in his ear. She went ahead, looked for an empty guest room and left the door open. Hannes, Fritz and little Joschi came in and grinned, shifting sheepishly from one foot to the other. She took off her panties and white stockings and lay down on the bed. Hannes, if you like? she asked redundantly and held out her hand. She felt only a tiny sting when her hymen tore, but she let all three of them mount her and was not satisfied until no one could squirt anymore. She didn't know later how many times she was mounted before she straightened her clothes and went back down the hall.

The marriage was unspectacular. Every night she lay expectantly in bed waiting for her husband. They never talked about the fact that he had fucked the fat girl on their wedding night, he probably didn't remember either. And of course she didn't tell about the wedding fucking either, what was the point? Her sex life was fine at first, for years she waited for the child she was never to have. Every evening the forester got drunk and more and more often forgot to fuck Thea. He beat her more and more often and retreated to the high seat with his liquor, brought a deer or two rabbits in the evening and sat down at the kitchen table to drink while she cooked. Sometimes old or new friends came over during the day, she conscientiously checked the kitchen clock beforehand to make sure her husband hadn't come home before she gave her cunt away for a quickie. The wet shiny cunt of the fat innkeeper's daughter, in which her cheating husband fucked, could never be erased from her memory. The older she got, the rarer the quickies became. Her husband's boozing was worrisome, his beating terrifying. The first time he beat her with his leather belt, she had had enough of him.

Another day he did not come home in the evening. She alerted the rural police by phone, who found him in the morning hours. He had shot his head off, which of course she already knew. Everyone from the village came to express their condolences. Some saw the old and new marks and the welts on her face and shook their heads. A pity, a pity, they said, but the beating had now ended. The rural policemen questioned her empathetically, it was enough for them that he drank intemperately and beat her because he was failing in his sexuality. He had often talked about breaking up, the widow said in a breaking voice.

Of course, she couldn't confuse the poor policemen with the fact that she had mixed crushed sleeping pills into the thermos flask with the coffee that morning and hours later sneaked up to the high seat to hold the rifle under the sleeping man's chin and pull the trigger. She exchanged the thermos flask for another and washed it thoroughly at home, as well as her stained clothes. No, she did not want to cause any confusion and, as was expected, wept heartbreakingly at her husband's grave.

She received a good widow's pension and was allowed to stay in the old forester's house, since a new one had been built two communities away. After the funeral, old friends came for a refreshing quickie, and some stayed overnight. She listened to the radio a lot and read books from the library all day, marveling at the diversity of life and distant worlds. Two or three times a week she went to the Steigerwald, often sitting for hours on the high seat in the sun and dreaming of the good times when kissing, labia stroking and rubbing squirting were still new. She remembered fondly the man he was then. The other had left this world with a loud bang, that was fine with her.

After a beautiful night, when good Hannes had hurried home, she played devotedly with her cunt. She had discovered masturbation! She had discovered the orgasm! Hour after hour she masturbated, stayed in bed all day and only stopped exhausted the next night. She slept it off and masturbated again, orgasm after orgasm, until she could take no more. She felt an unknown tugging in her stomach. Hunger! She laughed for minutes, how could she forget to eat!

The years passed, the quickies and fucking became less frequent, but she understood and didn't blame anyone. She could give herself an orgasm whenever she wanted. Even in front of the TV that Hannes had installed for her. She had asked him to install the soft porn subscription as well. She liked watching other people fuck and masturbate. At 60, she didn't feel like it anymore. It was confusing to have no desire to masturbate, to have the orgasms. Quite abruptly and stuttering, the desire stopped. She didn't need it anymore. The years passed, she left the broken TV and read book after book. For a long time she no longer managed to climb up to the high stand. She was 64, tired and exhausted, waiting for winter. And then, in the middle of a snowstorm, this disheveled and neglected child fell into her lap.

The next morning she got up very early and made breakfast. Then she rattled the dishes and the boy woke up. He hastily tried to pick up his seven things and was about to leave, but she called out from the kitchen, Breakfast! and he stopped. Come, there is breakfast, she repeated and he turned around. He hesitated for a long time, then came to the table and sat on the edge of the chair. Gradually he began to eat, apparently he had not had anything to eat for days– or weeks. She got up and said I'll fix another egg dish and prepared it. While he was eating, she said, I am Thea, the Widow Theresa, and then she asked what his name was. He did not answer, put his plate in the sink and went out. Then he turned and said thank you for breakfast, walked two steps and said, Leo, before disappearing into the snow flurry.

In the evening Leo came back, she cooked dinner. He could take a shower, she had already laid out everything for him. He obeyed silently, aware that he stank like a polecat. He put on the clean shirt, which was much too big, the underwear was also too big, but it had to fit. He had to roll up the forester's pants all the way, laughing grimly as he looked at himself in the mirror. She just nodded and after dinner she said she had spread the blanket in the bedroom, it was warmer there than in the front room. She was so determined that he resigned himself to his fate.

They drank the local sour white wine in silence. He told her his full name, his parents' address, and told the same robbery story he had told at the university. He was not a bearded child but already 28 and was at the end of law school, he could take the final exam in spring. She listened attentively and fetched a pair of scissors, she could cut his hair and beard. He preferred to do it himself and went to the bathroom. When he was done, the kitchen was already dark and Thea was already lying in her double bed reading a book.

She was naked, totally naked! Usually, of course, she covered her nakedness with a blanket, but she felt incredibly exhilarated tonight, having emptied the second bottle all by herself. And the poor boy must have been half‐starved after so many days in the woods! Somehow she could see the long abstinence on his face, already playing with this thought while drinking wine. Not that she needed it, but he did, goddamn, for sure!

Her white hair was braided into a pigtail as usual, her slender, lean body covered with old, wrinkled skin. Her breasts were small, wrinkled sacs, the nipples were large and pointed in contrast. Leo had seen such nipples only on aroused women before. Her arms and legs were thin and covered with wrinkled skin. The hip bones protruded conspicuously from under the wrinkled skin. He stared mesmerized at her sparse light pubic hair, which revealed a view of her pubic area. She had strikingly large labia, the jagged inner labia peeking out, and he could not hide his erection.

She had noticed his stares and put the book aside. She turned the bedside lamp switch and the lamp continued to shine with dim light. When you are done looking, take off your clothes, she said, I always sleep naked. He obeyed mechanically and she looked at his stiff cock. He stared at her hand, which very lightly caressed her loins and labia, and held his cock, naturally rubbing a bit. With glittering eyes she saw that he was horny to explode. She watched his slow rubbing, the bouncing of his glans, and how suddenly his semen squirted in thick jets into his hand and then dripped onto the floor. She thought at first that he was relieved of the initial, urgent pressure and that his cock would go limp, as she had seen many men do. But on the contrary, she found that he was still tense to the breaking point, holding and lightly rubbing his erect cock as if in a trance. Well, come on, she said, tapping her hand demandingly on the mattress, his gaze wandering indecisively back and forth between the thin blanket on the floor and the bed. He desperately held his cock in his hand and his desire grew. In the dim light he could no longer see the wrinkled skin, only a desirous woman lying ready on the bed, reaching out for him. There was nothing holding him anymore.

Thea's vagina was completely dry, he applied plenty of spit before penetrating. Although Thea didn't have an orgasm, she was actively fucking him, hugging him with both arms and stroking him. Her vagina was terribly tight and she thought about the fact that she hadn't fucked in ages. But it felt so good. After squirting, he laid his head on her chest and recovered. Thank you so much for taking me in, he whispered. I hope it's okay for you to fuck me, he added. She just nodded, words were not necessary. Her hand groped for his cock, making it stiff again with gentle rubbing. She moistened her vagina with saliva and his seed before they fucked again.

He studied in his thick books during the day and she read French classics. After a while, she taught him how to shoot and he carefully crept into the Steigerwald. Initially he came back empty‐handed, but soon there were roasted hares and legs of venison. Hannes, who had taken over the tiny grocery store from his parents, delivered her groceries twice a week. He had a cup of coffee and they chatted, then she told him that she had picked up an orphan boy in the snowstorm and he was now living with her. Leo returned with the much too large rifle over his shoulder, dragging a deer behind him. That's how he met Hannes, who took the deer and subsequently traded many more deer and rabbits for food. Leo felt accepted by both of them and really loved by Thea. They noted his small stature and hump, but never lost even a word about it.

On his rambles, the little hunter explored the trails where female joggers were often on the move. But he didn't need it, regular fucking with Thea was enough to keep his desires in check. When his desires and violent fantasies became too violent, he forced Thea to masturbate with her legs spread wide. The first time she cried with shame to let him watch this very private action and her orgasm. But when he had that crazy look, she had to do it four or five times until he fucked her wildly and immediately slept away. Thea was bitter because she had to wrestle the orgasms from her body without feeling the earlier pleasure. Leo was afterwards again the sensitive, lovable boy who did her so well.

Thea really liked being fucked so often. She no longer cried when she had to masturbate during his break. Her orgasm didn't shake her as violently as it used to, she just tensed up briefly and pressed a finger to her clit. Already after a short time the shamefulness lost itself and she masturbated now gladly after fucking, the orgasms prepared her again a little desire.

Leo experienced more affection and love than ever before in his life. Thea kept hugging him, stroking his face or his mop of hair, showing her love and affection for her child as if he were her own. She never wanted to kiss, she did not want to subject her boy to her toothless mouth. Sometimes there was a kiss on her cheek or his cheek when they wanted to express great feelings.

In the spring he took the final exam and returned to the forester's house as quickly as he could. He took off his beautiful suit and hung it next to the other two that Thea had had made for him for a new start. Thea hugged him tightly and read the certificate over and over. They drank their best wine and Leo was glad that she didn't mention his parents with a word. She ignored the fact that he still had to do some internships and raved about the fact that he could pursue a respected profession as a lawyer. Fiddle‐dee‐dee, internships, he could leave the nest and fly away. By bedtime, they were pretty drunk and partying in bed until they fell asleep smiling happily.

Hannes had gotten him a moped, which he paid off in installments. He took on several jobs as a legal clerk and worked his way up to the biggest law firm. His jealous competitors treated him disparagingly as a clerical assistant, but more and more often the boss found a loose leaf in his file in which Leo contributed his evaluation, his hints and tactical considerations to the case. It didn't take long for the boss to realize the talent that brought the coffee and files from the archives and entrusted Leo with more important cases than his envious colleagues. Things were looking up, Leo would apply for his license in a year and a half. But it didn't get that far.

When he had done everything, he would rattle through town on his moped. Karin lived alone, her husband had fallen in love with the beautiful daughter of a business partner and had moved with her to South Africa. That he had fallen in love did not surprise Karin, the beautiful black girl was educated and of lovely nature. Karin watched her with X‐ray eyes during their short visits, looking at the beautiful breasts that were clearly visible under the thin blouse. The beautifully shaped body, the graceful thighs as well as her elegant movements proved her husband right. The beauty sat down in her miniskirt opposite her, revealing her bulging mini‐panties. Contrary to our custom, she let her knees slide apart slightly and Karin clearly saw her labia and vaginal cleft as the panties slid aside following physics. The beauty bent hypocritically to the side to rummage in her purse, but more importantly, for the panties to shift entirely to the side. Amid the black skin, her vagina and clit glowed bright pink, and she took her time showing off her jewels to her predecessor for minutes before straightening up again. They looked into each other's eyes and Karin smiled as she saw the triumph in the 19–year old's eyes. She had realized why her husband had completely lost his mind. This was not just a pretty young girl, this was a volcano! With a heavy heart he left her the house and a nice monthly alimony, for life. It was with a heavy heart that she let him move to South Africa, hoping his good business sense and passion for making money would make up for his disappointing sexuality.

Leo listened, but what mattered most to him was fucking. With Karin it was very different than with Thea and so he came very often to her before he rattled home. He had told Thea about Karin at some point and she breathed a sigh of relief that he had taken an age‐appropriate mistress. She listened breathlessly when he told in detail about Karin, for it excited her greatly. Of course, Karin reported everything about Leo's successful start in life to his mother, but he didn't want to hear about his mother. Karin was unfortunately quite stupid and so it slipped out that she and his mother were more than just friends.

He stopped in the middle of fucking and looked at her inquiringly. She didn't remember how it started with his mother, at some point the air around them crackled and they masturbated at the same time watching each other. They cuddled and kissed and rolled naked on the bed. His mother was very clumsy and could not make Karin orgasm, she always had to get it herself. The first time Karin licked her she whooped with horniness, it was the discovery of the century! After all, she could bring Karin to the edge of orgasm in this way, so that she only needed a few magic finger movements to orgasm. His mother, on the other hand, let Karin give it to her four or five times in a row. Leo's imagination kicked in and he fucked Karin so wildly that she only had to touch her clit to orgasm. From now on, she got him horny every time she fucked him by telling him about her lesbian shenanigans.

For a while this went well, he was concentrated at work. Karin, whose breathing turned into gasps and who triggered the orgasm with her magic finger before he had to squirt. Thea, who satisfied herself after fucking and gave him a shy and shameful look like a 13–year old after her orgasm. Thea, whom he sometimes licked very intensely to orgasm and who initially hid her face in her hands, so ashamed was she of the pleasure she felt. She could only guess what an overcoming it must have cost him to caress her wrinkled, old flesh with his mouth and tongue. She didn't know, of course, how much Karin's lesbian shenanigans fired him up. Thea would never take a cock in her mouth, although that was often shown on TV. It was disgusting, even though she enjoyed it so insanely beyond all disgust when he kissed the long way down her wrinkled belly, grinning mischievously, and finally arrived at her clit. She could have screamed with joyful excitement when he bit her clit more or less gently. With those little bites, he made her clit big and all stiff before licking it.

Something was missing, the thrill, the assault, the violence.

He kept rattling the surrounding area, watching intently the females, runners and runners jogging here at the edge of the Steigerwald forest. The first one he dragged into the bushes had hit the ground unhappily. He checked the fainter's pulse, tugged her leggings down to her ankles and raped her. He smoked a cigarette and raped her again. Then he put her back on and ran away because she regained consciousness. Several more girls followed, whom he threatened if they would spill the beans. Some escaped because he could not catch up with them as they fled. He was careful and watched the scene for days before he struck again.

Then came the last one, Kati.

At the first assault, Kati immediately overcame her fright and whispered, okay, I'm not resisting. She pulled her pants down to her ankles and lay down. I haven't fucked since high school, she muttered as he penetrated. He thought it couldn't have been that long ago, she wasn't even twenty. She fucked really well and orgasmed at the same moment he squirted. They sat in silence on the forest floor smoking until he got erect again. Even the second time she was able to hold back the orgasm until he squirted. He was ablaze, this was very different than with Karin or Thea. When he left, she called after him, the day after tomorrow at the same time!

Two days passed, he felt as if a switch had been flipped in his head. He waited impatiently behind the bushes, Kati came, as the only jogger with a short skirt. She walked ahead and took off her panties as she walked. The sweatpants were too tight last time, she whispered as he penetrated. Again she held back the orgasm until he squirted. He looked at her wet shiny cunt with great interest while she told him that she had been masturbating very frequently since childhood. It was only in the last year of school that the twins, called only Castor and Pollux by everyone, had conquered her and she always liked to let them fuck her. But they both complained she orgasmed too soon, so she trained for months not to let the orgasm wash over her immediately, but to sustain it for a long time just before. Very detailed and flowery embellished her report on how she tamed the orgasm. Unfortunately, school was out and she had not fucked for half a year. Leo played with her clit with his eyes closed while she narrated. His erection was firm and he fucked her again. Despite all the excitement he was watching her, she had been quietly orgasming for quite a while and only allowed it the moment he squirted. They arranged themselves again and went back to the walkway.

Although he was not yet finished with his work, he went to the meeting place as arranged. No, this time he wanted to surprise her and went back two hundred meters. Kati let out a scream when a hand suddenly grabbed her in surprise. She smiled when she recognized him, but her scream was real and sparked his desire. But no sooner had he begun to fuck with concentration as strong male hands grabbed him from behind and yanked him back. He kicked, bit and boxed wildly, kicked shins, and was still brought down after much screaming kicking, spitting and wild flailing.

Two men held him down, the third went to the fourth. He did not move.

He spent thousands of lonely hours in prison, not admitting his guilt to himself. He had done nothing to the man, and Kati would confirm that it was consensual sex. His boss had hung up on him when he asked for defense by the public defender's office. The public defender was a simple‐minded old drunk who thought only of his retirement.

A thousand times he closed his eyes and recalled his memories. The same images over and over again. They swept him up. His body panicked, spurting his seed over Kati's abdomen. He kicked around. One, his kick mercilessly hit hard in the testicles, the man fell unconscious on the forest path, his face slapped on a stone. The second, whom his kick hit, let go of him and went to his knees. Kati darted past, tripped over the man on the ground and scrambled to her feet, running away. He now had one hand free and punched the man, who was holding him ironclad, square in the face. Although he was thrashing and kicking at the top of his lungs, two held him by the upper arms while the third pummeled him until he slumped to his knees, close to fainting.

Hundreds, even thousands of times he saw Kati run, trip over the man and chase away. Hundreds of times Kati tripped and fell on the man with all her body weight. He didn't want to admit it, but that was the only way the man's neck could break. Again and again he cried because he felt he was completely innocent of the man's death. But he also cried because at the same time he could not blame Kati. Stumbling, falling and breaking the man's neck?

The court believed the three witnesses, who all swore under penalty of perjury that Leo had stepped on their friend's neck, with full force. After all, they said, it did not happen on purpose, but during the scuffle. The woman he was supposed to have dragged into the bushes and raped could not be found, so they waived that charge. The grizzled judge didn't let Leo get a word in edgewise and listened to his defense attorney's mumbling with only half an ear, scribbling on his writing pad. The crippled dwarf who defiled our innocent daughters, who had kicked one of her rescuers to death!

His defense counsel laboriously wove his way through the tangled maze of his argument. He paused to continue, then the judge stood up and so did everyone present, the court retired to deliberate! Leo was perplexed, he didn't get a chance to make his well thought out defense speech. After a brief deliberation, Leo was sentenced to seven years for manslaughter.

Gert was released after four and a half months, visited Leo a few more times and brought him two cartons of cigarettes, which were considered hard currency in prison. Their correspondence fell asleep after a few months.

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