Magdeburg 1631

At the end of May 1631, Imperial General Tilly ordered the destruction of Magdeburg. The Catholics ravaged the city for three days, murdering, robbing and raping until Tilly put a stop to the troops. Franz Herrnthaler fought under Tilly, murdering and robbing like all Lansquenets. He differed from the murderers in only two respects: he only took coins and left gold objects and jewels to the others. Secondly, he had an inner inhibition about raping girls or women. He asked his victims and found enough who, in mortal fear, preferred to be fucked rather than killed. Like the others, he was drunk for 4 days, filled his wallet with coins and fucked as many girls and women as he could.

On the morning of the 4th day, Franz woke up in the bed of a frightened citizen's wife. Trembling like an aspen leaf, the childlike young widow let him fuck her with his morning wood twice with a break. He was halfway sober and examined the good girl's pussy curiously and ordered her to masturbate during the break. She didn't know where her clit was. He spread her labia with two fingers and searched for her clit. She stammered that she had never done it herself before, but she did it anyway for the first time in her life, clumsily obeying his instructions and crying with fear. She really didn't seem to have a clue, he showed her how to masturbate. She was really stupid at first, but her clit swelled and throbbed. She rubbed herself gently and anxiously, but she was getting there. Her face took on an incredulous expression as she gradually came to orgasm. The orgasm almost tore her apart and she didn't stop crying. Franz couldn't wait any longer and fucked her before the orgasm shook her totally. She orgasmed for a very long time and let herself be fucked the second time, crying and sobbing quietly, until her orgasm subsided and he squirted inside. When he pulled away, she kissed his hand gratefully because he had let her live.

He got dressed and walked across the cathedral square in the light rain. No one was to be seen, the cathedral had been declared a no‐fight zone and he froze in the middle of the cathedral square. A powerful bolt of lightning struck and froze him. He closed his eyes and expected to die. Everyone who was struck by lightning died, he thought. But all he felt was a tremendous heat and his heart leapt. Was it the finger of God, the God he had completely lost in 15 years of war service? He lost consciousness and still thought it was for sure not a reflection of a window glass. It was much bigger, much more powerful and it knocked him over.

Franz couldn't remember later how he had gotten up, how he had wandered through the alleys, drinking a cup of wine here and there, even though he was already senselessly drunk. Nor did he wake up from his stupor when he was attacked and defended himself against his attackers. He didn't know who had hurt him, who wanted to kill him and why. He staggered on, bleeding, and collapsed unconscious in front of a house.

Franz Herrnthaler woke up in a bed. A woman was sitting next to him and washing him. He was only awake for half a second and fell asleep calmly. Someone was looking after him, that was all he thought. Was it his mother or Bettina or old Agnes? He couldn't open his eyes to see who it was.

He woke up later. He was naked and the woman was washing him with a cloth. She heard him croak and stopped washing him. She covered him up and sat on the edge of the bed. "You are safe here and you will recover. No, stay down, you're still far too weak. Don't worry, you're safe here!" He murmured, "I am Franz Herrnthaler from Tyrol" and sank back into a deep sleep.

At some point he woke up again. The woman was washing his naked body with the wet cloth. She held his stiff cock with one hand and washed it hard. He had been staring between her naked thighs and she noticed his gaze. "I have to wash you every morning, you have squirted yourself every night," she said, blushing. "I have not touched you indecently, Sir Franz!" She continued to wash him and he continued to stare between her thighs. She noticed his gaze again and opened her thighs a little wider. At the same moment as he caught a glimpse of her slit, he poured himself into her hand. A girl of about 10 was sitting on a stool in the corner with her legs pulled up, tugging at her labia and staring wide‐eyed at his cock. He groaned and squirted and the lady patiently held his cock until he had finished squirting. She washed his cock clean and murmured that he had been doing it like this for days. "How long have I been...?" he asked quietly. It made him feel so good the way she washed his cock. "You collapsed in my yard eight days ago, Sir Franz. I dragged you in and my daughter fetched the healer. You have a deep wound in your side and other wounds on your left arm. The healer initially thought you were going to die, but I nursed you because you were so helpless."

He stayed awake. She was the widow Katharina Kramer and the girl was her 11‐year‐old daughter Eva. He repeated his name and that he came from the town of Schwaz in Tyrol, that he was in the service of the Emperor and a Catholic soldier. Katharina smiled, she didn't care, for the time being he was a sick man and not a soldier. He was safe here because there was a Catholic convent next door that was off‐limits to the warring parties. This house was only rarely attacked by soldiers, but that was probably normal in this cruel war. She was reformed, but that meant nothing. There was only one God to whom they all prayed. Her son Paul had been killed 10 years ago near Leipzig, her husband 9 years ago near Halle. She had experienced enough war and still hadn't lost her faith in the good.

Franz was surprised in the evening when Katharina knelt naked next to the bed and prayed a psalm half aloud. She lay down next to him and turned her back to him. He asked if he could put his arm around her and Katharina nodded, "Yes, Sir Franz!" The wound in his ribs hurt like hell, but he put his arm around Katharina. She felt his stiff cock against her ass cheeks and reached back, placing his cock deeply in the crease of her ass. She stroked him gently until he came. "Oh, Maid Katharina!" he moaned and she whispered that it was all right. He had sensed right away that she didn't want to fuck regularly and he held back himself. But every night she came nakedly to bed after her prayers, she turned her back to him and allowed him to press his cock into the crease of her ass. She reached back and pressed the tip of his glans deep into her asshole. He didn't want to fuck her in the ass, but then she pressed his glans resolutely into her asshole. She caressed his cock gently and tenderly until he cummed in her asshole. "It's okay," she murmured, it was okay. "I don't like fucking in the other way at the moment," she added. He squirted in her asshole every night, that's what she wanted.

He stayed in bed for another 10 days, she washed him every morning with the rag and held his morning wood, then flashing her pussy until he squirted. She washed his cock smiling. "You have a great semen pressure, Sir Franz!" she once said, "I've never seen anything like it in a man!"

On every Sunday morning, Eva was allowed to come into bed naked with her mother and cuddle with her. She stroked Katharina's pussy and Katharina stroked hers, she stroked Eva's labia and her clit very specifically without masturbating her directly. She gently and tenderly rubbed Eva's clitoris until the little girl opened her trembling legs wide. Katharina continued to stroke her without masturbating her clit until the girl flinched violently and clashed her thighs. Franz suspected that Eva had an orgasm this way every Sunday morning, but he never mentioned it. Katharina had been fucking herself the whole time with two outstretched fingers, the index finger and the middle finger. She increased the tempo and jerked to a trembling orgasm. She exchanged a look with Franz as if to apologize for only letting him squirt in her asshole.

Eva didn't dare right away to cuddle with Sir Franz straight away, but eventually she did and rubbed her body against his. He was a little embarrassed because he had never cuddled with such a young girl before, except with Bettina. Little Eva sensed this very clearly and avoided ever touching his cock with her hand or fingers. She wanted rubbing her little pussy against his body, against his cock, because it was very, very exciting. She sat down on his cock and pressed her pussy onto his half‐stiff cock, which was lying on his stomach. "May I, Sir?" she asked softly, "I need it very badly now!" He nodded with a smile. "Go ahead, my girl, go ahead!" He couldn't see her clit, it was obviously small and well hidden. She supported herself with her arms and began to rub her pussy back and forth on his cock. He briefly touched her very small, round breasts and her pointed teats. She closed her eyes and concentrated on riding his cock. The faster she moved, the louder her strained panting became. She opened her eyes wide and stared at him before she flinched violently and clashed her thighs. He looked into her eyes in a very friendly way and gently stroked her small buttocks until her heart stopped beating furiously.

"She slept with me all those years," said Katharina as they sat on the tree trunk at the riverbank, "she didn't want to sleep alone after Laurenz died, until you came, Sir Franz. I only rarely had a lover during that long time, Eva found fucking boring and left us alone. I fucked myself with two fingers every Sunday morning, but Eva found that boring too. She wanted to cuddle, our bodies nestled together and we just stroked each other's body. It was only a year ago that she wanted me to caress her pussy directly until she came hard. I think she orgasms like I do when I fuck myself with two fingers. I know that I get an orgasm that way like when I fuck a man, but whether Eva gets an orgasm, I really don't know."

Franz remained silent. He knew how Agnes, the mother, Bettina and the maid Eva had masturbated and orgasmed. But it seemed unseemly to him to tell Katharina about it. "Eva probably orgasms," he finally said, "she rides my cock like she's fucking me and always ends up having an orgasm, I think."

"Is it okay with you, Sir Franz, or should I forbid Eva?" No, he didn't want that at all, he objected. "She is in the process of discovering her own sexuality and we should allow that. What do you think, Katharina?" She thought for a long time. "I wish I knew what was right." She thought about it. "I can see her fucking you on Sunday mornings, riding your cock with her pussy passionately. When we're alone, she raves about it and would rather fuck you today than tomorrow. But it's still far too early for that."

Franz laughed. "God forbid I would fuck your daughter! I'm always amused when we're working in the field and she tempts me with showing her pussy all the time. I like that, of course, as a young virgin maidens pussy makes me really hot, admitted. But I don't forget myself, dear Katharina!"

Franz asked in the silence, "And since when do you fuck yourself with two fingers?" Katharina gave him a long look. "Since I lost my virginity. I used to do it every night when I was young, but when I married Laurenz I stopped, he was an excellent fucker and I didn't need it anymore. Laurenz told me to keep doing it, it was a good training for fucking. And a lot of women have to do it because they don't orgasm while fucking. When he had died and I very rarely had a man to fuck, I went back to fuck myself every night. Eva found it boring, but when she sucked on my teats like a baby until she slept away, I always got very horny and fucked myself with my fingers." Franz nodded and said she was the first woman he had ever seen finger‐fuck herself. They sat next to each other in silence. Katharina sighed deeply. "Forgive me, dear Franz, for only letting you squirt in my asshole, but somehow it seems wrong to me to fuck you. I don't know why, but that's exactly how I feel." Franz nodded and murmured that he wasn't quite well yet anyway, the wound in his side was healing very slowly. He was very grateful that she caressed his cock and made him squirt, that was all a sick man really could ask for.

Katharina and Eva worked in the field behind the house every day. They grew cauliflower, but mostly cabbage heads, which Katharina sold in town. He wasn't really ready yet, but he pulled himself together and helped diligently. The three of them were able to process almost twice as many heads of cabbage and Katharina now went into town twice a week. He stayed on the farm because the war was still raging, even if Magdeburg was no longer the focus of attention. Franz made a yoke out of two pieces of wood so that they could harness two goats to the small cart and Katharina only had to lead the goats and no longer had to pull the cart herself. The weeks passed peacefully.

One evening, when Katharina came home with the cart, he saw that she had been crying. He asked her, of course, but she didn't talk until they were in bed. She wiped his semen from the crease of her ass and cried again. Franz hugged her and asked. "The women at the market, they're talking again. My Laurenz, my husband, didn't fall in battle at all, they gossiped. The one‐armed man said so." Franz knew the soldiers well. They usually gossiped, but there was usually a grain of truth in all of the stories. He stood up resolutely and got dressed. He asked if she could give him a few coins, because he wasn't going to be stopped. He slipped his knife into his belt and went into town, he would come back when he had got to the bottom of the matter, he told Katharina. She shouldn't cry anymore, it might take a few days, but he would be back.

He returned on the third night. He placed a beautiful sword on the table and had Catherine bandage the wounds on his left arm. She had let out a scream when she saw the sword. "This belonged to my Laurenz, I gave it to him when he enlisted to fight. A spanish sword from Toledo, for 47 silver guilders. — Where did you get it?" Only now did she notice his bloody arm and fetched some bandages. Franz reported. He soon found the one‐armed man and invited him for a cup of wine, and another and another, until he had elicited the whole story from him.

The one‐armed man was there in the soldiers camp of Halle. Laurenz had a problem with Peter Hofstätter, the son of a rich man, right from the start. "Peter Hofstätter, I know him!" exclaimed Katharina. In any case, the one‐armed man claimed that Hofstätter had stabbed Laurenz in the back after a heavy argument about Katharina. Franz kept an eye on the matter, eavesdropping on the one‐armed man until he could add nothing more. Hofstätter was not hard to find, he sat in the 'Golden Peacock' every evening with his former comrades from the war and drank with them. Franz sat down and listened to the various stories. He remained silent for a long time, but when the opportunity arose, he casually brought Laurenz Kramer into the conversation. Hofstätter gave him a few poisonous looks, but the old comrades jumped at the chance. Some of them had been there and described the loud and hostile arguments about Katharina and the murder. Hofstätter had a reputation to lose and drank cup after cup. He boasted that Katharina had actually been his wife and that Laurenz Kramer had snatched her away from him. He was proud to have got rid of his rival. Franz now made it known that he was now Katharina's lover and provoked Hofstätter until the latter called him into the inner courtyard in a rage. An unequal duel ensued, Hofstätter with the long Spanish blade, Franz with his much shorter knife. He had not really recovered yet, but Hofstätter was quite drunk. He kept hurting Franz, but he was no match for him. Franz put him in a headlock from behind and plunged the knife into his heart a dozen times. He took the sword and Hofstätter's purse and left him lying there. "He has paid for the murder, Maid Katharina," said Franz, "he was a dishonorable, bad fellow." Katharina dressed his wounds in silence and went back to bed. She lay in the crook of his arm and told him now everything.

"I was a very pretty girl back then and had many lovers. My father was very concerned about my reputation and wanted to marry me off quickly and well. Hofstätter was a good match, my father thought, and so he brought us together. Hofstätter was, simply said, not a good fucker, but for my father's sake I let him fuck me every day, my father lying beside us as chaperone. Hofstätter was always angry when I sat up after his miserable fucking and lovingly rubbed my father to make him squirt. Before I made him squirt, I kissed Dad on the lips and said softly, how nice him rubbing is for me. After squirting, I kissed Dad's cock and licked it clean, knowing full well how annoyed that made Hofstätter. Sometimes I annoyed the guy to the point of white heat by fucking myself to orgasm with two fingers and cockily remarking that that was the right way to get an orgasm. Hofstätter was sure that he would get me because I let him fuck me daily. But I fell in love with the surgeon Laurenz Kramer, who was considered a womanizer, but was a really good man and for sure a very good fucker."

"I once called him to my old father, who had fallen and hurt himself. We couldn't pay the surgeon, I said, but he did what he usually does when you have no money: he wanted to fuck me instead of the coins. I admit that I had swindled him, because I had enough money. But I wanted to fuck him. I lay down next to my father in the big bed and let him fuck me. I was very much in love with him and we fucked wonderfully. My father grumbled that I was actually promised to Hofstätter, but he smiled every time Laurenz fucked me. He could see for himself how good the fucking and the orgasms with Laurenz did me. Laurenz let me rub my father's cock with a smile and whistled friendly through his teeth when I made my old man squirt high vigorously. He smiled when I did my father a favor and licked his cock clean. It was Laurenz who made me let my father squirt directly in my mouth and swallow the semen, and my father loved that very much! My father finally saw who was right for me."

"I said goodbye to Hofstätter and only saw him again when I became a widow and Hofstätter suddenly turned up in my door. He was still a bad fucker, but I mourned Laurenz and Hofstätter had served with him. I only thought of Laurenz when I let the Hofstätter fuck me. I should have sent him packing, but he told a lot of stories about Laurenz, so I let him fuck me as often he came by. He must have sensed my coldness, because he came less and less often, drank instead of fucking me and than never came again. And now he's dead — well done, Sir Franz!" Katharina straightened up with tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Sir Franz, — you have done me and Laurenz a good turn, I thank you for that!"

Katharina hugged him directly for the first time. "The good Lord, yours and mine, created us for fucking, my dear, and not for rubbing and squirting in the goat pen!" smiled Katharina. Franz blanched. While working in the field, he had always positioned himself so that he could look up Katharina's or Eva's skirt. How different their pussies were! Katharina was a grown woman of 43 and you could see from her pussy that she had fucked hard all her life. Eva was only 12 or 13, her pussy was untouched and childlike. A narrow virgin slit and labia that swelled innocently at first, the delicate fuzz above was barely recognizable. Yet it was precisely this innocent, childlike pussy that excited him so much. He went straight to the goat pen after work, relieved himself and squirted on the floor.

Katharina saw his thoughtful face and smiled. "Eva told me every time that you rubbed your cock in the stable and squirted on the floor. I had to explain to her again and again why men do that. She said you were aroused by her letting you look up her skirt. I told her not to talk crazy, but she found out that there really was a connection." Katharina smiled and scratched the hairs on the back of his neck. "Enough of the goat pen! Come, lie down with me and fuck me, you're my hero and you've really earned it! And if you have to, think about fucking Eva's pussy, I don't mind!"

"Please be careful, Sir Franz, because I only have a very small, very tight pussyhole! Penetrate carefully and don't hurt me!" He nodded with a lump in his throat and penetrated her very carefully. My God, that was a tight little pussyhole, even tighter than Bettina's! At 43, Katharina was already an older woman and he wouldn't have expected her to have such a tight pussy. But she really liked the fucking, she quickly got hot and had a wonderful orgasm. She relaxed immediately and caressed his buttocks until he groaned heavily and squirted inside. From that day on, they fucked once or twice every night until Franz was exhausted. Something like love developed between them.

Sunday morning Eva came to Katharina's bed as usual, she waited outside the door until they woke up and started fucking. She dropped her nightgown and cuddled nakedly up close to Katharina during the fucking. Franz looked longingly at the young girl's body and pussy and continued to fuck Katharina animatedly. It didn't bother him that the girl was there watching. "Fucking must be nice, Mom," Eva whispered after the fucking and Katharina's orgasm, "I want to fuck too!" Katharina smiled, "take your time, my child, when you're 16 we'll find you a good man and you can fuck him as much as you like!" Eva pouted, of course, but Katharina didn't give in and Franz had fallen asleep again.

Scattered troops passed by over the next few years. They surrounded the monastery and raided the farms. They wanted food, booze and wine and to fuck all the women. From young daughters to grandmothers, they fucked every pussy they could get their hands on. Only rarely did they come to Katharina's farm, then Katharina moved the marriage bed and Eva and Franz had to hide in the 'Priest's Hole' behind the marriage bed, where Katharina had always hidden Eva in the past. The two of them had to wait clung closely together until morning, until the attackers had fucked, eaten and drunk enough. They were only half a meter away from the fucking, they heard the lansquenets snorting and moaning as they squirted. They heard Katharina sighing when someone didn't do it well or moaning, whooping and crying out softly in orgasm when the guy did a good job. Katharina said that it was only the many orgasms that were difficult for her, because when it went from orgasm to orgasm without her having time to recover, it was hard work.

Franz had to squat down in the 'Priest's Hole', it was too low to stand. He let Eva sit on his thigh and held her by her bare buttocks. She began to ride up on his thigh like a dog. "I'm only doing it because it sounds so exciting next door," Eva whispered in his ear. He nodded, shrugging his shoulders, and held her by the bare buttocks. His fingers touched her labia, which she rubbed on his thighs. He had watched old Agnes rubbing her pussy with her hand back then, but he didn't want to do it to Eva now. It was enough for him to feel her pussy in the darkness as long as she was rubbing his thigh. She immediately had an orgasm when his fingers touched her clitoris. Eva's face glowed with sweat when she stopped riding him after orgasm. She murmured in his ear how fine it had been and then was quiet for a while. She felt his thigh with her fingers. "Can I hold on to you?" she breathed and he shrugged his shoulders. Hold on — what for? Eva's hand slipped into his pants and gripped his cock. His head turned red as his cock gradually became stiffer and stiffer in her fist. Although she didn't move her fist, it crept up his loins and after a few minutes he had to squirt. "It squirted," Eva whispered astonished in his ear, "did I do something wrong?" Franz shook his head and remained silent, he couldn't say anything in response. They spent the night like that, Eva riding his thigh to orgasm from time to time and making him cum in her fist. He thought that she knew the secret of the clit and masturbated her clit very purposefully with his finger while she was riding up until she came to orgasm quite quickly. She, in turn, had noticed that he was thrusting up and down in her fist while squirting, so she went up and down with her fist, which also triggered his squirting quickly. They masturbated each other all night, only pausing when they heard Katharina's cries of lust and pleasure. They continued even when he could no longer squirt. There was complete silence, only a soft gasp betraying their secret activity. On the other side of the barricade Katharina let herself be fucked from time to time by a Lansquenet. But the next day it was all over.

Katharina smiled that night as they lay together. "Eva told me you had squirted in her hand?" Franz nodded, "Yes, she really wanted to hold it in her hand and then it just squirted, so what?" he said pertly. "She fucked my thigh all night until she orgasmed! I held her labia while she was cumming and every time my finger touched her clitoris, she had an orgasm! I felt it exactly with my fingertips!" Now it was up to Katharina to be amazed. "Maybe it's a mistake if she sometimes sees us fucking on Sunday mornings?" Franz thought for a long time. No, he said, it's quite natural when she sees it. It's something completely natural, we're not fornicating. Besides, she's already 13, that's when sexual interest awakens.

Katharina laughed, "No, my dear, she was already 14 and will soon be 15. That's why she torments me every Sunday morning that she wants to fuck you!" Franz was perplexed. "And what do you think about that? That she wants to fuck at all and that she wants to fuck me of all people?" Katharina thought about it. "I'm not surprised that she wants to fuck you. You've been the only one who's been something like a father to her in the past four years. In this important time, the only one with whom she had shared the secret of orgasming in the 'Priest's Hole'. It would be fine with me if you were her first man. It was the same for me." Franz looked at her in amazement. Now she had to tell him all.

"My mother died when Rudolf was born. The father fetched a wet nurse to suckle the little one. She was old and ugly as night, but she was able to breastfeed little Rudolf. Every evening I had to turn away my head because the father fucked her every evening. "A man has to fuck every day, otherwise his cock atrophies," he said to me. The nurse let herself be fucked without objection, although she once said that she didn't enjoy fucking much. She automatically pulled her nightgown up to her navel and let her knees fall left and right. The father pushed his cock in very carefully because her vagina had already started shrinking and became a little bit tighter again. He fucked for at least a quarter of an hour and then straightened up, and each time she smiled finely and said, "Just squirt inside confidently, Your Grace should have a good time!" and then he thrust and squirted, which I found very exciting. Father wanted to fuck a second time every night, so she took his cock in her mouth and licked and sucked it for 10 minutes until he was hard again. Sometimes she did it carelessly and he squirted into her mouth. Then she swallowed the juice with a broad grin and then said, "Let's try it again, Your Grace!" and licked him stiff again. Grinning, she put his cock back in her pussy hole and then he fucked her for the second time, which took much longer than the first time. She pressed a finger on her clitoris during the squirting and had an orgasm. I couldn't figure out how she did that with her clit. She then wiped the juice off with the corner of her nightdress, "Good night, your Grace!" and lay down to sleep. My father and the nurse never kissed. Unfortunately, Rudolf died before he was a year old. The nurse stayed with us anyway so that my father could fuck her every night. Of course I always watched them secretly, I found fucking very exciting and interesting. I was already 13 and, as you rightly said, very interested sexually. The nurse left us a year later and I was all alone with my father. On the very first evening, he asked if I would do him by hand. I shook my head, the pastor forbade us girls and also the boys to sin with our hands. Of course, that was just an excuse, because I would have committed any sin for my adored father, but I really wanted to fuck him back then. I didn't do it with my hand to any of the boys back then either, I just watched them closely doing the sin — the pastor didn't forbid it."

"I just thought about it for a moment and told my father that he could fuck me like the nurse, it wasn't forbidden. My father swallowed hard and said that it was forbidden and a sin, and that no one should ever find out! I nodded and promised not to talk about it, but he's been dead for years now. I gave him my virginity, we fucked every day for years until I married Laurenz. Laurenz understood well that I still fucked my father sometimes, right up to his end."

Katharina looked Franz straight in the eye. "I don't mind if you want to fuck Eva, she's old enough and ready for it. I'll check with Eva to see if she really wants it. What do you say, are you ready?" Franz scratched his head. "I've had no practice taking a girl's virginity. What do I have to do, what do I have to consider?" Katharina smiled and simply said, "You shouldn't penetrate too forcefully the first time, do it gently and sensitively. When the hymen is torn, you can fuck her normally. And as long as she doesn't have her period yet, you can just squirt inside. Okay?" He nodded with a lump in his throat.

The next Sunday morning, Katharina waited until Eva cuddled up to her completely after fucking and began to beg. She laughed and said, "Today, my little one, our master will make you a woman!" Eva opened her eyes wide. Franz pointed to his limp cock. "It'll be difficult with this!" he smiled. Eva protested immediately. "I know how to make him hard!" and took his cock firmly in her fist. She had only ever held his cock in her hand in the 'Priest's Hole', because she always felt that Katharina wouldn't like it. But now she held him tightly, rubbing very slowly for a quarter of an hour.

She lay on her back and spread her knees. Franz told her to guide his cock. She got him into position, then embraced lovingly the big man. They looked into each other's eyes and Eva nodded in agreement. He penetrated slowly and carefully, he felt the tearing of the hymen and heard Eva just whisper "Oooo!" and then she started crying and smiling. He fucked her slowly and carefully, he felt her arousal and held back the squirting until she trembled very briefly in orgasm, quite unlike Katharina, who twitched and shook much more violently in orgasm. From then on, Eva came every night and waited next to the bed until he and Katharina had finished fucking and then lay down with them. This went on for two years, they made love and Franz knew deep down that he much preferred to fuck the younger girl than the older one. It had nothing to do with love, just age.

Katharina was approaching her 50th birthday. She had more and more pain when fucking and went to see the wise woman, the healer. She checked her pussy and cradled her head. "It's usually only women over 70 who have a shrinking pussy, and you're only 50. But it does happen, even if it's rare. Talk to your husband about it, give him the freedom to go to someone else and do it yourself." Katharina nodded, she understood that. But she didn't know how to do it herself. The healer perked up her ears. "You've never done it yourself before?" Katharina shook her head. The healer sighed and showed her. After masturbating Katharina to orgasm, she gave her a friendly slap on the ass cheek. "This orgasm is just as good as when you fuck your husband, if he's good at it," the healer said.

Katharina really spoke to Franz. They sat down on the tree trunk on the riverbank, this was the place where they could talk undisturbed. She told him about her visit to the healer. "I'm getting old, my pussy is shrinking with time and getting tight and tighter. It hurts more and more to be fucked by your firm club. I love you very much, my love, and I want to fuck you whenever you want. But it hurts more and more. The healer has shown me how to make myself an orgasm without pain. And you have someone in Eva who adores you and loves to fuck you." They talked about it for a while, but they were in agreement. However, he asked her to be present when he was fucking Eva, that was important to him. Katharina explained the situation to Eva in brief words, Eva was very concerned on the one hand because Katharina had never been ill before, but on the other hand she was keen to take over Katharina's part of the fucking. That's how they did it now. Franz fucked Eva twice, that was enough for him. He and Eva watched Katharina masturbate attentively, she could now have an orgasm without pain.

The next time the lansquenets attacked, Katharina cried and howled and Eva decided to swap places with her next time. And indeed, she let the lansquenets fuck her until the early hours of the morning, although she was completely exhausted from the many orgasms, she was also very proud of her heroic deed. She turned 15, she turned 16 and Katharina began to look for a husband for her.

She found what she was looking for. Ludwig Melhorn was a son from a wealthy family who, although he couldn't get his father's business, was a suitable marriage candidate at the age of 18. His family was very selective, but Eva was the daughter of a highly respected man, which really made the difference. Eva and Ludwig met and were instantly on the same wavelength. Eva sensed that Ludwig was a really nice guy and suggested that he spend the night with her. So it came about that Franz spent the night in the children's room and Katharina lay in the big bed with Eva and Ludwig as chaperone. They lay down to bed and Katharina and Eva stared at Ludwig's cock.

It was tiny. Really tiny, barely as big as Katharina's little finger. He didn't seem to know it though, so they didn't make any comments. He sat naked in bed and gazed longingly at Katharina's pussy. Katharina took his boy's cock in her hand and masturbated him for quite a long time until he was completely hard. To her astonishment, he asked her if he could fuck her? Katharina was surprised and confused, but she nodded. "Later, after Eva." Eva moved into his field of vision and only now did he seem to understand. He only fucked Eva very briefly and barely squirted. He turned to Katharina and cuddled her. "Make him hard again, please," he whispered and Katharina nodded. She masturbated his little boy's cock for a quarter of an hour until he was completely hard again. He lay down on Katharina and fucked her so hard that she almost came to orgasm. "I have to squirt now," he gasped and Katharina whispered, "Come on, squirt, my boy!" Only now did he really squirt. He cuddled up to Katharina and let her ask him questions. No, he had never fucked a young girl like Eva before. Only his old nurse, who had nursed him and raised him like her own child, he had fucked her every night for several years. She had taught him fucking and he only felt comfortable fucking older women. Katharina knew immediately that he was sexually completely twisted, the poor guy. He liked Eva very much and she liked him too, but the sexually things were pretty messed up.

Katharina reported to Franz the next day and wanted his opinion. He first wanted to know if she wasn't in pain when they fucked? She laughed, "but no! His cock is really tiny and fucking him was like fucking myself with my little finger." Franz's heart became light again. "I was really afraid he would fuck you and it would cause you pain." They talked on the tree trunk by the stream. "I don't know your customs here very well," he said, "I used to think that the man‐to‐be would only fuck his beloved and not his mother‐in‐law." She laughed and nodded, "That was also the custom. My father lay silently beside us, rubbing his cock as he watched me fuck Laurenz in the months before the wedding, and that's how it was meant to be. One of the parents, as 'chaperone', was supposed to make sure that he treated the bride decently and respectfully. I've often heard of a mother‐in‐law forcing the groom to fuck her too so that she would give her blessing. To a certain extent, I can understand it if the woman is quite old and has no one to fuck anymore." Thoughtfully, she threw a withered leaf into the stream. "Poor Ludwig is completely fixated on his wet nurse, she's already approaching 70. He's never fucked a younger woman before. I see a real problem coming for Eva. Because apart from fucking, the two of them get on really well, which is a good prerequisite." Franz said she should speak clear words with him tonight and not beat around the bush.

Katharina actually did as Franz had said. Ludwig was a sensible guy and understood what she meant. He promised to fuck Eva just as well as the old wet nurse. Or even better. Again, he let Katharina masturbate him to get hard, because he said he loved that very much, and then fucked Eva with full commitment. Eva didn't have an orgasm with him, but she wasn't dissatisfied. He would try even harder tomorrow, Ludwig said, and after a while he fucked Katharina. He really made an effort to fuck Eva well and she had to admit that he really did make an effort. Ludwig dozed for a quarter of an hour and then fucked Katharina with great enthusiasm. This went on for 3 months, day after day. First he fucked Eva and then Katharina, with that he remained stubborn. And Katharina let him fuck her for 3 months because she didn't feel any pain with him and reached the orgasm secretly touching her clit while he squirted. — Then the two of them got married.

Katharina had turned 50, Franz was still 32 as he had been years ago. He hadn't aged and she had noticed that a long time ago. His hair didn't grow or hardly grew at all. She knew that men shaved every few days, but Franz only shaved once a year. They were sitting on the tree trunk by the riverbank when she started talking about it. He nodded, he had noticed it too, especially because his wounds were taking much longer than usual to heal. He also didn't know why he wasn't ageing, or hardly ageing at all. He thought it had something to do with the lightning bolt that had struck him in the cathedral square a good ten years ago. It was no ordinary flash of lightning, it would have scorched and killed him. He had to accept the fact that he didn't age, or only very slowly, as there didn't seem to be any disadvantages. They puzzled for a long time before going inside.

Katharina had foreseen that a replacement would have to be found for Eva after the wedding. She found an orphan girl who had been abused by the Soldateska, who wanted to work in the countryside and who understood immediately that she had to fuck the master of the house. No problem, said 16‐year‐old Pamina, being fucked by the lansquenets had left no lasting damage on her soul or mind. On the contrary, she was actually proud to have been made a woman at the age of 14. She lowered her eyes bashfully as she admitted to Katharina that she really loved to fuck. She had lived on the streets for far too long and had let herself be fucked for a few coins, but that wasn't a nice life. She wanted to live in a family again. She was hired.

In contrast to Eva, Pam, as she was called, was pretty ugly. She only had very flat breasts, an equally flat ass and a palm‐sized brown birthmark on her back. Above her childlike slit there was a tiny bush of golden‐red hair. Only her face was childlike‐pretty innmidst her red hair, she smiled a lot and had a sunny disposition. She was uneducated, a little mentally retarded and not particularly clever, but she worked for two in the fields and was happy when people gifted her flowers.

Franz didn't let his disappointment with her appearance show when the three of them went to bed for the first time. Pam asked Katharina if she should wait until the mistress had fucked. But Katharina said she was too old to fuck and would do it herself with her finger. Pam nodded, she had always done it with her finger from an early age on, but since she could fuck, she no longer did it with her finger. And then Franz got a real surprise.

Pam fucked more enthusiastically and passionately than almost anyone else before. She was very easy going and already had her fourth jubilant orgasm when he squirted after a long fuck. Katharina hadn't seen a girl like this before either and she had interrupted her masturbation to watch Pam's fucking. Pam fucked along very actively and had no trouble at all reaching an orgasm. She opened her mouth silently and stared into Franz's eyes, smiling happily. She pulled back the foreskin over her little clitoris and let it go again when the orgasm subsided after half a minute, then continued fucking as before.

Pam had leaned her head against Franz's chest after the first fucking, caressed his cock very gently and softly and waited patiently until he was hard again. And again Pam had one orgasm after another, she was very gentle with him and helped him to delay the squirting. It was more than half an hour before he nodded and she consciously made him squirt inside. She was tired from all the orgasms, but very happy when Franz kissed her on the lips at the end and told her how great she was at fucking. Pam asked Katharina if she should fingerfuck her, but Katharina waved her off. Franz and Pam held each other hugging while they watched Katharina masturbate her clit with a single finger to a trembling, twitching orgasm. That was a damn good start, Franz said.

Two months later, they were startled by the sound of a horse, it was Eva. They sat down in the kitchen and Eva howled like a rainy day. Ludwig was such a sweet, funny and clever guy, but he didn't like fucking Eva. Not at all. He sometimes sneaked off at night to fuck his nurse in the servants' dormitory, and he didn't care that everyone saw the young master fucking the old nurse. He liked to lie down in Eva's lap like a baby, suck on her teats like an infant and let Eva masturbate him. Fucking? Maybe once a week. Katharina and Franz were shocked. "How am I ever going to get pregnant, how am I ever going to have children?" Eva cried and could not be comforted. She masturbated half the night with one finger and cried because she could never get pregnant that way. Katharina said dryly that Franz was still there and she could have children with him.

Eva pulled her head up. The tears dried up immediately and she smiled at Franz. "Yes, is that possible?" she exclaimed happily. Katharina was as cold as ice. "If he fucks you day after day for two or three months without missing a day, you're guaranteed to get pregnant and you can foist your cuckoo children on Ludwig, if that's what you want. Ride back into town and think it over. When you come back tomorrow at noon, you'll have made up your mind!" Katharina stood up and held the door open. "Think carefully and make up your mind by tomorrow!" Eva obeyed and rode home.

"Is that a good idea?" asked Franz, "I'll go along with it if you really want to, of course, but I'm not sure if it's good and right for Eva." Katharina sat back down at the table and hid the trembling of her hands. "I'm not sure how much pressure there is in her soul. I felt that pressure myself when I wanted my son and later my daughter. No, I had to. I would have died if I hadn't had a child. And if Laurenz hadn't been interested in fucking, I would have let someone else get me pregnant, that's for sure!"

At night, after the wonderful fuck with Pam, Katharina explained the situation to her. Her daughter Eva would be fucking Franz for the next few nights and she would have to go easy on him a little bit, so not fuck too much and too hard so that he could mount Eva. Pam nodded as if she understood. "Sir Franz will mount Eva, that will certainly be fun! And — Sir Franz will probably fuck Eva after mounting her too, won't he?" Katharina realized that she had to explain it in detail and she did. Pam listened to her open‐mouthed and repeated what she had understood. "I understand," she finally said, "but when he's fucked her enough times, will I get to try if the master likes to fuck me afterwards?" Franz hugged the silly child. "I like you, Pam, I really like you. It's very important that I fuck Eva and squirt inside her. When Eva has had enough, we'll both try it too, okay?" Pam snuggled into his arms. "Yes, we'll try it and I'm sure it will work, it's worked for all the men so far!" Her look at Katharina expressed how sure she was of herself.

"And you're sure Eva will come tomorrow?" he asked Katharina later and she nodded. "Come on, put your face in front of my pussy, I really like seeing the sexual craving light up in your eyes!"

At lunchtime, Eva came by on horseback and went into the bedroom without saying a word. She was already naked when Franz entered the room. Katharina went behind the house and called Pam. They went into the bedroom and found Eva and Franz already kissing intensely. Pam quickly took off her dress and lay down next to Franz, because she didn't know Eva yet and was a bit shy. Katharina saw that the three of them needed the space and sat down naked at the foot of the bed. The two girls stroked Franz competitively and his cock was hard in no time. Pam murmured softly, "You can mount her now, master!" Pam grabbed his cock and inserted it into Eva's pussy hole. "Now you can fuck her, master!" Katharina could hardly hold back her laughter. Eva knew from Katharina that Pam existed, now she put one arm around Franz's buttock and the other around his shoulders. "Please, please, make me a baby, oh Lord!" and he wasn't sure if she meant him or if it was a push prayer, but he thought no more of it and began to fuck. Pam said to Eva, "I'll do it to you with my finger!" and Eva breathed, "Yes!" without thinking.

Eva felt Pam's finger on her clit. She had never rubbed her clit like Pam was doing now. She wanted to protest, but it was too late, the horniness was already creeping up her inner thighs and into her pussy. She had never rubbed her clit to orgasm before her marriage, even since Franz had masturbated her clit for hours in the 'Priest's Hole'. But she suddenly remembered that she had ridden on his thigh in the 'Priest's Hole' and at the moment, when his fingers had touched and then rubbed her clit, at that moment her orgasm had erupted every time, probably a hundred times. The touch of Pam's fingers brought back the memories of that time.

Katharina watched the three of them carefully and she thought it looked insanely hot. She recognized the flush of excitement on Eva's face, she had never seen her daughter like this before. Pam had one leg up and Katharina could see deep into her teenage pussy hole. You couldn't tell from her childish‐looking pussy that she had been fucked a hundred times. Franz was nowhere near ready, but now Eva's orgasm broke out, she trembled and twitched just a little as usual. Pam had let go of her clit briefly during her orgasm and now continued again. Eva orgasmed again and again, perhaps four or five times, then Katharina realized that Franz was now squirting. Normally he would pull his cock out of Eva so as not to impregnate her. But that was exactly what Eva wanted now and he pushed in deep for the first time to squirt inside. Eva gurgled something incomprehensible as he finished squirting and pulled his cock out. Exhausted, he sank down next to Eva.

"And you thought it over well?" he asked Eva. She was already tired too and nodded, "Yes, I have. Please make me a child, sir!" Pam looked uncertainly at Katharina, for her she was the boss. "Don't you want him to mount her again?" she asked and Katharina said that the master needed a few minutes break, then he would mount Eva again. Pam nodded and waited a few minutes, then she grabbed his cock and made him stiff in a flash. "You'll have to mount her again, master!" she murmured, stuffing his cock firmly into Eva's pussy hole. He fucked again and Pam rubbed Eva's clit with great zeal. Eva was already very tired, but she flew from orgasm to orgasm under Pam's fingers and Franz fucked her for a very long time before he straightened up and squirted his seed into Eva's pussy hole. She sighed lovingly as he squirted and then rhythmically squirted it all inside. It was over, everyone was completely exhausted. Katharina was in the final spurt, but Pam pushed her finger aside and took over. Sighing, Katharina laid her head on Franz's chest and spread her thighs wide and willingly. She sighed and sighed without end, because Pam was a master at masturbating women. She made Katharina as hot as fire and brought her to orgasm, trembling and twitching. From then on, Katharina had nothing against letting Pam masturbate her.

Eva came day after day at lunchtime for three months, she was pregnant and came anyway, because she needed the fucking and the many orgasms by Pam. By night, Franz was recovered and Pam let herself be fucked enthusiastically and jubilantly. The years flowed by, Eva had a son and two more daughters and continued to fuck Franz whenever she could free herself. Ludwig knew that she rode to fuck at lunchtime, but he had accepted it from the start and was a proud and good father to Eva's children.

The war was coming to an end, the politicians fought with each other for every inch of influence and invoked God in their mouths on every occasion. Magdeburg, which had become small, awoke again, Ludwig's father became justice and persecuted the scattered Catholic fighters with a firm hand. Franz felt more insecure from day to day as his comrades‐in‐arms disappeared one by one into the dungeons. He had to run away. Katharina understood the situation immediately, Eva less so. She was Franz's wife, not Ludwig's. She made sure that Ludwig's father did not yet pursue her husband, her great fucker Franz. But it was only a matter of time before Franz would perish and die in a dungeon.

Franz could not and would not wait any longer. He said goodbye to everyone, made love to Eva and Pam once more and held Katharina in his arms for the last time as she orgasmed. Then he mounted a horse and galloped off. He didn't have a destination yet, but he wanted to get back to Tyrol, he wanted to see Bettina. When he arrived in Schwaz, he was directed to the cemetery, where all three of them lay, his parents and Bettina next to them, who had died in childbirth. He stood in front of the grave crosses for a long time, the past passing him by like a movie.

He saw old Agnes, the first one he fucked. She had grinned wryly when little Franz watched her masturbate in the straw for the first time. He had dropped his pants to the floor and watched the old woman lying spread‐eagled on the bales of straw and masturbating passionately. The semen dripped from his little boy's cock and he squirted on the floor because it looked so exciting. The old woman orgasmed and watched the little boy squirt. The mentally retarded woman waved him over. "Come on, fuck!" she said and showed him how he had to fuck her. He was thrilled and went to the stable every afternoon to watch Agnes masturbate and then fuck her. Only after weeks did he reveal this secret to his sister Bettina, who was a year younger. They both slept in the children's room and Bettina slipped under his blanket every night.

They had long ago explored each other's private parts and one day Bettina discovered that he could squirt. From then on, she masturbated him every night, clumsily rubbing her labia without realizing the secret of the clitoris. He was very proud that he could do something Bettina could not. They tried the fucking as soon as he had told Bettina. But it hurt her, she pushed him back. "I'm still a virgin and I can't fuck yet," Betty said, crying pitifully. He went to the stable every afternoon and fucked old Agnes. He had shown Bettina a good hiding place from where she could watch him fucking Agnes.

The mother came into the nursery every morning to wake the little ones. She saw Franz's morning wood more and more often and thoughtfully went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The children asked questions about sexuality and one morning their mother came in and showed them her pussy and explained everything. After some initial hesitation, she showed them how she masturbated. The two of them watched wide‐eyed as she masturbated shamelessly, hard rubbing one finger on her clit and rapidly fucking another finger in her fuckhole. She laughed out loud as she shuddered and twitched in her obscene orgasm. Bettina tried it out that same evening and was now also able to masturbate. It was in her character to see everything as a competition. They listened to the church clock strike the hour when she tried out how many times she could make Franz cum in an hour, how many orgasms she could give herself in an hour.

One morning, his mother sat on Franz's thighs and masturbated his morning wood as it should be. Bettina feigned sleep, of course. The mother felt precisely when he was about to squirt and stuffed his cock into her pussy under the nightgown. He squirted inside and she said to him in a low whisper that when he grew up she would show him how to fuck for real, but shush! not a single word to Bettina! He nodded and kept his mouth shut, because he didn't want to tell his mother that he had been fucking old Agnes for a long time. When she had gone, Bettina whispered excitedly to him, had he really cum inside?

It wasn't every day that his mother masturbated him in the morning and made him cum inside in the end. But his mother had once told him that she hadn't been fucked by his father for years. He only fucked old Agnes, the bastard, and she fucked every day the neighbor's boy, who was only a few years older than Franz. His father had been elected to the city council and had ridden to Innsbruck, the regional capital. His mother seized the opportunity and lured Franz into her bedroom early in the morning. He fucked her for real the first time and Bettina was beside herself with excitement because she had been spying on them. That night she let Franz take her virginity and they now fucked every night. In total, his mother only fucked him 8 times in all those years, but neither he nor Bettina knew that it was incest, they only learned this vocabulary many years later.

Bettina hadn't had her period yet and they both knew that they didn't have to think about contraception or pregnancy at the moment. They fucked as often as they could, they loved each other with all their hearts and hugged each other like lovers. Bettina, however, became very jealous and snotty when Franz eagerly took care of the new maid.

The old Agnes had been dismissed by the father, who had hired a younger maid. Franz fucked the new maid Eva, as the 20‐year‐old was called, as a matter of course. She taught him to use contraception and to pull his cock out before he squirted. She patiently explained to him why he was allowed to cum on some days and not on others, and he complied, because her explanation of the female cycle was very plausible. She once cried in his arms because his father had been unreasonable and had squirted inside her unabashedly. But he had no way of influencing the stupid old man. She was afterwards clever enough to dive off immediately on those days and take the old man's cock in her mouth. It didn't matter to him that he had to cum in her mouth, and it was a good solution for her. Eva taught Franz to fuck her from behind, because she liked that best. She rubbed her clit nonstop and triggered her orgasms when she wanted to. On some days when he was allowed to squirt inside Eva's pussy hole, he would skip school and have fun with her for hours in the hayloft. On the "dangerous" days, she taught him to squirt in her mouth. She took a part of his cock in her mouth and sucked and licked it, masturbating his cock at the same time. She had told him to wait until she gave the signal before squirting. Then he had to push his cock deep into her throat and finish squirting as quickly as possible, because she had to hold her breath. After a few attempts it worked, he stared into her eyes until she gave the signal with her eyelashes. He always had to hold back the squirting for a long time, because she saw his despair, but she had to let him suffer a little bit. He immediately stuck his cock in so deep that she almost choked and squirted as fast as he could deep in her throat. He pulled his cock out immediately and she swallowed it all. It was a thrill, but he preferred to fuck her and squirt in her pussy, he admitted. She smiled and let him squirt inside as often as she could do responsibly.

The Maid Eva, however, always considered it a disgrace to be fucked by the master of the house and his son, even though she was a serf who was considered property and an object at the time. She let herself be fucked without objection, but she did not hold back her dissatisfaction. Franz only understood her when the Margrave forced him into military service and sold the entire troop to the Prince Archbishop of Salzburg. This is how Franz ended up at war.

Franz flinched as the ravens screeched in the cemetery, flying hastily away. He placed a hand on Bettina's grave cross to say goodbye. He probably wouldn't be coming back, he had to go further south. Italy was the safest place at the moment.

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