Valerie

I am Valerie and I have a daughter Sybille from Pierre during the war.

Even as a small child I learned to masturbate from my playmates and masturbate since then as often as I have time. My Mommy didn't like it, but she never spoke out against it. She sadly passed away when I was 8 and Daddy and I would hold each other all night and cry because we loved her so much. My favorite thing to do was lay on top of Daddy and we would chafe and cuddle together in wild childlike sex until his cock squirted on my pussy. "I want to replace Mommy for you," I whispered with great seriousness, "she's gone and you have no woman to fuck but me!" I've always been very smart. Daddy stammered around that I was 8 and much too young to fuck. But then he explained deflowering and fucking to me in great detail. I had watched them do it so many times, that I knew exactly how it went. Mommy clung to him in orgasm like a Baby‐Ape on her Mommy and let him forcefully squirt in. I was terribly excited as I lay down to fuck as I had seen Mommy do. Daddy deflowered me very lovingly so that I only felt a little prick. I clung to him intimately like a baby monkey and let him squirt into me. We fucked every night one time after another, because he had a great manhood and of course needed it several times in a row, until I went to war at 26 and left my sick Daddy behind.

The Résistance took me immediately, I was taken as a sniper. I brought my own hunting rifle, a rare masterpiece from Ferlach, Austria. I had a high‐precision‐monocular mounted and changed the magazine to 5 cartridges, so I had 6 rounds. I was quiet and reserved and my comrades thought I was a lesbian, which I never really was. Toward the end of the war, I operated out of a small base with my scout, Mélanie. She was a consummate scout and was not afraid to kill when necessary.

Mélanie fucked with her husband Pierre every night in the dim light, I watched her with greed and horniness and masturbated until I dropped. Fucking the other companions did not occur to me in my dreams. I carefully began to masturbate Mélanie's clit while she was fucked by Pierre and she enjoyed this secret act very very much. Afterwards I masturbated my brains out every night, that much was certain. At some point Pierre pushed Mélanie away, grabbed me and fucked me so I didn't know which train hit me. From then on, Pierre fucked me with his giant cock day and night until the end of the war.

Mélanie was bitter and let all her comrades fuck her in the doggy position day and night. There were only us two women for more than 30 men. Many of them fucked me too from behind, but I tossed them mostly out to squirt. I knew it had to hurt her and Pierre, but it was not my decision. Our squad was busy fucking day and night, we waited in vain for a new mission. When Pierre returned from a night mission and sharpened his long hunting knife for hours with a pinched mouth, I took his head delicately in my hands and let him cry secretly. He didn't like killing, but he wouldn't let anything or anyone stop him. Most of the time he would bring a job for me and I would go off with Mélanie.

Of the many Nazis we took out, one in particular stuck in my mind. We were supposed to take out a high‐ranking Nazi and the best opportunity to do so was to kill him in his love nest. We snuck unnoticed into his love nest where he was fucking a huge Valkyrie. She must have been popping pervitin and cocaine, because she was masturbating nonstop, spiraling higher and higher from orgasm to orgasm with an absent look and couldn't stop masturbating. During one of her violent orgasms, I silently stepped next to him and shot him in the head. The Valkyrie continued masturbating and didn't seem to notice anything. Mélanie and I stared at the dying man's cock, which squirted jet after jet upon the Valkyrie's cunt before he fell to the floor.

Mélanie and I stared at the Valkyrie for a good two hours, as she wrested the orgasmings from herself time after time. I got so horny that I was shaking all over my body. Mélanie kept a cool head, took the revolver from my hand and pushed the barrel of the revolver into the Valkyrie's fuckhole. She waited until the Valkyrie had an orgasm and shot her several times in the cunt and then in the head. We ran away. We found a good hiding place and immediately stripped naked. We were horny as hell and I fucked Mélanie clit‐to‐clit, she loved that more than anything and we did that every time after a killing.

The war was over. I said goodbye to Mélanie and Pierre with a thousand French kisses. I did not tell them that I was pregnant. I went home, just in time to bury my father. My daughter Sybille grew splendidly and I no longer fucked men, Pierre's daughter was unique. I only get involved with women and girls now and then. I fuck the shit out of them, mercilessly fucking them clit‐to‐clit, I like it that way.

Pierre and Mélanie I met only once more, when our President de Gaulle awarded the Résistance‐fighters. De Gaulle kissed me three times left‐right on the cheek as customery and said to me how proud he was of me, the best sniper of the Résistance. I blushed as he first groped my small pointy breasts perplexed, where was he going to attach the award? "Bravo, my daughter," murmured the old warrior, "more than 180 bastards picked off!". I don't know what got into me when I whispered, "it certainly wasn't all bastards!" He nodded gravely and fastened the Médaille d'Or to my lapel. Mélanie, Pierre and I whispered quietly to each other next to our loud, roaring comrades. I answered in the affirmative when Mélanie quietly asked if Sybille was Pierre's. I was somehow inhibited from telling him myself. When we said goodbye, I returned Mélanie's and Pierre's fiery French kisses, knowing it was forever.