A Tartan woman

I won't say my name, I won't say any names at all.

I am a refugee from Tartania. I have been fleeing with my children for over a year, a 13 year old son and an 11 year old daughter. My husband is fighting on the front lines and we can only talk on the phone once every two weeks, briefly if at all, but I can't tell him everything.

I also couldn't tell him when the war broke out, that our children were sinning, he had other things on his mind. I caught our children fucking one morning. I was so horrified, oh my God! I quizzed my daughter, the son unabashedly masturbated in front of her and also taught her how to masturbate. My husband and I have never in our life masturbated, it is a great sin! The children have been fucking for 6 months now and that is also a big sin! My admonitions, scolding and pleading impressed them for 24 hours at most, after that they kept fucking, I saw it myself every night. I watched them secretly every night and noticed, at how much my daughter loved to be fucked before she masturbates.

When I decided to flee with the children, I just wanted them to be safe. We paid dearly for it!

We were on the road from bunker to bunker for 6 weeks at first. The children crowded me at night, there was shameless fucking all around us. I don't know for sure, of course, but I think many were fucking wildly, not just with their legal spouses. I prayed quietly for the lost souls. If a man made a pass at me, my son dealt out boxing blows. I was left alone. My son whispered in my ear that he could not rub out his seed by hand under these circumstances. I nodded, so he wouldn't make that sin. Ha ha ha! He approached me from behind and flipped up my skirt. I was frozen as he moved his cock back and forth between my clenched inner thighs and cum. He cried and I comforted him, saying nothing had happened, no carnal sin. Maybe I should have scolded him better.

The next evening he again hit my skirt up from behind and now he was no longer satisfied with my inner thighs. He penetrated fix in my pussyhole and fucked me like a man. I was terribly ashamed because I really enjoyed it carnally. No wonder, I had not fucked for half a year. I got the most beautiful and holy feelings and was a little disappointed when he squirted early in. I pressed the head of my sleeping daughter in front on my twitching pussy. He then fucked me every night under cover of the darkness and squirted into my pussy, I trembled with holy lust. After 6 weeks the border, the train, the big city. We were treated really well, we got enough to eat and a place to sleep in a gym hall. The light went out in the evening, my son turned me onto my stomach and spread my ass cheeks. He fucked me from behind in the pussyhole and I wriggled and twitched at the holy shivering. We stayed only a week, then they arranged us privately.

My children slept on a wide couch in the TV room and I sternly admonished them not to fuck! My daughter nodded obediently, the son looked out of the window. I followed the man — his name I will not say — into the bedroom and he stripped completely naked. I had a queasy feeling and kept my bra and panties on. He retrieved a clean, new pair of panties from the box. I thanked him profusely, although neither of us understood the other. He forcefully removed my bra and my dirty panties. Greed glistened in his eyes as he spread and examined my pussy and fuckhole with his fingers.

I was mortified as he palpated my clit. He indicated that it was quite large, but I knew that. The clit grew before fucking in anticipation and got all stiff, but that's how the good Lord made us. He mounted me even though I shook my head. I could only pray silently. He fucked very long in my pussy and it did me very good! I got the holy shiver twice, I wriggled and twitched in delight. Then he had to fuck for a very long time until he squirted in my fuckhole. He gave me a little kiss and turned out the light. We stayed for several weeks and he fucked me every night. My children denied it, of course, but then my daughter confessed that they had fucked every night, of course. We prayed together and asked forgiveness for our sins of the flesh.

We were arranged privately again. It was like the first time, the man was very good and generous to us, but he fucked me two or three times every night. He hinted after fucking that I should do it to myself. I shook my head vigorously and he did it to me with his fingers. I opened my legs willingly, twisted my head in great shame, closed my eyes devoutly and prayed. He made me three times shiver in the holy feelings and my body wriggled and twitched with great carnal pleasure. Then he fucked me again and turned out the light. We also stayed with this good man for several weeks, he fucked and masturbated me every night and in the morning I prayed with my children as after every carnal sin.

We came to three more men and it always went the same way. We are now already three months with a very nice man who has to fuck three times every night and masturbates me wonderfully in the breaks. I have long given up my resistance and let me fuck patiently. His mother comes once a week to fuck. He fucked the widow since his childhood, he said, now she was in a nursing home. She laid wide‐legged on the bed and mumbled, "let's go for it!" because she was yakking the whole time. She quickly began to masturbate and I turned my face shamefully away and prayed for her carnal sin. "It's coming slowly, it's coming!" and she rubbed herself furiously. "Come on, come on, come on!" Her orgasm began. "That's it, yeah, that's it, baby!" she cheered herself on. "It's making me come, it's making me come hard, now — now! Aaaah!" He pushed his cock into her orgasm and fucked her pretty brutally, as she orgasmed on and on until he cum. "Good fucking, I really needed it badly!" she said with a happy grin. They broke away from each other and she looked to me. "There, now you can fuck the little bitch!" she said, turning over and immediately falling asleep.

He speaks a strangely outdated Russian, he has acted in the Russian Theater here, Turgenev, Chekhov, Gorky and in many movies. But we understand each other. The Theater has closed because of the war, but he has made millions and has no money worries. He guards his photo album like the apple of his eye, there are hundreds of actresses, most of them with very pornographic nude photos, with whom he had fucked then. We often look at the photos together, because many of the beauties are depicted very pornographically. He offers the three of us a nice and comfortable life and if it were up to me, I would gladly stay with him until the end of the war.

For he is fantastic at fucking, he has long since ceased to have to ask me, I await him every night in joyful anticipation of our fucking. He loves my little hole because it is very tight and I love his hard, powerful fucking as he brings me to orgasm every time. I then hang like a baby monkey on his body, my abdomen twitches and wriggles in orgasm until he squirts, jet for jet. I never had fucked with so great holy feelings and sacred shivering. When he had fucked enough, he masturbates me until I am dead tired from the many orgasms. He had grinned when I told him that I had never masturbated myself and had only recently experienced it for the first time with my hosts. "You're missing out on something really great there, my little wifey‐wife!" he said in his old‐fashioned Russian.

He has a truly exuberant seminal flow and desire. He stays at the kitchen table at lunch and in the afternoon and masturbates. It's been surprising, but we've gotten used to it. My little daughter always sits next to him and by now she is allowed to masturbate him, she is very proud of that. I don't give my children senseless sermons anymore. They fuck their brains out every night and it does my daughter good, so I don't say anything. She is much calmer than she used to be and has a nice healthy attitude about her sexuality. My kids don't see any sin in their fucking. I often spy on them while they're fucking and if it wasn't a big sin, I would just be happy about it. When the man masturbates me for a long time in the night, I close my eyes, I see my children fucking and I fantasize. It makes me insanely horny when my son fucks in my daughter's tiny little hole.

This man is the best in bed!!! He is the first and only one who brings me to orgasm while fucking! I clasp him very tightly so that I come to orgasm. Our mouths, lips and tongues play horny with each other and I acknowledge with satisfied sounds when he brought me to orgasm. I still turn my head away and close my eyes in shame and shyness when I willingly lie there, wide spread and stretch my insanely hot clit demanding to his fingers. He always laughs at me because I am so shameful and shy to masturbate myself. He is also a true master at this, his fingers bring me quickly and directly to orgasm. He never stops in the middle like the others who gave me a break. He continues unflinchingly, I go out of unbridled lust, I whimper aloud from orgasm to orgasm until I am completely exhausted and stop his hand. I am always very deeply sad afterwards and cry a little bit, probably because I have to leave him someday. I do not even want to think about it!

I will discuss all that with my husband after the victory, because masturbating makes us women very happy and relaxed. Unfortunately I have not heard from him for weeks, he must have lost his phone.