A Damn Chaste Jewess

Magdalena, who was called Lena, had met and fallen in love with the pastor Dr. Neumann during her studies. He was an excellent match, he taught at the university, had a very large church parish to look after and was only 20 years older than her. He thought it was time for him to start a family. Lena came from a devout Protestant family, she was quite devout, so she was certainly suited to becoming a pastor's wife. There was another advantage, which she suspected more than she knew at the time. At the time, her family was considered Jewish, which was by no means an advantage in German society after the First World War and was even to prove life‐threatening in the distant future. When she married the "truly German" pastor, the negative aspects of being Jewish were erased. She had become a real German.

Sex was completely taboo in her family. The parents never talked about it, the two daughters had to find everything out for themselves. The two sisters never talked about sex either, they both listened to each other masturbate in the night, the suppressed sighs, panting or soft moans. Lena and her older sister both masturbated from an early age on without ever revealing it. Lena learned from her friends to give the boys handjobs and later also blowjobs. The old Latin teacher seduced the 15‐year‐old Lena, robbed her of her virginity and she was his secret lover for almost a year. That ended when his wife found out. Lena fucked many, many boys and men until she got married, she also had a lesbian affair, only to find out that it wasn't for her. Except for the clit licking, which she loved very much, actively and passively .

Rachel was the music teacher, almost 10 years older than 14‐year‐old Lena. She was not a staunch lesbian, she was clearly bisexual. A beautiful, lasting relationship developed between them, which Lena maintained for the first 10 years of her marriage. Rachel showed her how to French kiss, which did Lena a lot of good. Rachel laughed after their first intimate kiss and smiled, "We Jewish girls have to stick together, because they only despise us until we bring them to their knees with our wonderful sex!" Lena never forgot that sentence. Once Rachel said insistently, "Never forget, we Jewish women fuck best, so many men have told me that there must be something to it! That's why they prefer us to their bony German wives!" She added that it was racist, but perfectly suited today's society. Rachel was neither a relious person nor did she think much of mankind. She said that men had seized power over the whole world and dictated women's lives with a certain arrogance. As a woman, you had to make sure yourself, that you got what you wanted. That's why she was on the hunt for a golden pheasant, a rich man with a good character. They were very fucking rare, but she was convinced she would catch one. Lena listened attentively because she was not only learning about life outside of family and school, but she was also learning a lot about sex, even if she wasn't fucking at the time. Rachel sometimes brought a man home to fuck her, Lena lay naked in the double bed and pretended to be asleep. The men gawked at the beautiful, naked little sister and fucked the beautiful big sister. Sleeping Lena watched attentively and learned a lot.

From the beginning, Rachel and Lena only masturbated each other, none of them did it herself in front of the other. Rachel taught her how to lick her clit and it became their favorite sexual activity. Rachel was very good at explaining. Lena learned to teasingly lick and taste around the clit with her tongue, getting Rachel hot, only gradually including the clit and licking it so skillfully that it protruded from the flesh, pointed and aroused, because Rachel's clit was surprisingly small and well hidden. Lena's clit was much larger and clearly visible between her labia even when it was at rest. Lena learned from what degree of Rachel's heat she only had to devote herself to the clitoris and how she had to lick it gradually to orgasm. Rachel held Lena's head during her orgasm and signaled when she had to stop licking. Rachel's orgasms were strong and violent and she let Lena continue licking her until the orgasm subsided. But she loved the way Lena licked her. Rachel masturbated Lena much more vigorously and firmly than she masturbated herself. And Rachel's licking was also much more vigorous, but Lena loved her style. The orgasms Rachel licked her to were insanely intense and when she closed her eyes, exploding stars danced behind her eyelids like fireworks. She loved these orgasms very much, she hugged, embraced and kissed Rachel gratefully.

Rachel was also the one who taught Lena how to give a blowjob. Lena had asked and Rachel described it so well, that Lena managed it on her first practical attempt and quite soon gained the mastery for which she was highly regarded by the boys. Rachel gave her the important pointers. "Never let yourself be fucked by a boy whose cock you haven't licked clean first. Your mouth is not as easily inflamed as your pussy, so be sure to lick it clean! And licking and smacking will make any cock hard. And if you've licked his cock stiff, then he's yours! That's important, you have to be in control, you tell him what to do next. Stupid girls give up control and complain later when things don't go well. You have to divide the cock in two parts. The glans belongs in the mouth and there to the tongue, the shaft is for rubbing only. Trying to fuck his cock with your mouth is very tiring and rarely works. So don't do it. Take the glans in your mouth, just the glans, it belongs to your lips and your tongue. Rub the shaft like a handjob and don't strain yourself, the main work lies with your tongue. Usually you start by kissing and caressing the glans with your lips. Gradually give it over to your tongue, let it circle and tease and caress the tip, where the little hole is, because that's where he's most sensitive. Let your tongue dance like a Turkish belly dancer, but when it comes to squirting, concentrate your tongue on the little hole and the tip. Some stupid girls don't let themselves squirt in the mouth because they are disgusted. But it's much more exciting for him to squirt in your mouth, in your throat. The semen comes from inside his body and is for sure pure. You can swallow it without hesitation, you'll see that it doesn't taste bad. And the guy will be unspeakably grateful, because he naturally sees it as his victory. But you can smile quietly, because you are the real winner. Finally, do him a favor and lick his cock clean. They all like that, the masters of the world." Rachel grinned, "that may sound like a cookbook recipe, but there's nothing wrong with cooking something good!" Lena laughed, because Rachel was so good at explaining. But she stuck to the recipe and climbed inexorably up the ladder. Rachel was always a good listener and when she said something, it had substance.

Lena, who had never fucked before, listened curiously when Rachel talked about fucking a golden pheasant. Rachel knew what she wanted, a rich man and to get out of Germany. In Rachel's opinion, it was quite easy to get a man into bed, but the golden boys had, so far anyway, pretty little or a shitty character. Rachel asked Lena if she wanted to try fucking clit‐on‐clit? Lena nodded, she wanted to try everything. Rachel spread her legs, pressing down on the flesh around her clit so that it came out a little. She began to rub her clitoris and told Lena that she too had to make her clitoris really hard. Lena obeyed after a short hesitation, Rachel watched her and couldn't stop. She orgasmed with a quiet scream and twitched. "No, I just lost it when I saw you masturbating. Just get hard, not to the point of orgasm!" Lena nodded and pinched and tweaked her clitoris, it was already completely stiff, the size of a finger phalanx. Rachel had aroused her clitoris again and was now giving instructions. She would lie down on Lena, they had to press their clits together and she would fuck Lena like a man. It was complicated, they had to keep rubbing their clits stiff again and again, but eventually it worked. Rachel fucked Lena's clitoris so hard that she wondered what had hit her. She had a wonderful orgasm and watched Rachel kneel up and finish masturbating, which was very arousing to watch! The next time she played the role of the man and it worked much better. She had an unusually large clit, much bigger than Rachel's, and it could get incredibly hard and stiff. She could fuck Rachel to madness with it, and she damned loved it, almost bursting with lust to fuck her older girlfriend to orgasm. She fucked Rachel, who first sighed, then gasped and came to orgasm, moaning and screaming softly. Lena trembled with excitement and shame as she knelt up and masturbated while kneeling. She couldn't look Rachel in the eye and it took her more than fifteen minutes to reach orgasm. She was terribly ashamed because she had never masturbated in front of another person before. They continued to lick or clitfuck each other, which was quite a wonderful invention! Lena quickly got used to getting up on her knees after fucking and masturbating in front of Rachel. She soon did it in her own way, as she did every night. With one hand she held the labia wide apart and pressed down the flesh around the clitoris so that the clit protruded another inch. With the other hand she rubbed the clit gently at first and then increased the speed and the pressure until she could take it no longer and jerked and gasped in orgasm. The shame was still there, but it no longer carried as much weight. Rachel also masturbated in front of her and that softened Lena's shame. — They kept up the friendship for over 15 years and only stopped when Rachel hooked on her fishing rod a good goldfish and married into England.

Lena dropped out of university when she got married at 18. Right from the start, she was aware of two things she had to consider. Firstly, her pastor was almost pathologically allergic to female masturbation. Men had to cum every day, so that was something completely different! But girls didn't have to cum, they defiled themselves during sinful masturbation, period! Secondly, it was unquestionably imperative for her pastor to marry only a virgin. She frantically consulted with her girlfriends, but in the end she was at a loss with the idiotic suggestion of cutting her finger and dripping the blood on the bed sheets. She was of course allowed to give the pastor handjobs and blowjobs before the wedding night, but he stubbornly saved the fucking until the wedding night. Miraculously, she managed to beat him with his own wishful thinking. On the wedding night she was so tense that he could only penetrate with difficulty and force because of her tense vaginal muscles. He was thrilled to have taken her virginity and praised her chastity to the skies, she didn't say a word about it and didn't contradict him. He wanted to be happy with it, so she let him be happy.

She had a son, Heinzi, whom she adored. She was still in love with the pastor when she discovered that he was cheating on her through and through. Professor Neumann had been a thorn in the side of the dean's office for years because he fucked the wives and daughters of his colleagues on a piecework basis when he wasn't fucking a young, inexperienced student girl. He was very skillful, his greed for fresh virgin flesh aroused his criminal energy. Rumor had it that he had once knocked out the babysitter of a colleague, who was out with his wife, with sleeping powder in red wine and deflowered and fucked both daughters, aged 12 and 13, on the same night. When confronted with the rumors, he laughed arrogantly and said it was all wrong, it hadn't been red wine, but white wine. The audience laughed at his repartee and dispersed.

He had not yet been caught. Until a female student accused him of rape. The dean subjected the student to a highly embarrassing interrogation, which painted the following picture. The student had jumped out of bed one night, she had to have a question answered by the professor that could not be postponed, now, immediately! She ran blindly into his bedroom in a silk negligee to discuss the question. He brazenly asked her why her pussy was so red and she naively replied that it was probably from masturbating earlier. She now had to listen to his suada about masturbation, then he threw back the blanket and ordered her to lie with him. She dropped the negligee and lay naked with him. She snuggled up to the professor and stroked his cock, then she couldn't stand the heat any longer and whispered that she had to finish masturbating now because she had interrupted it earlier. He snorted angrily until she had finished masturbating and raped her after her orgasm.

The dean asked sternly what the hell she had been thinking!? She stammered that she had never thought he would take advantage of the situation. But he did, he raped her twice, because the first time she didn't have an orgasm, so she had demanded the second one from him, because the orgasm was part of the act, wasn't it, Mr. Dean? The dean decided not to involve the police because the professor agreed to step down immediately.

As the dean dismissed the witness and accuser respectively, she gave him an eye roll of the silent movie era and said, if he wanted to fuck her tonight, she was in the third double bed of the girls' dormitory, sleeping with the British envoy's fat daughter, Gwendolyn. The dean acted terribly shocked, but at night he crept over and lay with her. Gwendolyn, who had pretended to be asleep, then forced him to fuck the fat cow as well. It wasn't much fun. For two weeks, the girl crept into the dean's room at night, but when Gwendolyn crept along behind her more and more often and he had to fuck the fat cow too, for better or worse, he ended the affair weeks later.

Lena digested the pain of his infidelity for months, but Heinzi was only 11 years old and she couldn't think about a divorce. She finally approached her husband about it. He only confessed days later, arrogantly and high‐handedly. They argued for a long time with the result that he acted even more unbridled and insolent. He was the man, he was the boss and he slept out as often as he wanted, period! And she didn't need to come to him with a divorce, that would destroy him! One phone call from him and she herself would be destroyed, she, the Jewess! At that time it was already a foregone conclusion that Jews were the enemies of the people. They would arrest her and deport her to the East. So she had better not rebel or else! Shaken to the core, she kept quiet when he often fucked in other girl's beds for weeks on end. She had enjoyed fucking the pastor during those 11 years very much, and he was very good at fucking her, although she had never had an orgasm with him. Despite the cheating, he found the time to fuck her pretty good almost every night, so she wasn't going to complain. After all, every night when he fell asleep, she could enjoy relaxing her sexual arousal, which had built up during their fucking, by long masturbating. After this argument, he came home much less often to fuck her properly, but she didn't miss his fucking very much, she had the masturbation that she obsessively practiced night after night during the marriage. Of course, she knew what his attitude to female masturbation was and, as before, kept it completely secret from him, it remained her secret. No one ever saw her masturbate except Rachel, not even her best friends. She now lived practically alone with Heinzi, she went to church every day to pray, because she was a true believer. She was also happy that everyone in the village appreciated her for her faith and her chaste, impeccable life, she had no affairs and no scandals. She was selflessly helpful, a firm pillar of the community and universally liked and respected.

She showered daily with Heinzi, who had become accustomed to her nudity from an early age. He was 12 when he stood confused in the shower and squirted for the first time. Lena explained it to him carefully and now he waited daily under the warm jet that Lena let splash up and down on his cock until his cock got hard and she continued with a wry grin until it squirted. After a few dozen days it was no longer working. Lena had to change tactics and stroked his cock with her index finger, pushing the foreskin back and forth.

"Well, is it coming soon?" she asked softly and he nodded. She continued to rub the foreskin with her index finger.

"It's so exciting what you do with your finger!" he said and after a while he squirted. She stroked his cock every day until he squirted. Gradually, she began to push his foreskin back and forth over the glans more diligently and firmly, so it didn't take so long. It only took a few weeks before she was masturbating Heinzi properly. From then on, she masturbated him every day after showering, whenever he wanted, until he left home at 18.

He must have been around 14 when he became really interested in sex. Lena gave him a broad outline. He nodded as she explained that rubbing and squirting was actually called masturbating and that the boys usually did it themselves. He shook his head, no, that was definitely not true, because some of his friends were masturbated by their mothers, just like him. Lena found that amazing. But she let Heinzi tell her exactly what he knew about it. She shuddered when he told her that the boys were also allowed to fuck their mother, that was a matter of course. Well, Heinzi wanted to have a good look at her "down there", so she lay down on her back in the bathtub and spread her legs. Heinzi looked and fondled her for a very long time, then he said he had to feel what it felt like with his cock. Inside. Before Lena could protest or pull out, the 14‐year‐old had already penetrated her cunt. He didn't thrust, he only slid in deep. They looked into each other's eyes and both remained motionless. He smiled as she rubbed part of his cock and the little bag, bringing him quickly into heat.

"That's fine!" Heinzi exclaimed softly, "much finer than I would have thought!"

They remained motionless and Heinzi whispered, "I think it's coming!"

Lena wondered what he meant, then she felt him squirt into her cunt, once, twice, five times. She pushed him back angrily and he squirted the rest into the bathtub. She made him kneel on the floor next to her, propped her arms up against the bathtub and folded her hands. She prayed the Lord's Prayer out loud, then put an arm on his shoulder and said that mother and son shouldn't fuck each other, it was incest, blood shame!

He objected vehemently. "That wasn't fucking," he exclaimed passionately, "and I told you about those who are allowed to fuck their mother!"

Lena looked puzzled. "At first I didn't believe you!" she exclaimed, "who, for example!"

Heinzi thought for a moment and then named three. — Lena had to swallow, because of course she had heard the rumors about these mothers having incest. She had always dismissed it as a rumor.

"That may be so," she said quietly, "but it's still incest." She did not pause. "You're my son, we're not allowed to fuck each other!" That was clear and unambiguous.

But of course, the next day he demanded that she lie down in the bathtub.

"But you're not allowed to fuck me!" she shouted and lay down obediently anyway. She loved her Heinzi and could never refuse him anything. He spread her labia with his fingers and slowly penetrated her cunt. Lena held her breath, he wasn't going to! Yes, yes, that's exactly what he did and she didn't move in her fear and shame. He committed the mortal sin and fucked her. He was still quite inexperienced and clumsy, but he finished the job and squirted into her cunt. They lay wedged into each other for a few minutes, then got out of the bath.

"If you want to squirt inside a woman or a girl, you have to be sure that she won't conceive!" Lena explained to him in no uncertain terms that a woman can only conceive three or four days a month, so be careful and ask the girl first! Heinzi nodded and was glad that his mother wasn't talking about blood disgrace again.

"I'll ask tomorrow, I promise!" he grinned cheekily.

"You're crazy, there's no tomorrow, we're not allowed to fuck each other," Lena scolded angrily, "that's disgraceful!"

"I knew it, the blood disgrace would come up!" laughed Heinzi happily.

This was now repeated daily, Heinzi fucked Lena every time after showering and she couldn't, she didn't want to deny him. Lena had long since moved the upholstered bench from the anteroom into the bathroom, because fucking in the bathtub wasn't very comfortable. The bathroom was the only room without windows and therefore much safer than the bedroom, where a malicious onlooker could spy on her blood disgrace. When she told him he wasn't allowed to squirt in there today and asked if he'd rather have a handjob or a blowjob, he asked what a blowjob was. She showed him.

"You swallowed it?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course I did, there's nothing disgusting about it, the semen comes out of the body and is completely pure. It's not disgusting to me at all!" Lena repeated for the hundredth time that she didn't want to fuck in the blood disgrace and he just nodded indifferently. He wanted it, damn it!

She had long since stopped worrying about the incest, she fucked Heinzi, he fucked her. She loved him more than ever, as her husband only turned up every few months and stayed for a few days. Despite everything, she was still in love with him and fucked him with abandon. But it wasn't him, it was Heinzi, who loved her with all his heart and fucked her every day. She no longer thought about incest, it was wonderful to fuck Heinzi. And Heinzi knew how important secrecy was.

However they had come up with this topic, he brought up the fact that some of his classmates were also fucking their mothers like him. He was able to describe in great detail how the sons were allowed to fuck their mothers. He described it as accurately as if he had been there. He lowered his head when Lena interrogated him insistently and then admitted, that he had been there and had also been allowed to fuck the mothers after the sons. Now he had to tell the whole story. The first, Jutta, was heavily pregnant and he suspected that her son, his friend Josef had fathered the child, as she was neither married nor involved in affairs. He had questioned her carefully and was quite sure, especially as the 31‐year‐old was on the verge of tears. "Joschi, why do you always bring your friends with you and then I have to let them fuck me? You know how much I hate being fucked!" Joschi ruthlessly undressed her and held her tight, so that she couldn't fend them up and now it was Heinzi's turn to fuck the reluctant girl really hard, so that she screamed her lungs out, until she orgasmed. After that she didn't resist as Joschi fucked her and then both of them a second time. He and Josef fucked Jutta for more than a week, then his interest waned. Jutta was not a big seller. Heinzi was also allowed to fuck Ronald's mother Evelyn, who was also pregnant by her second husband. She only let Ron fuck her when she got pregnant. Heinzi was very uncomfortable with how greedy Evelyn acted, even though she was quite ugly and unsightly. Together with Ronny, he fucked Evelyn after school for a good month, then it petered out. Freddy, whom Lena was to meet later, took him to his newly married older sister. They had to sneak up on her in secret because she had to lose a reputation and a husband. This turned out to be the best and most enjoyable fucking, the sister loved to experiment and always had great ideas. They had to squirt inside as much they could, she wanted badly to get pregnant and her husband didn't like to fuck her and squirt inside. This went on well into the summer.

It was Heinzis last year at school. He brought a friend with him, Alfi. They had coffee and lemonade in the kitchen and only then did Heinzi come out with the fat end. Alfi had never fucked a woman before, only cuddled with the girls, kissed them and put his hand in their panties. Alfi was, technically speaking, still a virgin and really wanted to fuck properly. Lena refused immediately, annoyed at what she was being asked to do. The debate went back and forth, Alfi listened silently and wanted to run away. Heinzi stood up and said he was already going to the bathroom with Alfi. Lena remained seated ostentatiously, because she was boiling with anger, what was her son thinking! After a few minutes, Heinzi came into the kitchen naked, took her hand and led her into the bathroom.

She stood frozen. Heinzi undressed her slowly, smiling kindly. She put her arms over her breasts, they were far too small for a grown woman, round, firm and with pointed nipples like a very young girl's. That's what embarrassed her the most, she thought her pubic area was a nice one and quite usable, you could immediately see her clit, stiff and demanding. She only had a cute little bush above her pubic fold, not an unsavory jungle. Heinzi laid her gently on her back on the bench.

Lena was terribly ashamed. Of course, Alfi wasn't the first man to see her naked and he wasn't the first man she'd seen naked. She was ashamed and somehow hurt that Heinzi was doing this to her. He now pushed Alfi forward, right on top of Lena. She automatically opened her thighs and put both hands on his back. The silence was sickening. Alfi was paralyzed in panic. Finally, she grabbed her labia and spread them with her fingers.

"You have to get in here, Alfi, in here, don't be afraid!" she said softly and brought his cock into position with her hand. He entered carefully her pussy and closed his eyes.

"Now you have to thrust, in and out, and don't be afraid!" she said hoarsely, because it seemed strange to her that she had to take over the direction. Alfi thrust in and out obediently and squirted after just a few moments. He pulled his cock out with a groan.

"Look here, I'll show you how it's done," said Heinzi and mounted Lena. It was the first time he had fucked her in front of a stranger, he was of course already an excellent fucker by now. He fucked Lena for a very long time, so that she was close to orgasm, but she never had an orgasm while being fucked. She went into heat and fucked him furiously like a fury. She was a single millimeter away from orgasm, but she never got one. He squirted with relish and stood up, then beckoned Alfi over. The two boys fucked her both twice, then they were exhausted. Heinzi urged Alfi to get dressed quickly and took him to the front door. He waited in the kitchen and smoked until Lena had finished masturbating in the bathroom, dressed and joined him.

They talked about the matter for a long time, Lena talked about her feelings. She had felt sold out and betrayed, and a little frightened because Alfi had now witnessed their incest. Heinzi grumbled that he would put his hand in the line for Alfi, he certainly wouldn't give anything away. The conversation petered out, Lena and he had different opinions on the whole matter and couldn't find a middle ground. He expressed his opinion quite openly that she shouldn't be so bitchy, of course he had known that she wasn't ready to conceive today. She should rather be grateful to him, he had given her a sexual variation and Alfi had a nice, big cock. She couldn't deny the fact that she was getting really hot, and yes, Alfi's cock was great! Lena accused him of being too superficial. She did have feelings, hadn't he seen it? Fear, humiliation, shame and more shame. That was the most important thing, not whether she was hot or that she liked Alfi's cock. That was only physical, mentally it was a catastrophe for her. He was so affected that she had to tone it down. Getting hot, feeling the excitement, she was very grateful to him for that, and also because she had been fucked really well by a new cock. As said before, the conversation petered out.

For three weeks, everything was back to normal. Then Heinzi brought another friend with him, Freddy, who claimed that he had been fucking his older sister "for a long time", but that she was now married. Heinzi didn't believe a word he said and he didn't need to explain anything explicitly to Lena, she knew what was expected of her. She went into the bathroom and had already undressed when the two heroes entered. At first she gave in rather joylessly, but Freddy had a great cock and fucked very well, so that she soon became hot and gasped with blissful excitement. This time, too, they took turns fucking her twice, then Heinzi let Freddy go. They sat down in the kitchen.

"Freddy really has a very good cock," said Lena, "he's pretty good at it!" Heinzi asked if she believed that he had been fucking his sister for a long time? Lena didn't have to think, "but of course, sure, I believe it right away!" Heinzi remained silent, annoyed at his misjudgment.

"I'm surprised you didn't make a slug out of me," he said. She looked at him for a long time and wondered if she could tell her son like that.

"Why should I call you names, you wanted to give me a variation and make me become hot. You succeeded quite well this time!" She hesitated for a moment.

"So you liked it," Heinzi stated, "phew, I'm glad!" Lena still hesitated, a decent woman didn't openly demand to be fucked, but — was she still a decent woman? Heinzi smiled mischievously.

"Shall I bring Freddy back tomorrow?" he asked. Lena breathed a sigh of relief; now she didn't need to ask.

"Yes, if he's free, I'd love to!" Now it was out without her having to humiliate herself. Heinzi laughed harshly.

"Of course he'll come, the lad, until he runs out of pocket money!" He bit his lips, he had blabbed. Lena didn't bat an eyelid.

"It's all right if you supplement your pocket money, son. You'll stand on your own two feet one day and then it's good if you have a bit of business sense." She thought for a moment. "But we do share, don't we?" Heinzi realized that he had brought it on himself and that his mother was enterprising and quick‐witted. They turned to other topics.

Freddy came every day, but after two weeks it was over. Lena didn't ask if it was for pocket money. She shook her head with a smile and didn't accept any money from Heinzi. Freddy really fucked her very well and she had to go straight to bed afterwards because she was "so tired". After she had masturbated very long and intensely, she came back into the kitchen to prepare dinner. She usually masturbated in the bathroom right after the boys had left and Heinzi had closed the bathroom door. She was still very aroused and full of heat, so it only took a few seconds for her to orgasm.

Lena went to Dresden for the weekend, Rachel was visiting her family and she was going to spend the night with her. When she returned, she found a very distraught Heinzi. She had everything told to her in detail. The widow Weber, who lived a few streets away, turned up at his house. She had come to let Heinzi fuck her. He had reservations, she was about 70 and not the least bit desirable. But she kept at it and played a dirty trick, as if he had lured the poor chaste widow into the bedroom. He bit the bullet and fucked the old woman. She was rather plump, her melon‐sized breasts hung down to her belly button. She had almost no pubic hair left, her pussy and clit were wrinkled, shriveled and rubbed red, the clit hung out a finger long. You could see that she fucked and masturbated a lot. She stayed overnight and didn't leave until Sunday afternoon. She was all washed up and licked and smacked his glans until his cock was hard again. She let herself be fucked a hundred times, but she only had an orgasm while masturbating after fucking. Heinzi was physically exhausted and mentally very confused, as it was the first time he had seen the female masturbation, and it was with an ugly old woman who fucked and masturbated voraciously. Lena gradually brought him down to earth, not all women are so unrestrained, selfish and shameless. Heinzi asked if she masturbated herself and Lena replied, "Yes, sometimes, but that's a very private matter. I would never do it so shamelessly in front of someone." The subject was closed, although she knew he still had a thousand questions. Thank goodness Heinzi quickly forgot about the shameless widow.

During all this time Heinzi brought a whole lot of boys to fuck her, certainly more than a hundred and that went quite well until the last summer vacation was over and he moved to the capital to study. He kept in touch with Lena and wrote a postcard every week and a longer letter once a month. He was diligent, both in his studies and with the girls. Many girls wanted to be impregnated, Heinzi wrote, and Lena imagined his broad grin, because then the parents were forced to marry them off quickly.

The pastor was once again at home for a weekend. They fucked in the mornings, evenings and at night. Lena still loved her old womanizer and he respected her more than his female flock, after all she had borne him a progenitor, raised the boy well and God‐fearingly and the lad is now even studying! They fucked pleasurably, drank plenty of port wine and smoked peacefully sitting in bed. It was really quite different from fucking the many young lads who also fucked great, but not as powerful and great as her husband. She had let him fuck her thoroughly with great sexual pleasure and was now playing secretly with her clitoris under the blanket as she did very often, because he had never noticed when she masturbated carefully hidden and secretly, and very quietly came to orgasm. When she had rested, she let her hand crawl under the sheets to his cock. She only had to play with his large glans a little, pull back his foreskin a few times forcefully and that interrupted their conversation. He fucked her really good thoroughly, then they continued the conversation that followed below. She knew he had taken 2 Pervitin‐pills and could get a strong erection at any time, so she interrupted the conversation a dozen times and let her dear stud bull fuck her really hard a dozen times thoroughly that night.

She knew him quite well, he had a very specific image of her. She was his chaste, faithful wife who never cheated on him. She was very religious, his little prayer‐sister. And she liked to be fucked powerfully, she liked that very much. She was a bit of a blonde ditz, but that suited him just fine. She didn't rebel. That's more or less how he saw her.

Perhaps it was the wine that loosened their tongues, because now they were talking about private matters for the first time in a long time.

"You must feel very lonely now," he said softly as they sat in bed smoking after fucking, "I've been thinking about an idea for months." She listened intently, perhaps his idea was a good one. "Now that the war is in full swing, you'll hardly find a man with straight limbs in this town, only the crippled and the old. And I'm out and about now more than ever, but not as you think, that I'm only after the women's skirts, the not‐yet‐married ones, the married ones whose husbands are fighting for the stupid Führer and the widows, of course." He must have enjoyed the port wine because, as a former cavalry officer, he really didn't have a high opinion of the greatest warlord of all time, but he could usually hold his tongue tight. "That's not even half true, I can tell you! Look how skinny I've gotten with the poor food supply! No, the skirts only distract me from my duties, I wish I wasn't so potent!"

Lena interrupted him, saying she was glad he was still so potent at his age! He nodded smugly and continued. "I'm secretly glad too, but don't tell our Lord! There are so many women, thank God, because the men are all at war, and I humbly take all the ones the Lord sends me! No, don't worry, those under the age of 12 are of course taboo for me, decency dictates that. But the big middle aged part, they sometimes bring me to the brink of exhaustion. I need a lot of prayers to keep from dropping dead. But then I take a Pervitin, the pill kisses me on the tip of my cock like an angel, and I can go again! The Pervitin is a gift from the gods, he is also jokingly called 'Panzerschokolade, Tank chocolate'. I then need much less sleep and have one erection after another! And when I come to visit you, I'll take two pills, and you seem to like the result. — Where was I? Oh yes! The old widows are the most difficult, they masturbate day and night, even while fucking! Imagine that, they don't even have respect for the man while fucking, they rub and defile themselves incessantly at devils hands. It's very, very sad how they are carried away by their impulsiveness! If the Bishop knew how close I come daily to the devil, he would pity me!" The pastor sank into gloomy brooding and Lena stroked his gray, bristly hair. His view of the things he did was completely wrong, twisted and crooked like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. She wanted to tease him a little and said how bad it must be to watch the widows masturbate. She herself didn't really know how women masturbate. That was his Keyword topic and he went on for quite a while describing Lena the different ways, techniques and all details, in which the women masturbated. Finally, he uncovered Lena and showed her how to masturbate on her own body. The pastor, as she knew even before their wedding, was incredibly unskilled and clumsy at it, but Lena didn't have to play the orgasm for him. Her clit was already so used to masturbating that her clit was able to orgasm despite his clumsyness. She suppressed it as best she could and confirmed to him that she now understood. "And what was that at the end?" Lena played the ignorant one and he declaimed at length that it was the female orgasm with which the devil lured women and dragged them into the abyss. He was glad that she didn't need to defile herself and didn't throw herself into the devil's arms.

"So, what idea did you have for me?" Lena asked quickly, gradually getting her breathing under control. "You did have an idea, for me, because I don't have anyone to fuck," she reminded him. He had to puzzle for a long time, but then it came back to him.

"So many young men come back from the war, some a bit damaged, so they've lost an arm or a leg, but life goes on, you know? And what do you think their biggest problem is? — Yes? — They can't find a woman who will take them to bed, obeying her nature. And then I remembered that you don't have anyone to warm your body either. Decent and God‐fearing as you are, you don't look for anyone to break off the marriage vows with you. I really give you honestly credit for that!" Lena played the coyly chaste girl for him and muttered, "Perhaps, my dearest husband, you wanted me to masturbate from now on? Is that what you wanted? Shall I?" she asked teasingly. He shook his head indignantly, "No, for heaven's sake, no way! Definitely not!"

"What I had in mind was that I'd send you some poor guy or another so you'd have one to fuck, with my blessing of course!" said the pastor, her husband. Lena wasn't prepared for that.

"But I'd be breaking our vows," she breathed in surprise, "I vowed only to fuck you!" He smiled down at her, now as arrogant as ever, "Exactly! And if I allow you to, if I give you my blessing, then that's fine! That's it!" Lena remained silent and cuddled up to him after drinking a glass of wine. He would send her honest, decent men, good Germans who were in need. And under no circumstances was she to fall into vice! She nodded gratefully, because she hadn't fucked in the months since Heinzi had gone to the university. None. "As long as you send me young men, I don't have to masturbate. But if there's no one to fuck, I'll have to masturbate for better or worse, don't you think?" He widened his eyes, realizing his responsibility despite the alcohol. "I'll send you men, lots of them! And I forbid you to masturbate, goddammit!" Lena snuggled up to him, cat‐like. "But I'll try masturbating in secret one day, because the orgasm was simply amazing!" purred the kitten and the poor pastor cringed.

The wine stung her brain, no doubt. "And you continue to sacrifice yourself, taking old widows, the middle‐aged and the 12‐year‐olds the Good Lord sends you?" He was not one to understand irony, sarcasm or wit. He hugged her warmly. "Yes, the 12‐year‐olds are so receptive to God's word and to his sent servant. They look at you with wide eyes and nod eagerly, because of course they wanted to experience the Lord's blessing through his servant's body! They undress with delightful, girlish shyness and lie naked beside the Lord's servant. They look so lovely when I untangle their braids, which they have to wear according to the perverse taste of the Führer, and their full, long hair plays around their faces! They look like little Madonnas and the stars sparkle in their big eyes when they are allowed to look at my cock, touch it and rub it gently. Holding their breath, they insert my cock into their cunt's entrance with delicate fingers, some even push it in firmly. They look at me with wide, expectant eyes as I take their virginity. Tears of joy run down their cheeks as I fuck them and they draw in a sharp breath when I squirt. I don't want to impregnate them, of course, so I pull out my cock and show them how to rub the semen out of it. Most of them can already do it from their classmates though, almost all of them give the boys handjobs. So they rub my cock eagerly and make me squirt."

He fell silent for a moment. He knew, of course, that in truth he had already impregnated hundreds of girls and women, but he didn't care. Whether they went to the back‐street abortionist or gave birth to the brat, he couldn't care less. The decision lay solely with heaven. He despised the new, nationalist-racist Germans who ran after and followed the clownish freak of a leader. If he could spit in the Führer's soup or spoil the brood of the dishonorable people, then that was a good work. He continued to speak to the topic.

"Hardly any of them get hot the first time they fuck me, but the second time they do. And they let me fuck them fine and smiling as often as I can. They love it. Most of them." He paused dreamily. "What really hurts me is, that almost all of them are already addicted to the female vice, some have been seduced to masturbate since they were 5 years old, imagine that! They masturbate unabashedly and completely shamelessly in front of my eyes, the poor things!"

Lena didn't need to interrupt him, "At 12, they don't have pubic hair or breasts yet, do they?" she asked, suppressing her impulse to snap at him that he was actually a disgusting child molester. He replied very kindly, "Hardly anyone has more than just a childish fuzz, a blond, reddish or black fuzz. You can usually see their slits and pussy very well, but you can also see immediately that they are all red‐rubbed or sore from masturbating, the poor kids! Very few have breasts that always remind me of your small, girlishly sweet breasts." Lena took another glass of port. He continued.

"What always touches me deeply are the little Jewish girls. They come to my religion class even though they have a different faith, but they come because they are in love with me. At 12, they look even younger than our 12‐year‐olds and taking their virginity and fucking them is one of my greatest pleasures. At first they are usually a bit scared and confused, but as the night goes on, they become more and more trusting and demand to be fucked time and time again. It's in the blood of Jewish women. I pray to the Good Lord to excuse me for having such carnal pleasure with them and in the same breath ask him to send me more of them. He is a gracious God and sometimes grants me his mercy."

"I explain to all girls the needs of chaste girls, which are quite different from the boys who the girls masturbate secretly at school. Boys need it every day, they need to squirt every day." He seemed to be pondering something. "What was it like with Heinzi? Did he squirt a lot?" Lena wasn't prepared for the turn of events, but the wine made her babble and lie.

"Oh, Heinzi, he couldn't squirt until he was 12. We discovered it in the shower, when I made his cock hard with the warm jet, running the jet up and down quickly as usual. He's loved it since he was 4. I always had to make his cock hard that way and keep going until he throbbed hard, only then was it enough. Now it wasn't just throbbing, now that's when he was squirting for the first time." Lena downed the wine and thought about how she wanted to serve him the web of lies. "For a few weeks, squirting in a warm jet of water was good enough, his squirting became strong and firm over time. But one day it didn't work any more. I then used my index finger to push his foreskin back and forth until he squirted. At first it was enough and he really liked it. However, I had to rub harder each time, which I didn't like at all, but I remembered your words that a boy of his age had to squirt every day. So I bit the bullet and masturbated him properly after a few days, as I always should have done." Lena looked to him, he had a question.

"So you masturbated him every day until he left the house?" Lena had been expecting the question, but now she continued to spin the mystical yarn.

"At first, yes. One day he wanted to be sexually educated and I told him what he needed to know. I let him look at and feel my cunt and answered all his questions, except the one about female masturbation, because I didn't know that myself. I played with his cock without any inhibitions, because he has such a magnificent cock!" Lena had no reason to compare sizes.

"He wanted to stick his cock in, but he already knew that mother and son weren't allowed to fuck. For heaven's sake, why not, I thought smiling, and let him penetrate my pussy. He really liked it and I kept playing with his cock and the bag, which quickly made him hot. Suddenly he whispered that he was cumming and then he squirted. I reminded him again that we weren't allowed to fuck and then we prayed a Hail Mary together. After that it went like this, I masturbated him and at the end I let him squirt into my cunt. That was very good at the beginning, he was very decent and kept to not fucking me at first." Lena took a break and drank port. How cleverly she used the word 'in the beginning' or 'at first' to hint at what was to come, how his thoughts spinned and tumbled when she said 'in the beginning, at first'.

"Did I understand you correctly, you gave him a handjob and let him squirt inside your pussy at the end?" he asked, scratching his head. "But of course, there's really nothing wrong, I think, with letting him squirt in my pussy, you really can't call it fucking, it's perfectly fine in my opinion!" She was very elated and continued chattering away.

"When he squirted inside, he made little fucking motions. We talked about it and he said it happened unconsciously. However, the little fucking phases started earlier and earlier, I admonished him of course and quietly prayed one or two Hail Marys aloud. My back hurt on the hard bench, so we went to my bed, where it was more comfortable. He usually prayed the Hail Marys with me, some 6 or 7, mostly 12 or more Hail Marys, until he was finally able to squirt in my chaste cunt."

The pastor looked up, startled. "12 Hail Marys, isn't that much too long?" he asked uncertainly. Lena thought about it for a moment. "Of course I told him exactly that, that it took quite a long time, but he just shrugged his shoulders. He said that when I start with the handjob, he feels it coming very soon. He says 'it's coming' every time and I allow him to stick it inside and thrust until he cums. He thinks it's right that I or we both pray the Hail Marys and keep our hearts pure. We always agreed that we — mother and son — shouldn't fuck each other, that's for sure. I always masturbated him with my hand and let him penetrate to cum when he said so. Our hearts stayed pure because we, or just me, prayed the Hail Marys until he had thrust long enough and could cum." Lena was done, that was all her husband needed to know. He cleared his throat and cursed under his breath, "God damn it, god damn it!" He cleared his throat again.

Lena had fetched another bottle of portwine and poured them both a glass. She drank the glass in one go, lit a cigarette and decided on her tactics. She was drunk, she knew that, but she wanted to give her childfucker another hit. She grinned slyly and carried on.

"The longer he had to thrust after the handjob, the more often I got hot, I was left unsatisfied and full of heat in my pussy after his cum, just like I am with you. You make me really hot and it takes hours for the heat to subside again." She paused, because he had something on his tongue.

"You were banging like rabbits!" he grumbled disgruntledly and shook his gray head reproachfully. Lena straightened up and played the indignant. "I don't know how the rabbits are banging, but I can assure you that Heinzi and I have neither rammed nor banged, we've certainly never shagged or fucked, for God's sake!" The indignation seemed to reach her husbands mind. "I only ever gave him a handjob and when he was ready I let him stick it into my cunt, there's nothing to it! We never fucked, damn it! God damnit!" The cursing lent weight to her words and she was amused to see that he pulled his head in. Now she could tighten the screw even more.

"When he had to thrust for so long, I got more and more hot, which I was ashamed of at first, honestly! I helped myself get over this heat with pious prayers." She gave him the opportunity to add his two cents. "That shows me again how honest, righteous and chaste you are, my Lena!" he pontificated and kissed her cheeks. Lena pulled herself together, because the alcohol wanted to make her laugh out loud and mockingly.

"But one day, I had given him a good hand job and he had lovingly stroked and caressed me all over my body, so that the heat in my cunt had increased to a whirlwind, he released me from the listless rubbing and said that now he had to squirt. I was so hot that I was actually looking forward to his penetration. "Come on, my boy, come inside and squirt!" I shouted and then he thrust into me for ages. In my pussy, the whirlwind became a storm, the storm became a hurricane and I had to cling to him as my pussy exploded in the hurricane. I jerked and twitched like crazy, then it was over. He had to thrust for quite a long time before he could squirt inside. I didn't dare to ask him, but since you told me today, it was an orgasm." Lena paused smiling to take a drink of wine. He swayed his head back and forth. "You've never had an orgasm with me," he stated kinked, questioningly.

"No, never" Lena confirmed smiling, knowing full well that it bothered him a lot. "I didn't know it was an orgasm at the time, of course, but I kept orgasming, almost every day. I always prayed with gratitude afterwards and searched my conscience, but it was pure. It was a gift from heaven, from the Lord himself, that the heat turned into a storm and a redeeming hurricane. I was grateful to heaven for having an orgasm every day." She took a good swig of wine, which fueled her web of lies even more.

"So, how long did that last?" he asked dejectedly, because the fact that she had an orgasm with Heinzi really bothered him. Lena thought about it, say more or less? She answered vaguely. "I don't remember exactly, maybe a year and a half or two years." She lit a cigarette and thought about her next words.

"I always had doubts, of course, and wondered if I had lost my decency and chastity if I urged him on, when the storm was raging in my pussy. He has an admirably powerful manhood, our son, he usually always managed to thrust in my pussy on and on and on, to set off the hurricane. But when he couldn't take any more, he dived down with a lovely grin and licked my pussy to the hurricane with his tongue." So, now he had something to nibble on and he did, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Did Heinzi lick your clitoris?" he gasped involuntarily. Lena had to laugh inwardly at how predictable his reactions were.

"I even don't know if I have a clitoris!" she exclaimed with feigned innocence. "He licked me down there, in the pussy somehow." He didn't bite, he didn't want to tell her the secret of the clitoris, because that would lead to masturbation and straight into the arms of the devil. Lena waited in vain, but he pressed his lips together.

"But thank God he didn't have to lick down there very often, because I was so ashamed the first time. Really terribly ashamed like never before! I was totally ashamed every time he licked my cunt, I can tell you that! But Heinzi was very happy with it and hugged me softly, after the hurricane, the orgasm, had died down. Despite my shame, I was very grateful to him because he took me and my heat seriously."

Her husband remained silent and stared dully ahead of him. Lena poured more wine and they drank in silence. Lena lit a cigarette and smoked in silence. He cleared his throat, the silence was getting to him.

"Well, at least Heinzi got a deep insight into what real fucking is like," he said hoarsely, "I was right, you are a thoroughly decent, fine and chaste woman. You didn't commit incest with him, that's how I think about it, honestly" he said, still hoarse. "I'm not sure about sending the homecomers to fuck you anymore, maybe it hurts your decent, fine and chaste character." He lapsed into dull brooding. Lena wondered how he was coping with the fact that his wife and son had been fucking each other for at least two or more years? He must have realized, that it was unquestionably a real incest, even if he dismissed it in unctuous words. He seemed to have been brooding over exactly that.

He never talked about his pastoral work, so Lena was really surprised when he started talking about it. "I've spoken to all the girls and women in my parish, mostly in private. I got a pretty frightening picture of them. I didn't realize for a long time how deep they were already in the devil's swamp. I didn't meet a handful of them who weren't addicted to the vice. Almost all of them masturbate without conscience, most of them were ready to show me their vicious actions without the slightest hesitation. Without any hesitation. I watched them, it seemed to make them really happy. Many noticed that it aroused my manhood, they winked at me lustfully and let themselves be fucked with pleasure. Even the newlyweds, who had never cheated on their husbands, didn't resist in the rush of their supreme lust and let themselves be fucked shyly and full of shame as they raced towards orgasm. Afterwards they were very depressed, which I could somehow empathize with. Can you imagine how far this disease has already spread?"

Lena, whose fingers were busy with her clitoris under the sheet, nodded in agreement. "That really is extremely worrying, my love," she whispered loudly, briefly interrupting their clit play. He nodded and continued, "I must admit that they don't seem to feel anything negative about it. They immerse themselves in a meditative state, their finger rubs the clitoris almost automatically and they have the most beautiful, exciting sexual fantasies. Their orgasms are usually very different. Those who always had to hide it didn't even show the slightest motion in their orgasm. Others, on the other hand, trembled with their legs or their pelvis undulated as if they were dancing around. But I could most easily observe it in their breathing. They held their breath and let it out loudly in orgasm, some let out a suppressed cry or a big sigh. You'd think it was beautiful if you didn't know for sure that it was a gift from the devil." He sighed deeply and bitterly. Lena was always amazed at how deeply it moved him.

"The second biggest vice I only found out about when I was pastoring, because I'd never heard of it before, I'd never seen it myself. There are women, imagine that, who lick another woman's clitoris with their tongue until she has an orgasm."

"Oh yes, I've heard that," Lena murmured, but he didn't seem to have heard it and continued talking. "It always happens in secret, their husbands never found out. Some of them told me that they sometimes lay upside down on the bed, head to toe, so to speak. They licked each other's clitoris at the same time, sort of competing to see who could do the other first. Several people told me that. These women were all fixated on oral sex, they preferred to do their men with their mouths and didn't like fucking. I could only fuck most of them by force, imagine that!" Lena looked at him from the side, "You raped them!?" she asked with disgust. But he waved her off. "Raped, what an ugly word! — No, I just grabbed her tightly or held her arms, but raped her? No, no and no again!" Lena remained silent, because she really disagreed.

"I've met at most two dozen mothers who had incest with their sons. They were reluctant to admit it, they knew it was a criminal offense even in the eyes of the secular laws. In the Old Testament it was even punishable by death. Almost all of them had the same excuse: they had felt sorry for their son. The poor boy had to struggle a lot when he masturbated, so why not let him fuck, if she could help the poor boy? One told me that her son had been sleeping in her bed since his father left. She watched as he gradually learned to masturbate. For years she didn't say anything about it, it was quite normal. But when he had to struggle harder and harder, she let him fuck her, it was much easier." He poured himself a glass of port and drank. Lena said, "Thank you, one for me too!" He poured and didn't even notice her sarcasm. He brooded, thought, pondered and smoked nervously on his cigarette, then pulled himself together.

"And you certainly didn't fuck? Heinzi and you?" he asked, full of suspicion. Lena hid her surprise, let her finger slip from her clitoris and sat up with an indignant expression on her face. "Of course not, what do you think?! Never! Never! I swear!" Lena exclaimed theatrically. "I knew I was only allowed to fuck you and I never allowed him to! He just wanted to squirt inside, and I was completely fine with that. I always did a handjob to him first, maybe for a minute, then he said he had to squirt. 'That is fine with me,' I said to him and let him penetrate my pussy and thrust until he squirted. I quietly prayed the Hail Marys and often I felt deeply ashamed because I was getting so unchastely aroused and hot down there, when he thrust much longer than 12 Hail Marys."

The pastor swore quietly goddammitdammit with furrowed brows. Lena continued her web of lies smiling, completely unmoved. "How often I searched my conscience to see if he wasn't fucking me, but then I was quite sure that he was only thrusting in absolute innocence to squirt inside. That's not fucking, I think, not real fucking. Innocence proved our hearts being pure and chaste! — And he always remained decent, he is our son after all!" Lena remained completely unmoved as her husband cursed inaudibly goddammitdammit, goddammitdammit! They smoked in silence and Lena mumbled that he didn't have to send her homecomers or warriors to fuck, she could masturbate now, he had finally shown her. Now the pastor protested vehemently, that that was out of the question, he forbade her to masturbate! He would send plenty of men to her, for sure! Period!

A week later, the doorbell rang. A man in uniform handed her a letter from her husband. She invited him in and they drank coffee while she read the short letter. She looked up. "My dear Werner, I'm ready when you are." She took him into the bedroom and had no regrets. Werner's shot shoulder had already healed well, he had a magnificent cock and was good with it. He stayed two nights and left again. She pressed a few bills into his hand for the train ticket, claiming that was how her husband had written it. She stayed seated when he left and let her tears flow freely. She had had an orgasm while fucking for the first time in her life! It was wonderful, almost as wonderful as the orgasms she gave herself every night before falling asleep.

The pastor kept his word, sending at least three warriors a week to her "for use at will" and admonishing her each time not to masturbate, not to defile her chaste chalice. She was grateful to him for the stallions, because that's what they were throughout, but she had to laugh out loud because there was no way she was going to be forbidden to masturbate. She soon learned that it was up to her, whether she had an orgasm or not. She had to make sure that she got something out of fucking herself. It went on like this all year and she enjoyed it, she had about more than a hundred men fucking her. It was no problem if two warriors were there at the same time, she fucked one after the other and all three of them had fun. Yes, even when Heinzi came home for a weekend, she surprised him. She dragged him into her bedroom and let him fuck her from start to finish, as often as he could. And now, she had real orgasms while they were fucking, which made him happy and his chest swell with pride. They fucked nonstop that weekend, again and again and again.

One day she received a telegram. "Pereo, venite celeriter. Georg." She only knew one Georg, who wrote to her in Latin: 'I'm dying, come quickly!' Ten minutes later she was at the train station, two stops later she was there. She almost ran and went into the house. There he lay, her old Latin teacher, asleep. She could see quite clearly that it was coming to an end. She went silently into the kitchen and spoke to Rosa, the housekeeper of many years, who immediately recognized her as the professor's former sweetheart. So the simple‐minded old woman immediately told her in confidence, that she had slept in his bed every night after the death of his wife over 25 years ago and had enjoyed being fucked by the professor every night. The professor was now already in his eighties, but he still fucked her every night. She herself was already 79, but she still managed to let him fuck her lovingly. She had never had sex before, she never had masturbated, but fucking the Professor was wonderful and she sometimes liked to burst with lust in the storm he did cause in her inexperienced pussy. Often the storm ended while she was still being fucked, her thighs trembled and her heart became calm and light again. But if the storm was still raging in her pussy at the end of the fuck, the professor would rub her pussy a little so that she almost passed away in the hurricane. She loved this storm that swept her away every night and made her thighs tremble. She was so grateful to him for that! But he hadn't wanted to fuck her for the last three weeks and stayed in bed all day. The family doctor had come and left him some morphine syringes, he had maybe 10 or 14 days left. The professor was very composed and had her send the telegram.

"And where are his children?" asked Lena. Rosa crossed herself. "Oh, Good Lord! The son was killed in action in France two years ago and the daughter lives in Switzerland." Lena had a pencil and paper handed to her and drafted a telegram to his daughter. Rosa shuffled off to the post office to send the telegram.

Lena went quietly into Georg's room, the man to whom she had given her virginity. Her first husband. Her first lover. He was awake. They talked quietly, he was composed and not afraid of dying. He had only one wish, that she should lie with him one last time. He had never been able to forget her and was very sorry that his wife had chased Lena miserably out of the house. It was his dearest wish to die in her arms. But he would understand if she refused. After all, she was Pastor Neumann's famously chaste and decent wife. He didn't think much of the pastor, he said with regret. At the time, the teachers' conference had a lively discussion about expelling the pupil Neumann from the school, as he was constantly messing around with the youngest female pupils and doing probably more, but there was no evidence and no witness willing to testify.

Lena laughed out loud. She wouldn't have married Neumann if she had known about his pedophile activities. "I can only agree with you, dear Georg," she said, becoming more serious, "he's still a pedophile and enjoys fucking 12‐year‐olds. A piggy swine, if you ask me." Lena didn't have to think. "I'll gladly lie down with you and stay with you as long as you want. Nobody misses me. And as for the oh‐so‐chaste pastor's wife, none of this is true. I just have to talk to Rosa and then I'll come to you." Georg thanked her and fell asleep only seconds later.

Lena spoke to Rosa, who of course agreed to sleep in the former children's room and cook for them both. Of course she could remember Lena, even if the professor's love affairs were none of her business, but since it was his wish, she went along with it. Now that she knew that Lena was with him at night, she was finally able to sleep through the night with a sleeping pill. For three weeks she hadn't slept, had only dozed in the armchair next to his bed. That settled everything, Lena undressed and lay down with Georg.

She watched over his sleep and only dozed very superficially. When he was awake, they talked at length about times long past. She was immediately ready when he wanted to fuck. He was far too weak to fuck her, but she stiffened his small cock with her tongue and lips and mounted him. She had never ridden him before, but it was the thing to do now. She didn't count how many times she mounted him and didn't get irritated when Rosa brought drinks and food. Rosa could hardly tear herself away from the sight, but Lena found out why later. The professor was the first and only person Rosa had fucked. He had taken her virginity when she was 55 and had fucked her every night since then. She had never seen anyone else fucking and she only knew one position, the Catholic one, she on her back, he between her legs. Lena smiled kindly, it was all good and she had never been embarrassed when Rosa watched her riding.

It was the third day. She had fed Georg and poured away the tea, he wanted a cognac. They both drank, he wanted another shot and she licked his cock stiffly. She mounted him and rode off, then she lay down on him, when he started squirting. He hugged her tightly and now he squirted bucketfuls, then his arms fell powerless and limply down. She felt his pulse.

Georg was dead.

Together with Rosa, Lena prepared the funeral, it would take place in 10 days and his daughter from Switzerland was also coming. Until the funeral, Lena mourned her first lover, who had taken her virginity. The funeral was quiet and touching; apart from his daughter, Rosa and Lena, all the pupils who were still alive attended. Now she could go home, she had laid him to rest as decently and honorably as wartime would allow.

Her husband continued to send three to six war heroes every week and admonished her not to give in to vice and the Dark Lord. She was soon able to smile again, and her smile dug deep into many a warrior's heart. The new year began and everyone talked behind closed doors about the imminent end. A strange postcard from Heinzi.

"Dear Lena, I've been called up and will be transferred to the east front in two hours. There are 30 of us, I'm the oldest at 19. I think of you often and hug you with all my heart! When the card arrives, I'll already be on my way. I'll be in touch as soon as I can, kiss Heinzi."

Lena hadn't heard from Heinzi since then. She had written a short message to her husband, but had received no reply. The whole infrastructure seemed to be collapsing, people were glued to the radio and listening to the pithy sayings of those in power, the final victory, blah blah, but the enemy's broadcasters saw things very differently. Lena ran to the post office every morning, the letter carrier could no longer be relied on. She no longer received any news, not from Heinzi and not from the pastor. The weekly punctual war heroes were also no longer coming. People met at the merchant's during the day and exchanged the latest news.

The Führer had barricaded himself in a bunker and once a day he mournfully crowed the news of the impending final victory into the radio microphone. The Führer had made his last will, rumored the merchant. The Führer had committed suicide, rumored the villagers at the merchant's. They couldn't believe it, he was still talking in the radio about the final victory!

The thunder of the big guns came closer, every day. One of the former war heroes, Wolf, came. He had been with Lena three times before, she liked him and he was really excellent at fucking, she could often orgasm with him. He asked if she wasn't worried about his one‐armedness, but she laughed happily. "You've got one arm, you don't need two to fuck!" He was sometimes very sad because he had heard that his wife, who was Jewish, and their young children had been deported to the East. He had heard rumors that not a single Jew had arrived in the East, but that they were all killed on the way there. He was desperate because he had no family left apart from them and if they were all dead, he didn't want to live either. Lena was happy to take him in, the fucking was good for her, it took her mind off the uncertainty, and Wolf fucked really well, even with only one arm. They kept the window closed because the panes rattled with the thunder of the big guns. They fucked day and night, there was nothing else to do. Then came the night of May 4th, a dark, rainy night.

The front door splintered under the soldier's boots. Wolf was about to squirt and hadn't heard anything, he was very focused on fucking. Lena heard the thud of boots, the door flew open and someone fired his rifle. Wolf was squirting, he had collapsed on top of Lena and was still squirting, he was squirting for longer than ever, bucketfuls. Lena startled, dozens of boots stomping into her bedroom. She shook Wolf, but he didn't move. She turned on the bedside lamp. Wolf only had half a head left, he was dead, dead as a doornail! Her brain refused to work. She rolled him to one side. Four pairs of eyes fixed on her pussy. She reached for her robe and covered herself. She knew exactly what had happened, but her brain didn't want to process it, didn't want to understand it. The soldiers dragged the dead Wolf out and threw him into the garden. One of them grabbed her by the wrist and led her into the bathroom. She saw in the mirror that she was covered in blood. She stood under the shower for minutes, washing off Wolf's blood. The soldier spoke a few words of German. Give food, give booze. She led him to the pantry behind the kitchen and pointed, food, wine. He popped the cork with the barrel of his revolver. He put the port wine to his lips and drank, he was very thirsty. "Good!" he exclaimed and also called out to his buddies in Russian. There was plenty to eat and drink.

Gradually, her senses returned. There were 4 Russians, fully armed and very dirty, their vehicle had broken down right in front of her house. They had brought the radio system into the house and one was taking over from the other, they were in contact with a control center, apparently. Lena went into the bedroom and got dressed. Alexei, who knew a few words of German, led her out to the garden where Wolf's body lay on his stomach. When she saw his legs and ass, she stood rooted to the spot and turned away. Alexei said something that sounded like "Mne zhal", "I'm sorry", but she shook her head, "I don't understand." She turned around and Alexei trotted into the house behind her.

The men had eaten and drunk. Lena ran water into a pot and picked up a piece of cloth. She led Alexei to the filthy toilet and pointed at the dirt with the cloth and water. "Clean!" she said in a commanding tone to Alexei, who stammered "Clean" with his head down. I mustn't lose control for as long as I can, Lena thought, and repeated, "Clean!" Alexei shouted something and one of the men came over, grumbling. Lena pressed cloth and water into his hand, pointed to the dirty toilet with her chin and said, "Clean!" and Alexei translated in a commanding tone. He was obviously the boss, thank God, Lena thought. She sat down demurely on the floor with the men, Alexei next to her. He laboriously explained that they were all from Russia, near Ekaterinburg. Lena had no idea where that was, but she nodded. "Is it nice in Ekaterinburg?" she asked and Alexei nodded immediately, "nice, very nice! It's a big city, very nice. Lots of beautiful houses, lots of beautiful families, lots of beautiful women!" He clicked his tongue, "beautiful women, very beautiful!" Lena indicated that she had understood. The man on the radio silenced everyone. He listened and chattered, listened again and chattered again. Then he turned around and rattled off something in Russian. The men hooted and shouted in confusion. At last Alexei turned to her and said, "War finish tomorrow. Gitler done, Gitler dead!" He brought his index finger to his temple and shouted, "Boom!" He grinned all over his face, "War done, Gitler done, Fiira busted!" Lena nodded, she had understood him. So the Führer, Hitler, had committed suicide after all. Thank God, the war could come to an end. She explained to Alexei with her hands and feet that hardly anyone here in the village liked Hitler. She took a picture from the wall. "That's me, that's my husband. He's a pastor now," she made gestures of praying and blessing, "Yes, Pope, my husband is a Pope!" Alexei's eyes widened. Lena made it clear to him that she and her husband detested Hitler and were glad that the war was over. She showed him a picture of Heinzi and cried. Yes, her son was in the war, in the East, I don't know where. One of the men fetched several bottles of wine, but Alexei turned him down, because they had to divide the wine well, then they went on to celebrate the end of the war.

Alexei, smelling of port, whispered in her ear. "Make I love you, make!" Lena understood immediately, as he placed his hand unmistakably on her thigh. I mustn't lose control for as long as I can, Lena thought again. She nodded, "good, let's do it!" She stood up and led him into the bathroom. She dropped her dress and stood under the shower. "Clean first, then do it!" She wondered why he was standing under the door with his mouth open, as if he had never seen a naked woman before. She showered, soaped her cunt in particular and dried herself off. "Now Alexei, clean!" and pointed into the shower. He nodded dejectedly and struggled out of his dirty uniform. He stood under the shower, the water was still warm, and she took a cloth and soap and washed his cock, just his cock, carefully. Then she put the cloth and soap in his hand, "Clean!" The soldiers were pretty dirty and had obviously not been able to wash themselves for a while. Anyway, she only wanted to fuck clean guys, she said to Alexei, your men have to take a shower too. He didn't understand. She pointed with her index finger from one man to the other and to the shower, "Clean, clean, clean!" Now he understood and shouted something to his men. They had been watching the showering with amusement and all three were grinning. Lena, like Alexei, was standing naked in the bathroom and now she pointed to her chest. "I'm Lena, Lena. I'm 34 years old." Alexei nodded and repeated with a smile, "Lena, Lena beautiful woman!" He hadn't understood the other words, so she raised ten fingers three times and then four. She lied a little, as many do when they make themselves look a few years younger. He had understood, he nodded. He pointed to himself, "Alexei," and showed 10 fingers and nine. Lena nodded, she had already guessed that. Alexei pointed to his men, "Mikhail" 17 fingers, "Ivan", 17 fingers and the one on the radio, "Andro" 15 fingers. Lena was amazed, they were all so young and yet already so terribly old. She asked Alexei, "Andro, do it too?" She showed 15 fingers. "Andro also make love?" She held up her 15 fingers again and again. Alexei shrugged his shoulders. "Andro soldier, Andro also make." He winked one eye. "Andro make, not much." Oh well, Lena thought, he's still a virgin but already a soldier, so he was allowed too. She pointed to the shower again, "Mikhail, Ivan, Andro, clean!" Alexei nodded in agreement and Lena led him by the hand into the bedroom.

Alexei was certainly no master when it came to fucking. But he did his thing and leaned back. He called Ivan in, they had left the door open after all. Ivan was better equipped than Alexei, he fucked skillfully and quite properly, he brought Lena to orgasm before he squirted. He also leaned back next to Alexei, who now called Mikhail. Ivan stood up, took the headphones from Andro and shooed him into the shower. Mikhail also had a big cock and he also knew how to use it. Lena came again to orgasm, panting and moaning with satisfaction, and he continued fucking for quite a long time until he was cumming in bucketfuls. He sat down next to Alexei and he called Andro.

Ashyly, Andro entered, hesitated for a moment and positioned himself between Lena's thighs. He quickly started fucking like a rabbit and Lena held him tightly, stopping his fucking. She said softly, "Andro, you have to start slowly. Imagine you're a camel walking through the desert. So, slow like a proud camel!" She indicated with her arm what walking slowly meant. Alexei had understood and passed on her instructions to Andro. Alexei repeated, "Camel," and swayed his head slowly. Andro seemed to have understood, he swayed his hips in camel step and Lena nodded firmly, "Yes, yes!" Andro did his job quite well and still squirted very soon. His cock remained hard even after squirting and he didn't think about pulling his cock out. He looked Lena straight in the eye and raised two fingers. She nodded in agreement and lifted two fingers as well. He proved that Andro was a quick learner. "Slowly, camel," and smiled at her, "Lena, beautiful!" and kissed her briefly on the mouth. And indeed, he walked like a camel, proud and slow. Now he fucked much longer and Lena was getting really hot. He increased his pace and squirted. Exhausted, he sank down next to his companions. Lena stroked him gently and murmured that he had done well his first ride.

They took turns on the radio every hour, chatting with the control center and fucking Lena. She had taught Alexei that 'to do' meant 'to fuck'. She had been able to doze off in between, but the boys woke her up to fuck. The boys fucked always in the same manner and Andro was the only one, who fucked her twice in a row, thank God he had learned to let her orgasm. She sometimes thought to die from the fatigue, but she didn't. Lena was somehow proud that she had kept control. The men hadn't raped her, they ate and drank like normal people, they showered every day and no longer soiled the toilet. Apart from their arrival, she had no fear, no panic at all. She was grateful to fate, because it could have been much worse.

Early in the morning, Mikhail was on the radio, there was suddenly something exciting, everyone was talking in confusion. Alexei raised a finger and indicated to Lena that a car was coming in a day. Yes, a car. Then he thought for a moment and raised two fingers. "Today, tomorrow tomorrow," he pointed, "today, then night, then day, then tomorrow car." So it was, they fucked day and night, on the morning of the third day they put their dirty uniforms back on and waited impatiently. They kept talking into the radio, then a flatbed truck arrived at her house.

Alexei motioned to Lena to put on her coat. She looked at him questioningly; she hadn't slept properly for days and was now totally slow‐witted and beside herself. He took the coat and put it on her shoulders. He took a second coat and put it on her as well. "Russia very cold," he said and pushed her out to join his buddies on the flatbed truck. She was still in a daze when she saw her house disappear into the distance for the last time. Was it going to Russia? To Poland? Or to a soldier's brothel?

Pastor Neumann never heard from his wife or his son again.

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