In The Air Raid Shelters

Dad slept in the small room, baby Irina cried too much for him. He had to get up very early and had to sleep. He was indispensable because he was part of the squad that provided the city with water. At 64, he was already too old to be drafted. He was in the middle of the war like everyone else. He had had the baby, little Irina was his everything. His second wife Babinka was generations younger than him, she was only 23. He loved her just as much as his first wife, Jan's mother. She had been dead for years, but he still thought about her every day, she had been the woman of his life.

Babinka loved her husband with all her heart, but she needed much more sex than he did during her pregnancy, much much more. Jan, her stepson, had caught her fucking. Of course, she had noticed long ago that Jan looked at her and her body with sexual desire. When he hugged her to feel the child in her belly, he put his hand as if by chance on the fabric, exactly where the dress was stretched over her pussy. Babinka smiled, he was still much too young and just didn't know it.

After Jan caught Babinka fucking, he lost all distance. He didn't blackmail her directly, he just crawled under her covers at night to caress her baby bump. His cock got rock hard every time he felt her masturbate and then when his fingers reached her curly pubic hair and her hot, steaming pussy. When she had finished masturbating, she would sigh softly and grab his stiff cock and start to gently stroke the foreskin back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She would whisper in his ear that he could play with her pussy, that was very fine for her, she lied. She masturbated him very carefully and quietly so as not to wake up Dad. When he was ready, she held out her cupped hand and caught his sperm. That Masturbating was only enough for a few days, he wanted more. Sighing, Babinka lay on her side and turned her sweet ass towards him. Jan put one hand on her baby bump, with the other he reached over at Babinka's pussy and pushed his cock forward. Sighing, she reached back over her ass and rubbed his foreskin. Back and forth, back and forth. She was very practiced at rubbing cocks and knew exactly, when she had to stop. She guided his cock forward, she stuffed it deep into her pussy hole, sighing. She was his first. She sighed deeply as he timidly penetrated her. The first time he squirted immediately inside and Babinka smiled in surprise.

Jan always came at the exact moment when Babinka started to masturbate. She looked up briefly and turned to the side, she turned her round, white ass to him and continued masturbating on her side. He lay down next to her silently and grabbed her beautiful ass cheeks. Her dark, hairy pussy hole was so clearly visible. He penetrated her gently from behind and began to fuck her. She actually quite liked it, it gave masturbation a great kick. After a while she knew him very well, he squirted passionately into her and carried on straight away. She had taught him to wait until her orgasm had started before he squirted a second time. He held back until she started to orgasm and was now allowed to squirt inside. Like her, he found it very nice when they had an orgasm at the same time. He crept out silently.

So he came every night and fucked the pregnant stepmother. Baby Irina lay silently on Babinka's chest and listened, this kind of masturbating and fucking was simply exciting for the baby. Jan fucked Babinka twice in a row every night, and during the break he asked her a lot about what it was like fucking with the others. She had already been caught red-handed by him and therefore had no inhibitions about describing everything to him in particularly dirty words. He was no longer so sure that Dad was Irina's father. But he was proud to fuck a grown woman, one who was almost 10 years older than him. None of his peers had such a record. Babinka didn't care at all that the little one continued to fuck her immediately after birth. Irina's father was a failure who didn't achieve anything, but he could fuck much, much better than her husband. He was a promising husband, he was hardworking, earned well and would soon be promoted. She reached back and held Jan's cock with her hand while he fucked her and then when he squirted. Jan fucked her twice every night and continued to fuck obediently, which gave her enough time to masturbate secretly. Baby Irina fell asleep immediately after Babinka's orgasm, as did Jan.

Jan had found his dad's hiding place, where he kept the nude photos of Babinka. Jan looked at the photos very closely. The oldest photos showed Babinka as a little girl, who was obviously enjoying being photographed while masturbating. There were pictures from her school days, where she fucked lots of boys and laughed while doing it. She was getting older, and the men were too. The photos turned him on immensely. This was the woman he fucked every night. He was very proud of it.

Papa, Babinka and baby Irina never came back. An air-to-ground missile hit their convoy and now they were dead. Jan cried for Papa, a little for baby Irina and then a little for Babinka too. He didn't really know Babinka at all, they had just fucked, night after night. He stayed in the empty apartment for two weeks until the supplies ran out. He found a little money in the kitchen cupboard and went shopping. On the way back the siren sounded, air raid alarm! He ran to the nearest air raid shelter, to safety. That's how he met Anuschka.

Jan was head over heels for her from the first second. She smiled at first, she was an orphan herself and had to make ends meet. She went with him, he had two plastic bags full of groceries. A great catch. Of course he gave her some to eat, when the sun went down. They lay down next to each other on the couch. Jan was a gentleman and soon fell asleep. She sat up. Anuschka quietly crept into the kitchen and grabbed the two plastic bags. She turned to the door with a triumphant smile. Jan was standing there, looking at her seriously. "Can I help you carry them?" he asked kindly. Anuschka wanted to sink into the floor.

They stayed in the apartment for several days. Jan poured out his heart to her, she poured out hers to him. Anuschka was impressed that he had fucked his stepmother night after night for a year and a half, next to his sleeping father. She was still a virgin, she had never fucked before. But she felt how much Jan loved her and she knew that he had set her heart on fire too. They cuddled up together in the air raid shelter and waited for the next impact. Anuschka whispered in his ear. "I don't want to die. But I definitely don't want to die a virgin." Jan looked at her wide-eyed. Then he nodded.

Anuschka spread two blankets on the floor. "We want to make ourselves comfortable, it's my First Time." Jan scratched the back of his head. "It's my first time too, I've never deflowered a girl before." Anuschka smiled, but then she realized that it wasn't a joke. She took his hands in hers and explained to him how to deflower a girl. Jan nodded, he could certainly do that. He had only fucked Babinka from the side during her pregnancy and from behind after the birth, she preferred to masturbate that way. "You didn't say that Babinka masturbated while fucking." Jan explained that he couldn't see it directly, she had always just turned her ass towards him. But when he had finished squirting inside, he had held her ass cheeks apart quite firmly and looked down at the finger dancing on her clit. That was all you could see. Anuschka smiled faintly. "If you stay my husband, you can always watch me from the front, I promise!"

They heard the air raid alarm. But this time they didn't run to the air raid shelter. They turned off the lights in the whole apartment. Candles were much more romantic. Anuschka lay naked on the blankets and guided Jan's cock into her pussy hole. She held his cock as he penetrated quickly and tore her hymen completely painlessly. She held his cock during the whole fucking and while he squirted inside. They embraced in a long French kiss. "I am your wife now!" Anuschka breathed and he whispered, "I am your husband forever and ever!"

They stayed in his apartment for four months, they fucked day and night until they were exhausted. She masturbated to orgasm every time after fucking because she couldn't get one during sex. He stroked her inner thighs and watched her. He loved it when her face relaxed after an orgasm, she was as beautiful as an angel. They had a very lively conversation about things they had done before the war. That gave them ten thousand hours of material. Jan was very happy with Anuschka.

One morning she didn't come back from shopping. He ran to the shop, but it had disappeared. Only rubble and a crater in the ground. There had been four dead people. He asked everyone, they said the dead were in the university morgue. He ran there, blinded by tears. There she lay on an aluminum stretcher. Her face was peaceful and beautiful, like it was made of white marble. The assistant said she had not suffered, the bomb had torn her neck and she would have died instantly.

The apartment was empty without her. Now he was alone and could cry. He hated this war. It had taken away his father, his Daddy, whom he had loved more than anything. And Anuschka, his wife, his sweetheart. Babinka and baby Irina too. What a shitty war. Really.

He sat on the couch for three days. He didn't drink, he didn't eat and he ignored the air raid sirens. On the third day he got up, he had to pee. He drank a liter of mineral water from the bottle and ate the loaf of bread while standing.

All he thought about was Anuschka. She was in the prime of her life, only 14, and that little life she had was already over. A shitty war, he shouted loudly, three times in a row.

Then the rocket hit. He jumped up. The outer wall fell out onto the street in slow motion. The impact was three apartments away. Thank God all the residents of the building were in the air raid shelter. He ran out. He only calmed down when he was on the street, on safe ground. He listened to the firefighters.

"The house is totally gone."

"Thank God no one was hurt."

He went to the main square and sat down on a bench. He took stock of his things. Dad, dead. Babinka and baby Irina, dead. Anuschka, oh Anuschka, dead too. No roof over his head, no couch to sleep on. Not a cent, no money at all. He only had his student ID card, but the school was just a pile of rubble. In his empty wallet was a color photo of Dad, Babinka and baby Irina. Two nude photos of Babinka that he had stolen from Dad. Both showed her wide open pussy hole; he had looked at these pictures a thousand times. It showed her vigorously rubbing her clit. The other showed Babinka in the middle of an orgasm, with a distorted face, pressing her finger against her clit. Dad had hundreds of nude photos of Babinka, from her early youth on. He had looked through all the pictures again and again, but then only stole these two. — And another Polaroid of Anuschka and him that a war reporter had taken. That was all, but it was his most important treasure.

The sausage stand owner was dismantling his stand, like every evening. There were no customers, the sun was setting, he would be back tomorrow morning. He waved to Jan. The latter helped him turn the stand around with muscle power and attach it to the old Lada (a Russian car). "Thank you," said the old man. This word was rarely heard anymore. He opened the stand door and went inside. He stuck his head out again. "Come in, there's something to eat!" Jan didn't need a second invitation.

There were still 3 pairs of warm sausages and a pile of French fries. Jan sat down opposite the old man and devoured the 3 sausages in record time. He got half of the fries. He finished quickly, the old man saw how hungry the boy was. He gave him his third sausage and pushed the fries over to him. "Ketchup and mustard haven't been available for months, sorry!" he said to Jan. "I always wanted to go to the States, to have a sausage stand in Los Angeles or San Francisco, that was my dream."

Jan lived from hand to mouth, literally. He grabbed whatever he could to help someone with his muscle power. He found enough to eat almost every day. If not, he went to the sausage stand, where the old man gave him a couple of sausages and a double portion of chips. He stayed on the park bench and helped the old man turn the stand and attach it to the Lada. That was his plan B, so to speak. As long as the weather was good, he slept in the bushes in the park. When it rained, he went to one of the air raid shelters to spend the night. There were rumors that gangs were robbing people in air raid shelters, but he never saw a gang.

One afternoon he saw a middle-aged woman stacking boxes full of garbage in the designated bay over the overflowing garbage cans. There had been no garbage collection for weeks. From a distance he could clearly see her naked ass under her short work dress. A good reason to come closer. Yes, her naked ass kept flashing. "Shall I help?" he called to the woman. She motioned for him to hand her the boxes up. He did it in silence, because from down here he could see that she really wasn't wearing any underwear. He looked into paradise for the first time after a month of complete austerity. When they were finished, she climbed down from the garbage pile and waved to him. "I'm cooking borschtsch (a spicy bean soup), would you like a plate?" Jan nodded, of course, and entered the restaurant kitchen. Jana, as she introduced herself, was stirring the pots and turned to him. "Would you like to fuck me, Jan?" Jana asked, completely unexpectedly, and gave him a hot look. "Most people who have to live on the streets really need it. But they don't come often enough, I have to do it with my finger, over and over again, if you know what I mean! And I could really use it right now too!" Jana added. Jan didn't need a second invitation. He stood behind her. She lifted her skirt and leaned on the stove, he looked at her big fat white asscheeks. He had to spread them apart to look at her slit, surrounded by black hair. It had been over a month since he had last fucked Anuschka.

He fucked Jana from behind, he came right after penetration, but he kept fucking. "Don't squirt inside, my dear boy!" Jana shouted, "these are the dangerous days right now." He nodded, although he didn't care at all. She was obviously enjoying it, because her finger stole its way to her clit. "Should I wait?" he asked, panting, and she nodded affirmatively. He held back the squirt, after maybe 10 minutes she gasped loudly and her finger danced to the tango finale. "Now," she called quietly, "now!" Jan held her hips and squirted, fucking her into her orgasm. He held her hips and squirted into her, jet after jet. She moaned pitifully and wailed with each jet squirting inside. Dangerous days? Screw it! He pulled away from her.

He got a big plate of hot borschtsch and fresh white bread and a big glass of beer. He was ragged and dirty, she thought he was definitely older than 15. She was the wife of the owner, who was far too old and frail to fuck her. He visited 43-year-old Jana regularly and fucked her from behind before lunchtime. He always squirted his full load inside her as soon as she had triggered her orgasm with her finger. She never objected because he always fucked her well and only squirted inside when she had triggered the orgasm herself and called out to him that he could squirt inside now.

He took the air raid alarm seriously now. He ran to the nearest air raid shelter and looked closely at the women. He had sat down in front of the entrance so that he could occasionally take a look under a skirt. He sat low enough to see under every woman's skirt, up to her panties or to the paradise, since very few women wore panties in wartime. Of course he only looked at the younger ones, the single and lonely ones. Somehow he could tell with a fair degree which of the women would let him fuck her. Really, he was rarely wrong. He was neither superstitious nor did he believe in a special talent. He took it as it was, a feeling for it and the ability to read women's eyes and faces.

He lay down next to the woman he had chosen. He usually recognized several, so that he had a choice B in case he was wrong. He went every night to sleep in the air raid shelter.

And to fuck.

It was usually very easy. The women were just afraid that she would be discovered. In all those months not a single one was discovered, and he was very careful about it too. He ignored the angry or insulted looks of the women he had already fucked and who were now annoyed that he was lying down with someone else.

He lay down next to the woman and waited a long time until most of the others were asleep. The power supply regularly failed at night, and the battery-operated emergency lighting didn't reveal anything specific, just vague shapes.

He put his hand on the woman's lower leg, and even then he could tell whether she was willing or unwilling. Only very rarely did he have to leave her and go to plan B. He let his hand slide very slowly up her inner thighs, and then the way was clear to paradise. Some of them pulled him between their thighs; they wanted to be fucked from the front. But most of them willingly stuck their asses out to him; they wanted to be fucked from the side or from behind. He took what he could get.

Many of them had no panties under their skirts at all, for the few others he or she pushed the panties aside himself. He played with and stimulated her clit until she signaled her readiness. Not very often she was ready until after her orgasm, and that was fine with him. He always penetrated her pussy hole very slowly and carefully, then he began to fuck. He compared the pussy holes with Babinka's soft, yielding pussy or with Anuschka's tight, demanding pussy. One thing struck him right from the start. The women over 35 or over 40 had very dry pussy holes, the younger ones rather moist. He had to moisten his cock with a lot of saliva when he had a woman over 30 in front of him.

Only a very few masturbated while fucking. He had heard at some point that masturbating was considered an old woman's thing. He didn't give a damn, he wanted to fuck and squirt inside, if possible as often as possible until he had finished squirting. Only a few of the women pulled his cock out before he squirted and made it squirt with their fist, presumably to avoid getting pregnant. Of course, that didn't stop him from fucking her a second time and squirted the full load into her pussy hole. He didn't care at all whether he got the woman pregnant.

Jan grinned crookedly as he remembered how wrong he had been on his last adventure. He had been lying behind the young woman who had seemed fuckable to him. He waited until everyone was asleep. His hand slid along her inner thighs, caressing and sexually teasing. He felt her arousal as he reached paradise. She was very receptive and willingly spread her thighs so that he could easily find her clit. He masturbated her clit with zeal and diligence, she ran towards her orgasm and ran the last few meters with full speed. Her orgasm was hard and intense, it was now fading quickly.

He touched her pussy with his cock and penetrated slowly as always. She had a really fine, very tight, wet and well-trained pussy that seemed to be made for fucking. He sensed her signals that she wanted to be masturbated again. He masturbated her to orgasm again and squirted in her pussy at the moment of her orgasm, without having fucked her. At first she seemed to accept it, but she immediately pulled his cock out again. He penetrated again, she waited a moment longer and pulled his cock out again. "No fucking!" she hissed almost inaudibly. He was annoyed because it was very rare that he was wrong. Plan B was a little further along. He crawled over the unwilling woman and crawled to Plan B.

He remembered her as about 30 years old. Plan B was lying on her belly, sleeping. He touched her lower legs and she screamed in shock. "Shh, shh!" he whispered very quietly, "it's just me!" Although that didn't make sense, she laid her head back on her forearms. She spread her legs willingly. He rubbed her clit through her ass cheeks and it took barely two minutes until she was moist and wet. He penetrated her from behind and began to fuck her. She sighed and moaned with sexual desire, he fucked her for a very long time and squirted his semen deep inside. She sighed after each jet he shot into her pussy. When he was finished, she sighed loudly and contentedly, then fell asleep again. He lay down next to her, very content and satisfied. Gradually his breathing calmed down.

Then the next door neighbor tugged at his shirt. She whispered almost inaudibly, "And now it's my turn!" What a surprise! He crawled towards her. She pulled him between her thighs, obviously she wanted to be fucked from the front. She reached down and felt his cock. She knew what to do. Knowingly she pulled his foreskin back and forth, back and forth. She whispered in his ear that her name was Katinka. "I was engaged until recently, we were supposed to get married on my 19th birthday this year. But he died two weeks after he went into battle. I now live with my Mom again and have to rely on masturbating if I can't find anyone to fuck. I've already fucked over 150 men and now everything seems so pointless. Nothing and no one can bring Frantischek back. I used to be a reserved girl, I masturbated a lot and fucked quite a lot too, but Fran was the only one, the right one for me. I felt that from the first moment and was always loyal to him. Now the miserable dictator has killed him. Since then I've let anyone fuck me, I don't care that it's immoral. What is morality?" She waited for his answer. He whispered in her ear. "If you stay true to yourself and your principles and ideas, that's what I see as morality. It's not everything, but it hits the nail on the head for me." Katinka was silent for a long time and rubbed his cock.

He felt for her clit. Her pussy was wet and almost dripping. The clit was tiny and barely felt. "You don't have to do it, I already had an orgasm when you fucked the neighbor, Nameless!" She was still thinking. "By your definition, I am morally fine, no matter how shitty and sad I feel with every man I let fuck me." Jan nodded, she could feel it. "After fucking, everyone is sad, like animals, they say. I think there's something to that." She stopped rubbing his cock. "Come on now, it'll be fine. You can squirt inside like everyone else, I don't care if I get pregnant!"

He fucked her for a long time while she masturbated. He just couldn't squirt, even after Katinka's second orgasm. "I can't," he cursed, "I'm dry and I have no juice left." He paused.

They slept for a few hours and woke up at the same time. She felt for his cock. "It's divine, my nameless one!" "I'm Jan, and I want to fuck you!" "Then come, Jan!" she breathed and guided his cock into her pussy hole. He fucked her wildly and squirted after a short while. He pulled his cock out and squirted on Katinka's belly. "Somehow it feels wrong to me that you let anyone squirt inside you and that you don't care if you get pregnant. To be honest, I've never really cared about it, but now it seems wrong to me." Katinka scratched the hair on his neck and he recognized her sad face in the twilight. He fucked Katinka several nights in a row because he liked to fuck her very much, but he always squirted on her belly. One day she demanded that he squirts inside her. If she got pregnant, it would at least be from an honest man. That made sense to him. He squirted twice every night into Katinka's pussy hole, which was very fine and liberating. One day she was gone, probably gone home.

One evening he spotted a woman who was clearly responding to his signals. She was about 33 or 34 and had her daughter with her, probably 13 or 14. The girl didn't react at all. The woman excited him. They were both lying near the emergency lighting, which of course meant that they weren't completely invisible there. Jan didn't let that stop him. He lay down behind the woman and waited patiently until the others were asleep.

His hands slid up the woman's inner thighs, she willingly let him up to paradise. He easily found her clit and rubbed it gently. She smiled and let him do. Her daughter sat up and watched her goings-on in the twilight, motionless. The woman nodded that she was ready and pulled him between her thighs. He whispered that he was Jan and she breathed in his ear, "I'm Olga, I'm 33 and unmarried, and this is my daughter Yulia, she's almost 14. We fled here from the south, we were both raped. I didn't mind, I let the three strangers fuck me, that's how it was. But then all three soldiers raped my poor Yulia, one after the other, the drunken suckers! She was still a virgin and completely unprepared." Jan paused for a moment in his fucking. "I'm really sorry, being raped is no fun!" he said, then he continued to fuck Olga. Her pussy reminded him of Babinka's pussy. He could squirt inside without worrying, Olga said, she couldn't have any more children. She fucked very comfortably at his pace, she was really good at it. Jan just found it very strange that Yulia was "monitoring" the fucking with eagle eyes. Yulia leaned towards Olga's ear and whispered, "Mom, he's about to squirt inside, the man!" Olga whispered, "It's good, Yulia-baby, I let him him do it willingly!" Jan grinned because it was so bizarre. He straightened up after a long time, grabbed Olga's hips and squirted inside. He felt that he wasn't finished yet. Olga whispered, as she pulled out his stiff cock, that he should hold back his strength.

Olga whispered to Yulia. "We've fucked so many nice men since then, both of us, one after the other. First me, then you. And you always enjoyed it, because those orgasms were much better than masturbating! Isn't that right!? I want you to lose your fear of fucking, because it's wonderful when the man is a decent, nice guy!" Yulia had listened carefully. "So you think this guy is a nice, decent guy?" Olga nodded and stroked Yulia's hair. "I was paying very close attention, Mom. He fucked you very well, this guy here. I even noticed that you had a lot of fun and that you triggered your orgasm with your finger, like you always do when we fuck a nice guy together." Olga nodded again in agreement. "We've only fucked nice men in the past months, me and you, haven't we?" Yulia thought hard for a moment. "He squirted inside because you allowed him to. I thought that was very, very nice of him!" Olga smiled. "You see, he's a very nice man, our Jan here. That's why I firmly believe that it will do you good if he can fuck you. Okay?" The little girl nodded and lay down in front of Jan. Olga whispered that he should get the little girl hot before he fucked her. Jan was surprised by the development, but he nodded.

He caressed Yulia's inner thighs, which took a long time to get her used to his touch. He felt her clit. It was well-shaped and well-trained, thought Jan. He rubbed the clit very gently, and Yulia rose like a rocket. Yulia had buried her face in Olga's pussy, her lips almost touching her labia. Yulia's orgasm came very quickly and passed quickly. "Does he have to fuck me now, Mom?" she whispered, almost tearfully. Olga stroked her hair. "Yes, my child, you have to experience that fucking can be wonderful and is very nice!" Yulia sniffed a little more, but then whispered, "Yes, Mom, you are certainly right." Jan began to fuck the young girl. Her pussy reminded him a lot of Anuschka's pussy. Yulia was the most easy-going girl he had ever fucked. She had an orgasm every few minutes, she clung to Olga's hand with one hand and buried her face in Olga's pussy, her lips sometimes touching her labia. Jan was really fascinated, because Yulia smiled after each orgasm, only to become serious again straight away. "Can I squirt inside now, Yulia?" Jan asked and she breathed, "Mom, can he squirt inside now?" Olga nodded very kindly, "Of course, Yulia-baby, Yes!" Yulia stared at Jan stonefaced as he grabbed her by the hips and squirted the full load inside her. With each jet, Yulia squeaked very quietly, plaintively like a little kitten. She looked up at Olga. "Is he finished now, Mom, is it over?" Jan lay down next to the two of them. Olga gave him a long, lively French kiss. "Thank you, Jan!" she whispered. Olga and Yulia had already left early that morning, and he never saw them again.

Every evening he found someone he could fuck. He didn't talk to them, he didn't ask her name or whether she was married. Everything had to happen silently and in complete silence. Some of the women he fucked from the front whispered, even breathed in his ears. Her first name, that she was married, that she had never cheated on her husband before the war. The war had destroyed everything, including her morale, he often heard that. Their husbands had been fighting at the front for months or years, and no one cared about the sexuality of the women left behind. They were all happy to find someone to fuck.

Many women had their small children with them, he and the woman had to wait until the children were fast asleep. He thought that was right, because they would only poison the souls of the little ones. Many of the women woke him up at the crack of dawn to get fucked one more time. Jan was fine with it, he didn't turn a single one down.

Jan fucked more than 250 women that year of war, a few of them more than once. He continued doing so the following year. The war never ended, the sirens blared every night. Jan's life was actually quite restricted. During the day he looked for food, nearly daily he went to Jana's restaurant kitchen to fuck her and get a hot meal. In the evening he usually helped the sausage stand owner turn the stand and hang it up, and they ate sausages and chips together. The old man, Janiek, was a wise old man. Jan listened to him very attentively, you could learn a lot from him. Without any scorn, he called Janiek the philosopher that he was.

He fucked one woman every night, sometimes one he had already fucked last year. He made an effort to fuck young women as much as possible, they fucked much more passionately than an old woman, although it was not always possible to avoid fucking an old woman. He already counted forty-year-olds as old. He fucked them anyway if there was no younger woman around and she seemed very inviting. He never regretted it.

A young girl caught his eye. She often went to the same air raid shelter as him. Did she follow him? He looked at her very closely, but he could not figure out whether she was ready for sex or not. She was definitely older than him, which bothered him a lot. After a few weeks it was clear to him that she was following him. He wanted to get to the bottom of the matter. She sat on a park bench and watched the door to the restaurant kitchen, where he went in behind Jana to fuck her.

After fucking and eating a hearty minced meat roast, he thanked Jana with a kiss on her lips like every day and asked if there was a back exit. Jana showed him. He walked past crates and stole two bottles of lemonade. He walked around the park, approached the girl from behind and sat down next to her. She jumped. "Would you like one?" he asked and handed her a bottle, which she accepted, completely taken aback. "I'm Jan," he said and held out his hand to her. She hesitated and took his hand. "I'm Eva," she said. There was a long silence. "I've noticed that we sleep in the same air raid shelter almost every night, Eva. Does that mean something?" She looked down. "I'm an orphan like you, Jan, I live on the streets just like you. It's no coincidence." Jan scratched the back of his head and looked Eva up and down. She was slim, pretty and very womanly. Her clothes were just as dirty as his, and unlike him she washed her face and hands more often than he did. He stopped staring at her. "How old are you, Eva, if you don't mind me asking?" "21," she answered, "21 and still a virgin," she said very quietly. He looked at her, "I'm 15, almost 16 and I'm not a virgin anymore." She nodded. "I know, I can see that you go after someone every evening and I always suspected that you fuck them at night. Am I seeing that correctly?" He nodded, full of shame, "you see that correctly." Eva turned the bottle in her hand. "I often see you walking into the restaurant kitchen behind the cook with the big, fat ass, do you fuck her too, Jan?" He nodded in the affirmative, there was no point in lying to Eva.

Eva sighed deeply and opened the lemonade. She took a sip. "I bathe three times a week, right under the pedestrian bridge, so no one can see me. I've lost my parents, siblings and our house, but that's no excuse not to pay attention to hygiene." Jan found Eva very likeable. "And how do you eat? You obviously don't work as a prostitute, otherwise you wouldn't be a virgin anymore." She blushed violently. "You're wrong, Jan, I work as a prostitute, but I only do hand jobs and blowjobs, they bring in more money." Jan knew how stupid his questioning was. "Sorry, Eva, I didn't mean to offend you." Eva waved her off. "No need to say sorry, you have to work as a prostitute too and fuck the fat cook for lunch." Jan saw how right she was.

"If you go bathing today, I'd be happy to come with you. I haven't had a bath for months, I've only washed myself in the railway station toilet with a rag. A bath would be good." Eva nodded in agreement, "But I haven't earned any money today and I haven't eaten anything yet!" Jan rummaged in his jacket pockets and pulled out a large piece of bread. "That's all, I don't have anything else." Eva took the bread with shining eyes. "Thank you!" She's well-behaved, thought Jan. Eva ate the bread with greed.

They walked side by side to the footbridge. "Stay behind the big boulders, otherwise the current will sweep you away!" warned Eva. Jan looked at Eva's naked body, she really was very pretty. She only had a delicate fluffy down over her pubic slit. "Do you masturbate often?" he asked suddenly. She was taken aback. "Before the war, every night, to fall asleep more quickly. But now, in the air raid shelter, not every day anymore, there is often no opportunity." Jan and Eva climbed into the river. The water was ice cold, but clean. They washed themselves very quickly and quickly went to the bank.

They let the morning sun dry them. "Every two weeks I wash my dress and then I have to wait for hours until it is halfway dry." Eva looked at Jan's semi-erect penis and said quietly, "I can do it with my mouth if you need it!" But Jan shook his head. "Thanks, but no." He wanted to add that they had only known each other for a short time, but he kept his mouth shut.

"Is that your friend out there?" asked Jana, the fat cook. He nodded, "Yes, she is an orphan and homeless like me." Jana turned around again and let her skirt fall. "Then she should come in, she'll get a soup like you." Jan stuck his head out of the door and waved to Eva to come in. "This is Eva, Mrs. Jana," he introduced her. "Sit down, we'll both get a warm soup." Eva sat down at a table and watched the fucking. It hurt her to see her friend and secret lover fucking another woman. They ate the soup in silence, Eva thanked her politely.

Eva now went with him at lunchtime, he fucked the fat cook every day and they got a warm soup. Eva stayed away at night and did not disturb him. He fucked a different woman every night, usually again early in the morning. He loved it when they whispered their secrets in his ear. He believed most of them when they whispered, close to tears, that before the damned war they had never fucked anyone other than their husband, who was now bleeding at the front or had already died. He fucked the widows with all his passion, they were completely starved of sex and had sacrificed a husband for their country.

They now went bathing in the river every morning. The water got warmer every day, the river was not at all interested in the war. Eva hugged him when they were standing chest-deep in the water. Her hand caressed his cock under the water and she asked him every time if she could do it with her mouth. He shook his head, he didn't think much of it. They had been friends for three months now and Eva lay down next to him at night. Her hand caressed his bare ass while he fucked the woman from the side or from behind. Her hand slid forward to his cock when he pumped into her pussy hole. She masturbated discreetly. She hugged him after her orgasm and they fell asleep arm in arm.

It was after four months that she pressed her body against his while bathing. They kissed each other with long French kisses and she whispered in his ear that one day she would belong to him, body and soul. He smiled kindly because she said it every day now and it was very sweet of her. It was a day like any other when Eva lay down on the grass by the river bank. He wanted to lie down next to her, but she pulled him between her thighs. "I want to be your wife, Jan!" she whispered in his ear. He nodded, that did him a lot of good. She breathed, "I really want it, please finally deflower me!" She took his cock and guided it resolutely into the entrance to her pussy hole. With a strong, quick jerk, he deflowered Eva. She had tears of joy in her eyes when he fucked her for the first time. The morning sun smiled and shone tenderly on their naked bodies. They fucked for about half an hour, then he straightened up and shot his full load into Eva's pussy. He stayed lying on top of her, they hugged and kissed each other with French kisses. She beamed at him. "I'm your wife, Jan, forever and ever!" She meant it.

They fought their way through, together. Every midday she watched him with a heavy heart as he fucked fat Jana between her big, white ass cheeks, spread by his hands, for the warm soup. He, in turn, sat some distance away when Eva gave a handjob or a blowjob. At night he always fucked Eva first and made the woman wait. Then he fucked the woman, the girl or the widow, the latter with much feeling and gentleness. After all, she had sacrificed her husband for all of us.

The year of war came to an end without an end in sight. Eva was careful that Jan did not squirt inside on her dangerous days. They had gotten new, warm clothes from a charity, because the winter was already hard. Jan turned 16, he had to wait another two years before he could go into battle. Eva believed that the war would have to be over by then, and she would not let him go under any circumstances. She said she would hit him on the head with a club until he gave in. Jan smiled silently, that was her unconditional love that would not let him go to the slaughterhouse. He loved her as much as she loved him. They had been through thick and thin together for almost two years, and that bonded them together.

Eva sighed. She actually wanted to have children, but not in the war. Jan consoled her as best he could. Yes, he wanted children too, three at least, a house with a garden and a dog. But that was out of the question in this damn war. Not in this damn war!

They fought their way through, day after day. Jan shook his head when Eva said she would get a lot more if she let herself be fucked for money. He really didn't want that, even if they had no money left. Eva wouldn't let other men fuck her, her heart would have stopped. She gritted her teeth and gave handjob after handjob, blowjob after blowjob. Even that hurt her, because she belonged to Jan and he belonged to her.

The damn war continued. It devoured man after man, woman after woman, with total indifference. The bombs devoured houses, bridges and small children alike. That was what bombs were designed for, after all. But they were impressed by how happily the people who were scared to death fucked each other. Some bombs stopped working because of such small happiness.

Eva and Jan snuggled up to each other. The war has to end at some point, this goddamn war.

At some point.

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