A DIRTY DOG DOES GERMANY CH. 07

Living in the high rise in Neckargartach was really wonderful, especially living right of the edge of civilization. I could sit on the balcony with a wonderful view of the Neckar River and the city of Heilbronn, or look out the back windows of the apartment to several kilometers of farm land. It was also wonderful for running or simply hiking.

I would often get in a good workout by loading my rucksack with several gallons of water, and hit the road for a fast road march. I would also load 3-4 half liter Stuttgarter Hofbrau beers in a small cooler with some ice blocks right in the top of the ruck for quick, easy access. As I gradually began to tire, I would empty the water a little at a time and continue to march.

I was out one afternoon on my usual circuit that would take be by the feuerplatz where I had shot pictures of Kelli. As I headed for an intersection where I would make a left turn toward the feuerplatz, I saw a figure topping the small hill to my right. I had to look closely at first. It almost looked like a monk in a flowing robe, or kaftan, complete with hood.

The person was moving at a decent pace and was carrying a tall walking stick with a bottle holder. At the pace we were walking, we would meet at the intersection. As we neared the person finally noticed me and threw the hood back. It was a woman with dark brown hair piled up into a knot on the back of her head.

As I approached, she smiled and waved at me as if she knew me. I waved back and she smiled some more. I spoke first, saying, "Grüss Gott!" This was a typical southern Germany greeting in an area that spoke a dialect of German called Schwäbisch. It was known to other German areas as a farmer's dialect, or more often what Americans would refer to a hick language.

She smiled and responded in kind. "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" I asked.

She smiled widely but shook her head no. That was okay with me, and I replied "Es ist kein problem."

She said something back to me but her Schwäbisch accent was thick and heavy and I didn't understand a word of it.

"Können Sie sprechen Hochdeutsch, bitte?" I asked.

She smiled broadly, saying, "Ja. Kein problem."

As I turned in her direction of travel, I asked "Darf ich mich zu Ihnen?"

She nodded and waved her hand for me to walk along with her. I did a quick appraisal before saying anything else. She appeared to be early to mid-40ish, nice looking without a bit of make-up. Her robe was loose and ruffled in the wind as we walked. It had large, belled sleeves, and alternated medium brown and forest green stripes. The material was thinner that I first thought. She wore comfortable looking sandals on her feet, which had professionally manicured toes.

I could tell little about her body, considering the robe she was wearing, but she did have a pleasantly obvious bulge for breasts, including a growing sign of nipples poking against the fabric. This bode well for braless!

We set up a nice hiking pace and headed down the road. She began steadily talking to me, some of which I didn't understand but mostly she talked about how much she enjoyed her afternoon walks. I noticed she had a small bottle of Jägermeister in the holder on her walking stick. It appeared to be about half full. This gave me a bit of a chuckle.

The farther we walked, the more I thought about how I could get to know this nice looking German frau, even though she was maybe a dozen years older than I was. This was back in the day before "cougars" or MILFs became a popular thing. She seemed wonderfully friendly, and as we walked she stayed close enough to me for her sleeves to brush against my arms.

She rattled on about a nosy neighbor she had, and I feigned interest. She said something I didn't understand about her neighbor, and when I asked, she made a circle with her fingers and thumb and turned it on her nose. I got the idea that her neighbor was excessively nosy and also a butt kisser.

We finally came down the easy slope to the feuerplatz.

"Möchten Sie für eine Minute Pause?"

She turned and smiled and replied, "Okay."

I stepped over the wall around the fire pit and slipped my ruck off my back and sat it on the ground. I dug into the top and opened my cooler.

"Möchten Sie ein Bier?" I asked, and motioned to her with one of the beers.

She smiled broadly, and gratefully replied, "Ja, bitte."

I used one of the D-rings on the ruck to pop the lids on two beers, and handed her one, saying, "Es ist Kalt."

As soon as she took it in her hand, she laughed lightly and told me, "Das ist eine amerikanische Sitte."

I quickly answered, "Ja, sehr amerikanisch!"

She laughed lightly in a pleasant, feminine voice. She got the Jägermeister from the holder, took a sip and chased it with a drink of beer. I took a long draw from my beer, and watched her. She took another sip, and then offered the bottle to me.

"Drink?"

"Ja," I replied, taking the bottle and taking a casual sip.

I wasn't a big fan of Jägermeister but it hit the spot nicely. I was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, and I sat down on the wall and slipped my shirt off, slowly wiping my face and neck. The lady busied herself with her drinks, but I noticed she scoped me out from the corner of her eyes. She finally sat down on the wall after fluffing the robe around a bit and pulling it loose from around her neck. She sat down and pulled the bottom of the robe up and over her legs to mid-thigh, and delicately crossed her legs.

Her move gave me a good view of well-proportioned legs. She was definitely was not overweight. Typically German, she had light, downy hair on her legs. After another drink, she loosened her hair stay and shook her hair out. She had below-the-shoulder length hair that shined in the afternoon sun. As she leaned back on one arm, her breasts thrust out through the fabric, nipples fully erect.

I was getting more interested by the minute, and had to fight the urge to let my cock take its natural course and begin to get hard. It was beginning to get tougher to do! She sipped her beer slowly, having put the Jägermeister back in its holder. I smiled at her and she returned the smile.

I broke the silence by asking about her robe. I told her I thought it would be too hot for hiking. She said the fabric was lightweight, and the breeze came through it quite easily. She also said something that made me take immediate notice.

"Ich weiß nicht tragen, was unter!"

I had to ask again to make sure she had told me what I thought. She told me, very casually and without any emphasis, that she didn't wear anything underneath the robe.

"Nein!" I blurted out.

She giggled like a young girl and with a smile, grabbed and bundled the bottom of the robe and lifted it to just below her breasts. After less than a second, she dropped it back down, quickly grabbing another sip of beer. This move had revealed little but the top of some lovely thighs and a slightly rounded stomach.

"Wieder, langsam," I asked. I wanted her to flash me again, and much more slowly.

She giggled, and shook her head no, tipping up her beer.

I gave her my best leer, and motioned her to lift the robe again, slowly.

She giggled some more, and took another drink. Finally, after seeing my intent look, sat her beer down. She grabbed the robe and slowly lifted it upward. I motioned for her to lift it higher. She giggled and shook her head no again, but without dropping the robe. I shook my head yes, and motioned upward.

She smiled broadly, and finally submitted, lifting the robe above some wonderful breasts. They were a full C-cup, with small areolae and pencil eraser pink nipples. They were fully erect now.

"Sie sind eine schöne Frau!" I told her huskily.

She blushed slightly, as women are wont to do when complimented, and as she turned her head away, she slowly let the robe drop back down. She busied herself with her beer and finally turned to look at me.

I eased over closer to her, bring my beer along. She studiously ignored me. I leaned close to her and asked, "Wie heißen Sie?"

She told me her name was Silke. I found the name to be rather curious. I prompted her a bit more and she told me that she was married to a man named Günter, that they had no kids, and lived in one of the houses about 2 kilometers away where the large sugar beet fields were. Her husband raised sugar beets and did some back yard mechanic work in their barn.

Silke took a sip of her beer while I told her my name, and she started a narrative that I had to interrupt occasionally for a clarification or two, considering that she would slip back into Schwäbisch quite often. Apparently she and Günter had been married for several years. They had initially wanted children, but apparently Günter had some problem with his sperm which prevented impregnation. This was a well-kept secret because she told me that Günter could never reveal he was less than a virile stud, and she was sworn to secrecy at the risk of abandonment and divorce.

Over the past 10 years, they had grown increasingly distant to the point of almost disinterest. Silke told me that her walks in the fields were her best form of self-preservation and peace. While she talked, I had casually moved beside her until we were shoulder to shoulder, touching each other along arms and legs. Whether on purpose or instinctively, she began to lean her body closer into me.

I wasn't sure if getting something started with Silke would be a good idea, but then many of my horny ideas weren't good ideas. I opened another beer for us and we sipped as she continued her narrative.

Silke talked about how long she had lived in their house. It was a nice place, large, and they had several acres of crops. Günter made pretty good money selling his sugar beet crop each year, and made quite a bit of cash under the table doing car repair. But most of the time, he would eat an early dinner, finish up any farming chores he had and would join a couple of his friends at a local gasthaus where they would drink beer until 2300 or later, at which time he would wander home and fall into bed. They slept in separate rooms.

By the time Silke had finished this extensive narrative, we had finished our beers. I asked her if she would let me walk her to the barn, and then I would head home. I showed her where I lived, which was barely visible above the horizon. She seemed impressed, and asked me if I made a lot of money. I brushed that question off.

I packed the empties, donned my shirt, and strapped on my ruck. We headed away from the apartment building, toward Silke's home. When we got closer, she directed me through a dirt track toward an old barn near a tree and brush covered fence line behind several houses. When we got to the barn, Silke unlatched the door and we stepped in.

It was a very old building, and reeked of petroleum products, fertilizer, and musty old things. Silke showed me where her husband had a manual lift for working on cars. It had a dirt pit for working underneath. There was a tractor parked in a large bay with a set of double doors. The place was replete with old junk.

Silke wandered around showing me different things, when suddenly she saw something that made her shy away. What I saw look like a typical saw horse, but it had adjustable legs on one end so it was hiked up at that end maybe 6"-8" more than the other end. She grabbed my hand and pulled me in another direction. I was curious though, and resisted.

"Was ist das?"

Even in the dim light I could see her blushing. I pulled her over to the contraption and studied it. There were a couple of sets of pegs sticking out from it, and then I noticed there were sets of straps with buckles attached to the frame. The top was actually padded, and there was a padded loop at the low end.

Silke told me it was nothing, but I pulled her to me and firmly gripped her around the waist. She didn't resist. I whispered to her again to tell me what the contraption was. She shook her head no, and once again tried to pull away. I was about to give up when something clicked in my head, and I thought about a device I had seen illustrated in "The Story of O."

I pulled Silke over to the device, and eased her up beside it. I did a visual calibration with my eyes and knew I was right. I moved her to the device and pushed her down to it. She looked at me like a frightened child, but suddenly quit resisting. I lifted her robe high enough for her to swing a leg over, and moved her into place. It was perfect.

Silke was deathly silent as I quietly placed her knees over one set of pegs, and then her feet on a lower set. I gently pressed down on her back until she lay flat on her stomach. The padding tapered to a narrow width that fit perfectly between her breasts. I eased her head onto the padded ring which had an opening in the front, and noticed it left her mouth available.

I was stunned. This was a bondage device that if she were nude, would allow perfect access to all her body. It fit her perfectly! This was an interesting revelation. Before she could get too uncomfortable, I helped her off the thing and led her back to the door of the barn.

Without stepping outside, I said, "Es war schön, Sie kennenzulernen." She smiled sweetly, and curled against me in a gentle hug. I returned the gentle hug and said I wanted to see her again.

"Ich möchte dich wieder zu sehen! Will man einen Spaziergang am Freitagnachmittag?"

I figured I could get away early Friday afternoon and Mandi was working 14-22 that day anyway. Silke thought for a moment before shyly nodding her head in assent.

"Sehr gut," I replied.

I gave Silke a strong hug, and gripped her ass with both hands, crushing her into my chest. She murmured softly and melted into me. She looked back toward the contraption once last time, and I asked again what the device was. She shyly whispered to me that it was her "spielenbank." I chuckled lightly under my breath at the thought of her bench for playing.

I hesitated to try and kiss her but before I could break away she pulled my face to her and kissed me. I gave her ass one last squeeze, pushed the door open and looked out to check for anyone or anything unusual (a trait of a good military man and a philandering asshole). She leaned against the door frame as I walked away. I waved goodbye at her and said, "Freitag." I didn't look back as I headed to the apartment.

Mandi's car was still in the parking garage when I got home on Friday afternoon. I didn't know how long I had to wait until she left, so I could cruise out into the fields to find Silke again. When I got in the apartment, though, I found Mandi had left a note. The guy who owned the video store was back in country, and he and his wife had picked Mandi up earlier to go to lunch, and then break down and label a bunch of new videos he had brought from the states. I would have to pick her up from work that evening.

I smiled at the luck, changed clothes, packed some beer and some fruit, brotchens, and some cheese into my ruck, and headed out into the fields. As I topped a rise about 2 kilometers from the house, I saw a figure about another 2 kilometers away that could possibly be Silke. I cut through a tractor trail to another road and set up a course to intercept.

As I neared the road that went to the feuerplatz, I looked to my right and saw Silke approaching, walking with a purposeful stride. She was wearing her same robe, and smiled widely when she saw me. She waved happily.

I waved back and we met up after a few seconds. To my surprise, she ran straight up to me and hugged me strongly. "Sie sind hier," she blurted out happily. I told her I had some food and beer in my ruck, so we set a strong walking pace to the feuerplatz.

When we arrived, there was another couple there with a young child of maybe 6 years. Fortunately, as we approached, they decided to move on and left without acknowledging us. I was a bit leery for Silke's sake but she didn't seem concerned at all, so I brushed it off.

I quickly set about laying out the food and getting beers opened. Silke suddenly wandered off to a stand of young trees and bushes, and when I looked again, she apparently had snuck off to pee. She returned quickly and after grabbing a beer, dug into the food like she was starving. We ate quickly and quietly.

After we ate, Silke wandered around the wall looking for nothing in particular. I waited until she finally turned to look at something in the distance before quietly easing up behind her and gently slipped my arms around her waist. She pushed back against me and I slowly worked my hands up to her breasts.

As I leaned over her neck to kiss it, she closed her eyes and almost inaudibly moaned. I massaged her breasts and felt her nipples harden. I used my free hand to turn her head to me and kissed her lips. She suddenly turned and pressed full against me, kissing me with a sudden need and passion. After running her arms around my waist, she pressed into me hard.

I began to massage her ass through her robe, and she moaned some more. Her heat was hard to resist, and I slowly began getting hard. Silke felt this and began to slowly hump against me. I took the opportunity to lift the front of her robe to her waist and pressed my hands against her ass to give her a better feel of my cock rising to meet her demands.

I was getting to the point where my cock was filling out nicely when Silke suddenly broke away and took my hand. She led to another of the small stands of trees, and I followed as she stepped into a small opening in some branches. This opened into a small clear area about the size of a twin bed.

Silke smiled and said, "Mein platz privat!"

I chuckled and wondered what private things she had done there. But back to Silke, I quickly seized her robe and pulled it over her head. Wow! She looked wonderful naked. Her breasts were impeccable. She had a lightly plump belly and a patch of pubic hair the same color the hair on her head. All natural! She still wore her walking sandals, which looked kinda cute. I kissed her breasts and she accepted gratefully. I kissed her lips and pulled her tightly to me and began to gently move a finger down to her pussy. She moaned loudly when I finally reached her quickly dampening pussy lips and slid a finger over her clit.

Silke had also stopped caressing me or reaching to me now. She had slowly become docile, waiting for me to initiate the action. I never cared for a dead fish, and was a bit perturbed for a moment. That was when I flashed back to the "spielenbank" and realized that she was submissive, but not like Sigrid, another German girl from Germany Chapter 01.

I told her quietly but seriously to remove my shorts. She quickly dropped to her knees and when she reached to grab my shorts, realized what was bulging from them. Her head rocked back and her mouth formed a small "O" as her eyes took in the sight. As she pulled the athletic shorts down my hips, my cock finally popped free and bounced off her face. Silke looked up at me with a wild look in her eyes. She was stunned, apparently, by my above average cock.

After removing my shorts, she placed both hands together as if praying and began to stroke my cock with her hands. She started repeating something to herself that I didn't understand. I hoped she would take me in her mouth but she continued to stroke me with her hands.

I broke away from her and grabbed her robe and spread it out on the ground. I pulled Silke down and dived into her pussy. She cried out in surprise, and momentarily tried to push me away. I was having none of that, and she finally quit pushing and let me work. In less than 30 seconds, she clawed at my head and launched into an orgasm, albeit oddly quiet. But the spasms spoke for themselves.

I needed something wet for my cock and I slowly slipped up Silke's body, pausing to pay lip service to her delightful breasts. I had to ease my legs between hers to get into position to slip into her pussy. She seemed reluctant to allow me to position myself to slip my cock into her, even though she seemed to be really hot.

I smothered her mouth with a kiss as Silke writhed beneath me. When I finally got into position I slowly eased the head of my cock up to her flaming hot pussy. She was dripping juice and I began to ease my cock into her. I went up on my elbows so as to keep my weight off her, and I watched her face as I eased the first couple of inches into her. She suddenly began to writhe in pain and moaned like I had stuck a hot poker into her ass.

Now I knew my cock was bigger than the average bear, but I had never had a woman go into such pain from such a small amount of penetration. She seemed positively in agony.

"Es ist zu groß!" she complained.

Now I have heard that before as I eased into a tight anus, but a pussy?

"Es tut so weh," she whined.

I was shocked and really disappointed since I had actually gotten hot and horny over this sexy older babe. She began to cry softly and pulled me down against her. She wept convulsively. I felt bad but was also wondering what was going on.

"Es tut mir leid," she said as she hugged me hard.

"It's okay," I cooed in her ear. "It's okay."

" Nein, Ich weiß, du hasst mich," she cried.

"Nein, nein, nein, alles okay," I whispered as I tried to soothe her.

I slipped away from her and told her to be still for a minute. I slipped out of the foliage and retrieved a beer and came back. She looked so pitiful and vulnerable laying there. I took a sleeve from her robe and dabbed at her eyes, then offered her a drink of beer. She accepted and took a long drink.

After she recovered a bit, I whispered in her ear I was sorry and wanted to know what happened. She sniffed some more and lay back down on the robe. She began to tell me a story. I had to remind her to speak in high German so I could try to understand her.

She apologized again because she thought I was mad at her for teasing me. I told her I didn't think that was the case. She continued by first telling me that she had not had sex, and had not had any penetration in over 15 years. She didn't use sex toys and had learned to live quite well without sex until she met me. I made her so horny she knew she had to get back into a physical relationship.

The other part of the equation was when she told me that Günter's cock was about the size of her middle finger, and after the first week of marriage, the only time they had sex was when Günter would strap her onto the "spielenbank" and would force her to take him in her mouth and then penetrate her vagina for about 10 strokes before he would orgasm. A neighbor told her about masturbating and that was her only orgasms to date, until I ate her out.

I was stunned at what I had fallen into. Then, to make matters worse, I saw a pair of old gentlemen topping the hill in the direction of my apartment building headed our way. I told Silke what was up, and told her to stay right there with the beer. I slipped my shorts back on but made her stay naked.

I carefully eased out of the foliage, and began tucking by cock into my shorts like I had just finished taking a piss when the old guys saw me. They waved a friendly wave, and one took a bottle of something from his walking cane and tossed down a quick drink. He toasted me with another. I grabbed a beer and toasted him back. The other gentleman nodded and to my relief they kept going.

I returned to Silke and slipped out of my shorts. I was totally flaccid and Silke sat up and examined my cock closely. She looked a bit quizzical but stroked me gently. I began to grow almost immediately, and she got a delighted look on her face.

I rolled her onto her back again and went after her pussy again with my tongue. This time she didn't try to oppose me. I ate her pussy slowly, like a gourmet with a world class dish. I worked her clit carefully until she was gripping her robe in a death grip. She almost shrieked out loud when the next orgasm ripped through her. As she was wrecked with spasms, I slipped two fingers into her pussy and stroked them vigorously. She moaned with delight and stretched her legs wide.

I slowed her down, and slipped my fingers from inside her. I rolled over on my back and gently pulled her up on top of me. She was a bit unsteady and wondered what I had in mind. I grabbed her ass and maneuvered her until she could slide down until her pussy was positioned over the tip of my cock.

She got the idea finally, and began to ease down to my cock, bumping carefully into my swollen head. By then I was so eager to cum I thought about just jacking off on her ass or tits or something. But she was a trooper, and really wanted to feel a hard cock inside her. She worked slowly and carefully and began to get some penetration, finally managing to wedge the head of my cock inside her. She winced a couple of times but with a little effort, began to get some actual penetration. She stopped two or three times and began breathing deeply, like a yoga exercise, only to return to putting pressure on my cock.

With her effort, she finally took about 4 inches inside her. After putting both hands on my chest, she began to rock back and forth a bit and with the assistance of her natural juices, slowly worked about 2/3 of my cock inside her. When she hit the deepest penetration yet, she stopped and moaned for a couple of minutes before trying again.

Silke was determined, though, and after she began sliding about half my cock in and out for a couple of minutes, she sat up almost straight, and let her weight push her down onto my cock. She inched down on my cock excruciatingly slowly, until I finally felt the head of my cock hit bottom. She looked at me painfully for a minute, relaxed, and let out a long, noisy breath.

With my cock as deep in her as it would go, she looked at me with a pleased look. This whole process had taken over 20 minutes, and she was tired. I had her move up and down for a few minutes to make sure I wouldn't rip her insides out. I eased her onto her back once again and quickly began to penetrate. She tensed up for a moment but soon relaxed and I eased all the way into her.

She let out another long breath and held my arms tightly as I began to carefully stroke into her. After some slow, sensual stroking, she pulled me down to her and wrapped her legs tightly around my hips. I picked up the pace and in seconds was rewarded with her shrieking into my shoulder as she rode to a crushing orgasm.

When she finished, I eased out of her, turned her around on her knees and slowly penetrated her doggy style. She moaned in pain at first, but soon relaxed and let me pound into her a little harder. I took the opportunity to get a good look at her little anus for the first time. It was a cute, puckered hole that seemed to push in and pull out as I stroked into her pussy. It was, though, a hole that would probably take as much effort to penetrate as her pussy had.

Silke gradually began to push back at me and when I picked up the pace, she began to moan with pleasure this time. I needed a serious cum, though, and while I watched her cute little butthole stretching and closing to my rhythm, I finally shot a full load of cum. She must have felt it because she giggled like a little girl and wiggled her ass.

When I pulled out and lay down on the robe, she fell over me, kissing my mouth and face, down my chest and cooing. She carefully gripped my cock as it went soft. She cooed some more and wrapped a leg over mine.

"Ist das, wie Sex sein soll?" she quietly asked me.

I just smiled and nodded yes. She hugged me some more and finally stood up. After looking around for a moment, she stepped from the foliage, looking back at me and asked, "Bier?"

I nodded yes, and she fetched a beer, totally oblivious to the fact she was naked except for her sandals. As she returned, I marveled at what a nice body she had, especially at her age. I also wondered what kind of idiot Günter was.

It was getting later than I expected, so after we split a beer, I made arrangements for another meeting with her on the following Tuesday evening, after Günter had left for the gasthaus with his friend. I had a plan to strap her into the "spielenbank" for some fun. She agreed to meet in in the barn. I didn't tell her anything about what I had in mind.

Silke called the gasthaus just before I arrived and fussed at Günter to not drink too much because he had a lot of work to do the next day. She knew he would do just the opposite. I was already well hidden in the fence line when I saw Silke approach the barn and ease inside. I was at the door in seconds and then quickly inside. She hissed at me, and I latched the door and moved in the dark toward the sound. I bumped into her, accidently grabbing both breasts. She pressed my hands to her and giggled. I used my red lens pen light to nose around, with Silke holding one arm. She found some dark paper, and we put two layers over the window. She lit a small candle, and I went back outside to check for light leakage.

Finding none, I returned and latched the door once again. Silke was wearing a light, gauzy one piece dress and flats. I looked at her with admiration, and some undisguised lust. She giggled and almost leapt into my arms. I kissed her deeply and with little preliminaries, pulled her dress over her head. Her breasts sprang out for attention. She was wearing nothing underneath.

We stood in the middle of the floor and kissed and groped for a while. She seemed impatient so I enjoyed rebuffing her attempts to maneuver me into a position where she could climb aboard for me to get inside her. She whined with frustration a couple of times. She finally got my t-shirt and jeans off me, and I eased her toward the "spielenbank."

I spent some time fingering her to make sure she got wet, and in the process helped her to the first orgasm of the evening. I turned her around and had her lean over the spielenbank where I could penetrate her pussy from behind. She winced slightly as I first went in, but was soon wet and juicy enough for some serious fucking.

After she reached another orgasm, albeit a small but effective one, I carefully steered her into position and before she realized what was going on, she was laying on the bench. I quickly strapped her in as she began to breathe heavily. She hadn't been strapped down like this in several years, and the effect was sudden excitement while at the same time total submissiveness.

As I strapped her in place, she shuddered in anticipation. After a moment's study, I found the straps for her arms. But before strapping them to the bench, I saw a couple of loose straps hanging on an vertical support beam. I used one to strap her arms tightly behind her back, and the other to strap her neck down to the support.

I found a loose piece of cloth and blindfolded her. She was panting, writhing against the straps, and her pussy was oozing juice. I roughly grabbed her nipples and stretched them taut, suddenly letting them go to snap back. She moaned and tried to wiggle. I slowly stroked her ass and kept teasing the nipples. I finally moved behind her and began to slowly lick her pussy and ass.

In this position, her ass was spread wide and was in the perfect position for me to penetrate either hole. She moaned loudly as I licked her from behind. I suddenly bypassed her pussy and went higher, stabbing my tongue into her anus. She squealed and tried to push her ass back toward me, to no avail. I kept teasing her pussy and asshole until she began to beg for me to finish her off. I obliged and stooped low enough to pass a few flicks of my tongue over her clit. That did it; she twisted and writhed against her straps as she lit up with a crushing orgasm. Juice gushed from her pussy.

While she was still feeling the orgasm, I penetrated her pussy and ass simultaneously with two fingers in each hole. This started another series of small spasms. She moaned deeply and did her best to move her ass. I finally tired of this action and stepped back. It took less than 10 seconds before she was begging for me to do something to her, anything.

I went to her face and slipped my cock to her lips. I expected her to try to turn her head away. She surprised me by opening her mouth wide and letting me penetrate deep into her mouth. I grabbed her head and some hair, and bounced her head up and down on my cock until she gagged. I gave her a minute's rest and returned to her mouth.

After some more fun with her mouth, I stepped away and returned to her pussy. I lined up my cock, still sloppy from Silke's mouth, and began to penetrate her pussy. She squealed and bucked, wanting more. I pushed about 3" into her and stayed completely still. Silke was drooling and spitting and working hard to try to get some more cock into her, to no avail.

I finally began to ease more of my cock into her until I finally reached the bottom, bumping carefully into soft tissue. Silke groaned from the stuffing, while with sudden ferocity, I began to pound into her pussy with serious speed. Silke cried out and then began to pant like a dog. Sweat broke out on her back as I pounded away.

She gurgled and made strange noises deep in her throat. I felt before hearing the beginnings of her orgasm. It must have seemed to start from her toes, finally working its way to deep in her pussy. She gagged and spit, and finally shrieked as her guts twisted into knots. I waited until she had wrung most of it out of her, when I pulled from her now sloppy, oozing pussy and slowly pushed the head of my cock into her little anus.

Silke began to writhe and twist, moaning in pain and shrieking, "Nein, Nein. Nein. Bitte, Nein. Ach, mein arschloch!" I kept up the pressure, slowly penetrating her asshole until she finally settled down. With her legs strapped up almost into her body, there was nothing to prevent me from completely filling her ass with cock. I scooped more juice from her pussy and kept easing my cock into her ass until I finally pushed past the upper sphincter and was fully engulfed by her hot ass.

She moaned and twisted her head, but really began to squirm when I began to stroke deeply while reaching under her and roughly pinching her clit. Slike's ass was so hot and tight I had very little time to play, so I worked her clit even harder and kept stroking deeply into her ass. In just a few seconds, I cut loose with my own roaring orgasm, pumping 4 hard spams into her ass, and then a couple of more small ones. My knees almost collapsed from the strength of it all.

I continued to maul her clit until she shrieked through another orgasm as my cock slowly softened. I let my cock slowly ooze from her asshole, which remained wide open and cum slowly began to gather on the rim until it finally dripped into the floor.

I pulled Silke's blindfold and wiped my cock off on it. I grabbed her hair, and roughly shoved my cock back to her mouth. I thought she would finally pull away, but instead, she opened her mouth wide and tried to bob her head on my cock, slurping noisily and greedily. I was spent and wasn't getting any harder, so I finally slowed her down and pulled away.

I unstrapped Silke's arms, and she quickly unbuckled the strap around her neck. I quickly released her leg and ankle straps and she slowly climbed off. She leaned there unsteadily for a few minutes. As she stood, she gingerly reached down and felt her pussy and reaching further back, her still open asshole.

She finally straightened up and fell into my arms. I held her softly and she hugged me tightly. She unconsciously stroked my chest. After she recovered a bit, I left her propped against the "spielenbank" and retrieved her dress and shoes.

We both dressed without speaking. After a few minutes, I put out the candle and lit my pen light. We moved to the door and paused. I asked her if she wanted to do a repeat Saturday evening. She patted my stomach softly and merely whispered, "Ja. Samstag abend."

After Mandi headed to work, I took a long hot shower and resisted the urge to jack off, even though I was so horny I could almost taste it. I wanted to make sure I had a good load waiting for Silke. I packed some beer, and headed for the barn. I wasn't there as early as I thought I should have been, and after a few minutes of not seeing Silke, I thought I might have missed her and she was waiting in the dark for me.

I eased up to the barn and left my rucksack against a bush near the door. I went to the door and began to pull it open. Call it inituition, call it some small detail amiss, but for some reason my internal alarm was on full alert. The door didn't seem to have been shut completely.

Instantly on the ready, I eased to the side of the door without making a sound and suddenly jerked it open, using it to shield my body. I felt rather than heard something moving through the air and a long piece of wood whacked into the door frame. Someone was waiting to the right of the door, and swung something at me that because of my caution got only air.

The assailant yelped loudly and dropped the weapon. I quickly retrieved it and dived into the barn. It felt like a piece of shovel handle. I could see the silhouette of someone holding their hand and did a sweep kick, knocking them to the floor. I quickly struck 4 blows on anything I could hit, feeling the satisfying thud of flesh and bone. Then, instinctively, I rolled further toward the interior and had another assailant trip over me.

As he went over, I pushed upward with my legs, making him land face down. I heard the crunch of a nose breaking. Before he could make a noise, I snap kicked his solar plexus. The breath went out of him in a rush. The guy at the door was peering into the building trying to make out anything to see. I eased over Mr. Breathless and whacked the side of his knee, dropping him immediately. I started to get up but heard another noise and I dropped, but not before taking a glancing blow from a club of some sort.

I was unfazed, and grabbed one of the guys on the floor (I didn't know which) and rolled him over me. I used a vertical roof timber to slowly rise, taking the guy with me. I couldn't see any shape of any kind, but froze when someone whispered, "Günter?" I got a bead on the sound, and when he whispered again, I shoved my shield in that direction. It was a perfect shot, and the two apparently got tangled up.

While the third guy was diverted (that's when I remembered Günter and his two buddies), I moved carefully into the interior so I had the open door in front of me. The last guy had gotten untangled, and had stood and moved to the door. I saw him moving his hand up and down along the door and realized he was searching for a light switch. The last thing I needed was to have a light come on.

I still had my shovel handle, so I crouched and tapped the handle on the floor, knowing he would look straight at me. A good night fighter knows that with only your eyes as night vision, you cannot look directly at something in low light and see it. You have to scan at an angle to allow the eyes to make out shapes. He looked directly in the one place he wouldn't see me. I charged with the handle at stomach height, hitting him hard and drove him out the door and into the ground, breaking at least three ribs and knocking him cold.

In case anyone else was around, I quickly slipped up beside the door. After a few seconds, I looked in with my red pen light to assess the situation. The other two guys were on the floor out cold as well. I went back to full alert when I heard a faint noise. I heard it again, and realized it was a few feet away and not moving. I eased in that direction until I saw a shape from my light, and as I closed found Silke strapped to the "spielenbank."

She had been gagged with what appeared to be the same cloth I had used to blindfold her. She was shaking from fright and crying uncontrollably. Her shirt had been torn from hem to neckline and she had been beaten severely on the back and buttocks with what was most likely a leather belt. Her thin pants had been torn and she sported angry welts that oozed blood over most of her exposed skin. Some more blood was staining the seat of her pants where she had been beaten through the pants.

I quickly unstrapped her and got her to her feet. She stopped crying and hugged me hard. I carefully eased her away from me and whispered for her to be quiet. I led her toward the door, and stopped when we reached the two guys inside. One was Günter. The other was one of his friends. The friend had the caved in face. I had Slike hold my light and I picked Günter up fireman style and took him to the spielenbank. I loosened his pants and pulled them down.

Silke pursed her lips to speak but I cut her off with a quick shush. I quickly strapped Günter onto the spielenbank and went back for his friend. I laid out the friend on the floor directly behind Günter's bare ass, quickly loosening his pants and pulled them and his underwear down below his hips. Finally, I went outside and got the last friend and took his pants completely off him and threw them into the rafters. I laid him across the other friend.

Taking Silke's hand, I led her out and closed the door behind me. I used a tatter of Silke's shirt to wipe the latch clean. She was moving gingerly, so I took her hand once again and told her to sneak home and make sure no one saw her. She was to put on a fresh shirt, and then call the Polizei and tell them that she heard her husband and his friends get into a big, drunken fight in the barn, and she was too scared to go out there.

She looked positively aghast and I thought she was about to faint, but then she looked at me and began to smile. She whispered that she would love to see the look on the face of the Polizei when they found Günter strapped in with his pants down and the other two in the compromising positions. I got my ruck and beat feet home.

About two weeks later, I was walking in the fields when I saw Silke out. I made a quick trip to intercept her. When she saw me, she positively ran and jumped into my arms. She began to rant wildly about all that had happened.

She had healed a lot from the beating, and couldn't talk fast enough. I had to grab her around her arms and pin her down to get her to calm down and speak high German so I could understand. She finally calmed down enough to speak slowly and carefully so I could get the whole story.

The scheme worked almost too well. The Polizei had found them still out cold, and took pictures of the scene before letting the medical staff remove them. They also found some blood in areas where we had fought, but played it off as a running brawl. The theory was that they had gotten into a fight over who was to have a go at Günter's ass first.

Silke was the queen now. The Polizei had publically released only some information that the three men had been involved in a drunken brawl, but given the fact that they were all drunk and couldn't give a coherent statement, no charges were filed. They were treated at the hospital and released the next day, but Silke had them over a barrel.

The local neighborhood busybody had been the trigger. The evening I met Silke in the barn, she had seen Günter at the gasthaus while Ms. Busybody was there eating. Later, after getting home, she was behind her house next to the field near the barn when she saw what she thought was a stray dog. She foolishly went through the fence with a flashlight and walked along the fence line toward the barn.

As she got directly, behind the barn, she heard Silke shrieking from the solid fucking I was throwing on her. At first she thought someone was being hurt, but soon came to realize it was passion that she was hearing. She went around the barn looking for a place to see in, until she finally found a small crack in the door to the tractor bay. She could barely make out me doing some heavy fucking but couldn't see Silke. She guessed it was her though, and confirmed her thoughts when she knocked on the back door of Silke's house, and getting no answer, went in to find an empty house.

The next day she told Günter. He threatened to beat Silke if she didn't tell him the truth, and forced her to tell him about the Saturday meeting. He schemed with his buddies to ambush me, and after they got about half drunk, his buddies had egged him on to give Silke a whipping, and the rest we know.

Silke had gotten a picture from one of the Polizei, showing Günter strapped down ass up with the half-naked buddies on the floor beneath him. Günter was positively apoplectic. He would have been the laughing stock of the town if she released the picture, and he was way too proud of his tough guy reputation to ever have that happen. He and his friends still couldn't believe they had gotten pounded into senselessness by one guy.

Silke told me she had made him agree to one last punishment. She didn't tell him what it was but she planned on finally getting divorced afterward. She wouldn't tell me what it was, but just told me not to worry. She also told me she wanted to meet me again in the barn, but this time I wouldn't have to worry about Günter and his friends.

I agreed to one last session and worked out the details.

I watched Silke enter the barn, and eased up to the door. Having been through this once, I eased the door open from behind again, only to see some candles placed about the rear section of the barn. When Silke heard me latch the door, she eased over to me and handed me a ski mask with a cutout for the eyes. She motioned me to lean over and she eased it on my head and over my face.

I figured she wanted to play masked stranger or something, so I went along. She led me toward the candle lit area. After we passed a couple of work tables, I saw the spielenbank with a nude Günter strapped tightly to it. His pasty ass looked sickly, and his puny balls hung sadly beneath that pitiful little dick. I listened as Silke leaned over him and said that a real man with a real cock was here.

Günter tried to look around but his neck was strapped down too tightly. Silke moved directly in front of him where he could actually see all of her, and she did a slow strip tease. She had motioned me back a bit before she started the strip, and as I looked down I saw that Günter was actually beginning to get hard.

I stifled a laugh. I guess Günter must have thought Silke was lying to him, because he seemed absorbed with Silke's little show. After removing her little satin skirt that I found exquisitely sexy, she made a great show of running a finger up and down her slit until she brought it out juicy. She slowly wiped the juice beneath Günter's nose. His dick was fully rigid now, such that it was.

I hadn't noticed because of my position, but Silke had slipped on a pair of wicked sexy high heels. Her body was flushed red, and her nipples were painfully rigid. She was in a zone, and I wondered where I fit into all this. I was soon to find out.

Silke came back to me and taking my hand led me to stand in front of Günter. I was wearing a tank top and loose shorts, and Günter started visibly when he actually saw me. Silke told Günter I was the tough, strong, mean military man who had almost killed him and his two friends. If he had anything to say at all before she unstrapped him, she would turn him loose and let me finish him off.

Günter turned ashen white as he looked at me. Knowing what I had done to him and two friends was still fresh in his mind as he was suddenly shaking with fright. I walked back around to see that his cock was not only flaccid, it was almost non-existent. Apparently his cock had better sense and was trying to crawl up inside him!

Silke grabbed my hand again and walked me back to where I stood just inches from Günter's face. She slipped my shorts down to my ankles and squatted in front of me. She moved my hands to my hips, and taking my cock in her hand, began to noisily suck and slurp away. Günter slowly closed his eyes, until Silke slapped his face sharply, and dared him to look away or close his eyes again.

She was quickly back to my cock, working it until I started getting hard. She would stop and admire her handiwork, slowly stroking me with both delicate hands. Then she would try her mightiest to swallow me deep. She did an admirable job though, taking a little more than half when I was fully hard.

She waved my cock at Günter, mocking him by telling him what a huge cock it was. Günter was wide awake now and I think my cock was scaring him. Silke suddenly rose and grabbed a blanket and spread it on the floor, and motioned me down on the floor. As soon as I was prone, she slowly straddled my face and then leaned over and rested her hands and face just inches from Günter's face.

I began to eat her with a relish, and she was already hot and juicy and it didn't take but a few seconds before she shrieked through her first orgasm. She talked quietly to Günter the whole time until she went off. She quickly jumped up and after running her finger through her dripping pussy, smeared the juice on Günter's face.

Silke leaned back and spread her pussy lips wide open, showing Günter how wet she was. She told him that was how a real man gave a woman an orgasm. Silke was getting so many years of pent up anger out now, and I just went along for the ride. She had me turn my body so she could straddle me and tell Günter how my cock felt as it stretched her pussy. She leaned back and with Günter's eyes now suddenly wide open, she took my cock in her hand and slowly began to work it into her pussy.

Even as wet and excited as she was, she still groaned in pain as she worked my cock deeper inside. She had to stop and rest a couple of times, but she would take more each try. After starting for the third time, she began a running narrative for Günter's benefit on how wide she was being stretched, and how it hurt but it also felt wonderful stretching her so wide open.

After rocking around some more, and a few strokes to her clit with a middle finger, she relaxed and took a deep breath and eased me to the bottom of her pussy. As I finally penetrated that last couple of inches, I bumped her cervix, making her jump and squeal. I understood some of what she said to Günter about me being so big she had to take some of my cock into her womb.

But Silke was a horny trooper with a mission to punish her old man. She began to slowly ease up and down, a couple of inches at a time, getting to the point she would take my cock halfway out only to plunge right back in. After she finally got tired thighs, she turned around on her knees and had me pound into her doggy style.

Günter got a close-up show when we moved right under his nose so he could see me sliding all the way up her pussy and pull most of it back out, only to plunge in again deeply. I plunged a bit too hard a couple of times, causing Silke to shriek suddenly. But she was a determined woman, and came back even harder.

She took longer this time to reach another orgasm, but when it finally hit, she wailed and cried, drooling and spitting, and grabbed a handful of blanket and bit a mouthful just for fun. A small pool of juice had had dripped from her and when I finally pulled out, it was clearly obvious on the floor. Silke wiped some juice from my cock and smeared it on Günter's face. He was beginning to get a bit crusty.

Silke's next trick was fun. She dashed over to a table and returned with a small jar that contained some lubricant. She went back to her knees and backed up directly under Günter's face and began to lubricate her asshole. She plunged first one, then two fingers in, wiggling them around and getting her hole slippery.

She raised up on her knees and reached out and lubed my cock slowly, like it was her favorite thing in the world to do. She handed me the lubrication and turned toward me so I could add some more. I started with two fingers, and she moaned and groaned. Then I slipped two fingers into her pussy as well and started finger fucking both holes while I pinched and rubbed her clit.

She planted her face flat on the floor, leaving her ass stuck high in the air. She rocked her ass, swearing and drooling until she went off again, moaning deeply into the blanket. She had hardly stopped breathing raggedly before I was easing my cock into her cute little butthole. Günter's face turned red and his eyes were wide open, unblinking. I doubt he ever thought he would see Silke getting a cock like mine pressed into her tiny little hole until inch by inch, the entire thing was swallowed to the hilt.

As I began to slowly stroke into her ass, Silke started a non-stop singsong to Günter about how huge my cock felt in her ass, how it hurt so bad but she liked it and it made her feel so wonderfully full, and several other things I didn't quite understand.

Once she felt adjusted to the whole thing inside her ass, she started to rock back against me. She had her head back down on the blanket again as I really picked up the speed. I leaned over and grabbed her arms and moved her hands to her ass. She took the hint and spread her butt cheeks wide open for me and Günter was looking right down to where my cock was plunging to the hilt into her asshole.

I have trimmed my pubic hair closely for quite a while, and the close fresh trim let Günter see that there was no slack. My cock was buried to the trimmed hair on my groin, fully in her ass. I drove into her ass hard now, letting it all go until I felt her shuddering and beginning to spasm. She was actually having an orgasm with just my cock pounding deep into her ass.

When I finally let go, I felt one strong blast after another and when the last little dregs of cum had been pushed out, I let my cock soften and slowly ease from Silke's asshole. She was stretched wider than before. As she rose to her arms, the cum began to slowly find its way from her asshole. Silke jumped up, threw one leg over Günter's head, and strained to push my cum from her still gaping hole.

When I looked down from watching Silke's degrading efforts, I noticed my cock had some brown mixed with the cum. The next batch that she pushed out was also stained brown, and ran down Günter's forehead and into his face, slowly dripping off his nose.

"Schlampe!" Günter suddenly shouted.

Silke turned and looked at him with her face flaming with anger. She pulled me toward her and wiped my cock with her hand, getting the brown stained lube and cum, and wiped it on Günter's face and across his lips. He lashed hard against the straps and spit. Silke lifted up again and ground her ass into what part of his face she could, smearing the dirty leakage around.

After that, she got the lubricant again, and getting right up to Günter's face, began to slowly stroke my cock in his face until I began to get hard. Once she was satisfied, she leaned down and grabbed his hair, and whispered maliciously into his ear (as best I can translate), "Now is your time to be the Schlampe (slut). My friend will use your ass until he fills it full of his manjuice." Günter chocked and sputtered.

Silke smiled the smile of a woman with a knife in hand just prior to a castration. She told Günter that no one would believe he was ever forced, especially when she showed them the picture marked by the Polizei.

Silke moved around to the back of the spielenbank and began to lubricate Günter's asshole. He cried and begged. When she winked at me, I moved around in front of Günter, still long stroking my cock to keep it rigidly hard.

"Wollen Sie meine schwanz in den arsch?"

It was my first words, and I spoke with a cold, ruthless tone of voice.

Günter tried to look away but his head wouldn't move enough. I slowly moved my cock to his nose and slid it around his face. He turned completely white, but was suddenly brought back to reality when Silke pushed three fingers into his ass.

He shrieked in pain, trying in vain to squeeze his ass closed, making the pain worse in the process. I moved back to Silke and watched as she really reamed his asshole. As I looked around, I saw another broken wooden handle slightly smaller than my cock. I winked at her and lubed the handle. Silke began to talk as if she was talking to me, saying she would get my cock ready so I could fuck Günter's ass.

Günter's cock and balls had really shrunk now, and he was screaming one minute and begging Silke not to make me fuck his ass. He offered her money, offered her his balls, he offered her his mother's house and a new car. He begged for her not to let me put my cock in his ass.

Silke finally got the handle ready, and told Günter to quit whining and be a man. We both stifled giggles over that. She finally said too late for him, and I walked up behind him. I turned slightly to one side as Silke began to ease the tip of the handle in his ass. He yelped and squirmed but she just rode with his vain efforts and gradually worked the first inch into his ass. He swore and cried. Silke kept up a steady pressure until she had pushed about 6" inches into him.

I hadn't noticed until I glanced down past the handle, that he had a screaming hard-on. Günter was positively rigid and from the look on Silke's face as I pointed, bigger than he had ever been. While this wasn't saying that much, Silke was slightly impressed. She slowly began to stroke the handle into Günter's ass as he yelped.

Silke looked at me with a leer, and suddenly reached underneath and gripped Günter's cock with her slippery hand. In three strokes his tune changed to moaning and groaning in pleasure. Silke worked the handle deeply into his ass while slowly stroking his cock. After two or three minutes, Günter suddenly exploded into Silke's hand, unleashing spurt after copious spurt of cum, straining hard against the straps, while jerking up and down and gasping for breath.

She let the handle slowly slip from Günter's asshole, which didn't gape like Silke's but had a distended opening nonetheless. Günter was panting harshly and drool leaked from his lips. Silke walked up to his face again and told him he could have had that kind of fun if he wasn't such an asshole. But she would never do that for him again, and she was not going to be his little plaything strapped to the spielenbank again.

Günter cried and tried to beg some more, but to no avail. Silke motioned me over and she curled a naked leg around mine, and slowly ground her crotch into my leg, leaving a streak of juice from her pussy. I reached down and pushed two fingers gently into her ass. She responded by playing with my cock.

Silke told Günter she knew what she wanted in a man now, and she was saying good bye to him, and also to me, her strong, American military warrior with the huge cock. She partially raised the ski mask and kissed me deeply until she reluctantly pulled away. She also slowly slid my fingers from her ass, sighing with disappointment.

I pulled Silke to the side and told her I would make Günter think I had left but would be close by. She wouldn't see me. She could unstrap Günter, make him pick up their things, and leave. I would make sure they got back to the house safely. She smiled and kissed me again, me long and hard.

I slipped my shirt and shorts back on, and got into Günter's face. I stared into his eyes as Silke told him I would be watching him. She told Günter I was as silent as the clouds, and a shadow in the night. She told him to be glad I hadn't killed him the night he and his friends ambushed me. She told him I had promised her I would rip his cock off and feed it to him if he ever touched her again. He cringed and went ashen all over again. I kissed Silke once more, and after tossing the ski mask, disappeared.

She dressed, got Günter unstrapped and they picked their things up and left. They spoke not a word. I followed them to their house and watched as the lights came on in a couple of rooms upstairs. I went back to the barn, and took the spielenbank and carried it back to the apartment. I adjusted the legs so it looked like a construction saw horse and threw a piece of old tarp over it, leaving it in an alcove with some pieces of scaffold and things I would bring it back out for a neighbor later on.