Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

"Elizabeth," Ruth said softly, taking the girl's hand in her own. "Please let me be with Kurt for awhile – all by myself? I want to very much and then… well, we can all be together. Please?"

Elizabeth looked at Ruth with hurt eyes, but she nodded her head in agreement. She moved toward her own bed, slowly, and got into it. She lay flat on her back and stared up at the ceiling.

Ruth was angry with herself for being so selfish, remembering that Kurt was the first man for Elizabeth also, then told herself that she indeed had every right to him first because she had spent most of her time looking after Elizabeth for a couple of years. "Oh, Kurt, do you think I'm selfish? Wanting you all to myself for a little while?" Ruth asked.

"Ha," he laughed, then moved her off him and moved himself on top of her. "Yes. Selfish as all hell. So you have to pay for it!" He laughed again before he covered her mouth with his.

Ruth accepted his kiss willingly. She moved her lips apart and accepted his tongue in her mouth, working at it with her own, then sucking and massaging with all her strength. She felt his prick growing hard on her stomach and she wiggled under him. He kissed harder in appreciation and shoved his tongue into her throat. His strong sure hands played over her body, from her shoulders to her waist and then to her buttocks. He took her soft buttocks in to his hands and squeezed them as he forced his tongue deep into her throat.

Ruth moved her small hands over his head, his back and to his buttocks. She marveled at the familiarity of him after so long a time. Her body was on fire where he touched her – on her mouth and her stomach where his rapidly hardening and lengthening prick seemed to burn right through her.

Kurt stopped kissing her mouth and moved his hot searching tongue to her breasts. He kissed one nipple gently, then played about it with his tongue. Ruth's body heaved up to accept him. He bit tentatively at her hardening nipples, then smiled up into her face: "Delicious," he murmured, then went back to his business of kissing and sucking and drawing her body fire to her breasts.

"Oh! Oh… ooh, God, Kurt," Ruth cried, twisting and heaving under his busy mouth.

"How I've dreamed of this, Ruth," Kurt whispered to her now erect nipples, then bit each of them hard to emphasize his words.

"Oh! OH…" Ruth cried softly, then slid her hands down the length of his hard muscled body and then over his buttocks and under his stomach and took his long, hard prick in her hands. She held his burning rod in her clasp as he continued to kiss and suck and tear gently at her breasts. She felt his balls and put her palms on his hard, flat stomach, then ran her hand down the length of his rod and just for meanness dug her nails into the root of his prick.

"Aiiee…" he screamed, then bit down hard on her nipple.

They both laughed. Then Kurt looked at her very seriously. "You hurt it. If you don't kiss it, it'll start crying," he said. Not waiting for an answer he rolled over on his back. His long, white, hard prick stood straight up from his body. Ruth looked at it, then gasped. She had forgotten just how well endowed he really was. She hesitated but he lifted her gently and guided her mouth to the purple head of his hardened cock.

Ruth took the head of it into her mouth. It was so hot and throbbed so eagerly that it almost burned. She sucked gently on the head of it which completely filled her mouth. Kurt moved his hands over her back and moaned with pleasure. He then forced her head down and down until his hard, hot throbbing cock was sunk deep in her throat. He moved his hips up and pressed down gently on the back of her head.

Ruth's mouth and throat were crammed full of him and his hardness throbbed in her throat. She felt him move her hips up until she was resting on her knees with her warm, moist little cunt wavering over his face. She thought she would faint from the pleasure – that of the outward pressure of his thumbs on her cuntal lips, until she felt his hot, probing tongue touch the smooth sensitive flesh of her pulsating little cunt. "Ah… oh… ooh," she moaned around his hard prick as he penetrated her fully with his tongue, driving the hard wetness of it deep into her.

Kurt bit and sucked at her cuntal lips, causing desire to peak immediately. He probed at her clitoris until it became stiff and hard to his tongue, then moved her pink softness apart and took it between his teeth. Ruth's small body shuddered and quaked with every caress. He felt his balls tighten in readiness for their own explosion. He kissed her sweet cunt and bit and sucked and felt the joyous pleasure of her mouth tight around his prick.

Ruth hoped that she wouldn't burn up with desire. His kissing and probing and biting her was driving her to the limits of her ability. She felt his prick harden slightly and the throb there became more insistent. She quickened her motions up and down the long pole and sucked and worked hard on the head of it each time her tongue found its way there. Then she knew she was ready to cum, she couldn't help it, it was there, tearing at her insides, the fires stoked and fanned by Kurt's knowledgeable kissing and licking and sucking.

"Uh… ugh… Oooh," she moaned as Kurt thrust himself up and deep into her throat and she broke inside and came again and again as he sucked and kissed. She felt his semen bursting forth from him and accepted the constant river of hot liquid cascading down her desperately swallowing throat a she increased her motions up and down and sucked hard so that he would do the same for her.

Both of them were reluctant to desist even though both of them had been temporarily satisfied. His hard prick rested inside her mouth and she sucked at it slowly, moving over the length of it with ease; he continued to kiss and suck and nibble at her cuntal lips. Both of them quit at the same time and Kurt guided Ruth back to him, alongside him, and held her in his arms.

"Doesn't that ever get tired?" she laughed pointing at his still hardened prick that stood straight and tall over his body.

"Ha, ha!" Kurt laughed, "It hasn't been this way since I last saw you, Ruth," he paused then, "It'll take a lot of work to tire that to limpness." He turned sideways and pressed his hard prick into her stomach. "Lift your leg, baby," he ordered her. With a grin of anticipation on her face Ruth did as she was told.

Kurt guided the head of his prick to her open cunt and then pulled Ruth's hips around until he was able to fit the head of it inside her tight pink slit. "Aaaaah…" he gurgled pleasurably, then kissed her soft lips gently.

Ruth liked the feel of the huge spongy prick head inside her cuntal lips. She squeezed it tight inside her, ignoring the slight pain that it caused her. She felt that she had never in her life been happier than now, holding Kurt securely in her arms and feeling the pressure of his mouth on hers, his tongue probing gently into her mouth as she clamped the large hardness of his prick just inside her cunt. She could have remained like that forever, she thought, but she was not to have the opportunity.

Kurt couldn't take it. He had not lied to Ruth. Of all the girls he had fucked, of all those virgins he had split apart and pounded into, she was the one that he always dreamed about in the colds of Russia. He had watched a large Russian peasant woman, large hipped with ponderous breasts, run a bayonet through four fallen soldiers. He had watched dispassionately, wishing he could think of a way to shove his large prick into the warmth of her, all the way in until it came out her throat. Then the idea had revolted him. Looking at her had made him think of Ruth, of her young body, and he had closed his eyes and ground his teeth together from the desire for her. Now he was here – inserted inside her. He wanted to be gentle yet he wanted to be feeling her fire deep inside her, to stroke at her very heart with his prick.