Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

Kurt remembered his manners and withdrew his mouth from Ruth's and clamped it onto Elizabeth's. Ruth was furious. She moved her hand under his stomach and grabbed his penis and dug her fingernails into it. Kurt cried out in alarm and raised his head abruptly from Elizabeth's mouth and with a playful growl bit into Ruth's pert soft breast. Then she cried out. He did the same thing to Elizabeth and then the three of them laughed.

Ruth ordered him to turn over on his back. He did so, eagerly, and she kissed him soundly on the month, playing her tongue between his soft, wet lips and on into his mouth. He bit at it tenderly and teasingly, and moved her away from him and said to the two of them: "I'm really as new at this as you are, but let's try to have a good time without the Direktor to bother us." They both agreed to his suggestion. With his hands, he directed Elizabeth's mouth down to his hardening cock and sighed with mewing sounds when her warm soft lips closed over the smooth, rubbery head of his prick. He moved Ruth with his hands until her soft white buttocks were just above his face, he parted the sparse young pubic hair with his thumbs then he sunk his tongue into the soft pink folds of her cuntal lips.

Ruth loved the sensation. His tongue probed as deeply into her as it could, playing with her clitoris, causing the heat of passion to build rapidly and firmly within her young body. She clasped his head with her hands and pulled his face flat against her suddenly throbbing vagina and he shoved in with all his strength as she sucked his tongue deep within her with the walls of her vagina. But she wanted more to do. She had so much unused energy inside that had all been started building up by Kurt that she could not simply ride high on his face and give succor to his hot searching mouth and tongue. His nibbling and biting at the lips of her cunt were driving her crazy. She made Elizabeth turn about so that his buttocks were facing her mouth and she did the same. She wrapped her arms around the soft inner thighs of Elizabeth and pulled her hips upwards. Ruth then worked her tongue into the soft hot folds of Elizabeth's tight, now moistened cunt. Kurt was in seventh heaven. He had never known anything about a girl except for standing at the end of a table and ramming into her with his hard prick. He found this delightful. He could feel the softness of Elizabeth's lips and the moisture of her mouth travel the length of his prick, then start the reverse procedure and finally a hard, sensuous sucking on the warm throbbing head of his hardness. And his own tongue seemed to be probing the depths of soft clouds. He rammed his muscled tongue into the tight opening, took the hanging clitoris with his teeth, and Ruth shoved down upon him with all her might. He moved his tongue in and out of her and appreciated the increased grinding of her soft, smooth buttocks down on his face, so he increased his motions.

He knew that she was getting ready to explode around his tongue, to spew her warmth into his waiting and searching mouth. He was right. Ruth was suddenly at a pace she remembered Frau Moelar bringing her to and spreading her thighs as wide as she could, she pressed herself onto Kurt. She dug her teeth into the lips of Elizabeth's soft, squirming cunt and rammed her tongue in full force. Suddenly they were all together, all exploding into each other, their fires brimming outward and over their own beings onto each other.

Ruth fell off Kurt, exhausted, and lay alongside him. Elizabeth lay on the other side of him and sighed with pleasure spent. The three were content with themselves and their own ingenuity.

But, without warning, their desires washed over them anew and Ruth suddenly found herself under Kurt's wonderful muscular body and her tight clinging pussy was trying desperately to accommodate the thick hardness of him. It was painful to her at first, then it began to travel deep into her and the walls of her cunt accepted it fully and sucked it deep down to the bottom depths of her belly. She felt the slow withdrawal, so unlike the time it had been in her before on the operating table, and she rose up in fear that it would escape completely and sucked it back into her and tried by force to keep the wonderful instrument of pleasure deep inside her. But, it was not to be. Kurt eased his pulsating prick into her tight little vagina and pushed down gently and then withdrew it and felt her clasping with all the inner muscles of her soft clinging pussy, then he started back in and eased it slowly in half-way, permitting her to suck him into her again, then impatiently abandoned that idea and rammed his hardness all the way into her.

Kurt felt the soft hands of Elizabeth on his legs and then his balls as he fucked away at Ruth. He reached behind him with his hand and gently pushed her head back to his buttocks and she tentatively kissed his back, soft sucking kisses, then nibbled at his thighs and then her mouth sought his rectum and he felt her hot tongue probe into him, gently yet forcefully opening the tight rubbery tissue until it was there. "Ah… aaah," he groaned. He let a low moan of pure joy escape his lips, then jammed and rocked hard down into Ruth's hungry, throbbing cunt. She bit at his neck and his shoulders and her soft hands pulled his mouth to hers.

Kurt exploded deep within her and was proud that he had caused her to cum at the same time. Then he lay exhausted on top of her, his hard prick still held firmly within her tight little cunt, and enjoyed the probing of his rectum by Elizabeth's tongue.

Kurt felt as though he could remain here, just as he was forever. But such was not to be the case. He was preparing himself to withdraw from Ruth and give Elizabeth her share of him when he heard a strange noise. So did the girls. They were all alert at once, listening intensely to the wailing sirens, ones they had never heard before. They bounded out of bed and the three of them raced to the window. Lights were sweeping the compound. They clutched at each other in the terror of knowing that the lights were for Kurt.

He dressed with trembling hands, three sets of them, and slipped out of the door. He turned the comer of their cottage and disappeared from their sight.

Kurt was caught that night and the following morning he was shipped out to a staging station from which he departed to the Eastern Front.

Ruth and Elizabeth spent the remainder of the night clutched in each others arms, terror raping their minds as violently as their young bodies had been raped shortly after their arrival. They cried themselves to sleep and the following morning each of them refused to speak what was on their minds. They simply looked at each other knowing that Kurt had been caught and that he was gone forever. He had been, for each girl, her only hope of some kind of spiritual salvation from the horrors they knew were certain to come.

Nurse Hilde was strongly suspicious of where her shy young friend had hidden himself until the time of his capture, but she was unable to prove her suspected knowledge. She was called into the office of the Direktor and demoted on the spot for having been in a forbidden area. She was also assigned another undesirable task: she was to accompany a group of the girls to the border of Hungary and there to oversee the "Hygienic Recreation" of the returning troops. She made sure that Ruth's and Elizabeth's names were on the order list. She had vengeful plans of her own for those two.

Ruth looked at herself in the mirror in the cottage and then called Elizabeth's attention to the fact that she was looking years older than her sixteen years would indicate, then turned in startled surprise and informed the crying girl that she was to be seventeen the following day. That cheered Elizabeth somewhat until she remembered where she was and that a party of any type was out of the question. As a matter of fact, not only Ruth looked much older than her years would indicate but fair Elizabeth seemed to be aging at a rapid pace. Her heretofore smooth and wide brow was becoming somewhat furrowed with the beginning of worry lines.