Share Our Sluts
By
Cindy May
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Copyright 2011 Cindy May
German girl Elsa got pregnant to trap her USAF boyfriend into marriage, but this folded and Elsa now works as a prostitute at a Nevada brothel, and runs a porn site on the web. When that gets out, her life disintegrates. In England, Rosie is the gangbang girl for her boyfriend and his mates. Fates throw the women together. Steamy romance, group sex, striptease, brothel sex and porn! Adult Content.
******
Holding the revolver in his right hand, Joel unfastened his pants. As he did so, a long coal-black cock appeared in view. It was far larger than anything she had ever seen and she felt sick with fear.
‘Relax baby, you’ll enjoy having a real cock up you.’
Elsa had not moved. Joel snapped.
‘Get over here, you stupid bitch.’
Elsa did as he said.
‘Down on your knees and suck me.’
‘I can’t. You’re too big.’
‘Traci can and she’s a hell of a sight smaller than you, but if you’re gonna be silly, then I could stick this up you. A bit messy though, baby.’
Joel waved the .38 in her face. Elsa decided that she could indeed suck his cock.
******
She was off duty on what was in theory ‘her’ time, but as she needed to fuck at least another two men to meet her quota, it would be lunacy to ignore it. She sat up in bed, looked for her high heels and slipped into them. Although she would need to touch up her make-up, clothes were not a problem as the girls lined up topless. The only garment they needed was a g-string and that could be open crotch.
In less than three minutes from the buzzer starting Elsa was ready to go to the parlor and join the line up. Three girls were already taking johns in their pussies. Four other girls had been in the parlor, talking anything but ‘shop’ as that was frowned upon as bad manners. Another five girls arrived, three of them after Elsa. There was one empty room and one girl seemingly decided not to attend during her off time. Two of the girls who were already engaged were the stars of ‘Pretty Pussies’, so at least they were not competition.
******
As he looked down at her, it was impossible to believe that Elsa was now forty. A woman ten years her junior would have envied her flawless complexion. Her tongue was still outstretched but she had guided his cum into her mouth. She took his helmet into her mouth, ejected it and swallowed it again, keeping his sperm in her mouth the whole time.
As she did so, she was staring up at him, and he realised that her brown eyes, which were so unusual for a German girl, were pools of love. She closed her mouth, opened it again and gargled with his cum before closing her mouth and swallowing. She opened her mouth to show that she had swallowed all his goodness, and to his delight, took his cock back in her mouth, swallowing it all the way to his groin.
******
Heidi crouched down by the side of the ‘Rustbucket’, glad it was screening her from passing autos. She took the guy’s cock in her hand and peeled the foreskin back. To her dismay the guy clearly did not wash all that often, as his cock stank like hell and was splotched with white fatty debris. She knew it was called smegma and that it was not an STD but the debris from skin cells that had gone fatty and been sloughed off, and secretions from glands in the guy’s cock.
It wasn’t harmful, but it sure wasn’t pleasant. She felt a hand on the back of her head pushing her forward so that her lips touched his helmet. It tasted like yuck, but if she wanted a tow back to Pahrump, that was the price. She slipped the helmet between her lips and bobbed her head up and down.
Heidi had sucked five cocks at her Sorority initiation and had gone down on a couple of boyfriends but was by no means an experienced cocksucker.
Copyright 2011 (C) The Moral Right of the author has been asserted. All Rights Reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters Places, and Incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Places are fictitious. To the best of my knowledge there is no Belinda’s nightclub in Cheltenham, Pretty Pussies cathouse in Nevada or ‘Share Our Sluts’ website. Any resemblance to any businesses of those names is sheer coincidence.
Author's note: Explicit scenes in this work of fiction are confined to characters who are 18 years of age or above.
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A Cotcote Chronicles Story
Share Our Sluts
By
Cindy May
Chapter 1
Elsa Dietrich had been born in 1971 at Bitburg in West Germany, a small town that was about fifteen miles from the frontier with the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg. It was the height of the Cold War and the skies over Bitburg echoed to the sound of General Electric J79 turbojets belonging to the McDonnell-Douglas F4 Phantoms flying out of the nearby USAF Bitburg AB.
Elsa’s father, Horst Dietrich who had been born in the year that Adolf Hitler came to power, was an electrical engineer who was employed at Bitburg AB, which was home to the USAF 36th Tactical Fighter Wing. By the 1980s, the Phantoms had gone, their replacements at Bitburg being the legendary McDonnell-Douglas F15 Eagle.
Horst Dietrich was by then a senior electrical engineer at the base, looking after domestic and non-military installations. It meant his family had access to the base. In the summer of 1989, Elsa Dietrich met Airman First Class Antonio J Gugliotta who was one of the USAFE ground maintenance guys. It was at a dance and Elsa was eighteen years old, 160 cms tall, slender, and unlike most German frauleins, dark haired and brown eyed.
It was summer, and when the dance still had hours to run, Elsa asked her new American friend to take her outside for some fresh air, as it was so hot. She led him to a local park where there were plenty of bushes. Soon she was hugging him passionately. Toni spoke very little German, but from contact with some of the whores who worked on the notorious Reeperbahn in Hamburg during a riotous 48-hour pass, he knew that Spatz and Susser were terms of endearment.
Elsa clearly thought the world of her new American boyfriend, and to Toni’s delight, reached out with one hand to play with what she called his Schwanz. That was another word he knew from the Reeperbahn. It meant cock. As Elsa was giving him sloppy kisses, and engaging in a tongue fight with him, she told him in a sexy voice that he was her Bärchen, her ‘Little Bear.’
She was also struggling with his pants, and when they were pushed down round his knees, things got a lot better. She ran her hand around the shaft and played with his balls, caressing them with her fingernails in a way that had his senses reeling.
Toni was wondering whether to chance his luck and ask her to suck his cock when she crouched down and placed a wet kiss on his foreskin. She enveloped the foreskin with her lips and teeth and carefully pulled it back to expose the glans or helmet shaped ending to his cock.
Using her lips she uncovered the whole of his helmet and then flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock paying particular attention to the slit at the end where he pissed from and where he shot his load when he was fucking some slut. She used her tongue to caress the narrow strip of skin on the underside of his cock with its myriad of nerves.
Toni soon he realised that this Hun slut he had only just met that evening was going all out to bring him off. He gripped her head so that she could not pull away, and after a couple of minutes he felt the semen exploding out of his balls. The slut made no effort to pull away, swallowing every drop with apparent pleasure.
When he had finally gotten his high school sweetheart, whom he had known for four years, to go down on him, she had protested against taking him all the way, and when she reluctantly agreed to do so, spat his cum out, saying it tasted foul. Elsa was a much more sensible girl.
She offered him a cum flavoured mouth to kiss, and the German teen and the young US airman cuddled one another for the next hour until Elsa judged rightly that he was ready to go again. She smiled at him and unzipped her black mini dress. To his pleasure she was not wearing a bra, and when he reached out to slide her panties down, there was no silly opposition from her.
With a naked pussy in full view, Toni reached out and ran his hand through her thick black pussy bush, rolling the hair between his fingers before caressing her cunt lips with his index finger. He teased her hooded clit at the top of her pussy slit. As he did so, she was writhing about, and her pussy started to gush fluid.
Ach, das ist gut.’
Elsa was lying on her back on the grass. Using the mixture of English and German that they needed to communicate in, she whispered.
‘Fick me Toni.’
As she spoke, she caressed his cock with her hand and stuck her tongue out seeking another randy kiss. With the sexy French kiss and the tender treatment of his cock, Toni was soon rock hard and climbed between her legs to fuck her in the missionary position. The fact that they were doing it in a public park, albeit behind some convenient bushes, added to the excitement.
Toni supported himself on his knees and one hand, using the other hand to line up his cock. To his delight Elsa was a practical girl with no stupid hang-ups, and used her hands to drag her pussy lips apart to assist in penetrating her. Within a few seconds, Toni was ramming his cock in and out of her cunt at a furious pace.
She had been wet when he had played with her, but soon she was writhing about beneath him, her cunt a fluid mess as his cock slammed in and out. She clearly wanted to make it good for him, as she started to run her finger nails up and down his back, from his shoulders to his bum crack.
She was tossing her head from side to side, moaning with lust. In fact she was so noisy that Toni was worried in case someone heard her and came over to investigate. Suddenly she gasped out
‘Ach ich liebe dich!’
‘What does that mean, Elsa?’
‘Sorry, mein schatz, it means “I love you” and I do. You are so different to German men, so much more loving and passionate, not a mechanical man.’
With his Italian ancestry, Toni prided himself on his ability to score with women. Thinking of the newsreels of the unsmiling automata of Nazi Germany, he could imagine how boring a guy who goose-stepped his way to a girl’s pussy must be.
Even with State breeding farms for the SS, where suitable girls were sent voluntarily, or otherwise, to copulate with racially pure Aryans, the Nazi plan to increase the birth rate of the Master Race had been a dismal failure. That spoke volumes in his opinion.
Toni recalled reading that the Italian army, which ran mobile field brothels in North Africa, had the exact opposite problem. Keeping the girls from getting knocked up was the difficulty.
Toni recalled that the mobile brothels even served a military purpose, and a senior Italian officer had intentionally abandoned one in the track of the advancing Allied Forces. The energetic ‘rearguard’ action put up by the girls when their positions were overrun by the Allies had cost no lives, but had bought valuable time for the hard pressed Italian divisions.
Toni decided that a little Italian charm, albeit second hand via several generations in America, would lubricate the path of international sex, if not of international love.
‘Cara Mia, you are so lovely.’
Soon Elsa was ramming her cunt up to meet his strokes. He realised he would either have to pull out or cum in her.
‘Cara Mia, is it all right to cum in you or should I pull out.’
‘Is all right to cum, Mein Leibe, I am on pill. There is no risk.’
If she had been a whore on the Reeperbahn, Toni would have bagged up to protect himself from disease, but Bitburg, with a population of about 12,000 people, was well away from the big city whores, and the girl was on the pill.
Excited by the thought of unloading in some slut on the night he had met her, Toni felt his cum exploding into her wet pussy. Predictably as he came she clamped her legs round him driving his cock into her even more deeply than ever and calling out.
‘Ach Ich liebe dich!’
Toni had initially regarded her as a one-night stand, but it was clear that Elsa would let him do anything he wanted. He summoned up such German as he could to produce a sentence to indicate what he would like to do.
‘Ich arsch ficken’
It was not good German, but it was understandable. She kissed him on the lips, gave a sexy waggle of her butt and said.
‘Next time, mein Kuschelbär.’
With her bum on offer, a second date was not something to pass up. Again it was a hot evening but Elsa knew somewhere they could go to. She was wearing the same dress as before and within five minutes of them retiring into the bushes the dress was fully unzipped. As she wriggled out of it, Toni was pleased to see that she had not bothered with a bra, but that was no surprise.
What came as a treat was that she had forgotten to put any panties on, so when the dress went, Elsa was naked. Toni soon divested himself of clothing and she said firmly.
‘Lie on ground, my Spatz.’
‘What does Spatz mean, Elsa?’
‘Is plump little brown-grey bird mit short beak. I know not English name.’
A couple of questions and Toni had decided it was probably a sparrow, and when a German fraulein called you her sparrow it was a term of endearment. By now, Toni had more pressing matters on his mind relating to his schwanz, which Elsa was sucking enthusiastically.
‘Elsa, Ich arsch ficken.’
He had omitted a couple of words, but the sense was there.
‘Ja, Ja.’
She sat up.
‘First fick my pussy to get you wet, then you fick arsch.’
Although Elsa’s English was only moderate, and Toni’s German was far weaker, the couple were having no difficulty in communicating over important matters.
Elsa went on all fours so that Toni could fuck her doggy style and once he had slicked his cock with her vaginal secretions, it would make it easier to penetrate her arse. After a couple of minutes she murmured in a mixture of English and German.
‘My arsch, Ja, you want?’
Toni realised that he had just been given the go-ahead for something he had longed to do ever since he had read about it in porno mags and seen it at an adult cinema. He pressed his wet cock against her anal ring, but it slithered up her bum crack. He tried again and it deflected down towards her pussy. His first two attempts had not been very successful.
He was worried that she would be contemptuous of him, but she put her hand underneath her tummy to help guide him into her arse and within a couple of minutes he was sliding back and forth in her.
‘My Spatz, I love it when you fick my arsch, but can you komm in my cunt. That I would much like.’
Toni would have liked to unload in her arse, but she was the first girl ever to allow him to fuck her ass, so one good turn deserved another. Toni slipped his cock into her wet cunt and unloaded in her. Soon it became a custom, that she would blow him, and then he would fuck her cunt, transfer to her arse, and finally unload in her wet cunt.
A 48-hour leave took the couple to the popular resort of Cuxhaven in Lower Saxony and to their first chance to share a bed at the cheap hotel they booked into for two nights. By now Toni had picked up sufficient German to understand the most important things that Elsa was saying to him such as schwanz, arsch, or fikken.
The couple spent much of Toni’s brief leave in bed rather than on the beach, and Elsa had a naughty suggestion to make. Toni had recently bought a Praktica MTL3 35mm SLR camera and an electronic flash gun, and was keen to try them out. On the first day of their leave, as Elsa was checking her bikini in their bedroom, he pointed the camera at her and said, ‘click’.
She giggled and turned at an angle so she was looking over her shoulder and said.
‘Go on, take it properly, mein leibe.’
Toni fitted the flashgun to the shoe on top of the camera and turned the speed dial to the flash setting.
‘OK, hold it.’
Flash.
‘Put your hands on your hips babe, OK.’
Flash.
‘Put your left hand on your bum.’
Flash. After about twenty standard poses, Toni decided to be a bit naughty.
‘How about slipping your shoulder strap off, Elsa?’
Elsa complied.
Flash.
‘That was great, baby.’
Elsa looked at her boyfriend with a sexy expression.
‘Do you want I should do a bit more, Susser?’
‘What do you have in mind?
Elsa arched her back, and put her hands to her bra fastening and unclipped it.
‘How do you like that?’
Flash.
She dropped the bra from her boobs.
‘Go on then, take the photo.’
‘You sure?’
‘Ja.’
Flash.
She put her hands to her breasts so that her fingers were just below her nipples whilst her thumbs were just above them.
Flash.
She turned towards Toni, slipped her fingers inside her bottoms and eased them down, so that the top of her dark pussy bush was in view.
Flash.
She pushed the panties down to near her knees, and held them with one hand.
Flash.
She discarded her panties and put one leg on the chair, opening her crotch nicely for the camera.
Flash.
She lay on the bed holding her legs open.
Flash.
In all Toni shot four 36-exposure roles of film of his sexy girlfriend over his 48-hour leave, but the problem was that the ordinary photo processing houses would have a fit if they were sent photos of a naked woman.
Fortunately Toni knew the Master Sergeant in charge of the processing lab on the Air Base, and in return for allowing the sergeant to print off a set of prints of the naked Elsa for him to drool over, he was able to get the photos printed.
As Toni got to know her better, he discovered how much she despised the mechanical German men, and that she had no use for Frenchmen. It was a flattering thought that Elsa regarded her American boyfriend as a wonderful lover.
With cunt and arse available free, as Elsa was not a gold digger demanding expensive presents, as some of the other US airmen ruefully commented about their German girlfriends, Toni was in clover. To jeopardise free pussy and free glamour pix by fucking around with other local girls would have been dumb.
As summer gave way to autumn, sex outdoors became less enjoyable. Toni could not take her to his USAF quarters for obvious reasons, bur Elsa proved to be resourceful, finding an obliging friend who would rent them a spare room for a few Deutschemark each week.
In February 1990, seven months after their first meeting, Toni arrived at their ‘flat’ and Elsa let him in. She looked nervous, and when he asked what was the matter, she burst into tears.
‘My Spatz, I think you will be angry with your Elsa. Somehow and I cannot explain it, I am pregnant.’
‘What? You told me you were on the pill!’
‘Ja, I am on the pill. When we were on holiday at Cuxhaven you must have seen me.’
‘Yeah, sure. I remember you getting the packet out of your bag and popping it out of the foil ‘
‘Ja, every morning at the same time I do this, so I can never forget.’
Toni recalled that even if they were kissing or cuddling, Elsa had broken off what they were doing for the ritual of the pill.
‘You must have forgotten it once, Elsa.’
‘Nein, I never forget.’
Given how meticulous Elsa was over everything she did, it seemed unlikely that she would make a mistake. If ever someone displayed Deutsche ‘Gründlichkeit’, which was the art of being thorough as Elsa translated it, she did.
‘Do you want to have an abortion Elsa?’
‘Nein. I think abortion is wrong. In any case the baby is now beyond the time for legal abortion.’
Toni Gugliotta was Catholic, which was common with the children of Italian Americans, even after several generations in the States. He did not have the same repugnance towards abortion that his mama and papa both shared, or the religious denial of abortion under any circumstances that the Catholic Church proclaimed.
Even though it would be convenient way to solve the problem, he was uneasy about abortion, but Elsa was against it on moral grounds, and in any case the permitted time was now past. Elsa burst into tears.
‘I suppose you do not want me any more, Toni? You will go back to America and leave me with the baby.’
Toni looked at a newly vulnerable and sobbing Elsa. Instead of the confident and at times bossy girl he had gone with for six months, she was vulnerable and tear streaked. He put his hand on her shoulder.
‘I think we had better see about getting married Elsa.’
‘My Schatz – my treasure, you are not going to abandon me?’
Toni shrugged his shoulders.
‘It wouldn’t be right, and I love you, Elsa.’
‘Du machst mich so glücklich!’
‘What?’
‘Sorry, Toni, You make me so happy!’
Toni Gugliotta and Elsa Dietrich were married a month later, by which time there was a distinct bump in the bride’s waistline.
Although it was a mystery to Toni how Elsa’s pills had failed to work, Elsa could have told him. When she had spoken of popping the tablet out of the foil every morning she was being truthful to Toni, but what she did not say was that she dropped the tablet down the toilet bowl every day. Elsa was not a gold digger, and had never fleeced Toni for money. She had a quite different plan in mind.
Marriage and America featured in her plans, and if Toni had not fallen for her charms promptly, the prospect of a little one should solve the problem. She had picked up the idea from her older sister Trudi who had managed to bag a lieutenant from Spangdahlem AB two years previously.
Had Toni not been an honourable man and stood by his girlfriend who had unaccountably fallen pregnant, Elsa would have spoken to her father. As the senior German electrical engineer working on the base, and as a member of the town council, he had been presented to President Reagan during the controversial 1985 presidential visit to Bitburg. He was also well known to the base commander.
The base commander had strong views about irresponsible US airmen who got local girls into trouble and then left them in the lurch. Firstly, it was not an honourable thing to do. Secondly it reflected badly on the image of the United States Air Force.
An airman who broke the code knew he would not be popular and the base commander was adept at finding ways to make life unpleasant for an airman who brought discredit on the USAF. The airman would be likely to pick up a string of disciplinary charges for all sorts of technicalities, and maybe a posting to somewhere real nice, such as the Aleutians.
Chapter 2
A year later in the spring of 1992, Staff Sergeant Antonio Gugliotta rotated back to the Continental United States. He was posted to Nellis AFB, a few miles northeast of Las Vegas, Nevada, to maintain F15s. It was one of the busiest air bases in the USAF, as Nellis was also home to the USAF Fighter Weapons School. This was the Air Force equivalent of the Navy Fighter Weapons School at Miramar, which had been made famous in the film Top Gun
Tom Gugliotta was pleased to be at Nellis. Although a posting to USAFE did not carry the same weight for the ground crews as it did for the fighter ‘jocks’ who drove the F15s and eyeballed their potential Soviet adversaries in their MiGs, it was not a bad entry to have on a service record.
The two postings, Bitburg and Nellis, suggested a promotion might be in the offing, and a few months later Toni Gugliotta made E-6 Technical Sergeant. Elsa had realised that Toni was ambitious and had hopes of gaining a commission. The idea of being an ‘offizier’s frau’ appealed to her.
Fortunately Toni seemed to be devoted to their small daughter Heidi, and to have no idea that Elsa had been dumping her contraceptive tablets in the toilet, or that becoming pregnant had been part of her plan to marry an ambitious US serviceman and relocate to the States.
In the few months of their married life in Germany the rolls of film that had been taken of Elsa had continued to mount. They now amounted to several hundred views, all of which had been unofficially processed in the base photo center in return for a duplicate set of views for the sergeant in charge.
The sergeant felt he knew Elsa’s body almost as well as her husband did. He had also sold quite a number of prints of the naked German girl to his buddies, but neither Toni nor Elsa were aware of this. The sergeant was genuinely sorry to hear of Toni’s posting to Nellis.
Once Toni and Elsa had gotten settled in and had bought a second hand 1978 Chrysler Newport to tide them over until they could afford a better auto, they resumed their sexy activities. In Saxony, most of the nude photos of Elsa had been taken indoors. In the crowded conditions of Western Europe, towns, villages and houses were seldom out of sight, so the opportunity for nude photos outdoors had been limited.
Weather was another factor, as the climate of Northern Germany was not conducive to outdoor photography in winter, unless you were hoping to catch pneumonia. Even in summer, it could be cold, but that was not a factor in Nevada.
In West Germany, there were 63m people crammed into an area of 95,976 square miles. In Nevada, less than 3m people lived in 110,000 square miles of rugged terrain. As two thirds of them lived in the Las Vegas Metropolitan area, which included Nellis, there was lots of room for outdoor fun if you wanted it.
Elsa had seen plenty of Westerns, and had heard about the ghost towns that had been set up during the silver and gold rushes all over the ‘Wild West’, and was keen to see one. A few weeks after they had settled in at Nellis, they took a sightseeing drive to Nye County.
This was to visit the long abandoned towns of Bullfrog and Rhyolite, which were on the edge of the Amargosa desert. They were 120 miles northwest of Las Vegas, so it was a comfortable day trip. As Toni turned on to a spur off State Route 374, Elsa stared round in disbelief. She had become used to the searing 100 degree heat around Nellis, but the parched grey-brown terrain with the Bullfrog Hills to the north was unlike the lush green of northern Germany that she had known as a child.
As they drove into Rhyolite, Elsa was amazed. Gold had been found in the nearby Bullfrog Hills in 1904. Between January and June 1905, the population had soared from 2 prospectors to 2,500 people with fifty saloons, and it had more than doubled by 1907. The first passenger train into Rhyolite arrived on December 14, 1906 but within two years the bubble had burst, the population was falling and the last train from Rhyolite ran in 1914.
As she climbed out of their auto the midday heat was baking, and the very ground seemed to radiate heat. Toni with his US military training told her that in such terrain, you never moved from your vehicle without a water bottle. Get lost, and that was easy in the rugged terrain around Rhyolite, and Old Man Death would be tapping on your shoulder before long if you were without water.
As she looked around, it was if she had stepped back more than a century into the Wild West. Elsa’s eyes were drawn to Rhyolite Merchantile, a wood framed single story general store with a false front as you saw in all the best Westerns, and a flight of five steps leading up to a veranda. She turned to Toni.
‘Schatz! Is Unbelievable? All that is missing is John Wayne with cowboy boots, a Stetson and a pair of Colt 45s round his waist.’
Toni grinned at her.
‘That’s all?’
‘Ja. What more?’
‘Well Honey, I guess the ladies would like to see Big John like that. No pants and with his big gun ready for action. You know, I guess you’d look real good in that sort of outfit. Shame we didn’t brink some holsters and a pair of 45s with us.’
‘Schweinhund, I didn’t mean that.’
Toni and Elsa walked over to Rhyolite Merchantile and she ducked under the bar that had been nailed across the stairs and climbed on to the veranda. In places it sagged under her weight, but she leant over the rails.
‘Schatz, take a picture of your cowgirl here.’
‘Sure babe.’
She stood up, leant her bum against the rails, and gave a coquettish look over her should. Toni clicked the shutter and gave her a thumbs up. She looked around and there was no one else in sight. She turned towards Toni, but instead of leaning on the rails stood a couple of feet back from them with her legs spread and her chest stuck forward provocatively.
Click.
Carla put her hands to her boobs, so that she was forcing her breasts upwards.
Click.
She undid the top button of her blouse.
Click.
The next couple of buttons followed.
Click.
She had a quick glimpse round to confirm there was no one in sight and dragged her blouse open.
Click.
Toni called out.
‘Take it off baby.’
Elsa checked to see there was no one to spy on her prior to doing just that. She slipped the blouse off. As she had not bothered with a bra she was standing topless on the veranda of Rhyolite Merchantile. She was largely screened from the sun by the sloping roof of the veranda, which had survived for over eighty years in the dry Nevada climate.
There was scarcely any breeze, and her blouse had been sodden with sweat, so it was pleasant rather than the reverse to be rid of it. She parted her legs more, and put her right hand to her crotch.
Click.
Elsa was enjoying herself and after another check to see if there was anyone in sight, unfastened her skirt.
Click.
She turned her back to Toni, pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it. She heard the click of the camera three or four times as he was discarding her skirt, and knew why, as she was not wearing panties either. Elsa walked to the steps down from the veranda. She had a naughty thought. If she sat on the veranda with her legs on the steps, she could part her thighs nicely and hold herself open.
As Toni had cum in her before they had set out, it would be a sexy shot. She sat down and put her hands to his pussy lips spreading them for the camera.
Click.
The first ‘pink-shots’, or photos of an open vulva had only appeared in the US porn magazines in November 1974, and had led to a plethora of obscenity cases, and an atempt to assassinate the publisher. The shots of Elsa held open, and with an obviously well fucked pussy, were harder than anything readily available in the US.
She ducked under the barrier and looked around. Amongst the debris adjacent to the store was a 40-gallon oil drum. It was rusty, but if she was careful, she could straddle it. She spread her legs to sit on the oil drum, making sure that her cunt was on show, and touched her nipples with her forefingers.
Click.
Away from the veranda with its sloping roof, the sun was now blazing down on her naked flesh, but she had been sunning herself every since she arrived in Nevada, but never full nude, so her breasts and cunt were still the white of her native Germany. Elsa wondered where else to pose for some sexy photos.
In the days when there were fifty saloons to cater for the prospectors, there must have been scores of whores plying their trade in the town. Probably more fucking went on in Rhyolite between 1905 and 1914 than in the ten thousand years surrounding those halcyon days. A lot of the ‘soiled doves’ would work at the saloons that doubled as brothels, but there would be independents as well.
They would have solicited business in the narrow passages between the buildings. She glanced at the store, turned to her left, and walked to the end that was in full sunshine. Cut up tree trunks, planks from the store and a few modern pop cans were scattered around. She parted her legs and pulled her cunt lips open to give Toni a good shot.
Click.
She giggled and called out.
‘Schatz, when this place was a boom town, I doubt you could go down this lane at nacht without finding whores ficking!’
‘Was that why you spread your bits there baby?’
‘Ja, iss gut! Is eighty years since they were doing it, so a young whore of those days who got fucked here could still be alive, If she was twelve or thirteen then she would only be in her nineties!’
Elsa glanced around and spotted a used condom lying in the dirt. She gasped.
‘Scheissen! - Shit!’
Obviously some couple had been turned on by the thought of fucking on such hallowed fuck territory. She picked it up. The semen had dried out, as you would expect in the baking heat, but that would not be obvious in a photo. She thrust her bosom forward, opened her mouth and held the used condom up so that it was actually brushing her lips.
Click.
Suddenly she decided to be naughty and pushed the condom into her cunt so that just the open end and the elasticated ring were visible. Toni stared at her in disbelief and then took some general and close up view of the raunchy sight. It was way harder than anything you found in a porn mag.
Although Elsa would have enjoyed exploring the town of Rhyolite just as she was, she felt it was wiser to put on her ultra short mini, but to leave her blouse off. She walked up Golden Street. Rhyolite Merchantile, the store where she had posed, had been a single story wooden shack, but the John S Cook building was a very different matter.
It dated from 1908 and had cost $90,000, which was a fortune in those days. A three-story masonry building with a marble staircase, stained-glass windows and other luxuries, it had been a combined bank, post office and brokerage office. Even as the building was being completed, doubts were surfacing over the quality of the ores at the fabled Montgomery Shoshone Mine.
A mining engineer confirmed those fears, and panic set in. By 1911, the mine had shut down. The last of the banks had gone in March 1910 and the post office followed suit in 1913. Elsa, with the sun blazing down on her bare bosom, stared at the ruins of the tall structure that had been in use for just five years. The roof and the upper floors had long since gone, but some of the walls still stood, and you could even walk inside.
Toni took a photo of his topless wife ‘about to visit the bank’ before they picked their way into the derelict building. Inside the remains of what had once been a luxurious structure, Elsa soon peeled her skirt off for the camera. Anything of value that was portable had long since gone. Sadly, there was no question of sitting in the bank manager’s luxurious chair with her legs spread.
The debris on the floor would have made anything but a stand up fuck very uncomfortable, but after half an hour topless or naked, and fantasising about what it must have been like when the soiled doves of Rhyolite spread their legs for prospectors, miners, bankers and all comers, Elsa wanted cock.
She bent over with her legs parted in the most obvious ‘fuck me’ gesture a girl could make. Toni, who had been feeling increasingly randy as his young wife had explored the town topless, quickly unfastened his pants and picked his way over the rubble. She was about five inches shorter than he was, so her cunt was a perfect height for a knee trembler from behind.
Toni grabbed her waist and pulled her legs wide apart. He eased his hand between her legs to part her pussy and edged his cock against her pussy. He pressed the domed head against her flesh and past her labia and into her love tube. Toni slowly pushed his cock deeper into her cunt. Elsa pushed back lasciviously upon him.
‘Ohh God.’ Elsa screamed.
The excitement of being fucked with the sun blazing down on her bare shoulders and in a place where they could be discovered meant she had to bite her lip to keep silent. Toni started slamming inside her, slowly at first but faster and faster. His balls were slapping against her flesh.
Her attempts to keep silent so as not to attract attention had long gone and she was grunting continuously, her grunts interspersed with her native German.
‘Ja … Ja … Ja …. Ach Ich liebe dich!’
Her whole body was rocking back and forward now, as she tried to ram herself on to the cock that was slamming into her but was almost immediately was driven forward. Her boobs were swaying back and forth because she was bending over. Toni reached out to feel her nipples, which were erect and very hard. Elsa was emitting deep guttural groans with every long stroke rather than her usual low key moaning when she climaxed.
‘Ja, … Ja, … is gut. Fick me… fick mee, … fick meee, … Ach Ich liebe dich!’
Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were staring, as Toni slammed in and out of her in the most risky fuck they had ever indulged in. He was now gripping her waist firmly and dragging her back on to his groin rhythmically. He could feel his balls about to explode and shuddered as his cum burst out of his balls and along his urethra to deluge her cunt.
After what seemed like an eternity but was only a few seconds, Toni pulled out of his wife’s cunt, his cock shiny and wet with their combined fluids. As he did so, he and Elsa were both shocked to hear applause.
Toni spun round to see a couple standing there, a black guy who must have been at least 6 ft 3 ins and a white girl who was barely 5 ft tall applauding heartily. Elsa desperately grabbed at her skirt to hide her nakedness.
Chapter 3
‘Naw, honey, don’t do that. You look real pretty like that, and I want to have me my share of that cute white pussy.’
Elsa had never been fucked by a black man. Her father, who had been in the Hitler Youth in the closing days of the war, had impressed on her that negroes were a species of sub-human. She spat back at him.
‘Nein. Go to Hell you savage.’
‘Now that ain’t a nice thing to say honey, especially as I wasn’t planning on giving the cops any of the photos I took of you and your guy fucking in public. But if you’re a bad tempered racist bitch, I might just change my mind. Means you just violated all sorts of state laws honey, and the authorities might decide to send you back to wherever you came from.’
As the guy spoke, he held a camera up and pressed the release to get a good facial shot of her.
‘Scheissen!’
Toni knew that Elsa had just spat out ‘shit’ in German, and decided he had better try to get the camera from the guy. He stepped forward but a Smith & Wesson J-frame Model 37 revolver had appeared in the black guy’s hand. The J series were compact five shot revolvers just under 8 inches long and fired .22 LR, .38 Special or even 9mm Luger rounds.
With their modest dimensions the J series was popular with off-duty and undercover cops, women (for whom there was a special Model 36LS ‘LadySmith’) and for civilians or criminals who did not want to make it obvious that they were carrying heat.
‘Don’t try it buddy. Be sensible and nobody gets hurt. Be silly and you ain’t gonna enjoy it, and the lady gets fucked any which way.’
Toni was fit. He had done military training, but he was unarmed, and the guy was over 6 feet of what appeared to be solid muscle with no flab. The way he was holding the Smith & Wesson suggested that he knew how to use it.
‘Naw, that’s a hell of a sight better. Traci here can go down on you, and she’s a real good little cock sucker, and I’ll fuck your woman.’
Toni glanced at Elsa and found she was looking venomous, but there was damn all he could do. The black guy glanced at Traci.
‘You heard what I said, ‘T’, go down on this guy and suck his balls dry.’
‘T’ nodded her head.
‘OK Joel.’
Joel looked at Elsa.
‘OK baby, get your butt over here now.’
Holding the revolver in his right hand, Joel unfastened his pants. As he did so, a long coal-black cock appeared in view. It was far larger than anything Elsa had ever seen and she felt sick with fear.
‘Relax baby, you’ll enjoy having a real cock up you.’
Elsa had not moved. Joel snapped.
‘Get over here, you stupid bitch.’
Elsa did as he said.
‘Down on your knees and suck me.’
‘I can’t. You’re too big.’
‘Traci can and she’s a hell of a sight smaller than you, but if you’re gonna be silly, then I could stick this up you. A bit messy though, baby.’
Joel waved the .38 in her face. Elsa decided that she could indeed suck his cock. She knelt on the ground, the gravel and debris scraping her knees, but that was the least of her worries. She stuffed as much as Joel’s cock in her mouth as she could, pushing the head into her right cheek which bulged as the cock head banged against it.
To Toni, who could see her taking the black guy’s cock, it was an obscene sight. By this time, ‘T’ had her lips firmly clamped around Toni’s cock and was giving him a surprisingly affectionate blowjob, swallowing his cock to its full length and then pulling back and actually letting the head plop out of her mouth.
She would take a gulp of air, purse her lips, and slide them over his cock head and drive on until he could feel his cock head touching her throat. As Toni watched ‘T’ sucking him off, he realised that ‘T’ would need to service her black lover.
Toni knew he was reasonably well hung, but Joel was equipped like a stallion, as his cock seemed to have grown in Elsa’s mouth. If she was used to Joel’s tool, Traci would not have much problem in deep throating Toni!
Toni heard Joel grunt.
‘Deep throat me bitch.’
‘Can’t.’
Joel gentle stroked the barrel of the .38 against her temple.
‘What did you say, honey?’
‘OK.’
Instead of stuffing his cock into her cheek and making it bulge, Elsa altered the angle as she drew back. She drove her head forward, aiming his cock for the back of her mouth. She felt it striking her throat and gagged. She could hardly breath, and she knew she would be in tears due to her gag reflexes in moments. She grunted.
‘Urrrh, urrrh, urrrh.’
Joel stroked her forehead with the .38.
‘Be a sensible girl, bitch.’
Joel forced his cock into the back of her mouth. Elsa’s face was burning hot, and she could feel saliva building up in her mouth. It was a defence mechanism of the body to try to make it easier for her to cope with the invader. Instead she felt as if she was drowning.
She wanted to spit the saliva out, but there was no way that was possible. Elsa took a gulp of saliva, conscious that it probably included the bastard’s pre-cum as well, but she had no choice.
Joel drove forward again, and she felt his cock head forcing its way into her throat itself, but as he did so, she gagged. She felt the revolver barrel boring into her temple. She realised it was pointed in a way that it would not injure him if he decided to kill her.
Joel pulled back and slammed forward again. With the gun barrel to encourage her, Elsa made a supreme effort and took his helmet deep into her throat.
‘Good girl, another couple of inches and you’ve done the job.’
He pulled back his cock head plopping out of her mouth. She took a desperate breath and then prepared for the next thrust. The head slid in easily and with a hand pulling her head forward she felt her lips touching his groin.
She sat there having managed to swallow the whole of the bastard’s cock. Not every porn star could manage such a task, but Elsa bitterly reflected that she had the incentive of a .38 revolver to help her. He pulled back and stroked back and forward several time.
‘Fuck, this bitch is good.’
As he spoke, Joel pulled out of her open mouth. She stared up at him in puzzlement.
‘You’re a good throat fucker, baby, but there’s only one place where I’m unloading in you.’
‘Please just finish off in my mouth.’
‘No way baby. I’m gonna finish in you like you were with your boyfriend.’
‘He’s my husband.’
‘Well, Goddam, a wife that likes fuckin’ outdoors. Move baby.’
‘Please.’
The revolver waved in her direction. Elsa stood up and bent over as she had when Toni had fucked her. She felt his cock head, which was wet from her saliva, touching her cunt lips. He put his left arm round her waist and grabbed her tightly dragging her back on to his cock which he rammed into her hard and fast. Her eyes jerked open in shock, as he was so much bigger than Toni.
‘Nein, nein.’
‘Ya, you kraut slut.’
Joel pulled back so that his cock head plopped free. Traci was slobbering away at Toni’s cock, but he was able to look in shock as Joel took his wife against her will Toni could see the big glistening black cock head hovering at the end of Elsa’s tight pussy lips, which were now bright, red and puffy. Joel drove forward. Toni watched in disbelief as the tool drove into his wife's small pussy, stretching it until he wondered if the bastard would tear her.
To Elsa, who was experiencing the cock opening her up and not just watching it, the fear of being torn apart was a hundred fold greater. She could feel her pussy walls being stretched as they had never been opened up before. She was moaning and grunting continuously. Joel crowed triumphantly.
‘You like it, don’t ya baby, getting fucked by a big black dick?’
She snarled back.
‘Gott in himmel. It’s like having a fucking telephone pole stuck up me.’
Joel kept forcing his way into her, compelling her pussy to take more and more cock. When he had rammed about 6 inches of cock into her, he stopped. Slowly he started to pull out. To his shock, Toni could see the inside of Elsa’s pussy walls being pulled out of her body as he did so. She was screaming.
‘Nein, nein, nein.’
Joel withdrew all the way, leaving her pussy walls red and distended. Toni could see traced of blood on the cock, so it was clear that the bastard had torn her delicate cunt flesh. Joel grunted and then drove forward slamming his whole length into her this time.
‘Eeeeeeeyaaaarghhhh!’
Toni realised from her high-pitched scream and the way her body juddered that Joel must have slammed his cock head against her tender cervix. Joel looked around and saw Toni staring at what was happening to his wife.
‘Hey dude! Your wife is fucking tight. She’s a great fuck, ya know. How’s Traci doin' for you, man?’
Traci was assuredly doing a superb blowjob, and Toni knew he was close to cumming. To his anguish, the crude remark about how tight Elsa was pushed him over the edge. He grunted.
‘Ohh Gawd.’
Joel could see Toni’s body quivering as his balls unloaded down Traci’s throat. The girl scarcely paused in her sucking, teasing the spurting cum out of the guy’s mouth as Joel had ordered her to do. He glared at the white guy and waved the .38 in his direction.
‘Well?’
‘She’s good.’
‘You just came in her mouth, man?’
‘Yeah, I came in her mouth.’
‘Did she swallow it all, man?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Keep on working the dude Traci until I cum in this bitch’s cunt.’
Traci waved her hand in acknowledgment and continued sucking on Toni’s cock, although it was now deflating. Toni stared at Joel and his wife. He watched as Joel’s big black cock was forced into her again and again.
From the continuous screams that were emanating from Elsa, it was obvious that Joel was hitting home against her cervix with each stroke, and her pussy was stretched around his cock like it was the O ring to a piston.
Joel realised that Toni was watching.
‘Hey man, can you see all my black meat going into your wife’s tiny little cunt?’
Toni didn’t want to reply, but the revolver swung in his direction.
‘Yeah man, I can.’
‘Does it look good?’
The revolver dictated the answer.
‘It’s looks real good.’
‘You want me to cum up her wet cunt, man.’
Toni was silent for a couple of seconds but the barrel of the revolver convinced him of the right reply.
‘Yeah man, unload your balls in her.’
Although Elsa hated the bastard that was raping her, her own cunt was beginning to betray her. Initially her secretions had been a defensive mechanism to reduce the discomfort of being invaded when dry by a large foreign body, but as Joel rammed in and out of her, her pussy was squirting more and more fluid, and she was farting as the cock reamed in and out of her. She moaned.
‘Gott in himmel.’
Joel glanced at Toni.
‘What does the German bitch mean, dude?’
‘It means “God in Heaven” and it’s a German swearword.’
Angry that Toni had ‘betrayed’ her and unaware of the gently waving gun barrel, Elsa snarled.
‘Scheissen.’
‘That mean’s shit.’
Joel continued to pound in and out and suddenly his voice rose sharply.
‘My Gaawwwwd, Yeah. Fuck.’
Toni saw his body go rigid and was sure he could see the arteries and veins on the muscled black guy pulsing. Elsa felt his cock head slam against her cervix, but unlike every previous contact he did not pull back. Instead he left his cock head in contact with her opening.
She could feel his shaft stretching her cunt walls, but more than that she sensed the contractions racing down his shaft. Never before had she been so filled, and never before had she felt cum being propelled down a guy’s cock quite so clearly. She could feel the semen being violently propelled out of the slit or meatus at the end of his cock and knew it had been discharged right at the mouth to her womb.
Her rapist’s semen was in the perfect place to invade her innermost parts. Thankfully she was on the pill, and had taken it, but she decided she was gonna get a ‘morning after’ tablet as well to be on the safe side.
Joel pulled out of Elsa, and to shame and horror she felt his hot cum dribbling down her cunt lips. Joel was admiring his handiwork, and Toni was looking at it as well. Joel waved the .38 in his direction. He looked menacing. Toni realised they were still in danger.
‘The German whore looks good, man, don’t she?’
‘Yeah, you did a good job with her, man.’
‘Get over here and clean her out then.’
Toni walked over to his wife. He hadn’t got anything to clean her out with, but had an idea what Joel had in mind.
‘What with?’
‘What you got in your mouth, you dummy. It’s called your tongue.’
Toni crouched in the dust, grazing his knees as his wife had done. He stuck out his tongue to collect a slick of cum that was dribbling down outside her cunt lips and towards her belly.
‘That’s it dude. Lick her out properly, and remember this man. Me and ‘T’ will be watching you for a while. You suck her out for the next five minutes, but if you stop and we’re still her, you get a .38 slug in your head.’
‘Your German slut here gets a .38 slug right where all my cum is. Should be quite a penetration for her. So if you want to live, and you want her to live, you suck her out for the next five minutes. Do you understand, man?’
‘Yeah, I understand.’
Toni set to work sucking his wife’s raw and abused cunt, holding her bum cheeks as he did so. He heard footsteps crunching on the debris but whether Joel had departed or was just standing a few feet away was impossible to decide. If he stopped and he had guessed wrong, he was dead meat and so was Elsa. Toni sucked her out for the next five minutes.
He sat back.
‘Is it OK to stop now, man?’
There was no answer, but more importantly there was no bullet. He turned round. They were alone. He stood up and looked for Elsa’ clothes. They dressed in silence. When they were clothed, he looked at her.
‘We better go and find the sheriff.’
Elsa snarled at him.
‘Dummkopf! Blockhead! If we report him, the cops are gonna ask what were we doing, and if they do find him, he’ll tell them that we were fucking and you invited him to join in. They’ll do tests and they'll find your cum and his cum up me. They’ll report it to the INS, and those bastards are always looking for an excuse to refuse leave to stay for someone like me.’
‘I was fucking in a public place, so bye bye baby. That’s what the Immigration and Naturalization Service will say. Even if they don’t throw me out now, if we complain, they will make sure I’ll never get US citizenship.’
Elsa was pissed that she had been violated by a guy that her father would call an untermensch or sub-human, but she was not about to jeopardise her leave to remain in the US or eventual citizenship for the sake of a fuck. Toni and their baby were her path to US citizenship. She had sucked him off and taken him up her cunt the day they met, just as her elder sister Trudi had told her to do.
The offer of her arsch had ensured a second date as few men could resist free pussy, let alone free arsch. Sexy photos had turned him on, and the sexy fun at Rhyolite Merchantile had turned him on. A fuck inside the crumbling Cook’s Bank would help things along. Everything had gone fine until that bastard had appeared waving a gun.
She had started to become fond of Toni, as he was well meaning if somewhat brainless. Now when he ought to have protected her from the verdammte schweinhund, (damned pig-dog), he had been as much use as a wet dishcloth. In her anger at Toni’s failure to protect her, Elsa did not ask herself how he might have done so, or what the result would have been.