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Norway

By: hepburn666



This story is a fantasy I just had and like to share with you. As the story isn't finished yet, I would love to hear your comments, advice and additions to the story. Please contact me at the address in my profile.

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Synopsis:

Norway 1940: A female civilian seduces a military leader of the German occupation forces, eventually turning him into her tool to gain power. As the soldier becomes too paralysed by her charms, he let things happen and soon he finds himself under her total tutelage while her girlfriend starts playing with him for fun. What can he do to regain control of his life before he falls too far? And where would he end if he surrenders to his seductresses?

[July 1940 - introduction]

Hi! I'm an average guy - whose name is not so important. I'm just very much like you! If I had a choice I would probably be a nice clerk in a bank institute or something like that. But unlike you, I hadn't the luck to live in untroubled times. You can't choose at which time and in which country you are born - so my story starts in the year 1940 when I tried to make my living as an officer of the German army.

In April 1940 the German army occupied Norway in the Operation Weseruebung and my division was sent in. At first we met some unexpected resistance. Armed forces in the north launched an offensive against us in the Battles of Narvik - the Kriegsmarine (= the German navy) lost many ships including the brand new cruiser Bluecher. But we finally could force them to surrender on June 10 1940. After King Haakon and the Norwegian government fled to London the power over Norway was wielded by the leader of the German occupation authority, Reichskommissar Josef Terboven. As an officer I was the deputy commander of a platoon containing 31 soldiers. I've never been one of this heroic type of guys, therefore I was not very keen to risk my life in one of the coming battles. So I was very happy when my platoon got the chance to become part of the German occupation forces that were allowed to stay in Norway.

The new task of our platoon was to enforce the interests of German Reich in a less important region in Northern Norway. We were sent to the main (but still very small) village of the region. The attempt of the commander Otto Maerzen and me to administer the region was to ensure economic stability. Mediating between the Norwegian civilian society and our occupation forces seem to be the key.

So we told our soldiers to consider their job more as a kind of policeman that as a kind of conqueror. Therefore we sent them in light-armed teams of 2-men on patrols to ensure security in the village and gradually win the trust and confidence of its population.

In the meantime I started to make appointments for introductory meetings with the local decision-makers. The first man I invited for a round of talks was the major. He was a kind and quite old man, and didn't speak much. So when I told him about our positions and our vision for co-operation, all he said was that only a few of his citizen were supportive of the occupation and that the vast majority of Norwegians were passively opposing our presence. But at the end he made clear, that his only desire was to avoid any troubles.

Therefore he and I had the same interest to manoeuvre the region safe through these eventful times and so we had a very pleasant talk sharing half a bottle of the finest aquavit.

During the next days I had very similar talks with the local police governor, the representative of the fishermen association, the priest, the head-teacher of the local school and so on. It seemed that occupying a region was in very easy-going job as long as you don't bother the occupied. So I started looking forward staying some pleasing years in Norway - far away from the struggles of war.

I was nearly finished with my introductory meetings when I got an unexpected visitor. I was just writing my daily protocols when the door of my office opened. I looked at two female feet clad in elegant embroidered calf length riding boots. The feet belonged to a tall, young woman wearing a dark blue tunic and trousers. On her left arm I recognise a yellow sun cross on a red background with two upward pointing swords on a black brassard.

Just I few weeks ago I've learnt that this was the uniform of the Kvinnehird. The Kvinnehird was the female branch of the Rikshird, which was the Norwegian form of the German SA. The uniform was made of thick cloth giving her a serious looking of a reputable authority. She was around Twenty-seven years old ... maybe a little older? Certainly not older than thirty.

After all the average looking Norwegians I had met, this stunning visitor felt kind of surreal to me. So I sounded quite surprised when I asked "Good morning. What can I do for you?"

"I am Lena Nystroem and I'm the local leader of the Kvinnehird regiment 'Haalogaland Northern Norway'. " she answered with a smile and held out her hand.

My God, she is beautiful, I thought as I looked into her face. It was a study in perfection - it was characterised by clearly defined check bones and blue eyes, which sparkled with a hint of wicked intent. Just looking at her gave me a thrill. She must have read my mind as she smiled widely at me.

As we shook hands I noticed that her lovely slender fingers felt surprisingly cold.

"I've heard that you're platoon will be responsible for administrating this region and I'd like make you an attractive offer."

"And what kind of offer would that be?"

"As you neither speak Norwegian nor know much about our Nordic culture it's obvious that you need some native guide if you want to successfully manage this foreign village. I really like the idea of re-establishing National strength like you did it in Germany. Therefore I'd like to advice your work with my knowledge and maybe even support you with my possibilities as the executive of the local Kvinnehird organisation."

I just looked at her for a while. Her full lips were firm and decisive. Her lithe body exuded a controlled sexuality.

"And what kind of compensation do you expect for your advice?" I finally asked.

"I'm just asking for mutual support. One hand washes the other. So we are facing a classical win-win-situation here."

I felt like a little uneasy about her offer, as I knew that a ravishing woman like her would normally have been out of my league. 

"You seem to be a bit shy for a German soldier. I'm not making you nervous, am I?"

The truth was I felt completely intimidated by the presence of such a beautiful and yet so demanding guest like her. But still I managed to answer "Of course not! It's just that I still have much work to do right now."

Trying to make me sound casually, I added "So thank you in advance for your offer. The idea of co-operating with you and your organisation sounds interesting to me."

Her lips twisted in a vicious smile: "Oh, I'm sure that you'll soon find it a lot more than interesting."

"So want do you expect me to say... or do?"

"Say that we have a deal."

"You don't even know me. I could be a boaster or a cheater."

"Are you?"

"Of course not, no, but..."

"So what's the problem? I'm going to advise your administration work and guide you through the particular exceptions of the Scandinavian culture. In return I will ask you from time to time for certain favours that support my career. If you refuse using your influence fulfilling them, I'll find ways to make you regret it." Her smiling eyes made the threat sounded harmless but somehow I knew she meant it seriously.

"That seems to be quite a high price for your advises."

"Believe me, they are worth it!" I was disgusted by so much dauntless boldness. Shouldn't I decide the price since I represented the army that had defeated and occupied her country? But a look at her gorgeous face made me yield again. I knew I couldn't pull back from her.

"I don't feel I could refuse to your offer then."

With a victorious, flaunting smirk she stuck out her hand to seal our pact.

I took it and was surprised by her firm grip.

"So we have a deal!" she stated confidently while her hand still kept gripping mine. Her blue eyes looked directly into mine.

"But why have you made this offer to me and not to commander Maerzen - I'm just his deputy, so he has even more influence?"

"I prefer to work with young and pretty partners. Besides I know that you will be much more dedicated to work with a female partner like me since your broke up with your last German girlfriend six weeks ago."

"How... how do you know?" I looked at her astonished, but she just smiled at me in a somehow conspiratorial way.

Lena shrugged and said: "I just know. But I feel that your lonely days as a maverick will finally be over, as we will make a great team together! And I can assure you that I will do my best to make your upcoming days in Norway not boring at all."

I was staring at her bewildered. How could she know about me last girlfriend? And what did she meant with her predictions about my upcoming days in Norway?

She just turned around, walked to the door, looked back at me with a slight smile and then closed the door.

[29/07/1940 ( Monday ) - my first operation]

I didn't had to wait long until I got the chance to validate what kind of 'team-play' her offer implied. Just at the next week I heard the dull sound of riding boots hitting the stone surface of the main corridor coming quickly closer, and the door opened. A second later I looked into the smiling face of Lena Nystroem. But somehow there was this gleam of mischief in her smile.

"Hello my shy German soldier - we need to talk!"

Without awaiting my response Lena walked over and sat down on my desk. She had dressed in a white, thin white blouse, a dark blue woollen skirt, grey stockings and highly polished leather riding boots.

"I can help you getting some credits for saving this region from saboteurs. Just a few years ago I worked part-time at a horse farm nearby. The stables are owned by Erik Angaard, who is a communist and has tendencies to found a partisan organisation in this peaceful region. I strongly advice you to search his house to secure according evidences and put him to protective custody before it's too late." she demanded leaving no space for doubts.

I could feel the gaze of her sparkling blue eyes on me, lurking for my response. I gulped with a dry throat from a dry mouth.

"But what if we don't find any evidences at his place? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I sent our men to an unsuccessful raid without having the slightest indication for a crime?"

"The significant question is whether you are man enough to get the job done or not. You do want to prove to your platoon that you are capable bearing the responsibility your position, don't you?"

"W-Well y-yes b-but..." I stammered in response.

Her eyes narrowed coldly. "B-but..." she mocked. "But what? What can be more important at this critical phase of you new task than to meet the required leadership skills? Show me, that I wasn't wasting my time when I offered you to be my partner."

Just one more look into her eyes and I knew that I would give in. So I managed to smile weakly and nod in reply.

Half an hour later I had already requested the small truck of our unit from commander Maerzen and ordered five soldiers of my platoon to escort Lena and me on our excursion. The men took their seat at the cargo area of the truck. But before I could enter the driving cab Lena's look stopped me, "Are you forgetting something?" She wanted me to open the truck door for her, so I went around the other side of the car to fulfil her silent wish, then got back to the drivers side.

Once they got out of the village, the road became lined with a beautiful forest of trees with occasional views of majestic mountains in the distance. But I could not focus much on the beauty of the Norwegian landscape that surrounded us, as the view inside the car was even more exquisite. I found my eyes wandering occasionally to her skirt and her booted legs.

"Keep looking at the road, soldier!" she said with joyous authority, snapping me out of my trance.

Although Lena had caught me snatching glances, she did not pull her skirt down but smiled instead at my embarrassment. For the rest of the ride I didn't dare to look at Lena again but just the knowledge that a beauty like her was sitting right next to me on my passenger side gave me a thrill. From time to time Lena gave me directions where to drive while we spend the rest of the ride in silence.

We arrived half an hour later at a small complex of houses at the end of a lonely street. The place consisted of a main house (which was a wonderful two story home that had been beautifully refurbished) and a long building which seemed to be a riding hall. Behind it I noticed two smaller buildings - probably the stables. Left of these buildings nestled a forest up and there seemed to be a path cut out of the trees that led to a lake. I parked the truck in front of the house and once again Lena kept waiting for me to open the door for her. For a moment Lena just stood there, looking at her old workplace, taking it all in.

I ordered Lance Corporal Goetz Goebel to take the men and surround the estate to prevent a potential escape of the inhabitants. Then Lena and I approached to the front door of the main house. There was an old style large porch that ran all along the front. As Lena knocked, the door was opened by an older woman (probably Erik's wife). She recognised Lena at once and seemed to be a little shocked to see her again. As she couldn't speak any German or English I had to let Lena do all the talking. Somehow I felt helpless because I was supposed to be the highest authority here but couldn't even follow the conversation.

Finally Lena turned back to me. "Erik Angaard is working in the stables across the yard - your soldiers can start with their house search here while we will pay him a short visit. Now follow me to the stables." Lena said to me in the tone of voice that was to be obeyed.

Because I felt a little unsure how to react on her determinant instructions, I jokingly replied. "Your wish is my command."

"Really? I'll have to remember that!" she said with a devilish grin on her face.

As Lena walked rather fast I had to hurry to keep up. She opened the old wooden door of the stable building with a loud squeak and motioned me in. Inside I found a skinny man with dusty hair and skin that must be Erik Angaard.

"Hello Mister. I am representing the German occupation forces and..." but before I ended my sentence I noticed that Erik wasn't even looking at me. Instead his eyes were focused on Lena, who stood behind me, left arm across her waist, holding her right elbow as she puffed on the cigarette in her right hand.

"Hi Erik! Are you happy to see me again?"

"Lena! What are you doing here?"

"We just came to talk to you a little."

"Really? So just tell me what you want and then get out of here again!" Erik just replied with a stern upset look on his face.

"How rude! We just came to see what a communist prick like you is doing in times like these." Lena teased.

Seeing my German uniform he began to understand what the purpose of our appearance was.

"I knew that you are a snake, Lena! But be warned: one day the people of Norway will be free again and then they will take revenge on collaborators like you!" Erik called excitedly in a cracking voice as he rushed forward.

Lena made a step forward as well, put her face close to him and blew the smoke of her cigarette in his eyes. "Collaboration became such an unpleasant word nowadays: Let's call it co-operation instead. And beside, how are you so sure that Norway won't celebrated us as the liberators that have freed this land from its rotten constitutional monarchy?" she hissed with some arrogance.

Erik wasn't able to suppress his rising rage: "Lena - you have always been such a bitch, I should have fired you at your very first day of work!"

S-L-A-P! Lena's hand shot out slapping him hard across the face. Erik felt back from surprise.

"Don't treat me like your maidservant again. This time the tables have turned! And I will make you regret how you have treated me at that time." Lena warned him in a dangerously silky voice.

"Listen, Lena! If you want to take me down I will take you with me! I might not know it, but I still have your letters. So better think twice before you start anything stupid!" he shouted back.

With that her face froze in anger. After a short moment of cold silence, she threw her cigarette on the floor. Then everything happened very fast. She stepped to me taking my Lunger out of my gun belt. There was a loud bang and red blood shooting out of Erik's chest. He staggered off balance and tumbled to the ground with a thud. Dead!

There was a sudden, deathly silence and I was wondering what was going on here. Just a moment ago I though of this examination as standard day-work and now I found myself in the middle of a bloody mess.

"Wh..What have you done?"

Lena was still staring at Erik's dead body but suddenly a big malicious smile appeared at her beautiful face.

"Me? Every assessor would determine that it was your Lunger that killed him and that there are just your fingerprints on the weapon. Believe me - you will be in big troubles when you want to blame an innocent civilian like me for Erik's death."

Lena wasn't threatening me, was she? My face grew even hotter. But she was right. As her hands were gripped in decoratively perforated gauntlets there wouldn't be any fingerprints of her on the weapon.

"If I were you, I would better tell them the alternative truth - he has shown resistance against you and you had to shoot him in self-defence." Lena proposed while watching me with a conspiratorial smile. I felt myself squirm inside, unsure of what to do or say.

As she noticed my confusion, she spoke in a gently voice: "Now that I know what a sensitive soul you are, let me assure you that everything is going to be fine as long as you play along my rules. We will arrest Erik's wife and send her to imprisonment on remand until we have collected enough evidences to lock her up for lifetime. I will be your reliable witness when you report this killing in self-defence to your commander. No-one will doubt us."

I really wanted to believe her. She drew closer to me and her luscious lips nearly brushed my ear as she whispered: "Do you feel the power we have now? I want you to enjoy it."

She paused for effect. It affected me all right. Lena was as lovely as she was lethal and I was as afraid of her as I was spellbound by her. I just couldn't find the courage to oppose against an irresistible beauty like her.

At this moment Erik's wife entered the stable followed by Lance Corporal Goebel and the four other soldiers of my unit after they must have heard the shoot. When Mrs. Angaard saw her dead husband laying at the floor her eyes went wide in shock. Observing her agony Lena's soft lips curled up into a wicked smile. Without a trace of mercy Lena commanded "Hands behind your back, Mrs. Angaard. You're under arrest."

Lance Corporal Goebel stared at them, puzzled. Then he looked at me "Am I to understand that you are authorising a warrant of arrest against Mrs. Angaard?" he asked, his voice coloured with disbelief. I felt trapped. Surely there was only one answer that would save me from Lena's threat. Lena definitely had the streak of the devil in her. And I was the one who had signed a sale contract for my soul with this devil. With an inward sigh, I just nodded at Lance Corporal Goebel to authorise the detention and went out. Outside it was such a peaceful and gorgeous sunny day that the whole situation felt totally unreal...


Norway Ch. 02



This story is a fantasy I just had and like to share with you. I would love to hear your comments, advice and additions to the story. Please contact me at the address in my profile.

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[19/08/1940 ( Saturday ) - times of conciliation]

This day was the second day of my involuntary liberation from Alina's charm. How could such a day be better spend than by repairing the social collateral damages of this fatal affair?

With my last money I bought a bottle of Scotch to attempt a conciliation with Martin. It was the same label that Alina had emptied five days ago, so it should be perfect to calm down his anger on me.

Actually my apology and my present did not only calm him, but also motivated him to share a little conciliation-drink with me. The next hour was taken up with conversation - or to be more accurate: with an endless monologue about his theories about the further development of this war. I was confident that Germany would successfully invade England during the next weeks and that......bla-bla-bla.

At first I really tried to listen to his view of the world, but today I cant recall a single idea of it anymore. The reason was that I started dreaming about Alina again and how she was enjoying her young life. In my daydreams she was having a passionate time with Lena at this evening. The same evening that I was just wasting with ordinary (and boring!) people like Martin.

Suddenly Martin asked "So what do you think of that!"

"It's great!" I replied a little too fast as I didn't even knew what he was talking about.

Martin got suspicious: "You not really concentrated, are you?"

"Sorry - I'm just a little tired, I guess!"

"Are you sure? Or gets your mind distracted by thinking of a beautiful Norwegian girl? The Scandinavians have some quite gorgeous-looking daughters, don't they?"

"You're right!" I unwillingly agreed.

With a conspiratorial smile he dug deeper: "Is it still the knock-out that you had hidden in your room last week?"

Letting him talk about Alina as a 'knock-out' really annoyed me, but as I didn't want to offend him again, I just gave him a silent nod.

"Yeah! This woman was really hot - but a little too presumptuous for my taste. You better take care that you don't get roped into something serious! After all, we Germans are here to occupy, not to get occupied!"

"I'm afraid, your advice comes a little too late!" I responded in a sarcastic tone, glaring at the wooden table.

"So how bad is it, buddy?" he questioned slightly amused by the path this conversation was going.

"Let's say: it hadn't worked out well, but there's no way to get her out of my mind as she's working in the administration of my unit." I summarised the very simplified version of my current worries.

He nodded in pretended sympathy. I hated this look of false charity! How could he be so presumptuous to pretend that he understood the distress I was suffering right now?

But as a guy who was proud of his 'inexhaustible wisdom', Martin still tried to argue with me: "Of course there is a way to get her out of your mind. You always have choices. You just have to accept the consequences of each one that you make."

I looked up from my glass of Scotch beer and into Martin's eyes. Was there really a glimmer of hope? Martin enjoyed my boosted interest for one more second, before he explained his alternative 'solution': "You can try to hide yourself for the next months. Or you can decide to go on and ask for a relocation to another unit. There you might find new chicks and will totally forget your ex-girlfriend within a few weeks!"

I only needed a short moment to decide that his suggestion was not very helpful for my case. "That's not much of a choice!" I objected.

Martin shrugged. "I didn't say they were great ones. Just that you had them."

He was taking about my heartsickness like a blind man might talk about colours! I realised that he would never comprehend what had taken place between Alina and me! I had enough of this advises and decided that it was time to stand up: "Thanks for you help, buddy! I guess I've stolen enough of your time now!".

When I put on my uniform jacket to leave Martin's room, I found Alina's Valkyrie-tag inside its pocket.

Alina had given it to me to remember her - I guessed it had lost it's purpose under the current circumstances. I took it into my hand to have a closer look at it. The tag was made of polished iron and showed a Valkyrie Sword-maiden on her flying horse. She looked as if she was just scanning the corpses of a battlefield for new souls that she could bring to Valhalla!

As I flipped the tag around, I discovered that the backside of it was engraved. I had to turn it so the light shone properly on the Norwegian inscription.

Was it the irony of my destiny that I had never examined the tag that closely before?

I went back to my room to look up the engraving in my dictionary. It said: "The Valkyrie's redemption from eternal perdition will only come to the souls who are brave!"

I grinned in inner sarcasm. After my desertion from Alina, I definitely couldn't consider myself as a 'brave soul' - therefore I couldn't hope for the 'Valkyrie's (=Alina's?) redemption from eternal perdition'. Although I never have been vulnerable for this kind of superstitious bull-shit, I began to feel uneasy at the presence of this tag! It was as if Alina was still mocking me through the spirit of this tag. I had to get rid of it as soon as possible!

On the other hand I wanted to be absolute sure, that I would never have to see this tag again. So I put on my uniform and went for the local river. Outside clouds darkened the sky - the perfect weather to get rid of a cursed object. But as I stood an the bridge, a inner resistance kept me from tossing the tag into the dark and troubled water. Maybe it was the disturbing thought that after the loss of tag there would be noting left the reminded me of Alina. Nothing, except the constant pain in my heart, of course!

So I put back the tag into my pocket and went home.

[20/08/1940 ( Sunday ) - longings]

On my third day of being on sick leave, I was at a loss about what to do. I just didn't felt like seeing Martin again.

All I felt like was staying in bed. From time to time I masturbated as my wishful emotions for Alina washed over me. I hoped that I could drown in them, but instead of some sort of release I only found inner emptiness.

I had to face it : After my breakup with Alina I had become depressed and bitter. But I didn't dare to approach her again as Alina obviously didn't care about me any longer. And that thought depressed me even more. I knew that it was only my own fault, which had brought me to this point and I just should have accepted it and went on.

During my childhood my mother often used to comfort me by saying that time heals all wounds - but how much time would be necessary to heal this wound??

Maybe Martin was right and I really should ask for a relocation to another unit.

[21/08/1940 ( Monday ) - strategic considerations]

During my second medical consultation the doctor of our military hospital informed me about Goebel's activities during my absence; Just at this forenoon Goebel had attempted to convince our Commander Maerzen to summon an investigation committee that should determine the level of my failure when I had left my assigned war-correspondent Hans alone in the woods.

Goebel would probably push my Commander to give me a written warning or even suspend me from service.

And after my experience with Alina, I felt too hollowed out to fight against Goebel. And even if I would succeed against his intrigues, it would have been just a question of time until Lena surely would lead me into the next chaos that Goebel could use to undermine my formal position.

Furthermore a continuance of my bizarre 'partnership' would only mean that Lena uses the protection of my authority to kill even more of her potential opponent. And I definitely wasn't conscience-proof enough for this.

So I though about my options. If I wanted to show some backbone, I had to cancel my partnership with Lena.

But she wouldn't let me go that easily, would she? And if she would take me to a cross-question, would I be strong-minded enough to defend my ambition? With worries I remembered how I had even failed to defend my war corresponded Hans Meyer against her attacks. I knew that my wish to officially end our fatal 'partnership' wouldn't have chance against her strong personality.

The only way out of my mess was to confidentially ask my Commander for a relocation to another unit. As Goebel wanted to get me out of here, Commander Maerzen would approve my request without hesitation and then I just could sneak out this cursed region through the backdoor. Lena wouldn't get the slightest chance to take me to task.

There still was the risk of being sent to a squad in action - but what choices did I have? After all I would re-find my life-balance and built up my military career all over again only far away from Goebel, Lena and Alina - just like Martin had already advised me two days ago.

No sooner said than done. Before noon I had already written a official request. I even managed to enter the office without been seen by Goebel or Alina. Quickly I placed my document into the in-tray of Commander Maerzen's office and left the building unobserved. Now all I had to do was waiting for the notification of approval.

[22/08/1940 ( Tuesday ) - chastity]

[a physical vow of loyalty]

My memories of my unfulfilled love for Alina seemed so fresh although it had been four days and eight hours already, since I had seen Alina for the last time. Although I had decided to leave Alina behind me, deep inside myself I was still waiting for her return. I was really hoping that the approval for my relocation would be arrive soon, because everything at this place had became irrelevant since Alina's absence.

All the time I was picturing Alina sharing endless moments of intimacies with Lena. I wondered what it must feel like for Lena to reveal the sweet body of Alina.

While I was only daydreaming during the days, the nights were even worse: As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Alina's ambiguous smile. Then it didn't take long until I heard her soft voice, smelt her feminine scent and felt her tender touches. Over and over again I relived the scenes of her sweet seduction and her bitter rejection.

There was just no way I could find sleep under this irritating but alluring delusions.

The insomnia had escalated to the point where I became so fatigued that I lost my ability of differing between reality and imagination. Therefore I wasn't very surprised when I awoke in the middle of the night by some distant noises.

I probably just had dreamt that Alina was unlocking the door to my little flat. But then I heard the opening sound of my door - and this time it sounded so very real! Somebody just entered my flat!!! Who could it be - at around two o'clock in the morning? 

I hadn't heard any breaking noises, so the intruder must be possessing a alternative key. And as Alina had been the only one I had ever given any backup key, the intruder could only be Alina!

I tried to compose myself, but it was impossible to stop my heart from beating wildly.

Then I saw the shadow of a woman moving through the darkness. This wasn't Alina, was it? Then the recognition of mysterious woman hit me like a thunderbolt. This could only be...

"Lena?" I asked flabbergasted.

"Yes, soldier! It's me!" I heard the compelling sound of her voice answer before the contours of her face loomed out of the darkness. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as my eyes met hers.

Her appearance made me feel totally thrown off my guard. But there see was - right in the middle of my most private sphere. At least I managed to get out of my bed and reach the same eye height, before I asked her: "How did you get inside?"

"Alina was so kind to hand me out the keys you 'borrowed' her."

"Wh..What are you doing here? ...in the middle of the night?" Seeing her fully dressed while I was wearing my pyjama gave me a awkward feeling of inferiority.

But Lena obviously enjoyed the sight of the uneasiness that settled in my stomach.

"I only came to ensure that I get what you have promised me!" she riddled succinctly.

"What?"

"Three weeks ago you had promised to follow my guidance even if it means that you have to sacrifice your own career plans to my interests."

"Yes?" I only responded, as I already had a worrying clue in which direction her explanation was leading to.

"...but now I had to hear that you have asked for a relocation without getting my approval first. I must admit, that I'm a little disappointed by this fact. That was stupid and I'm here to ensure that you're never going to withdraw from you duties again. You're job isn't done yet!"

"It is not as you think it is. Just let me explain..." I tried to find plausible excuses, but a hard face slap from Lena's bare hand cut me off.

"Don't give me your meticulous bullshit, soldier!" she hissed while grabbing the front of my pyjama. I could feel her nails digging into the skin beneath my shirt and undershirt and I winced.

"But how...I mean how can you know?" I gasped, wondering just who could have told her.

"A leader of the Kvinnehird regiment knows more the you might think! In this case for example it happened that the secretary for the general management got sick. Therefore commander Maerzen had asked your new office assistant Alina Valaas to fill in for her. It took Alina just the unsupervised time of the lunch break to spy out the whole military correspondence of the last week. And you might want to call it part of your destiny that it was your request was lying just on top of the in-tray."

After a short moment of silence she continued: "Anyway - tomorrow I expect you back in the office of your unit - working eager and hard to fulfil your part of our partnership!"

After her recent face-slap I had become too afraid for a direct refusal of her command, so I pleaded in desperation:

"But... there is still Alina in the office."

"You're cute! But you shouldn't worry for her - I know that she can handle the situation!" Lena grinned sarcastically as she fully understood, that I was more worried about my limited capability to handle this situation!

Emboldened by her recent kindness, I risked the burning question.

"What if I just reject to go back to my unit? You can't force me to work on your behalf?"

"Then you soon will be faced by an anonymous charge you regarding the misappropriation of properties of the German army - especially the selling of Eric's stable to me for this ridiculous price."

"That's blackmail!" I protested.

"And so?"

This bold reply hit me in total surprise.

As I was too confused to find a appropriate answer, Lena went on: "Listen, soldier! If you want to try to challenge my friendliness, go on and see what it brings you! I will personally incriminate you and take care that you will be sent to the worst German penal camp in Norway. I will do my best to make the rest of your life the living hell for you. But you still have the chance to experience a much kinder side of me. As long as you work for my interests, you can count on my protection. It's your choice!"

"Okay, okay! I'll work for you!" I hissed compliantly, as I had little doubt, that she would realise her threat if she needed. After all I had seen what Lena was capable of doing to Knut.

"But my request for a re-location as already been pronounced. And there are certain enviers in my office that will do everything that is necessary to ensure that this request will get approved?"

She gave a snort of derision. "Yeah - you have brought yourself into a total mess, haven't you? But I probably still don't know that the local leader of the Rikshird had come to an agreement with the German head of this district to build up an independent staff unit to coordinate the German-Norwegian activities. The German Army will create several regional funds that had to been administrated by a German officer. As my you have been such a useful partner to me, I want you to apply for this position and take care that this money will be generously 'invested' for the buildup of my Kvinnehird section!"

"That's very kind of you!" I thanked her submissively, while I cursed her plan in silence.

"You see: 'I am part of that part of the Whole that seeks to do ill, but does good!'." she smiled - her white teeth were flashing in the queer street-light that shone from the window into my small room.

"I've heard it somewhere..." I brooded.

"Don't bother your brain. These are the words that Mephistopheles used to introduce himself to Faust. Have you read 'Faust'?"

"Not that attentively, I guess!"

"You should read it again then!"

"I will!" I promised, while my mind was already planning my escape from her claws! I would had to play along her power-hungry plans only for some weeks. In the meantime I could secretly gather documents that would prove the correctness of my selling of Knut's horse-farm to Lena. Then her blackmail would become obsolete and I would be free again.

But first I had to get her out of my room!

"So are we done now?" I said with a sigh, indicating that I wanted her to leave.

"Not that fast, soldier!" she just laughed while her hands placed on my chest and pushed me back on my bed. As I tried to get up again she quickly straddled my body. I was much too bewildered by her physical force to show any serious resistance and before I even understood the whole situation, Lena had already pinned my arms under her knees.

I got really excited as I still wondered what she was planning. But very soon I got quite a good clue!

At first Lena began to pull her long silk scarf from her cleavage and let it slip over her hands. While she still held the scarf in her hand, she slowly grabbed my right arm. I let her proceed as she looked just too seductive with the splendid blond hair spilt below her shoulders.

But then she raised my grabbed arm over my head and moved it against the bars of the headboard. I tried to jerk my arm back, but the only result was that I got slapped by her other hand.

"Well? Hand off and let me have my play with you! Or do you want me to tell the German military police about your recent breaches of duty instead?"

A look up her magnificent body right into her imperious face let me freeze. I had never seen a woman with such an aura of confidence. There was no question in her mind that she would break me.

As she saw that my resistance had sagged, she praised my new-found willingness in bitter sarcasm: "Good soldier! Now keep your wrists above your head!"

I felt the scarf being slipped around my right wrist. Then Lena drew her scarf up against the bars of the headboard, leaving one long end and one short. Soon my other wrist was taken and firmly tied at the bars. The remaining end was used for some final criss-crossing turns.

Experimentally she tugged on the scarf to assured herself that my bonds were insuperable. It was and a mischievous smile of satisfaction appeared on Lena's face. She alluringly brushed a lock of blond hair from her forehead and asked me in untroubled self-satisfaction: "Did you know that the Vikings had found quite an effective way to ensured loyalty?"

"N...no?" I hesitatingly answered as I became a little scared by her words. But a part of me was also still excited, wondering what she was hinting.

"Great! So let my tell you something about my culture, soldier! Before a Valkyrie would bring the lost soul of a Viking soldier to Valhalla, she demands a holy vow of loyalty from him. With this vow the warrior had to accept the Valkyrie as his superior mistress and swore that any of his prospective actions would only be done on behalf of her. As this vow of loyalty was binding for the eternity, the Valkyrie furthermore enforced a spell of eternal chastity over her chosen man to protect him from the temptation of breaking his vow ever."




Norway Ch. 02



I looked at her in rising uneasiness. But her gaze wasn't wavering a little as she confessed: "After your stupid request for a relocation, you have become quite an unstable partner for me. Therefore I would appreciate if you could swore such a vow of loyalty to me tonight!"

"I don't know..." I cawed as my voice was caught in my throat.

But Lena just grinned back in biting mockery: "In fact, I'm afraid that I won't leave you any options in this matter!"

"Please..."

"It's too late for begging now!" she stated and without awaiting my further reactions, Lena reached over for her purse and pulled out a mysterious package.

"See this?" she asked, smiling in malicious joy while she retrieved a tubular device out of the package. The device was some kind of steel cage with small metal bars and little leather straps. The top plate of the cage was emblazoned by the encircled Golden Sun Cross - just like the "Olav's Cross"-symbol at the buckle of Lena's belt. Below the symbol I discovered a engraving that said "PROPERTY OF THE KVINNEHIRD".

I stared at her in silent shock as I slowly realised that this tubular device was nothing else but a chastity belt!

Lena grinned down at me: "Haven't you promised me once your willingness of make sacrifices for the sake of our partnership? Now this time has come, as I expect you to wear this belt for as long as I require your services as my partner. But just in case that your will might get weak again, I'd like to let you know that this cage is made of hardened steel. So you won't be able to cut it even with a hacksaw."

As the implications of what she had just told to me sank in, I tried to trash myself free but the scarf hold me back. All that my tugging archived was that the knots draw even tighter.

She just smugly smirked down at my useless attempts to free myself: "I guess, you are a little circumcised!"

"Please! Let me loose!" I whined.

"No! You have wasted you chance of a free-willed partnership when you asked for a re-location behind my back. Now it's time to face the consequences."

Her dark eyes flashed with delight as she added: "But let's get you a little more exposed first."

Using one hand on each side of my pyjama pants she yanked his them down to my knees. Now two of her manicured fingers grasped the fly of my exposed boxer shorts and slowly slided them down well.

She just laughed as see saw what was underneath. It was obvious to me that her laugh was just a show of power on her part, but it was making my face flush red anyway. In fact I was burning with shame. Though I had taken my clothes off in front of my ex-girlfriend before, it had never been like this.

I felt her cool fingers teasing the tip of my penis. Instantly my cock became a little harder.

"Maybe its not a very large one, but at least he is responsive to me." Lena cheered and slipped the steel ring around the base of my cock and balls.

As my gaze followed her hand I was reprehended "You are not to look at your penis. Your eyes are to be focused on my eyes."

Obediently I complied and so I could only feel how Lena slid the tubular shaped steel cage over my penis. With quick, economical motions the cage was adjusted a bit and then fastened by the two leather straps. At the end the steel cage and the steel ring were brought together.

The I heard a ominous CLICK - the padlock had been closed! I swallowed, as I watched her putting the key into the pocket of her trousers.

"You see? This little sacrifice was not too to difficult to give, was it?"

"Oh, I almost forgot to show one more thing. Did you know what happens when your imprisoned friend gets too excited now?" she asked me half-jestingly, half-mysteriously.

By now I knew that this kind of questions was fully rhetorical and that there would be no chance to stop her from showing it to me. Still I instinctively jerked back when her fingers began to fiddle with my cage.

Immediately Lena grabbed me roughly by the chin: "No, no. You are going to feel what I want to let you feel. You are mine now."

Still holding me firmly by the chin, the fingers of her other hand began to touch my penis through the metal bars of the device.

I tried to think about something nauseous to stay limp, but then Lena's face squatted down to mine. As her hair tickled my forehead and her scent filled my nose, I felt my cock spreading into its hard prison.

At first the sensation was familiar. But a short moment later my penis met the hard walls of the cage. To my shock I also felt several little spikes in the inside of the cage. Instead of subsiding my penis throbbed violently, trying to split its prison and making my erection to hurt badly.

After a passionate French kiss from Len I had to sniffle back my tears.

"It is fine if you want to cry. It won't help you out of the belt, but it might make you feel a little better." I was encouraged by Lena's devilish voice. Once again she had triumphed over me.

Finally she stepped up to my prostrate body and went to my mirror at the wall, where she fixed her open hair into a ponytail.

As she was ready to leave, Lena's gaze turned around to look at me on last time. These eyes of her seemed to look right into the inner places of my spirit. She was not going to leave me bound like this, was she?

Once again I tugged at the scarf, trying to find some way to get them off. And once again my attempts were fruitless.

A sparkle in her blue eyes told Lena that she was enjoying to see me struggling.

She contemplated me for a moment or two, before she silently moved beside my bed. Then she slowly lifted one of her forever-long legs and poked my chastity belt with the top of her elegant riding boot.

"So soldier, how does your little metal cage feel now?"

"It is a little intimidating!"

"That's was this belt is supposed to be! By the way: this belt is not a gift for you. As its engraving says, its still property of Kvinnehird. Therefore I expect you to pay me a rent for the time you use it. Let's say 500 Norwegian krones per week!"

"But that is more then my wage compensations as a soldier - how do you expect me to gather this sums of money?" I protested.

"That's one more reason why you have to get the job as the official coordinator for the new-raised German-Norwegian fund!" was her succinct answer.

It became clear to me that I had to free myself from her blackmailing grip as fast as possible. I just still didn't know how.

While I was still thinking about my limited options, Lena had gently raised her shining riding boot from my crotch until its sole hovered in front of my lips. I glanced up at her peering eyes, not sure of exactly what her gesture meant. She obviously picked up on my confusion as she mouthed the word "kiss" and then wiggled her toes. What could I do but obey her?

Pleased with my shown dedication, she easily untied the knot of the scarf and said good-bye in her very own way: "I will go now! Just remember: For each day that you postpone your application for your new job, you will still one more month in chastity! So I would advise, that you end your faked sickness and go back to work by tomorrow. And you better pray to all the gods of Valhalla that you will never be displaced from your unit or you will be chastised forever!"

At the next moment I was alone again!

I rubbed my hurting wrists before I looked down to inspect my imprisoned organ. Any future erection would been impossible and very painful with the device on.

I'd never imagined myself in this kind of scene. I'd always been a nice person to (nearly) everyone. But here I was now, trapped in Lena's vicious belt and it looked VERY secure. Still I went for my toolbox and desperately tried to get it off. Then I tried to break the padlock that run through one of the holes in the leather strap. Ten minutes later I ended up with nothing more than stinging skin and aching testicles.

Finally I gave up. I had to face the consequences. I've I wanted to get out of it again, I had to convince Lena to unlock me. Therefore I had no other choice than to withdraw my request for a relocation like she had demanded.

[a terrifying awaking]

Slowly I awoke, feeling weak and dizzy. At first I hoped that I had just had a nightmare, but then I had to discover that my groin was indeed clasped by the nasty cage of my dream. Lena really had me locked into a chastity belt!

So this day I had to go back into my office and withdraw my request for a relocation. The idea of it didn't sound very pleasant in my mind. But even more unpleasant was the idea that I would have to face Alina again! Already the pure imagination of an awkward meeting scared me.

I knew that her just her pretty sight could easily make me fall under her spell again. But I mustn't allow that to happen. So I tried to remember all the nasty things she had done to me to awaken a feeling of contempt towards her.

But when I arrived at the office all preparations to ensure my sovereignty collapsed at the very first glimpse that I caught of her. Instead of the wicked woman I had expected, she looked innocent like an angle dressed in a grey pinstripe with a skirt that ended below her knees. Her lips were so sensuous that I yearned to kiss them. But of course I couldn't do that anymore. I still had to pinch my pants as I was feeling for the chastity belts edge beneath the denim.

There was no other way to the Commanders office than to pass her. So I tried to calm my breathing, silently counted from one to ten and went on.

I had nearly passed her, when Alina stopped a moment, turned towards me and just said: "Hi!".

"Hi!" I answered bashfully like at the day we first had met.

Alina looked me up and down, before she threw me one narrow-eyed glance. But she still didn't say a word, nor did I. The silence in the room became deafening. Finally I heard Alina whisper: "I can smell fear here. It's not you, is it?"

I chose not to respond to this bold question! Instead I murmured "Sorry, but I need to meet the Commander now! Would you excuse me?"

A faint smile glanced across Alina's face. She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture: "Go along, soldier! Go along!"

[asking for a re-relocation]

My hand was trembling when I knocked on the door to the Commanders office. Then I waited. It felt like minutes before I heard him calling "Come in!"

I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

My Commander was seated at his desk and signed some paperwork. There was silence for a moment before his pen swiped across the last piece of paper and he glanced up at me.

"Take a seat!" he exclaimed.

I did!

"So how can I help you?"

"It's about my yesterdays request for a re-location!"

"I must admit that we all were a little surprised by your request and we will miss you bitterly. But you might be relieved to hear that Lance corporal Goebel had done a great job to find a adequate replacement for you." Why didn't this information surprise me?!

"Actually I came to apply for the vacant position as a regional coordinator for the new fund to support the German-Norwegian activities." I interjected.

He looked me in the eye. "This position is mostly just about doing administrative stuff. As an officer you would be clearly overqualified?!"

The steady pressure of my chastity belt reminded me that I had to do everything to get this job. Therefore I replied instantly: "I know! But I still would like to apply for it."

I guess my reply came a little too instantly as my Commander seemed to look for any hint of dishonesty when he asked back: "Why do you even want this job?"

"It's a very important job to support the success of the Norwegian occupation."

"Very nice, but what is your real motivation for wanting this job?"

"Sir? I really do want to help to win this was." I was concentrating on a different answer.

"I would like to straighten out my failures at the last mission. Even if there won't be any committee to investigate my mistakes, I want to prove my comrades that I'm capable of organising an effective strike against these partisans!"

Although this answer had less truth in it, it was what I thought he was looking for.

"Alright. Prepare yourself for a official journey to Oslo where you will meet State Secretary Mueller from the head office. He will introduce to the concept of this fond."

"At your orders!" I exclaimed and happily left his room.

[negotiating under practical constraints]

After this successful conversation I felt so relieved that I wanted to share this great news with Alina. But then I had to remind myself that she wasn't my girlfriend anymore. So I went to my desk and sorted my documents.

Fifteen minutes later Alina entered the room and began to type some texts at the typewriter of the desk next to mine. As she hadn't said a word, so did I.

The best way to deal with her presence would be acting with professional ignorance I told myself.

Still I caught myself how my gaze permanently moved towards Alina's smoothly tapered legs in the sheer black stockings. Furthermore I was starting to shiver at her presence, although it was warm in the room.

My half-erected penis hurt badly inside the chastity-belt and I had to fight it back to keep the pain away.

Alina on the other hand acted consummately professional and there was nothing in her demeanour to suggest that we were anything other than colleagues.

For the next three hours she talked to me no more than was absolutely necessary.

The atmosphere became exceedingly strange. She treated me like air while I got more and more bewitched by her figure and the way she moved - despite all of the embarrassment and humiliation she had once caused me.

At the end of the day I couldn't sustain my mask of pretended indifference any longer.

"Listen, Alina. As this is our common workplace now, you and I still have to get along. So let's make a fresh start here." I knew that such a noble offer was much more then I had intended to grant her. But now that I was bewitched by her awe-inspiring presence, I felt that I better should show her some readiness for forgiveness if I wanted to break the ice.

Still my brave approach of brought me nothing but a dismissive look from her hazel eyes. I shifted uneasily.

"I mean, why don't we sort out the things that happened between us?" I tried to persuade her again, but this time I felt so nervous that I was barely able to breathe.

"There is nothing to 'sort out' between us!" she coldly declared in an unfamiliar authoritative and hard tone. Her once so soft voice was totally gone.

Worried by her contemptuous mood, I sadly nodded my head in comprehension. But unfortunately this only seemed to spur her aggressiveness.

She got up and paced through the room up to my desk and sat herself on its top. I looked up at her for the brief instance of time. Her sweet face showed nothing but professional coolness. It even emphasised the darkness of her eyes, which were shaded with mascara.

"Have you really thought that you deserve my love?"

"I don't know.... I guess I just wanted to feel close to a beautiful woman like you!" I stammered in abject embarrassment.

"Come on! We both know that I'm out of your league." her cold voice declared with the finality of a judge.

A huge dissapointment gathered on my shoulders, I still didn't dare to look up at those merciless eyes again. But while I sheepishly looked into the files on my desk, the corner of my eye watched her calmly crossing the legs at the ankles.

I felt my face blushing and I guess that it was this sign of silent addiction that triggered her to ask: "You love me still, do you?"

"I guess...yes!" I croaked with my voice caught in my throat.

"Why?"

In fact I' had never asked myself this question. Maybe my feelings for her were so persistent not 'although' but 'because' I knew that she was out of my league. Still I couldn't tell her this absurd theory, could I?

Instead I decided to answer: "I don't know why I love you. I just know that I still feel overwhelmed by emotions of love when I look into your face. "

"That's too bad!" she snapped. "But since I've found the perfect lover in Lena, I just have no need for a boyfriend anymore!"

What could I have had responded to such a statement? After an awkward moment of silence I heard her soft voice asking: "So Lena has really looked you up in this nasty belt last night, hasn't she?"

I looked up at her in surprise. How did Alina knew? But then I remembered that it must have been Alina who gave Lena the key to my room. So she probably was well informed about my particulate imprisonment. Hesitantly I answered her question with a nod.

"Is it very painful for you to get aroused now?"

Again I nodded in rising humiliation.

"Did you get aroused watching me this morning?" she whispered with a conspirative smile, which immediately turned into a self-complacent grin as I affirmed her enquiry.

"And now you can't relief yourself with that on, can you?" Alina dug deeper into me open wound.

"Yes!" I confessed while her dark eyes sought me out. How could she become so cruel to me?

"That's so cool! You must feel like a part of Lena's property now - just like a real slave in the ancient times of the Roman Empire!"

I remained silent as I couldn't embarrass myself with any more affirmations to her malicious questions. But Alina didn't care for my replies anyway as new

ideas were already spinning in her mind.

"Just picture this: If I ever get angry at you, all I have to do is to ask Lena to forbid you any sexual relief for...let's say one month? Oh no - I think you find it even very exciting not knowing when your next orgasm would be. What do you think of that?"

I looked up at her in horror: "What do you want from me?"

"The right question is: 'What do you want to do for me?'."

"I' don't know....I.....I'll let you have your way with me?!"

"That sounds nice! Instead of my ex-boyfriend, you could become my toy. This way you still would be useful for me as I can live out my new bitchy streak. You on the other hand can stay in the presence of your 'dream-girl'. So we both win!"

Wasn't the fact that she was only toying with me the reason that I had left her? And I just knew that all the troubles she had sent me through so far would be nothing compared to the embarrassments that would be waiting for me when I formally accepted to become her toy.

No, I had to stay strong!

So I took all the courage that was left inside me and answered: "I'm still a member of the force that occupies your country. I can't be your toy!"

But instead of getting pissed, Alina just shrugged: "As you want! Enjoy your up-coming time of chastity and loneliness!"

At the next moment she already was strolling out from the office room. I stared at her beautiful back - she was just so loving.

I thought that I should consider myself lucky for even having the chance to watch her. After the last week of fruitless longing the offer to stay in her presence excited me more than ever.

"Wait!" I shouted and followed her quickly. She turned around and she stared at me with her hypnotic eyes. My heart was pounding loudly.

"I....didn't mean to offend you! I sputtered out. "It's just... that I don't know how I can take it when you play with my heart! ...and my dignity! It's a little scary."

"So you say that you still love me, but you don't trust me?"

"I do trust you!"

"So?" she asked back with lurking eyes. I knew that this was my final chance to accept her offer. If I let this chance slip away, I would be damned.

"Okay!" I sheepishly answered.

"Okay what?"

"Okay - I would like to become yours to play with." I repeated.

Her hand patted my face while she smiled in triumph. "Great! I'm glad to see that this discussion results in a deal that is working out for the both of us. I get a little fun and you get to remain in my presence."




Norway Ch. 02



I found it amusing that she had chosen to use the word 'discussion', even though this was quite a one-sided conversation. However I knew that I better didn't speak up against her.

She was already on her way out of the door when she turned back and tenderly kissed me on the tip of my nose.

"Thank you for putting yourself back into my hands." I finally heard her lovely soft voice again. I smiled in happiness. Alina smiled back at me. It was this warm and lovely smile again, that I had missed so much for the last days.

The nasty pins of my cock cage started to prick into the flesh of my hardening penis again. But I didn't care for the pain, because the look into her hazel eyes was enough to make me feel nothing but my love for Alina. And now I understood that I would always go on loving her - no matter what this love would cost me.

"By the way: I want you to wear a tied tomorrow. I'd like to have you on a leash!" she finally whispered before she went out of my view.

[the end!?]



Norway



[30/07/1940 ( Tuesday ) - writing my report]

As Lena has predicted, I had no credibility problems with my report that Erik Angaard was killed by me in an act of self-defence. Only our Lance Corporal Goetz Goebel seemed to have a suspicion that my story was not completely true.

But even he had to give up his mistrust after my unit had found proofs that convicted Erik Angaard as an active communist and organiser of recent partisan activities. Although I'm not sure what kind of role Lena was playing, when she "helped" us to find these proofs.

I also wondered what Erik had meant when he mentioned these "letters" from Lena? What was her dark secret that she wanted to kept confidential so vehemently?

Burdened with all this open questions I felt very queasy when I signed the command to deport Mrs. Angaard for further interrogations to the Sicherheitsdienst headquarter in "Victoria Terrasse" in central Oslo.

[31/07/1940 ( Wednesday ) - making business]

Just another day later I got another visit from Lena. She just entered my office and before I could say anything, she already had shut the door behind her and leaned back against the doorknob.

"Good morning, my shy German soldier!"

"Good morning, Miss Nystroem. Come on in."

"I'm already in," she said deliberately and looked at me with her wicked blue eyes. She kept standing at the doorway, blocking the exit of my office with her grandiose figure giving me time to take her beauty and glory in. She was all dressed in her blue NS uniform again. The highest button of her blouse were open, so that I could see the silver collar that circled her neck which highlighted the creamy smoothness of her skin above her breasts. A small Mjølner-amulet in dark silver symbolising the hammer of the Nordic god Thor was hanging on the collar.

I was grateful for the desk that built a barrier between us and hid the erection in my trousers. By seeing me blush, she walked towards me, pulled out the chair in front of my desk and sat down, carefully crossing her legs.

"I have investigated a little about the current asset law regulations: as Erik Angaard has departed this world and his inheritor is jailed in Oslo the property of the Angaards is to be managed by the German occupation force. Just by signing a confiscation order you can empower yourself the authority of disposal. With this formal act Erik's horse farm would lie in your hands and you would even be entitled to sell this estate like any other good that has been confiscated by the German Wehrmacht. I have saved some money and want to buy the estate of the Angaards from you for 12000 Norwegian krones."

The krone was pegged to the Reichsmark at a rate of 1 krone = 0.6 Reichsmark, so Lena was offering me the price of just 7200 Reichsmark. This offer was ridiculous, as the estate including a house, stables and a riding hall was worth easily a quarter of a million Reichsmark. That fact, that Lena wanted to take personal advantage of me in such an obvious way, made me feel uneasy and I wasn't sure of how I should react. So I cleared my throat first.

She smiled at me. Or was it a snarl?

"I don't know...I think that it won't be possible for me to explain such a low price to my commander...I mean...don't get me wrong but...how should I?" I stuttered as sitting so close to a beauty like her made me nervous and my knees began to buckle.

For a mesmerising moment she was silent, her expression unreadable. Then she said, almost to herself: "Oh, I' am sorry if you think that I might try to take advantage of you, but you also might want to remember our agreement. While you could harvest the fruits of our common strike against the subversive Erik Angaard, I think it is only fair that you should show a little cooperation here to balance the benefits of our relation, don't you think?"

"I appreciate that you' have been following our common ambitions very well so far - but the price is NOT negotiable. Do I not make myself clear, soldier?" " she completed with an aristocratic tone of voice. The look on Lena's face just enforced the irrevocable character of her statement. I gulped again and looked at her with a demure glance. "I see your point, Miss Nystroem." I replied trying hard not to sound like I caved in, as I didn't know what else to do.

I watch as the expression on Lena's face changed from the 'warning' expression to a soft subtle smile. I felt relieved!

"This estate includes 6 horses, 5 buildings and over 100 acres of land. How do you...I mean, what are you planning to do which such a big estate?"

"Five years ago I used to be a dressage rider and a show jumper. I'm planning to invest my ambitions to up grade this horse farm to an elite riding academy and teach both disciplines in more depth to young women of the Kvinnehird section that I will supervise. These girls have much potential that I like to direct and refine to perfection."

I flicked my gaze up at her, having a hard time taking my eyes off those shapely legs in gleaming silken stockings and those shining black boots... I thought that such a woman would have never paid any attention to me as I was Mr. Nobody in Germany. Here in Norway I had at least to offer her some of my power as a member of the occupation force.

I find myself trying to impress Lena with an intelligent question, so I asked:

"On which breed do you want to focus you stable?"

"There are 3 different Norwegian horse breeds: The fjord horse, the North Norwegian mountain horse and the Forestry horse. I like the Fjord horse the most as it was developed for the steep landscape of fjords and mountains. Perfect traits for a hunt!" was her direct answer.

I totally had forgotten to think about a following question and now there was this awkward silence. I have to stop shaking ... I have to stop shaking I was thinking to myself. Another switch in my brain had been turned to on, another junction had been sealed and I was feeling the effects of it throughout my inner being.

She looked at me, raising an eyebrow, awaiting a reaction.

"Okay, Miss Nystroem!" I gasped out. "I will sell this estate to you, but only under the condition that--"

Lena gestured me to silence with a finger to her red upper lip, which lifted slightly and charmingly off her even, white front teeth. She moved her face close to mine ... so close my senses were again filled with the wonderful scent she was wearing.

"No - there won't be any conditions, soldier! The deal is sealed now!" 

At that Lena kissed me abruptly on the mouth. I felt her tongue licking the small split in the back of my now throbbing and swollen upper lip."Mmmmmm..." she purred. "Now I've tasted your blood, my shy German soldier. It's delicious! So I'm afraid this won't be the last time." I could not find words to respond to this, and let out a long, shuddering, speechless breath.

Lena smiled viciously at me, her fingers slid tantalisingly up into my hair in such a way that tingles flowed over my entire skin as every tiny hair stood erect. Her tongue traced the outline of my ear and I barely heard her whisper: "Thank you, my shy German soldier. I expect you to deliver me the documents of the property ownership tomorrow at 10 o'clock at my place."

Then she turned and walked away, smiling once at me over her shoulder. Even after she was long gone I remained silent on my chair. I still could hear the sound of her boots in my ears, still smell her perfume in my nose, still taste her lipstick on my lips and still feel the blood pumping in my erect penis. She had captured all my senses. It was the first time of my life that I fully understood what it means to get bewitched.

[01/08/1940 ( Thursday ) - handing over of the horse farm]

On the next day I knocked at Lena's door punctual at ten o'clock as she had ordered me the day before. To my surprise the door was opened by an older woman - probably Lena's mother. "Good morning. May I speak with Lena Nystroem, please?"

Without answering me, the woman turned her head and shouted some unknown words in Norwegian through the flat. Then she just left. Soon Lena face appeared at the door. She smiled at me, revealing her perfect white teeth, a deep burgundy lipstick outlining her mouth. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a skin-tight white sweater. Her waist was encircled by a flowing silk skirt of crimson, while her legs ended in black patent leather boots - once again she looked unbelievable stunning.

"Good morning, Miss Nystroem. I came to hand you out the deed of ownership for the stables. You just have to sign the contract that I have prepared."

"That's so nice from you, my brave soldier. Now I finally can move out of this lousy room at my parents flat. As you have proved your usefulness as my partner, I can call me Lena from now on."

After a short second of silence she commanded me to say "Thank you!".

"Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you very much for trust you put in me, Lena." I stammered in confusion as I haven't expected this kind of dialogue.

A wicked heartfelt smile crossed her lips before Lena ordered me into the flat. She conducted me through down a corridor. I was curious as to what sort of home Lena lived in and only managed to catch a glimpse of beautiful furniture and paintings on the walls before Lena called: "Alina - come here to greet our guest!"

The door opened by a young woman with a nicely proportioned very feminine figure. She wore a ruby coloured sun dress that stopped precisely at your knees showing a pair of shiny black boots with heels and a rounded front.

"I'd like to introduce to you Alina Valaas. She is my newest member of my Kvinnehird section. - Alina, this is the German that was so kind to sell me the horse farm for such an attractive price."

"Pleased." she said and shook my hand. When her eyes met mine, I felt electricity in the air and my stomach was turning inside me.

"Hello, Ma'am," I said softly, bobbing a bit. 

She had a wavy head of brown hair that framed a young and intelligent face with high cheek bones, big brown eyes highlighted with mascara and pouting lips with sensible light lipstick giving her sweet face an innocent look.

"Alina had to flee from the military actions in Finnish Karelia." Lena continued turning toward me "And as she has no other place to stay at the moment, she will join us on our tour to the horse farm where she will move in with me as my personal assistant."

I remembered that Finland fought the Soviet Union in the Winter War of 1939--40 after the Soviet Union had attacked Finland. In this fighting Finland ceded most of Finnish Karelia so that a lot of evacuees fled from this area. The last months must have been a real horror to her - I felt really sorry. But being me, I didn't have enough courage to express my feelings or even to ask her anything about her recent past.

In the meantime Lena had organised three glasses and a bottle of champagne out from somewhere and filled the three glasses. Then she asked us to sit down. I did as I was told. Her couch was as comfy as it looked. Lena sat down next to me and signed the contract of purchase without any hesitation.

"I'm so happy that I can move out of the home of my parents now. Thanks for that, soldier!" Lena commented her act and raised her glass. "So to what toast are we drinking?" I asked.

"Possibilities... Let's drink to you and your hidden possibilities..." Lena answered. The way she said it made me feel uneasy.

Alina smiled traitorously to me as we drank. I wondered if she already knew what kind of possibilities exactly Lena was going to require from me in the near future. I was certain that Lena was going to show me soon. After we emptied our glasses, Lena asked "Do you remember that you have noted that my wish would be your command?"

"Yes" I admitted nervously. The champagne was already whirling through my brain.

"Now you get the chance to prove me that you are man enough to stand by his word. My wish is that you chauffeur me and Alina to my new horse farm. But before I wish that you bring this stuff over there into your car!" Lena replied with a threatening tone in her voice.

The car belonged to the German army and I had told my comrades that I would return it in two hours but what kind of soldier would I be if I would break my word to Lena now. So I once again followed Lena's wishes.

While I got the stuff into my car, Lena had changed into riding gear: a black jacket, gloves, white breeches and black riding boots. Her hair was drawn back now. See stood jauntily her right hand on her hip waiting for me to finish my work. Alina soon followed behind her. This time I opened the door of the car for Lena without being asked to avoid being further embarrassed by her request to do so. But Lena paid me nary a notice as she sat comfortably down in the passenger seat. So I nervously hold the other door, waiting for Alina to get in the car. I don't know how she has reacted as didn't try to avoid looking into her face.

After we had left the village Lena turned her head to you sitting on the backseat and stated "Just a few minutes ago I told my mother that I am moving out of her flat. She tired to act like she was sorry but I know, inwardly, she was relieved. And so am I! I waited for so long to have my own little realm." Totally relaxed Lena crouched down in the seat and extended her legs up on the dash board. Then she opened her boots and started to massage her calves. I just couldn't take my eyes off her shapely long legs and the boots that were made of the finest grade of leather. Soon my cock hardened.

"Are you enjoying the view?" she asked me.

"Eh...I... I... I'm sorry!". I stammered.

"Sorry for what?" she asked lurking for my embarrassment.

"I am sorry for... sorry for..." I struggled to phrase it in just the right way, but it was hard with her sitting so close, glaring at me.

"Hmmmm?"

I groaned. "...sorry for looking at you that way at your legs and your boots." I finished miserably.

She relented. "You see: That wasn't so hard, was it? I accept your apology." I felt that Lena just wanted to embarrass me in front of Alina and this feeling made me blush even deeper. All of a sudden Lena placed her hand on my lap, teasingly rubbing my crotch. I felt mortified but didn't dare to protest.

Fortunately Alina ended this awkward situation by asking Lena "So you have worked at this horse farm before?" "Yes, as an assistant riding teacher. I had really a great time there, even although Erik Angaard was such an ass-hole!" "I am very curious to see the rest of the house. Would you give us a guided tour when we are there?" "Of course, Alina!"

Finally we arrived at the horse farm. After I got out of the car and had opened the doors for my two passengers, I breathed in the fresh air to relax from my recent tensions. I really needed a break. I hadn't notice Lena approaching me from behind as I suddenly heard her whisper into my ear, "Ready for joining the tour for Alina around the estate, soldier?" "...Yes...of course, Lena."

So we went into the riding hall.

This riding hall was really classical. The floorboards squealed under my steps and I could smell old hay and raw wood everywhere. But my eyes kept watching Alina flipping her shoulder length black hair back over her shoulder. Her big brown eyes sparkled with delight as she looked around the hall. After a short moment Lena continued her little guide tour : "This is where the horses are exercised. A few years ago I used to be quite a good dressage rider and show jumper. I learnt both disciplines in this hall. At the time I was working here there was hosted an annual hunt with more the 20 riders. I really loved it! Actually I am thinking about hosting new hunts soon."

At the very end of the riding hall leaded a door into a smaller area - the stable stalls. "In this stables are held different Norwegian horse breeds. I always ride a Fjord horse as it was developed for the steep landscape of Fjords and Mountains. It's is probably quite closely linked to the ancient North Asian wild horse, so it still has a lot of its original wildness."

S-L-A-M!

We were startled by the sound of the door slamming behind us, was there someone there? Was it the wind? All three of us became silent as we struggled to hear. Suddenly Lena took a riding crop from the nearby stable wall and walked right to the source of the sound. Alina and I just followed her.

"Knut! What are you doing here?" Lena shouted. In the corner of the next room I could see a ducked stable-boy filling water into the watering place of the horses.

Lena smiled, looking down at him. "Get up Knut!" she told him. Alina watched Knut's slow raising with a smirking grin across her face.

"Are you going to explain yourself then?" Lena continued her questioning.

"I just doing my job here as Erik Angaard has ordered me, Lena. So I clean stalls and attend to the horses."

"Haven't you notice that Erik Angaard isn't present here anymore, stupid?"

"Listen Lena, I'm employed to maintain these stables and therefore I will continue to do so until Erik Angaard is telling me otherwise! So you better let me finish my work now and leave. And don't forget to take your friends with you!"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your work ..." Lena mocked. "...but I think you won't have a chance to work here anymore until you show me and my friends some more respect."

"Ahh....shut up, bitch!"

With that Lena raise her riding crop into the air... then it comes down fast. Whistling through the air, it contacts with Knut's left knee and he goes down falling into the hay on the floor.

"You might like to know that I've just bought these stables. Therefore I'm responsible for your employment here now. And as far as I see it, Knut, you are fired!"

Lena stands right above him carrying her riding crop in her right hand. And the uncompromising appearance of her beautiful face gave the impression that she would not have any qualms about using that riding crop on him for a second time.

Yelping in pain, Knut cried "What? No! .... What happened to Erik?"

"He has departed this world. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to show resistance against the German forces. So now there is only me to deal with at this horse farm now."

"I didn't know, Lena! I mean... Please, I need this job! If you would only give me a second chance."

Lena rolled her eyes and laughed.

"A chance? You are my salaried labourer. Therefore I do not give out 'chances' to you. I deliver commands, and you must obey them."

"Come on Lena. Please, I promise that I won't question you again!" pleaded Knut.

"Really, Knut? Then kneel." Lena suggested being bemused at Knut's struggles.

"But..." 

"You are not the smartest stable boy, are you? If you really want to keep you job, you better show me that you are able to accept my new authority and kneel! "

Holding the tip of the riding crop on side of Knut's face, Knut went silent and knelt in front of her. Lena lifted her foot and tapped his balls with the toe of her leather riding boot. He quivered like a frightened animal. With a satisfied grin Lena kept looking down at him kneeling on the floor.

"Now kiss my left foot and apologise for your rude words against me!"

"Come on, Lena. You must be kidding. This is humiliating." 

Knut's resistance was rewarded with a short sharp jolt of electricity from Lena's crop.

"Yes, I know it is humiliating, because it is meant to be humiliating. It proves us that you don't have any choices here, Knut!"

He looked up at Lena in disbelief which just caused Lena to giggle. Finally he crawled across the floor as she stretched her foot forward. Lifting Lena's boot with both hands towards his mouth, Knut started kissing the boot, maybe afraid to say anymore for fear he would lose this chance. I was aghast by this scene of untamed repression, but when I looked at Alina I saw a gleam in her eyes that showed amused fascination instead. Should she actually enjoy the suffering of this poor man!?




Norway



"Have you learnt your lesson, stable-boy?" enquired Lena with a stern voice.

"Yes! S.ss..Sorry Lena." Knut mumbled.

"I guess it's only appropriate to address me as your mistress from now on. So say it again, please." Lena gloated. "And this time loud enough for my attendants to hear.

Knut cleared his throat. "I am sorry, mistress. Please let me keep this job." he said.

"Apology accepted. Now fill the bins for the horses with oats and feed them carrots! Then immediately report to me to discuss the conditions for your further employment."

Without even looking back, Lena began walking into the main house. She was followed by both of us.

I was still shocked by the abuse the man had to take from Lena. I couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of fear come over me. Alina on the other hand let out uninhibited amusement about the scene that she has just witnessed. Turning to Lena she noted "That was so amazing! You really showed this stable-boy who is his superior, Lena."

"This stable-boy is named Knut Baardseth. We used to work together at this place, when I was still a horse trainer. But while I was already making plans for my future he kept being happy with satisfying his boss. He made the big mistake not to see that I will make it some day while he always will stay at the bottom of the system. So I just have to show him that I am the boss now." Lena laughed.

As I went awkwardly behind them, I could not help looking up Alina's ruby summer dress swinging as she ascended the stairs to the main door. Her firm, round bottom bounced and flexed under the skirt with each step. "Enjoying the view?" she turned to look down at me over her shoulder. "Well...I guess." I croaked.

I was shocked to be embarrassed by her as I still though about Alina as an innocent young woman. But influenced by Lena's aura it seemed that she have started to discover a new, arrogant streak in her. Lena giggled and commented "He is such a lucky German soldier!"

Turning to me she asked "So, tell me: Are you trying to figure out the colour of her panties yet?"

I looked at Lena, but she just smiled and turned away entering the house. Before I could enter the house as well, Lena turned to me again and just ordered:

"My next wish to you is to get my and Alina's luggage from the car and move it into the corridor. Then meet us in the Drawing Room."

It was becoming clear that Lena was manipulating me whenever she could. I had to admit that I loved to be in her company, but I didn't know whether I was prepared to become her lackey like that. I guess I was, because moments later I was carrying their luggage into the house. When I was finished, I proceed down the corridor in the direction than I had seen Lena and you proceed figuring that would be where I would find the Drawing Room. I came to a large set of double doors. As one of them was open, I could peek inside and saw Lena and Alina sitting in large leather armchairs chatting with each other in Norwegian. As I didn't understood what you were talking about, I used the opportunity to soak in the warm atmosphere of this room. It was immaculate and cosy at the same time. But with Lena and Alina inside the room became some kind of a dedicated, sacred place - it seemed to me that the whole room breathed dark, feminine eroticism.

"Ah..soldier! It's a pity that it took you so long to get the luggage in since I've shown Alina already the upper floor and her new room." Lena addressed me out of a sudden. "But as you are already standing: would you serve us a bottle of red wine from the cupboard?"

So I got two wine glasses from the upper cabinet, took a bottle of wine out of the cupboard, popped the cork, and poured three glasses for each of us. Then I put the bottle back into the cupboard, picked up two glasses and walked over to them. Surprisingly Lena stood up as handed her one of the glasses. As I wanted to take the third glass for me I learnt why. Her beautiful manicured hand cut with a 'sloosh' through the stillness of the air in the room. I felt a stinging pain on my face even before I heard the sound of the slap.

Then I heard the harsh voice of Lena: "Let me make one thing clear for you, soldier: All the stuff in this house belongs to me now - so you will have to ask me for this little drink first."

I swallowed a dry swallow. I knew that should have immediately left the house under a loud protest to save the rest of my dignity. But then again I thought about my luck to sit here with these two beautiful women while most of my comrades were sitting in a muddy shell-hole right now. So I asked Lena as requested "May I have a drink of wine?" and after a brief pause I even added "Please?".

She chuckled softly at me, looking superb and utterly, utterly in control. "Just one sip."

I raised the glass to my lips and drank a small amount of wine before I put the glass back on the table. Watching me caving in to Lena's absurd rules, Alina just showed me a superior smile and gently shook her head in mocked pity. Then she took a boastful swig of wine for herself.

Soon the two women continued their conversation in Norwegian essentially ignoring me, except when one of them wanted a glass refilled. My mind began to drift backward. How did I get here? I felt as though I was in a light mist, so I didn't even notice that Alina had left the room to place her stuff that I've just had unloaded from the car into her new room.

In the meantime Lena had approached me silently and spoke to me in a breathy sensual tone, which I had never heard from her before:

"I know that our relationship must seem to have become a bit harsh for you lately and I apologise if I've made you uncomfortable in any way. Please understand that I just experience a new situation. Just a few days ago my future looked grey as I planed to follow the boring steps of my mother's "career" as a housewife. Thanks to our special relationship, I've gained a total new level of power. As the owner of this horse farm I now will be mistress of my own destiny. I've had a desire to do something like this for some time now. And by the way: Shooting this dork called Erik was so unbelievable exciting, wasn't it?" Without waiting for my answer, Lena went to the bookshelf and took picture frame with a wedding photo of Erik and his wife in her hand.

"Erik really was a dork - he wanted to exploit my skills as a professional horse trainer on his farm without participating my on the profits." she continued, speaking stonily as if I was not there. "He believed very strongly that his workforce should be made to acknowledge his superiority and leave all the power to him. But unlike most of his staff I have never been someone who ceded her power to his dull regime. When I dedicated myself to the task of a horse trainer, I always did it on my own terms. But I had more spirit than Erik could ever handle. So one day after a heating argument he has fired me immediately. It happened just a week before I was going to take an examination to become an official accredited horse trainer. He just wanted to destroy my career perspective. How much have I hated him for that." Lena spat out.

As she spoke her face grew red with passion, making her look even more attractive. Lena suddenly seemed to realise that she was getting a little too excited. She hastily composed herself and put on her friendly smile once more.

"But at the end he has lost his life and I won his farm. I was so thrilled by the triumph when I finally saw this dork Erik dying at my feet. In fact I feel a big wave of satisfaction rushing over me each time I think about the fact, that it was me who killed him and sent his wife to prison. Knowing I could simply ruin peoples lives for the fun of it, gives me an unbelievable feeling of power. I think I always loved this feeling of absolute triumph and success. Since I was a little girl I always had to win any kind of game." said Lena cheerfully and replaced the picture frame back to its rightful place on the bookshelf.

Suddenly she looked deep my eyes. I started to feel just a little nervous under her watchful gaze.

"You can call yourself lucky that you have found in me your partner and not your enemy. So I would strongly advise you to keep supporting my ambitions to ensure my favour with you."

After a short pause she added: "I know that I might feel abused sometimes but like I already have said, this is not my intention. You have to understand that there's only room for one scoutmaster in our relationship. So if you want us to become a successful team you will have to follow my guidance."

Lena took a long sip of wine and stared boldly at me. I felt getting lost in her eyes. "Are you still serious about continuing to be my partner under these conditions?."

"S..Sure!"

"This is a very serious question. Think carefully about your answer and be honest. If we continue what we have started, I'm going to exploit your skills and authorisations to our mutual benefit. You're still sure that this is what you actually want?"

"Yes, Lena." I replied in awe not only of her blossoming beauty, but her growing power and enjoyment thereof.

Lena sat down on the chair and crossed her shapely legs.

"Would you follow my guidance even if it means that you have to sacrifice your own career plans to my interests?" she dug deeper looking directly into my eye. This look sent a small chill of excitement coursing down my spine. I instinctively sensed that this was not a game being played. But still I answered "Yes, I would."

I saw a smile cross her lips, one which I had never seen before, not just playful, not just sexual, but cruel. For a brief second, her eyes filled with pity, and her expression changed "I hope you know what you are doing, soldier. But you've made your decision and I will exploit you for my personal comfort in ways that might thrill your innards." After a short pause she finished off her glass of wine and added with a smirk all over her face "But who knows soldier, maybe you even start to like being a lackey!?! Now, go pour me another glass of red wine."

I took the glass that Lena held it out to me. Walking back into the cupboard, I quickly poured Lena another glass of wine and then returned and held out the glass for her to take.

"Very good," she commented.

Lena took another a sip of wine while her eyes kept focused on me. The tone of her voice dramatically changed as she ordered: "Now get down on your knees in front of me."

"But...what if Alina comes in to...."

Just giving me a cold look by raising one eyebrow made me shiver and kneel down in front of her. I stared down at her shining black boots. The sight was terribly erotic and I wanted desperately to touch this booted legs.

"Would you like to kiss my boots?" she asked.

I was surprised by her offer. Of course I wanted to kiss the boots of this beautiful woman. Awaiting my answer Lena crossed her right leg over the left.

"Well?"

"Yes, Lena." I finally answered. "It would be a pleasure to kiss your boots."

"But before I want you to place your hands behind your back and keep them there." she continued. " Do you understand?"

"Yes," I answered and obeyed.

"That's better," Lena said.

Lena finished off the wine and then set the glass down on the table. Lena leaned back so that she could watch me better. Her legs still crossed she raised the foot of her upper leg until it was at the level of my head. My lips touched the toe of her boot and I felt a deep primal stirring in the area of my groin. I imagined that my wrists handcuffed behind my back which made me feel even more helpless in front of her. Just some moments ago I've seen the stable-boy kissing this boots and now it was already up to me to show Lena my utter devotion this way, I thought to myself.

In the middle of my kiss I heard footsteps coming closer. Lena looked over where the sound was coming from. From her vantage point she must already have seen Alina coming. The fear of being discovered by Alina in this devoted position overwhelmed me, as I had hoped that she might going to like me. Lena obviously enjoyed my rising horror. Seeing my fidgeting, she put her boot on my crotch, pressed it down on my penis and ordered me "Stay where you are!".

As I didn't dare to stand up against her will I just stopped breathing. Then Alina stepped into view. "Wow." was all she exclaimed, leaving me unsure how much shocked she really were. I kept my eyes averted. I was mortified when Lena's foot sole touched my deflated penis because I felt him slowly rising now.

"I think the soldier has just found a new commander." Alina commented the scenery.

"Indeed." Lena agreed. "Have you finished unpacking your stuff, Alina?"

"Yes. So when will we go back to get the rest?"

"This day is still young, so why don't you get it now? As I will be busy cleaning out this rooms from Erik's old stuff, I won't be able to join you. But I will borrow the strong hands of my German partner here to you." Lena offered her without even looking at me first.

Turning to me Lena just commanded me with supreme confidence: "Alina has the keys to my mother's house. She will show you which boxes have to be carried here, my soldier."

With that she even increased the pressure of her boot on my crotch for a final moment. Then she put her foot back to the ground letting me stand up again. Lena walked away, leaving me with Alina. As I looked at her, her big brown eyes looked back on mine, studying me.

"Let's go, soldier!" she said motioning to the corridor we came from.

As soon as we arrived at the car, I've heard Alina's sweet voice asking "Can I drive?"

As the car was property of the German Wehrmacht, it was strictly forbidden to let any civilian person drive. The mischievousness in her beautiful smile showed me that she knew this rule too. The fact that Alina still had the boldness to ask me this question should have infuriated me but instead all I could think of was what a cute young woman she was.

I looked at her face and noticed that this cuteness based mainly on little details like the wisp of her hair in front of the ears. It made my heart crush.

After this short moment of silence Alina implored: "Pleeeeeeeeease".

I turned red. Looking back, I think that I was even then already well on my way to become anxious to please Alina. So I just nod my head and handed over the keys into her soft little hand.

"You're so kind. Thank you." she stated innocently.

So I entered at the passenger's side of the car. Before I have a chance to fasten my seat-belt, Alina already had started the engine, positioned her boot over the gas pedal and pushed it down all the way to the floor. We hit the road.

After we rode a short moment in silence, Alina turned to me and asked "So tell me: what is it between you and Lena?"

"We discovered that we both have common targets and so we support each other to archive them. That's all."

"You sure? Let me tell you a fable that my grandmother has told me when I was a little girl: 'Once there was a furry rabbit hopping happily along the forest floor when she notice the little, helpless snake that had been orphaned. Because the little snake had such a colourful and beautiful skin the rabbit began feeding the snake. The snake was very thankful to the rabbit as she was too weak to find food for herself. But as the snake grew, it started to become stronger and demanded more and more food from the rabbit. The rabbit became afraid of the snake at her poison fang had developed dangerously. So the rabbit worked all day to keep the mood of her greedy adoptive child peaceful. But as the snake kept growing so did her hunger and one day the rabbit failed to fulfil the never-ending demands of the snake. That was the day the rabbit was eaten.'."

"This is a nice story, but do you really want to hint that the tale has something to do with the relation between Lena and me?"

"I think, Lena is more woman than you can handle. And inside your heart you know that too. She's going to exploit you until you offer no more benefits to her. At this day she will drop you."

"You are exaggerating Lena's influence over me, don't you think?" I tried to sound fairly assertive: But the longer I thought about her dark prediction the more scared I became that Alina's metaphor might not be that inappropriate. Was I really behaving so foolish as the rabbit of her tale?

"Whatever! But don't say that you haven't been warned later!" Alina stated in total confidence of being right. I felt me self-esteem drop and avoided to make any more eye contacts with her.

"So tell me, how does it feel to kiss the boots of your 'coequal partner', then?" my cheeky driver kept abashing me.

"That...was...just...a spontaneous test of courage." I managed to answer.

Alina slowly nodded, a little in scepticism. "Your relation really seems quite odd to me!"

For a moment there was an embarrassing silence before she turned to me again : "So do you have the 'courage' to admire me in my boots too?"

I glanced at her legs. Her summer dress was parted just enough to afford me a small view of her well toned thighs. These thighs tapered down to very beautiful calves which were encased in highly polished leather-boots. As I was not sure what kind of admiration Alina meant with her tricky question, I didn't know how to answer. But the longer her eyes lingered on me the more uncomfortable I grew with this unpleasant question.

"Well, the boots really accentuate your beautiful legs and I think that look seriously sexy in them. But I'm even more captivated by the women whose feet are inside the boots." I managed to answer this awkward question true-fully.

"How charming! You don't seem to be anything like the brutal German soldiers we have been warned for - at the end I even might miss you after you have been eaten by the snake!" Alina stated with a wide grin on her face.

I was extremely happy for this shown sympathy (or was it just sham sympathy?) and felt as though I had passed some kind of test. I couldn't say why Alina's approval was so important to me but it definitely was!

After we drove a while in silence Alina suddenly asked me "Do you know anything about the Valkyries?"

"Not very much I must confess!" I replied.

"In our Scandinavian mythology the Valkyries are divine warrior maidens mounted on horses. The shining splendour of their armour as they ride across the early morning sky is what causes the Northern Lights. The Valkyries could grab any defeated warrior they fancy and take him away to Valhalla. There have been 13 different Valkyries at all and people believe, that there are still Scandinavian women who are a direct offspring of the Valkyries and have therefore inherit their special skills. Lena for example has the same abilities as Herfjoturr who bound warriors with a magic chain whereupon they were paralysed by her pure beauty. What do you think of that?"

I turned slightly and found her eyeing me out of the corner of her eyes. Once again I didn't know what to reply. Although I claimed myself of being a rationalist and didn't believe in witches, Valkyries and other mythology. But her story still scared me because Lena indeed seemed to be able to paralyse my senses just like Herfjoturr.

I thought that the best way to hide my uneasiness was to ask Alina "Is there a Valkyrie that you are fitting to?"

"When I was a little girl my grandmother used to call me after the Valkyrie 'Hladgunnr'."

"And why did your grandmother give you that name?" I kept asking.

"Hladgunnr used to set traps for her victims, just like I entrapped my nephews I was young. Sometimes I left them in the trap and teased them until they had surrendered their whole pocket-money to me. "

I stared at you in disbelief as I haven't expected a sweet looking girl like Alina to have such nasty passions. I the meantime we had arrived at the house of Lena's mother and so Alina stopped the car and looked at me with sparkling eyes and a devilish grin on your face, which gave her lovely face a new streak of sexiness.




Norwegian



Once upon a time, there was a cold country and a warm girl. She married the rich and fearful count not because she feared the winter cold, but the other men. She would not last long amongst those wolves, as anyone could imagine. The count kept them at bay, of course, famous for his cruelty and possessiveness.

She knew this of course, and the young countess used to use it to her advantage mercilessly, skating along the frozen river from the mansion to town for caffè, ankles flashing, furs unbuttoned to show white décolletage, brightened to rose by exertion and iced air.

One desperate young man, fearless of the count, penniless and ardent, would approach her of an afternoon in the Café, outside, drawn by her steaming breath and fragrant cup.

"Do you need me today sweet countess?" he would begin, each time.

"What can you mean by that, scalawag? Shall I ask my husband the count how I should answer? ...for I am sure he would have something to say about it!" Such banter as this would always be her retort, but her eyes would laugh, and her hand, pressed to her throat in astonishment, or was it perhaps a bit lower? ...Her hand would somehow stray under the furs, tracing from the chill red breast exposed to the warm white portion beneath, under a small brown circle, tightening. And her thumb might encourage the tightening, and the rogue, unseeing but imagining the press of digit to nipple, he too would be encouraged, and feel his own tightening, but relent, happy.

Now, it was not known to any, but the count had grown cold, having such warmth always by his side, and no understanding of the chill life might offer others who did not share his luxuries. Thus her softness went unpressed, she felt herself always as a furnace thirsting for iron, unslaked. And thus of a morning would the young countess find herself seeking sauna more often, seeking ever more heat, or perhaps the ice, hunting some sharp cold penetration through her limbs in (poor) masquerade for a hot, smooth one between. On the ice at least she could feel free and fast, feel her heart pound, be sure, racing by, that a boy on the dike had seen too much down the throat of her parka, left far unlaced to release the heat of her exertions, and more.

She became a sensation at the coffee shop: what would the wanton countess wear today? How high would the flounce be cut, how many buttons undone? Suspicions about the count's virility were whispered and tittered over after she passed.

One such sunny spring afternoon found her lingering over cakes, skates removed and pink socks propped steaming on a metal chair, everywhere icicles dripping. She wore a blue wool Nordic-patterned sweater, thick and tight, the cream-colored fur trimmed parka cast over a chair. Brown ski-pants buttoned below the knee, leaving 8 inches of clear smooth calf that curved in all directions towards her heels, balanced together on the other chair. Thick as it was, the sweater revealed all. Her breasts posed too far askance to be confined beneath. One had to imagine the scratch of wool against the imperceptible soft of areolae. Steam rose also from these, after the hard skate. It swirled slightly in absolutely still air.

He sat next to her this time, bathed in her vapor, said nothing this time. Ordered simple coffee.

"Today, my countess?" he simply said.

But this time she turned to him and looked deeply. As she rotated on her bottom and lowered a pink foot, careless, to the wet ground, one breast swayed against its woolly prison...

It was only a whisper, but it was very clear when she spoke, like the tinkle of water just melted "Yes, my boy, my favorite dog, today you shall have me." 

Apparently he had a small flat that overlooked the Café. Sun shone in the window, glazed her in gold; breasts still slicked with sweat, an occasional blue thread clung, plastered wetly, left by the sweater that now steamed by itself in the sun, over the balcony rail. Half nude, she gestured to the shop below, across the small street, "Shall you close this?" (the window) "they will hear, and know..." as though they could not already see, and know. As though the passings of the young countess could go unmarked.

He responded with his mouth, lapping away the threads, tasting her sweat, cleaning her ribs and belly, feeling a nipple drag slowly across his cheek towards the waiting tongue, expectant. She undressed him casually whilst undergoing these attentions, reaching for a button when an opportunity presented, uncaring of his discomforts. When he turned behind to trace her spine upwards, she arched her shoulder blades together in towards his soft face, her mouth and eyes open upward, swallowing the pure pure blue. Brown nipples, spit-slicked, reached for the sun. Her hand, idly tracing the lip of his cock all this while, shuddered tight for a moment. 

Breath rasped softly out in a long ragged gasp, almost a hiss. Whose breath, they below could not be sure, though they listened carefully. Perhaps indeed, it was their own. She bent, fists wide-spread on the black iron banister, and they became just tits, shuddering gently with each motion. Staring down now, she looked directly upon one or two upturned faces, and several more only pretending disinterest. She waited, expectant. Her gaze was not vacant, neither these neighbors' cognizance nor her choice to be denied, she would be nude in a moment, with nothing remaining that could be disowned. He was to understand this when she placed her heels together, and he did, peeling the brown cloth and the silk panty down together into a pool of empty cloth on the floor. She straightened and turned to receive his tongue, the sun now bronzing her ass to autumn shades, glinting hair just visible, or perhaps only imagined but surely picking up the warm rays as she spread her stance just a little.

It was the count.

Was it his face between her shoulders before? The rogue lay in a red pool behind, he rasped no more.



Norwegian Family



Anya Erickkson's athletic 18 year-old body was tingling madly as she lay in darkness, naked under the bed sheet. In a moment the bedroom door opened, then slowly closed, she could see a dense shadow moving carefully toward her. She felt his weight depressing the mattress, the sheet lifting gently away. Trembling with excitement she could only glance wide-eyed at his nudity, glimpsing the enormous penis, heavy and stiff, jutting obscenely from his abdomen. Then he was holding her.

"Oh, Lars..." she whimpered into his muscled shoulder.

Like magnets their genitals came together.

"I need you Anya." he spoke softly through her silky blonde hair, pressing his erection into the soft fold of womanhood between her thighs.

"I know." she comforted, feeling for his cock with her fingers, breathlessly guiding it's swollen spongy tip into the open pink blossom of her sex.

He levered at the hips, and slid into her like a velvet glove.

"Oh, Lars..." she moaned quietly, the warm probe of her vagina felt amazingly beautiful.

He gripped her breasts, suckling the cherry-tipped nipples. Cradling his head with her hand, she let him nurse. They loved sex, and each other. There was no pressure about a relationship, or building a life together, they already had that... They moved naturally together, her pelvis rocking rhythmically as he rode the soft saddle of her loins, his erection plowing deeply into the silken warmth of her wet cunni. 

He rested the weight of his chest onto the generous cushion of her breasts and slid his hands down, around her body, hefting the firm fleshy globes of her ass and powering his bursting organ to the depth of her sweet pussy, he finished.

The cum was an amazingly unbelievable rush. His ejaculation triggered in her an organic response that burrowed deeply into her being, transporting her into a blissful realm of pure love, and wildly ecstatic pleasure...

There was no real order of course, but Lars was usually first. Twenty minutes later her bedroom door again opened quietly, it was Hans. Instantly her body responded to the stimulus. Hans and Lars were both beautiful men. Hans was younger, but taller, and like his brother had a gorgeous, athletic body. At the bedside he stopped, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He could see her shiny blond hair strewn across the pillow and the long lump of her body beneath the covers.

"Anya?" he spoke softly.

She lifted the sheet, exposing her nakedness to him, and he climbed in beside her.

"Anya..." he gushed.

His hands were everywhere on her body. Squeezing her breasts, gliding over her stomach, her thighs. His penis erect, it's tip nestling into the cozy gap between her legs.

Anya slipped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him with her as she rolled onto her back. She opened her legs easily and his penis was hot and stiff at her entrance. She petted his head as her pelvis began a rocking invitation for his cock.

"Yes," She whispered into his face.

Hans pushed his erection into the soft warm crease where only a few minutes before his brother had been. The thrill was incredible. Her orgasm began almost immediately and as she held him close she could feel him squirting into her. It was over. 

Anya was filled with love for the men that needed her. Happy to give and share pleasure with them. She silently thanked God for giving her a pussy. Buzzing from orgasm she drifted into a deep sleep as Hans left her bed.

Several hours later she felt a warm hand on her back and his breath warm in her ear.

"Anya..." he whispered.

He crowded into her and she could feel his erection, stiff and hot against the lush half-moons of her buttocks. His arms came around, and he filled his hands with her soft firm tits.

"Your so beautiful darling." The words gushed from him, "just like your mother."

She felt the tip of his penis against her vaginal lips, arching her back to welcome him. Sven Erikkson pushed his lengthy manhood all the way into the panting girl and began to fuck her hard. He pounded his pelvis into the soft cushion of her ass as his prick slid in and out of her eager pussy. He lasted longer than either of the boys. She made orgasm when he stuffed his spasming organ all the way in, and began squirting her womb. 

"Oh, dad..." she whimpered into her pillow.

He knew she would be fine. It was a matter of love. He held her quietly for several minutes as their juices mixed, his erection softening gradually inside her.

"I love you," he whispered into the luxurious tangle of her hair as he withdrew his cock.

"Don't forget to take your pill," he added softly.

She could feel his weight leaving the bed.

"Good-night daddy," she murmured happily.



Norwegian Lust



Pastoral life on the fjord appealed greatly to 18 year-old Anya Erickson.  The small farm was hard work to manage, but not more than the three men could handle, with her help of course.  She did all the cooking, since her mothers tragic death, and had regular chores. 

In the barn, Anya got a stainless steel pail, and the little stool ready to milk the cow. She settled under the cow's belly and felt along the swollen udder, until her fingers closed around one dangling teat. As she manuipulated and pulled rythmically, squirts of milk shot into the pail.  It was just like making the men squirt she thought abstractly, and felt her body responding, becoming aroused at the slightest suggestion of sex.  

At lunchtime her father and brothers came in from the field.  She had prepared a noodle soup with crusty bread and goat cheese for the men.  It was deeply satisfying for her to care for them.  Lars and Hans joked with one another easily, while her father stoically spooned his soup.

"It's good?" Anya smiled.

The men all made noises of approval, and their eyes were shiny with appreciation. 

"Delicious Anya." said her father quietly.

She greedily absorbed this most perfect praise from her father. 

After lunch, the men went back out to the potato field, and Anya cleaned up after them.  As the afternoon progressed she found that her body was anticipating the illicit sexual pleasures that had become a nightly matter of course in the small family.  Her temperature became slightly elevated, and her breasts ached to be released from their sturdy halter.  A steady moisture was building in her vagina.  She couldn't help but think of Lar's hard naked body, and his long erect penis.

At sunset the men came in and washed.  She had prepared a potato leek soup and some fresh crusty-bread with goat cheese.  As they sat down to eat she hovered over them.

"It's good?" she wanted to know.

"Delicious Anya." said her father.

She looks angelic in this light, he noted.  
The setting sun cast a rosy glow off her youthful features and made shimmering streamers in her yellow hair.  She moved with such grace and ease around the table, swaying at the hips, the generous bustline holding firm to her slim torso, long strong legs carrying her effortlessy.  He knew she was fucking the boys.

Finished with supper, they settled in the great room. Lars and Hans were studying a boat-building book, and her father was whittling some wooden coat pegs.  Anya announced she would take her bath.  None of the men took overt notice, but Anya was aware of the quick surreptitious glance from each of them.  For a moment her eyes locked with Lar's and she paused for a moment in the doorway, showing him her profile.

After filling the tub, she added some scented bath oil and eased herself in slowly.  The water was very hot.  She leaned her head back and let the heat suffuse through her body.  Then there was a gentle tap at the door.

"Anya?" a voice called softly. "Anya, can I come in?"

"I'm taking a bath," she called through the door.

The door was opening.

"I know," said the voice, "but could I come in anyway?"

Lars poked his smiling face around the door and she smiled back at him.  There was no need to be embarassed now anyway.  His eyes dropped to her large wet soapy breasts.

"My God Anya... you are gorgeous!" he said quietly as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Of course she knew what he wanted, and it aroused her too.  Her eyes caught the swell in his trousers. He came to the side of the tub and reached down to feel one of his sisters warm slippery breasts, her nipple immeadiately distended and with a smile he squeezed it tenderly. His other hand went to his pants, and when he had unbuckled himself, the long fleshy tube of his tumescent cock hung in her face. As he massaged her tits and petted her head, his erection grew before her eyes, until the organ was thick and stiff in her face. She felt complimented by his erection.  

With a smiling flush she let a warm wet hand come up to feel along his muscular thigh, and slip beneath to cup his testicles in her palm.  It was clear he wanted her to suck him.  She leaned toward him and opened her mouth, letting the hot spongy head of his penis slip between her lips.  He swooned and groaned in relief, stroking her hair lovingly as the tip of her tongue licked the tip of his cock.  He felt down her stomach, past her flexing pelvis to the soft curly hair of her pubis, where his finger found the slice  of her sex.  As he touched the bead of her clitoris she opened her thighs and he ejaculated into her mouth with a wild grunt, collapsing against the wall.

She let his sperm fill her mouth, milking him with one hand as she sucked, just like the cow she realized, only she was the pail.  When he was done she nipped playfully at the tender penis and he pulled away from her with a satisfied grin.

"Thanks Anya," he said breathlessly.  

She smiled sweetly up at him, still tasting his semen, as he pulled up his trousers left the room.  She loved him completely. 

Hans saw the satisfied grin on his brother's face when he came downstairs, and knew that he had done something with Anya.  As far as he was concerned, it was his turn.  Outside the bathroom door, he could hear the quiet stirrings of water as his sister bathed.  He knocked gently, cracking the door slowly, and let himself into the steamy room.

"Anya!" he grinned at her.

She was gloriously naked.  The tub half full of dirty water and a layer of soapbubbles, her parabolic tits cantilevered precariously from her slim chest, cherry-tipped, glistening pink orbs.

"Hi Hans." she smiled eagerly, unable to hide from him.

He took off his pants immeadiately, as she watched, blushing.  

"What did you do with Lars?" he wanted to know, shedding his underwear.

"Nothing." she answered demurly.

Hans unbuttoned his shirt. His penis hardening while she watched. He has a beautiful man's stomach, she saw appreciatively, and his gorgeous growing organ was making her genitals itch.  She unconsciously lifted her hips and let the tender coral-flanges of her labia show above the surface of the water.  Hans caught the movement.

"Why don't you let the water out?" he dared.

"Ok." she teased back at him, her white teeth flashing a smile.

She flipped the lever with her big toe and let the water gradually uncover her nudity. Hans was naked, his cock waggling stiffly in front of him.

"What are you going to do with that?" she nodded seriously at his erection.

"Come here and I'll show you." he grinned, helping her from the tub.

Standing, the tips of her wet breasts touching his naked chest in the small room, he pulled her close, his penis sliding between her thighs. He could feel the wet heat of her pussy on his organ.

"What did you do with Lars? he whispered into the warmth of her neck.

He tried to kiss her mouth, but she wouldn't do that. Gasping, twisting in his arms as he felt-up her steam-slick tits, she flexed her hips and let the warm stiffness of his penis massage along her slit.  An age-old instinct made her turn in his arms and with her ass slipping deliciously against the hot brand of his erection, she bent over, bracing with her arms on the side of the tub, smiling back at him.

Hans gasped at her beautiful display.  His straining penis compelled him forward till the head of his bobbing organ pushed into the soft slippery pink of her femininity.  Like a snake devouring it's pray, her vagina literally sucked his organ deeper, until he was buried to the hilt in the luxurious velvet of her palpitating pussy.

With a few healthy thrusts he was ready to burst.  She reached a hand back, around his thigh, pulling him into her, and they fucked with relish.  His prick was deep in her cunt when it began spasming, squirting sperm into her womb as her quiet moan of need echoed in the ceramic-tiled room.  She humped back against his softening organ, swallowing her unfinished desire bravely, very pleased that he was satisfied.

Hans lovingly massaged the full lush buns of her ass, as his penis gradually withdrew wetly from her intimate warmth.

"Oh my god...!" he said, shaking his head, his whole body shivering, dizzy from the rush.

Full of emotion, she stood and turned, kissing him then, pressing her body to his hungrily, her tounge deep in his mouth.  When they broke the kiss it was over.  Their eyes met happily, as Hans sheepishly slipped out the door.

Anya brushed out her hair and put on a warm flannel nightgown.  After studying English for an hour, she did some needlepoint emboidery on a shirt-pattern she was making.  When the moon shown a pale cool sliver high through her bedroom window, she went down to say goodnight.  The boys were busy at the woodpile, just inside the front door.

"G'nite Lars", she beamed, he looked up at her wide-eyed. 

"'Nite Hans." she added playfully, the brothers were both grinning wildly at her. 
Her father was sitting in his upholstered chair, reading and smoking his pipe. 

"Good-night Papa." she smiled at him, and he beckoned to her, wanting her to kiss his cheek.

Standing beside his chair, she lowered her face to kiss his cheek, and felt the back of his fingers brushing at the tip of her flannel covered tit.

"Going to bed already Anya?" he cooed.  

She didn't move at all while he touched her. Her eyes closed. She stood stock still while her father felt her breast, inflaming the need deep in her tummy.  It became obvious as her nipple popped out stiffly beneath his fingers.  When she turned away, his hand lingered, the fingertips sliding along the curve of her  hip and across her backside.

As she hurried barefoot from the room, his eyes followed her. At the stairs she turned to look at him, her eyes wide turquoise pools of unnatural desire.

Anya slept fitfully for an hour or so, until she heard the soft squeak of her bedroom door opening.  She lay quietly in the dark, then felt his weight on the bed.

"Anya?" she heard him whisper and felt a hand on her shoulder.

When she turned, his hands immeadiately covered the mounds of her breasts, and as he massaged them gently, she moaned, her hips began the small tell-tale rocking motion of coitus.  He stood and stripped off his clothes while she peeked at him. 

Then he was in her bed, beneath the covers, gathering her in his arms. The erection a long hard bone between them.  He turned her and they spooned, his penis nuzzling long and warm along the crack of her ass as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you darling." he whispered into her ear.

She was whimpering as he lifted her gown, and the delicious silky contact of flesh on flesh eveloped them.  He fondled her twin breasts in his strong hands, tweaking her stiff nipples as his penis poked through the gap between her legs, sliding  deliciously along the downy pads of her labia.  She pushed back against him, and he gloried in the warm plush cushion of her ass.

One hand left her breast, as she detected the quick movement to his mouth, then felt a slick finger probing at her sphincter.  

"Oh, papa..." she whined breathlessly.

"We can't take the chance of you getting pregnant," he warned, serious now.

Her father twisted the saliva-slick length of his index finger through the tight ring of her anus and into her buttocks, slowly withdrawing, then entering, again and again.  His breath was hot in her ear, flowing across her cheek and down her neck.  

"You be careful what you do with the boys too," he husked.

She blushed in the darkness.

Then there was another pause, as he withdrew his finger completely.  She felt him adjusting, and then the spongy heat from the tip of his erection made an insistent pressure at her anal nexus.  Anya's fingers flew of their own accord to her clitoris and she pleasured herself wantonly as her father's penis slipped into her asshole.

"Oh, papa, papa..." she squealed. 

"Quiet girl!" he scolded, as he filled his hands with her heaving breasts.

She clenched her teeth as waves of ecstasy cascaded through her youthful body. Crashing her senses against a velvet shoreline at some distant place deep within her consciousness.  The hot length of maleness in her ass released the animal in her, and she ground herself feverishly back onto him.  

Her clitoris became an electric switch, flashing off and on beneath her finger as he made long strokes into her. Then, as the strong muscles of her gluteus clamped down on his swollen penis she heard him panting, and felt his erection jerking, dancing, squirting semen deep in her intestine. She came with a gush, wetting her thighs profusely.

Later, she roused briefly when he pulled away.

"Muesli for breakfast sweetheart?" he whispered to her.

"Yes papa." she answered dreamily.



Norwegian Petticoat



Copyright Oggbashan May 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

This story involves the characters introduced in "The Bridesmaids' Revenge" although it can be read on its own. 

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The Silver Vixens were returning by coach from a 5-a-side football tournament in Northern England. They had played hard, fielding three teams, and although they hadn't won any of the competitions they were pleased with their performance against tough opposition.

The coach was on a dual carriageway and it was raining. Through the misted over windows a bleak industrial landscape dripped with water and rust. It seemed derelict and it was hard to believe that this area had once supported thousands of people in heavy engineering. Although it was daylight vehicles had their headlights on to pierce the rain and mist. 

Inside the coach most of the Vixens were sleeping. Some were snuggled up in total abandon. It was difficult to remember that these relaxed shapes were the formidable Vixens. They seemed so vulnerable and almost cuddly. If one had been hugging a teddy bear it wouldn't have seemed out of place.

But a few were still awake. A small group were in animated conversation. Among them a tall blonde was noticeable. Apart from being a natural blonde, her manner and gestures were subtly different. As she spoke, her English was too good, too precise, too grammatical. It sounded as if she was speaking it as a foreign language, fluently and idiomatically indeed, but without the carelessness that is the sign of the native speaker. 

Lisa spoke "I think we've exhausted the replays of this weekend's matches." 

There were nods from the others. 

"Brigitta," said Lisa addressing the tall blonde "You know we often talk about our men. We know each other's stories too well. Could you tell us some of yours? Perhaps about your first kiss? First boyfriend? Or would it embarrass you too much?"

"No" replied Brigitta "It wouldn't embarrass me. I've heard too many of your stories .. and the interesting bits as well. I've been coming to Silverbridge for so many years that it's my second home, and now I'm living here, at least for a couple of years, I ought to comply with the local mores."

"Local mores!" was echoed by the others. 

Lisa added ironically "I think you mean "I should act like a local" NOT "comply with the local mores". If you spoke like what we do, people might think you're really one of us. Which you are anyway."

"I have been coming to Silverbridge for so many years, and playing football with the Vixens as well, that I thought I was a local" said Brigitta.

"You are!" was the general response followed by: 

"You would be less obviously different if you didn't look like a Valkyrie on the pitch" said Candice. 

"In full flight, you scare the shit out of our opponents. With your blonde hair streaming behind you and your interminable legs flashing, all you need is a spear and a horned helmet to be the real thing."

"Don't say that!" exclaimed Brigitta "It's unlucky to compare a mortal with the Gods."

"I knew you were still a pagan at heart," said Lisa "Do you pray to Freyha or Frigg?"

"It depends what I want," replied Brigitta.

The others laughed. They were always teasing Brigitta about Norse mythology. She was the daughter of a lay preacher from Silverbridge's twin town in Norway. To her the Norse pantheon was as mythical as the Greek or Roman gods were to her team mates. But it was true. Sometimes Brigitta did look just like a Valkyrie.

"Talking about Valkyries reminds me of the story I'm going to tell you." said Brigitta "You all know, of course, about the Valkyries' swan dresses ..."

"No! We don't."

"Very simply, Valkyries are supposed to be able to turn themselves into swans by putting on a swan-dress. If a hero can steal the Valkyrie's swan dress, she is his until she can get her swan-dress back."

"Typical male mythology!" snorted one of the Vixens.

"As you say ... typical male mythology. However in parts of Norway, even in my town in modern times, some young men still believe that if they can steal a girl's white night-dress then she will fall in love with him. The men usually grow out of such nonsense but some don't. You have pantie-raids at universities, don't you?"

"Sometimes," said Lisa "but it's uncommon nowadays."

"So is night-dress stealing for us." replied Brigitta "But when I was just 18 I was due to come to England as part of the adult education college choir and a young man - I'll call him Hans which isn't his name - was also going. I liked him but at that time I wasn't really interested in men ..."

"That I can't believe." interrupted Candice.

"It's true," retorted Brigitta "At 18 I was still a tomboy. Too much of one for my parents or tutors to approve. I swam, I skied, but so did all my contemporaries. They, at least not most of the girls, didn't climb the icefalls with their father's iceaxes when five years old, didn't abseil from the highest cliffs when six, didn't try to ride a horse across a moving glacier, and didn't try to outrun an avalanche. I was a menace. Most of the town couldn't understand how I had survived to reach the age of eighteen."

"I've heard about some of your exploits." Lisa said "When you first came, most of your group thought you were incredible. Now we know you are, but at the time some of the things you'd done seemed impossible. But when you sang ... you sang like an angel. Your voice is not powerful but when you sing - old men remember their youth, old women think of when they were beautiful, and the young men fall in love. You sound like a Siren. We still have to hang on to our men whenever you sing."

"I know. It's my greatest talent. I had been the star of the school's choir and the adult college insisted that I continued singing. Some thought that I ought to become a professional singer but that was not what I wanted. At the time I said "I can sing, but my voice isn't strong enough for classical music or opera, so I'd have to sing in Musicals or Operetta, but who would want a female lead who will be one metre ninety tall in her bare feet?"

But back to my story. "Hans" and I were learning English and we were the best in our group. I used to go to his house to practise with his parents, and he used to come to my house. We used to listen to English radio programmes together, and then discuss them. It was all very innocent until one night when we'd arranged to be at my house and my parents wanted to listen to the radio themselves. I saw no problem and took Hans up to my room to listen to my radio there. My parents didn't object. I think that they thought we were too young to do anything. I was too young to think anything about it. That wasn't unusual. We were all so unsophisticated that most local children were 21 or more before having a steady friend of the opposite sex.

My room was as normal except that my choir dress was hanging on the outside of my wardrobe. Most times when the choir performed we wore an adaptation of the local folk costume. For women it is a laced, brightly embroidered bodice over a full sleeved white blouse. There is a very wide ankle length skirt vertically striped in black and white. Then there is a white waist apron with red and black trim to the waistband and lower hem. The skirt allows the wearer to stride out over the mountain paths and scramble over uneven places. Underneath the full petticoats are knee length. Our choir costume was different in that everything was sewn together. Instead of the petticoats there was a stiff underskirt with removable hoops. The dress zipped up at the back so that we could change quickly.

One thing had been irritating my music teacher. I used to stride about on stage as if I was walking my beloved hills. Whatever else I was, I was not a delicate mover. So my teacher and my mother had decided to do something about my walking at least while performing with the choir. The dress had been out of the wardrobe because my mother had been working on the solution to my outsize stride. The result was on the bed. It was an ankle length slim petticoat designed to restrict my leg movements. Like my night-dresses and much of my underwear it was made of what we call parachute silk. Apparently during the war some stores had been abandoned in the town by the retreating Allies. In the stores were thousands of metres of this parachute silk in a creamy white. We never knew what its real use had been but we still have hundreds of metres left. As clothing it lasts forever.

Hans and I listened to the radio for about an hour. We were puzzled by one word so I went downstairs to borrow the big Norwegian/English dictionary. When I came back I saw that something was wrong. Hans looked uneasy and the petticoat was not on my bed. Then I noticed a bulge under his pullover and I realised what he had done and why he had done it. The silly idiot still believed in the swan-dress myth and had taken the petticoat. Looking back I suppose I think it was rather sweet of him. He'd never expressed any romantic feelings for me. We were just friends but our village boys aren't very good with girls.

I thought quickly while talking to Hans about the elusive word. I knew that I'd get into trouble if the petticoat vanished. My mother would never believe that Hans had taken it. She would think that I had hidden or destroyed it to avoid wearing it. That would make her angry because the petticoat was a compromise to help me. I was to wear it only on stage and I could take it off immediately afterwards. It had a loose elasticated waist so I could get it off quickly. My mother had put a lot of thought and effort into that petticoat. I decided on the direct approach. I said to him "Come on, Hans, hand it over."

He knew what I meant. He blushed and pulled it out from under his pullover. Then I made my first mistake. I thought I try some amateur psychology. I sat on my bed and asked him to sit beside me. 

Then I asked outright "Do you believe in the swan-dress myth?". 

He blushed again, then nodded sheepishly. 

"Then Hans, you haven't got it right. It has to be the woman's night-dress, not her petticoat. Did you know that?"

"No" he replied reluctantly.

"And it has to be one that she's worn and hasn't washed. Did you know that?"

He blushed again and whispered "No".

I waved the petticoat under his nose. "So this wouldn't work. It's brand new. My mother made it today. I haven't even tried it on. And it's a petticoat not a night-dress."

Then I added a twist of my own. I knew that he shared a room with his elder brother. "And did you know that the man has to wear the night-dress himself, preferably all night? Do you think that you could do that at home?" 

"No" he whispered.

"I think you owe me something for trying to steal something of mine. I'm going to ask you to do something for me. Will you do it?"

I was being very unfair. Hans was embarrassed and I was his first love. He was still at the age when he believed that girls were special beings.

"Yes" he said "I'll do anything for you, Brigitta."

"Then take off your pullover and your shoes."

He did but he had no idea what I intended. Under his pullover he was wearing a skimpy vest.

"I want to prove to you that the swan-dress idea is a myth. It doesn't work, and never did. Stand up!"

Hans stood up. I reached under my pillow, pulled out my night-dress, draped it over my arm and stood on the bed in front of him. Without his shoes he is about ten centimetres shorter than me. With me on the bed his eyes were at the level of my breasts. I didn't think of that at the time. I should have.

Now you'll have to wait a bit while I divert into a description of my night-dress."

There were several groans from the Vixens.

"Do you have to?" asked Candice "It was just getting exciting!"

"Sorry, but I do. The design of my night-dress is important. It had given me the idea of how to deter Hans from trying to steal anyone's. I had several night-dresses, but that night I had my winter one. It had been a common style in our town for cold nights but was going out of fashion. It was designed to keep a girl warm in a cold room. Now that central heating was more usual it wasn't necessary but I still had one. It was a real cover-all. It had a high elasticated neck, long cuffed sleeves, a hood with a drawstring, a long attached sash at the waist ... but the lower end was really different. The lower hem fell about sixty centimetres beyond my feet and ended in a drawstring which shut the end completely. When walking, a girl would tuck the excess up under the sash, but in bed she'd have the end tied to keep her feet warm. On top of that there were trouser-like legs on the inside. You slid your legs into them, tied the drawstring, and no matter how much you thrashed around in bed, your legs and feet were warm. On really cold nights you pulled the hood over your head and pulled that drawstring so that only your nose was visible. It might sound terrible, but with the skirts tucked up to show your ankles, the hood thrown back, and some discreet embroidery a woman could look quite attractive - that is if she allowed a man to see her in her night-dress.

Back to Hans. He was so naive I think that he'd never seen a night-dress. I think his mother wore pyjamas and always wore a dressing gown when outside her bedroom. He looked at the night-dress draped over my arm as if he was mesmerised. I should have stopped there but I was so convinced that I could educate Hans that I carried on.

"Hans! You are going to wear my night-dress so that you'll find out that the swan-dress idea is a myth."

He nearly refused but he'd given his word.

I helped him put it on. The sleeves were difficult because they were far too long for him. The material massed around his feet. I walked behind him, grabbed his wrists and pulled them back. I tied his crossed wrists with the sash and then tied the night-dress's sleeves together. He protested but I reminded him that he'd agreed.

I sat him on the edge of the bed, dropped to my knees and fed his legs into the trouser legs inside the night-dress. I pulled the lower drawstring tight and knotted it. Then I took the free ends and tied them around his ankles. 

I made another mistake. Facing him, I sat astride him. I felt his almost instant erection. Even that didn't warn me that I was playing with fire. I leant forward, took his head in my hands and kissed him.

"Well?" I asked "Is it working?"

"Yes," he said "It must be. You've never kissed me before." 

In exasperation I pushed him back on to the bed and swung his legs up. I threw myself on him and I landed with his head between my breasts. That gave me another stupid idea. I took off my T-shirt and pressed his face into my cleavage. 

"I'm told that men like breasts. Do you?"

Hans nodded feebly underneath me. "I like yours." he whispered.

"We'll see!" I snorted.

I pulled the hood over his head and tied it so that just his mouth was showing. I unhooked my bra and pinched his nose through the hood. His mouth gaped open and I stuffed a breast deep into it. Even through the hood I could see his face turning bright red so I relented and released my grip on his nose. He breathed hard through his nose and I could feel his throat working to drag breath into his lungs. Still holding him on my breast I undid the hood. He looked adoringly at me. What more could I do? I'd done it all wrong. I'd probably convinced him that the swan-dress theory was correct. Now not only my night-dresses, but those of every other girl in the town would be at risk.

I decided to try one more thing to humiliate him. I eased my breast out, leaving him panting for breath, and went to my dressing table. I pulled out a silk scarf and my instant camera. Hiding them behind me I returned to the bed. I rolled him on to his face, knotted the scarf in the centre and gagged him tightly with it. I turned him face up and showed him the camera. That did worry him! His face turned white and he tried to speak through the gag. Nothing but feeble grunts emerged.

I took pictures from several angles including close-ups of his face, his tied hands and feet. Then I took the camera and the pictures out of the room and hid them.

When I returned he was struggling hard to get free. He hadn't a hope. He was imprisoned in my night-dress until I released him. I tried some more humiliation. I cradled his head, untied the gag but stifled his protests with my breast.

"How do you like being breast-fed like a baby?" I asked "What would my parents say if they saw you like this?"

He tried to struggle but I held him too tightly. I took my breast out.

"Please let me go," he pleaded.

"Not yet," I replied "I want you to realise that the swan-dress myth is a stupid idea. It has got you tied up and humiliated, treated like a baby, and I could do anything to you. You can't do anything but wait until I'm ready to let you go. At any time my parents could come in here and they'd blame you." 

As I was speaking I put my bra and T-shirt back on. Then I jumped on him again. I'd got myself excited about a man for the first time ever. Maybe there was something to the myth, but I think it was because I had a man in my control. I could do what I liked. I started rubbing myself against him and kissing him until I found I couldn't stop. I held him tight and moved until his erection was against my crotch. His head was under me and I nearly suffocated him before I reached a climax. It was wonderful. I had several more one after the other and I only stopped when he shuddered and went limp. 

Then I panicked. I knew that he'd ejaculated. I thought that it would be a lot and my night-dress would be soaked. I could never explain semen stains! I untied him and whipped the night-dress off him almost instantly. Actually it probably took several minutes even working as fast as I could. He was too exhausted to help much.

He just lay there with a beatific smile and a damp patch on his trousers. I dragged his pullover on him, fitted his shoes ... then I slapped him hard! That brought him to his senses.

"Hans!" I hissed "If you tell anybody about this, I'll beat you up."

I meant it. I could. I was taller than him, heavier, and fitter. He knew that I meant it. He didn't tell, probably because he realised that his friends wouldn't be impressed by him being tied up in a night-dress by a girl. From then on we stayed as friends but we'd occasionally peck each other on the cheek. 

I didn't wash that night-dress for a week. It was perfumed with clean male sweat. While I wore it I fantasised about men - not about unsophisticated youths like Hans. I was a bit sad when I washed it but I didn't really fancy Hans. He's married now. I often think that his wife ties him up. She could because she's nearly as tall as me and Hans is still weaker than her. I know that she's got a winter night-dress because I helped my mother make one for her as a wedding present. I wonder why she wanted one ..."

That brought a peal of laughter from the Vixens.

"Thank you, Brigitta." said Candice "That was a great story. Poor Hans. He got more than he bargained for, didn't he?"

"Hold on, " said Brigitta "the real story is about the petticoat. The swan-dress story was only the introduction. We've got plenty of time on this coach, haven't we?"

"Yes" replied Lisa "It's several hours before we get home. Let's have the rest of the story, Brigitta"

"Yes, please," and "More," chorused the other awake Vixens.

"OK" said Brigitta. "My experience with Hans had made me want more contact with men. It had to be on my own terms though. I didn't want to be pawed or groped. I fancied some more kissing but the problem was my life-style. Apart from choir practice I didn't get to see many men except at college. That was too public. Also, in a small town I didn't want to get a reputation. A girl's reputation was serious. So was a young man's. Anyone who was suspected of playing around would become a social outcast very quickly. I had to think of a way to kiss men so that they wouldn't talk about me. That was difficult. Young men WILL talk and boast."




Norwegian Stallion



One of the saddest—and most ironic—casualties of the internecine Greek-Turkish war on Cyprus that divided the island into warring camps three decades ago was the once-famous and elegant Ledra Palace Hotel. The Treaty Room of the Ledra Palace, a hulking stone edifice in the Moorish style, had been the venue where the British secretly committed the crime of slicing up the Arabian Peninsula and Levant at the end of World War I in a purposeful—and highly successful—effort to make political boundaries perpetually volatile there. A similar travesty was to be committed in the same room by the same British in the early 1970s, when, with a green grease pencil, a British officer drew the "Green Line" cease-fire line separating Greek Cypriots from Turkish Cypriots. The irony for the hotel, was that this green line went right through the hotel itself, indeed down the center of the Treaty Room, condemning the once five-star hotel to the oblivion of a no man's land. The building subsequently was taken over by the United Nations peacekeeping contingent as a barracks for its troops.

This all led, in a roundabout way, to my memories of the most exuberant and playful lover I've ever had—not to mention the thickest cock I've ever taken.

Foreign diplomats like me in Cyprus were permitted to cross between the Greek Cypriot and Turkish Cypriot zones, but there was only one always-available border crossing, and that was on the street running right by the entrance to the Ledra Palace Hotel in the center of the capital city, Nicosia.

Our cars had to stop at, first, the Greek checkpoint right under the front balconies of the Ledra Palace, and then drive slowly through the UN-controlled buffer zone and stop again for a document check at the Turkish checkpoint.

I credit the military unit sign above the entrance to the hotel, now UN barracks, for becoming Svend's man toy. I had stepped out of my car while the soldiers at the Greek checkpoint were checking my diplomatic passport and I looked up and smiled at the new unit sign, which said "The Norwegian Stallions." I found that so incongruous, expecting "stallions" to be used for a military unit from the American West and for Scandinavians to use something like "Vikings," instead, and this incongruity made me smile broadly.

At first I didn't see Svend, sitting on a stone balcony just above and to the left of the unit sign. If I had seen him first, the "stallion" name wouldn't have seemed incongruous to me, and we probably never would have met. He was a magnificent blond hulk and he was sitting wearing only a pair of loose khaki shorts in a rickety chair braced back against the wall. When my eyes did turn to him, seeking a slight movement at the periphery of my vision, the smile was still plastered on my face. His shorts were so loose at the legs that, with his propped back position, I could see all the way up his legs to a pair of huge balls. He stared cockily down at me, obviously very pleased with himself—and fully knowing his manhood was exposed to me—and with every right to be pleased with himself. He was one hung of male young in his full glory.

I do remember having a fleeting impression of him smiling broadly back at me, but just then the Greeks were finished trying, as their usual wont, albeit halfheartedly, to dissuade me from driving into the Turkish enemy's camp, and I was on my way.

The whole incident didn't really make that much of an impression on me—or so I thought. I was crossing the border on an important mission. If I hadn't been preoccupied with that, that Norwegian beauty probably would have haunted me for some time thereafter. But weeks later, when I found myself temporarily alone in Nicosia without family, I took advantage of sneaking into an underground gay bar in the suburb of Makedonitissa, very near to the main UN base inside the buffer zone.

I was at the bar, quietly drinking—a bit too much, I'm afraid—and taking in the gay scene around me, when a Norse god saddled up beside me. He looked sort of familiar, but not really. But he certainly looked good—all muscle and square-jawed good looks.

"Hello again, my name is Svend."

"Hello," I answered. "But again? Do I know you?" I had kept my male-male sexual activity while on the island very secret thus far, and if this Norwegian hunk had been in my small circles of special friends, I most certainly would have remembered that.

"Yes, at the Ledra Palace. You were checking out my basket. Did you like what you saw?"

"I . . . I." My mind was racing trying to figure out what he meant. And then it clicked, and I blushed and wasn't fast enough to disabuse him of the reason why I had been smiling up at the hotel façade. Svend took my blush as a "yes," and he swung a beefy arm around my shoulders in a possessive gesture, sure of himself, an assumption he every reason to make. I was lost to him.

He was whispering in my ear. "I've been hoping to see you in this bar. I would very much like to be with you, but my friends over there have bet among themselves that you couldn't take me."

"Be with me?" I asked dumbly.

"Yes, you are a beautiful man. I would like to fuck you. But I may be too big for you. At least that's what my friends are betting."

Fifteen minutes later I found myself naked on top of a pool table in a back room of the bar, with an applauding and appreciative audience, while Svend and I proved that I could, indeed, take more than two inches in diameter and not exactly stubby either. Svend called out the changing positions with glee as he took me every which way for a good thirty minutes. He was particularly pleased because he had bet on my capabilities.

For the next year until the Norwegian Stallions got rotated out and replaced with another UN unit, I gladly played toy to the playfulness and inventiveness of my own Norwegian stallion. Svend liked to take me by surprise and in unusual venues and circumstances—and he was always particularly pleased if there were unsuspecting people nearby, just a step away from where we were fucking. He learned quickly that I was quite vocal during sex, and he got a perverse pleasure out of me trying to hold back my cries of passion while that extraordinarily thick cock was churning inside me.

It seemed that he knew just when I'd be available to him but somewhere that I wouldn't suspect I was about to be ravished. Thus, once when I turned off the road down to the northern coastal town of Kyrenia and drove up the mountain instead for a few quiet moments in the ruins of the crusader castle of the d'Ibelins, St. Hilarion, Svend found me there and drug me up to the high tower and bent me out of a window opening and pumped me from behind, while I watched a family picnicking in the dell below. As he mined my ass deeply, I hoped they neither could hear my suppressed whimperings of that giant tool working around inside me or that they would look up and see me in the window. Svend had left my shirt on, but they could have told at a glance at my facial expressions of wanton ecstasy, if they could see detail from that far, that I was being royally fucked.

At another time, when my wife and I had joined an embassy personnel outing for the day to a combination pool, bar, and outdoor dining area above a beach on the island's rugged northern coast, Svend and some of his fellow soldiers were also there. And after exuding charm in introducing himself to my wife and my ambassador for the first time and having passed himself off as a casual tennis partner of mine at the Elian Club, Svend coaxed me to follow him at a distance into the sea. Standing there together, he close in behind me, in water up to our chests but within sight of those frolicking around the pool bar, including my wife and the ambassador, he pulled my butt back onto his engorged tool and held my hips to him with his strong hands as he fucked up into me in the water with local swimmers moving all about us.

I could say that these intrusions and this controlling of not only my body but my responses of being thickly fucked irritated me to the point where I put him in his place. But that, of course, wasn't the case at all. I was mesmerized by him—as much by his grinning bear attitude as by his superb cocksmanship. I loved the surprise and danger of it as much as he did, and he was so well equipped that I obsessed with accepting that the proper place for him was burying his thick rod inside me in inventive positions and unseemly circumstances.

Once when some embassy colleagues and I were taking a visiting congressional delegation out to a dinner in a rooftop restaurant above the seaside and overlooking the ruins of the Byzantine Bellapais Abbey, somehow Svend was there and convinced a waiter friend to tell me I had an important telephone call. When I went to the booth, there was Svend, and he wanted me to sit on his cock right there in the telephone booth. But I persuaded him that this was just too dangerous and went back to the table to tell my colleagues I'd been called away on an emergency. And then Svend pulled me back into a closed section of the restaurant, separated from the active section only by bamboo screening, and he pulled me into his lap and fucked me not more than twenty feet from where the congressional delegation was finishing its meal, the thumb of one hand in my mouth being sucked, the fingers of the other hand pinching and rolling my nipples and his cock churning up inside me. When I felt I couldn't hold back a scream of passion and complete possession and of being stuffed any longer, he replaced his thumb with his lips and swallowed my cries with his searching kisses.

My strangest ravishing by the Norwegian stallion was when I went for a haircut from my regular barber in a hotel arcade. Svend came in to do the barber, who was just one of Svend's many man toys, and saw me there in the chair. He sent the barber to guard the door and then took me long and hard first with my legs bent over the arms of the barber's chair and him standing on the metal foot ledge and then with me bent over the back of the chair and my knees on the arms and him crouched on the chair behind me. Then, with me sitting on his cock, my back to his front, he took shaving cream and creamed my chest and shaved off my thin trail of hair there with a straight razor, with me trying my best to hold steady on his digging tool. He said, with a laugh, that he was doing this for me to "remember him by." I thought this was a strange thing for him to say, because of course I was going to remember him by the thickness of his cock and his playfulness in finding new places and ways to master me.

That was the day he found out his unit was being rotated out. But he didn't tell me about this on the day of the barbering. He called me a week later and told me he was coming by to see me. And, for the first time I decided to give him a surprise.

My house was a typical Mediterranean stucco pile with a red tile roof sitting high on a mesa overlooking the capital city and the Green Line, running like an open sore through the country, separating Greek from Turk. But the house also had some modern features. One was that the spiral stone staircase to the second level was encased in an opaque glass-brick wall. From the outside you could make out that someone was on the staircase, but the glass was too opaque to pick up much detail, although you could do so more at night with the lights on in the staircase than you could during the day. The staircase was located right next to the entry door.

It was near dusk when Svend pulled up on his motorbike. I had stripped already, and as he approached the door, I moved onto the stairs next to the entry and pushed my cock and belly and chest and lips right up against the opaque glass, so that he could clearly see just those parts of me, offering myself to him through the glass.

I never knew a man that large to be able to move that fast through an entry door and to strip down en route to the staircase, where, in full desire and rut, he laid me out on the stone risers and devoured my body with his.

He was almost sobbing when he was finished, and, for the first time since my initial ravishing by him on the pool table, I was able to give full vocalizing of my passion for what he was doing to my body. And that's when he let it all pour out that this was our last meeting, that his unit was being released of its UN obligations in two days' time and he was headed back to Oslo.

I missed his surprises for a good long time, but I never again let a man dominate and control me as he had for as long as he had. That life was just too dangerous for me to indulge in. Oh, and I missed that inhumanly thick cock for a long time too.



Norwegian Wood



It was the trip my wife and I had been planning for a year. We were soon to celebrate our 25th anniversary and had decided to splurge on our selves. I loved golf and Gloria, my wife, had been an accomplished equestrian back in college. We were both going to enjoy our hobbies during the day and dine and relax in the evenings.

Even after having two children, Gloria still looked great at 46. She was just a couple inches over 5 feet and I doubt if she weighed more than 115. Any weight she had added over the years was in the right places. I am a year shy of 50 and in decent shape, for a guy that enjoys a cold beer. Our kids were both grown, finished with college, and on their own. We were finally able to concentrate on us and we were determined to enjoy our time together. 

We checked in the hotel in the early afternoon and spend the rest of the day unpacking and touring the hotel. It was going to be an expensive two-week stay, but we both felt we had earned the right to luxuriate for that period. We had a great dinner in the hotel restaurant and returned to our room. 

Gloria began reading through the hotel brochure and found something that gave her an idea.

“Let’s go try the hot tub,” she suggested. “It says there as several and they are very modern and comfortable, and set well back from the indoor pool. Who knows? If it is real quiet, you may get a little lucky!”

That was all I needed to hear. I was in my suit and ready to head down to the tub area in a couple minutes. Gloria came out of the bathroom in a very sexy suit I had never seen before. It was a bikini bottom with a top that was low cut but came down to her bottoms. She had nice C-cup tits and they were showing. Gloria always said a woman in her forties should not dress like a 20 something, but this outfit looked great! It was the sexiest I had seen her dress since college. We donned robes and headed down with a cooler filled with drinks.

There were a couple hot tubs and they were set back away from the pool some distance. We were enjoying a drink and relaxing all by ourselves. Gloria had her hand in my trunks and I was responding. I reached over and tugged one side of her top down and a very lovely tit was showing. She protested slightly, but I noticed she left it out. I was just going to slip it into my mouth when I heard a voice.

“Hello! Mind if we join you?” 

I turned to see a couple about our age standing next to the tub. The guy was grinning like the cat that got the cream as Gloria quickly packed her boob back into her top. The woman was tall and big boned. I guessed her weight around 150 and it looked good on her frame. She was wearing a one-piece suit with a French cut that accentuated the length and shape of her legs. A second glance showed the man with her had a bit of a beer belly, a full head of hair, and a pleasant smile.

I concealed my disappointment and annoyance at the interruption and smiled back and responded, “Come right in. The water is fine!”

Gloria was still blushing as they stepped into the tub. It was obvious they had seen her exposed tit as they approached the tub. 

“I am Alice, and this grinning monkey is my husband, Jim,” the woman offered. “I wanted to try the other tub and let you folks enjoy some privacy, but a bunch of teenagers passed by us and climbed in. We had to interrupt you, sit and listen to teens babble about all kinds of dumb shit, or go back to our room. Jim made up his mind to stay when he saw your lovely tit.”

Now Gloria was as red as a fire truck! The frank admission from Alice caught her by surprise. Most people would have pretended they had seen nothing.

Whether it was the beer I had been drinking or just the vacation mood I had finally adopted, I can’t say, but I found myself appreciating Alice’s candor and Jim’s approval of my sexy wife.

“I am Lance,” I replied, “and the red-faced lady with the nice tits is my wife, Gloria. You surprised us, but this is a public tub and we should be more considerate of others.”

“If Gloria were any more considerate I would have creamed my pants!” allowed Jim.

It was now obvious that the couple that had just joined us enjoyed sexual banter in the most open terms. I had dealt with it as a foreman in a utility company for years and could give and take as well as anyone. Gloria, on the other hand, was a schoolteacher and never encouraged crudeness. I wondered if she would find Alice and Jim too coarse for her liking.

I had to smile when Gloria finally found her voice and answered, “I would have to ask that you go take a shower before you get in the tub if that were the case. We don’t want any little swimmers in here, do we?”

Alice, Jim, and I all broke into laughter.

“Don’t worry about Jim, Gloria,” offered Alice. “He has been shooting blanks for 18 years now, since my last ‘surprise’ pregnancy. His swimmers drowned!”

“Then I guess we are both safe,” responded Gloria. “Lance hasn’t been a threat since 1982. We had a son and a daughter before we finally realized what was causing it. Lance made the ultimate sacrifice.”

“Right,” agreed Alice. “They both took a day out of their life so they could get laid every day the rest of it. Why do men think it is such a sacrifice? They should try having a baby!”

“Ladies, I propose a toast to birth control,” Jim announced as he handed a wine cooler to Alice and opened a beer for himself. We all laughed and took a pull on our drinks.

The conversation was light and I could see that Gloria was enjoying the company. She had already been more open than I was accustomed to her being.

Another couple approached our tub, but I saw them coming this time. 

“Come on in and sit a spell!” I offered. “This is Alice and Jim. I am Lance and the lady next to me is my wife, Gloria.”

The man was tall and thin with an air of authority. The lady with him was average in height and very attractive and tanned. I guessed her to be around 40 and the man close to my age.

“Thank you for the kindness,” she answered. “I am Nancy and this is my husband, Horse. 

The rest of us looked at each other to see if we had heard correctly. We all had the same puzzled look on our faces. As they settled into the tub, Nancy cleared the confusion.

“His real name is some Norwegian word no one can pronounce, but sounds like Horse, so everyone has always called him that,” she revealed.

Horse and Nancy had brought their own drinks so we settled into a small festive party in the tub. By now it was full and Horse’s long legs seemed to take up the entire center. The tub had a couple seats that were higher and he had taken one of those. The water was just above his navel.

After another hour, no one was feeling any pain when Alice turned the conversation back to names.

“Do you use Horse on your mail and in signatures?” she asked.

Horse smiled and answered, “No, I use Sven.”

“Doesn’t it seem like it would be easier and require fewer explanations if you would use that name all the time?” she persisted.

Nancy laughed at the question and responded before Horse could say anything.

“I just tell that story to keep questions to a minimum. His real name is Sven and he is Norwegian, but he has been called Horse since he was a teen,” she laughed. “A widow with a bit of a reputation gave the nickname to him when he was 15.”

“This explanation gets stranger and stranger,” Gloria opined. 

“He was doing some odd jobs for her after school. He was a big kid,” continued Nancy. “Long story short, the widow seduced Horse and a legend was born. She told everyone ‘that boy is hung like a damn horse’ and it became his nickname.”

“Wow! What a great reason to have a nickname, Horse!” chuckled Jim. “Maybe I should have been prouder when everyone called me the jackass!”

“Are you telling us that your husband has a horse cock?” asked Alice. She impressed me with her bluntness.

“That is exactly what I am saying, Alice. That is what attracted me to him those many years ago,” she admitted. “It was a bit awkward explaining his name to my parents, though! That is why I originally came up with the Norwegian bullshit story. It was just easier.”

I had just met Alice a couple hours before, but I realized that for a big girl, she couldn’t hold her drink very well.

“Just how the hell big is it?” she demanded. “This is a subjective thing. One man’s horse is another’s pony.”

“Oh, I think he is a horse by any standard you would devise,” stated Nancy confidently. “Even doctors and nurses are amazed. Especially nurses!”

“Well, I am from Missouri,” replied Alice quickly.

“Alice, for God’s sake!” interjected Jim. “We can take Nancy’s word on this!”

Nancy had her hands under the water in Horse’s direction. He appeared to lift his ass a little and she soon produced his suit for all to see.    

“Here, Alice. Trade places with me and find out for yourself,” she challenged. “I have run into a Doubting Thomas or two before. The proof of the pudding is in the tasting!”

“I didn’t say anything about tasting it,” replied Alice as she stood to take Nancy’s spot. “I do want to find out for myself.”

With that she sat next to Horse, who had a huge grin on his face. We watched Alice lean toward Horse with her hand under the water. It wasn’t long before she had her answer.

“Jesus!” she exclaimed. “It isn’t even hard and it is long as a snake. I wonder how big it gets!”

From her upper body movements, it was obvious she was jacking Horse’s cock. Her eyes seemed to get wider and wider. 

“Gloria! Reach down here and feel this thing,” urged Alice. “Unless you are in a stable, you won’t find two like this!”

Gloria was seated between Horse and me. I chuckled at Alice’s suggestion. She didn’t know my wife if she thought Gloria would ever touch that big salami! Gloria hitched over closer to Horse and reached down! I almost shit right in the tub. How many drinks had my bride put down?

“Goddamn!” gasped Gloria. “That is huge! Alice and I both have it in our hands and there is still plenty left over. 

“Unless I miss my guess, it will be breaking the surface of the water soon,” predicted Nancy.

“Now I know you women are pulling our legs,” laughed Jim. “It would have to be ten or eleven inches to reach the surface. His periscope can’t be that long!”

About that time, Horse’s cock head emerged from the briny depths! First it was just the pee hole but gradually the entire head was showing. Gloria and Alice both leaned in close to stare. There was a stunned silence.

“To answer your next question,” stated Nancy, “it is 10 and a quarter inches long. Now do you admit I was telling the truth, Alice?” 

Alice seemed incapable of speech as she and Gloria both sat transfixed. They each had a hand under the water and it sure appeared that they were still stroking the old love muscle. Nancy smiled and moved in between Horses legs on her knees. She reached in and my guess is she had a hand full of cock, too. Horse was beaming as the three women worked his tube under the surface. 

“I want you both to see something,” whispered Nancy as she took control. “Look closely at the opening.”

I think they would have stepped in front of a train if Nancy told them to do so at that moment. Both women leaned ahead to look at the head of Horse’s cock. Suddenly, and with no warning, a long string of cum erupted from the pee hole and smacked Alice in the face. Both she and Gloria gasped and moved back.

As Gloria was gasping, Nancy aimed her husband’s cannon at her and fired another volley. It caught her in the open mouth and chin! Then, to my eternal surprise, Nancy leaned forward and took the cock head into her mouth. We could all see her swallowing rapidly to keep up with the discharge. I found myself wondering how big Horse’s balls must be. If they matched his dick, they would be like baseballs!

I knew Gloria hated the taste of spunk. She had allowed me to cum in her mouth once just after we were married. She had run into the bathroom spitting and then coughing. Shortly after I heard her stop gagging, I could hear her gargling. By the time she returned to the bedroom, I knew would be my last blowjob.

I turned to see Gloria close her mouth and swallow! Then she licked whatever she could reach on her lips and chin. I was reeling with amazement. To top it all off, Gloria took her finger and scooped up a few wads on her chin and put it in her mouth. My cock was ready to explode as I watched my wife.

Alice had leaned back and was doing the same! She reminded me of a cat taking a bath by using her paws. It was incredible. I finally turned to look at Jim. He was fisting himself under the water’s surface and groaning loudly.

“Fuck! That was amazing!” he gasped. “No one would ever believe me if I told them what I just saw. I would have better luck convincing someone I had just seen Elvis!”

Gloria turned to look at me and I saw color begin to creep over her face. It was as if she had just emerged from a trance.

“Lance, I am so sorry!” she whispered. “I don’t know why I did those things.”

It looked like she was close to tears as she spoke. She looked so lovely and vulnerable at the same time. I pulled her to me and kissed her lips hard. The same lips that had just licked Horse’s cum! She responded and soon our tongues were dueling and I was squeezing her tits through her suit. We broke and looked to see everyone watching us.

Nancy was smiling as she cleaned dripping sperm from her chin. Jim had pulled Alice to him and was playing with her ample set. 

“We need to get to our room fast,” croaked Alice. “Get our stuff and let’s get going, Mister!” 

With that they stood and stepped from the pool. Gloria and I were right behind them. The four of us made the elevator together. On the way up the women were giggling like teenage girls.

“Did you ever see anything so beautiful in your life?” Alice asked Gloria. “I would never have known anything like that existed. I bet Nancy has some fun with that monster. I wonder if she can take the whole thing?”

“How could she?” answered Gloria. “I always thought that Lance was pretty big down there, though he fits quite easily anymore. That thing would be a real challenge, don’t you think, Alice.” 

By this time the elevator door had opened and Jim and Alice had to get out. 

“We are in 908, you guys. Give us a call tomorrow. We will have to get together,” Alice added as the door closed.

Gloria and I were alone in the elevator and she turned to me and squeezed my still hard member. 

“You are hard as I have ever felt you, Lance! Did that show get you all hot and horny?” she teased. “What are you going to do to your naughty little wife for feeling some man’s big, hard cock? I think you will punish me someway for making that monster shoot its cum all over me, won’t you?”

Over the years we had played a game on occasion where we fantasized that Gloria had misbehaved in some sexual situation and I had to punish her. She enjoyed the submissive wife act. I had never really pushed it too much, but after watching events unfold in the hot tub, I had plans to push the envelope. 

I reached down and grabbed the part of Gloria’s top where it met her bottoms and quickly peeled it off her. We were now in an elevator with her topless. Her nipples were hard and she was panting. I had never seen her so hot.

The elevator stopped and I looked and realized it wasn’t our floor! We were down one floor from our room. The door opened and a couple a little younger than us started in. Then they saw Gloria standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.

The woman looked at her and then at me. Then she smiled at us.

“I see you have a little slut there,” she chuckled. “I think she should show my husband her tits.”

I reached down and lightly pulled Gloria’s hands to her sides as the husband grinned. He reached out and pinched Gloria’s nipples, quite hard I thought. Gloria moaned and quivered in my arms. The elevator stopped and I ushered her out the door.

“Take care of that little slut,” called the woman. “If you ever want to give her away for a night let us know. We are in the penthouse.” The door closed.

“Get down the hall, slut,” I demanded. “I am not done with you, by a long shot. I saw you let a strange man squeeze your tits and heard you moan. I never saw a slut more in need of punishment.”

It seemed like Gloria was back in that zone she had been in when she had Horse’s cock in her hand. I unlocked the door and dragged her inside. I then pushed on her shoulders and she went to her knees.

“You know what you have to do!” I told her. “Jerking a cock of in front of your husband, swallowing cum, and letting another stranger pinch your nipples cannot go unpunished!”

Gloria pulled my trunks down and swallowed my swollen member. I had been tuned on all night and especially the last half hour. I knew I wouldn’t last long as Gloria hungrily fed on my dick. As she did, I berated her.

“I am just finding out what a cock hungry little slut you are. You love them big, don’t you?” I asked. 

“Look at me while you suck my cock. You love big cocks don’t you?” I repeated. I pulled my cock from my wife’s mouth and slapped her with it several times.

“I do love big cocks,” Gloria answered. “The bigger the better. I want big cocks all the time!” With that she managed to corner my cock again with her mouth and went back to suckling me like a baby. With her ardor and all I had seen, I erupted immediately. Gloria never let up and sucked me dry. It was a night of firsts and then another one happened. I never went soft!

I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet and tossed her on the bed. I reached down and roughly pulled her briefs off and dove into her pussy face-first. She was soaking wet and orgasmed in the first minute of my efforts, but I didn’t quit there, as I usually do when I eat her out. I kept plunging my tongue deep inside per pussy and then sucking her clit. I got a pretty good system going and Gloria was having a constant orgasm. She trashed and jerked and finally tried to push my face away. I refused to stop and ate her to another orgasm. Then I pulled my face away and looked at her. At first I thought she was asleep, but really she had passed out for a second. I poised above her with my cock against her slit. She came around when she felt the slight pressure.

“Yessssss!” she urged. “Fuck my little pussy with that cock! I deserve it for being so bad. I jerked off a big cock in my little hand while you watched. What are you going to do about it?” 

I drove into her as far and as fast as I could. She passed out again as her pussy convulsed around my cock. I pounded her until she came around again and she wrapped her legs around me. I pinched her nipples with my left hand, much harder than I ever had before and she went of like a rocket! That was all I could stand and I drained my balls in her spasming cunt. Exhausted, I lay down on her chest and passed out myself.

I woke to the ringing of the phone, I looked at the clock and it was noon! Gloria was naked and sleeping next to me. My head hurt as I reached over to answer it.

“Hello? Lance?” asked the voice on the other end. It was Jim. “You didn’t call so I found out your room number. Did you have mind-blowing sex last night, too?

I groaned an affirmative into the receiver.

“Let’s meet by the pool in an hour,” he continued. “I can’t wait to talk about last night. Alice is so horny she is sucking my cock right now! I hope I can finish the job by one! See you then, Buddy.”

I conjured up a vision of Alice sucking Jim off and found my cock beginning to stir. I looked over at Gloria and climbed on her. Her eyes opened as I aimed my weapon and she smiled. 

“I must have been very naughty!” she cooed. “Are you going to poke me with that big, hard cock again?” 

That was all I needed as I began to enter her. How could she be so wet? I had a very horny wife on my hands and I did my husbandly duty to help her.




Norwegian Wood



It was a little after one when Jim and Alice found us on a couple lounge chairs by the pool. We were sipping drinks as they walked up with drinks of their own.

“Hair off the dog that bit you, Lance?” chuckled Jim as he and Alice pulled chairs up next to ours. 

In what I had come to learn was typical for Alice, she blurted, “I never have sucked Jim’s cock like I have in the past 12 hours. I cannot get over how excited that little show made me last night. I always loved Jim’s cock, but now I have seen a Horse of a different color, so to speak.”

We all laughed at her little pun.

“So Gloria, did you suck off Lance last night? Did that whole thing get you going, too?” Alice asked.

A week ago a question like that would have embarrassed and angered my wife. But then a week ago she couldn’t have answered in the affirmative. 

“I sure did!” answered my wife. Was this the same woman I married almost 25 years ago?

“I was so hot I couldn’t wait to get my lips around Mr. Peeper,” Gloria stated. I found myself wishing she hadn’t used our little nickname. “Lance stripped my top off in the elevator last night after you guys got off and it stopped before it got to our floor.”

“Shit!” exclaimed Jim. I knew we should have seen you two to your door. I would love to see your tits, Gloria!”

Again I looked at Gloria. She smiled as if she had been given a supreme compliment. The woman I had lived with for almost 25 years would have slapped his face and stomped off in a huff.

“Well thanks, Jim,” she answered. “We will be here for two weeks and who knows what Lance has in store for me. Any way, I was topless when a couple in their mid-thirties stepped into the elevator. I was so embarrassed and turned on at the same time. The woman smiled at me and told Lance he had a nice little slut and said her husband wanted to see my tits.”

“Christ!” moaned Jim. “I missed it!”

“Then Lance pulled my arms down that I was covering myself with,” continued Gloria as she favored Jim with another ‘thank you’ smile. “The husband reached out and pinched my nipples real hard. It hurt and felt fantastic at the same time. I think I had a small orgasm right there!”

“Wow, Gloria, that sounds so hot!” gushed Alice. “Jim never exposes me to anyone. I think he is ashamed of my 45 year old body.” 

“Where the hell is this coming from?” demanded Jim. “I’d run you around the mall naked if it would get me another night like the last one! I never knew you wanted to be exposed in public.”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you, Jim,” Alice answered. “You should be like Lance and know what I need and want, and I should not be given any choice!”

“Well I’ll be damned all to hell,” muttered Jim. “I never guessed it.”

Gloria broke in again and went on, “Lance made me suck him off for being such a slut. He saw us jerk Horse off and eat his cum, and then a total stranger pinched my nipples. He punished me for quite some time. He must have eaten me to five or six orgasms.”

“Gloria, you are making me jealous!” complained Alice. “Jim ate me to one and then fucked the shit out of me for a couple more. I suppose I can’t complain, though.”

I was listening and trying to digest all this information. It seemed that women, at least these two, secretly wanted to be dominated and made to perform sexual acts. I was learning more about women in one day than I had in my first fifty years!

We ordered a lunch and ate it next to the pool. The conversation drifted to other, less titillating things. We decided to take a trip and see the local sights. As I suspected would happen, we wound up shopping for clothes. 

Jim was bitching about it until I took him aside and told him we could make the shopping thing work for us. 

“I have been learning about women at an exponential rate on this vacation, Jim,” I told him. “Would you mind if I have a little fun with Alice? It won’t be anything too bad and I think she will be horny as hell if it works.”

“I’ve only known you a day but I like you, Lance,” admitted Jim. “As long as you don’t hurt Alice, go for it.”

Gloria was in a changing room when I walked up to Alice with an outfit. Jim was staying out of sight.

“Put this on and show me how it looks, Alice,” I insisted.

She looked at me and then at the outfit I had selected. I saw her eyes flicker.

“I can’t try that on, Lance. My bra will show. It is too low and sheer,” she reasoned.

I took her by the arm and walked her to a changing room far from where Gloria was changing.

“Alice, don’t wear a bra. Put this on and then come out and show me how it looks,” I replied. I never blinked.

She looked me in the eye, took the outfit and headed for the changing room I had pointed at. Jim quietly hurried up to me.

“What did she say? Will she do it?” he whispered. 

“She didn’t say anything and I am betting she will. Now go over and distract Gloria so she doesn’t ruin the mood,” I replied. 

I saw Gloria come out in some funny-colored dress and saw Jim shaking his head. She went back into her changing room.

I turned around and Alice was exiting her changing room. My breath caught. Her tits were showing like she was naked. Her skirt was short and tight. She stopped when she saw me and I motioned her over. I could see Jim watching from behind a rack of clothes behind her. 

“I think that looks great on you, Alice,” I told her as she approached me. “You have a very nice, big set of tits and this outfit shows them off nicely.

I finally had managed to make Alice blush! Her face reddened, but she smiled. 

“I am thinking of buying it for you, but I need another opinion,” I told her. 

“I am sure Jim will approve,” she smiled.

I took her arm and walked with her toward a young man looking at jackets. Alice saw where I was headed and began to resist. I held her arm firmly and continued.

“Excuse me, sir. I am thinking of buying this outfit for the lady but wanted an objective opinion as to how it looked on her,” I said to the fellow. 

He turned to look and I could see he felt like I was annoying him, at least until he saw Alice. Then I thought his eyes would leave his head.

“G…great!” he gulped. “She looks real good, really!”

“Would you mind being seen with a lady dressed like this?” I pressed. Alice was blushing again. The kid couldn’t get his eyes off her tits. Her nipples were getting harder by the second.

“Are you kidding?” he asked. “I would love it, as long as she wasn’t my mom!”

Alice and I both laughed at that remark. I thanked him and walked with her back toward the changing rooms. Jim came walking toward us and Gloria emerged from her room.

“Christ, Alice, your tits are showing,” Jim choked out. “You look great! Doesn’t she have some nice tits, Lance?”

“She sure does and I am going to buy her this outfit. I don’t think we could find anything that flattered her anymore than this does,” I added.

Gloria had come up to us in time to hear my statement.

“I can see why! Alice, your tits look great. Did I see you over showing that young man this outfit?” she asked.

“Your husband wanted another opinion so he took me over to ask the young man and I have to say he was quite complimentary,” answered Alice.

Gloria gave me a look. I could see her little mind working. She was wondering why Alice would do as I instructed. 

It was near dinnertime so I paid for Alice’s new outfit and after she changed back into her clothes, we headed back to the hotel. We had finished dinner and were waiting for dessert when I saw the woman we met in the elevator when Gloria was topless. She came over and leaned over next to me.

“Today is my husband’s 40th birthday and I am having a little party for him,” she began. “I hope I don’t come across as too forward but after last night in the elevator, I think we understand each other a little.”

“I was wondering if I could borrow your slut here for a couple hours?” she asked. Gloria, Alice, and Jim all made shocked expressions as they heard the lady’s request. I made a tremendous attempt to keep a poker face.

“What, exactly, did you have in mind?” I responded. “I am not in the habit of giving my slut wife away to strangers.”

Gloria blushed but somehow I could tell she was excited and pleased.

“Nothing too terrible, I assure you,” answered the woman. “Tom, that’s my husband, has talked about nothing but this tramp’s tits all day and how firm and full they were. It would be a special little surprise if she could be our maid this evening. I would get her a bustier that shows her tits off to great advantage while she serves drinks to my guests.”

I noticed that as she leaned over to talk to me, I was able to see down her neckline. The woman had nice tits of her own.

“I would think you would be well received as maid yourself,’ I grinned. “What do you propose to offer me for her services?”

The woman smiled back at me and leaned ahead more. Her nipples were hard and in full view.

“We are leaving for Europe in two days and we can let you have our penthouse suite after that. It has all kinds of extras, like a hot tub with a view of the city, two bedrooms and two bathrooms. Is that something that would interest you?” she asked.


I didn’t want to appear too eager but the whole conversation had made my cock as hard as steel! I tried to think of something to make it appear I had won the negotiations. 

“Here is what I propose,” I finally answered. Gloria seemed to be holding her breath. “You can use both of these tarts for your party tonight. They will do whatever you tell them, excluding any sex acts. You will come down to my room while your party is going and for half an hour you will give Jim and me each a nice massage, and you will be topless while you do it. You will tell your husband what you are doing before you leave and we will take a picture of you with us for you to take back to him, as well as a couple for Jim and me.”

I continued on, “We will take over your place in three days and use it till we leave in two weeks. You will take pictures of these two sluts parading around in front of strangers all exposed and have them return to my room with the photos. If it appears that they enjoyed the evening in any way, they will be punished when they return. You can have them for three hours, eight to eleven. You will be in my room from nine to nine-thirty.”

“I like the way you do business!” she laughed. “You have a deal. This will make my husband so horny he’ll forget he’s forty and act like a teen. I can’t wait to see his face when I tell him what I had to agree to do to get this slut for his party. Have them arrive about ten minutes before eight so they can try on their little outfits.”

With that she stood and headed out of the restaurant.

Everyone at the table was silent as they stared at me. Finally Gloria spoke.

“Lance, I can almost see how you feel you can send me up there, but what makes you think you can bargain with Alice’s tits, too? You have put her in a terrible position now! You have no right to make that deal.”

Alice and Jim were silent as I looked around the table before I answered.

“Gloria, we are on vacation and the thought of you being a topless waitress for strangers makes my cock so hard I can hardly stand it. Right now Jim has a hard-on and Alice is soaking wet. Jim is a great guy, but Alice needs to be used and flaunted a little, just as you do. Jim, for all his bluster, would not have made that deal, but he loves the idea,” I insisted.

Then I turned to Jim and Alice and spoke, “Do either of you deny what I just said? Do both of you want to go through with this mad scheme?”

“Jesus, Lance!” exclaimed Jim. “You have me pegged. The thought of our wives doing this is an incredible turn-on. The thought of that minx that was just here giving me a topless massage is about all I can stand. How do you feel, Alice?”

“Lance, you have figured us out very quickly! We are on this trip to revive our relationship, especially the sex, and this has me as hot as I have ever been! Thanks for including me in the maid thing tonight,” gushed Alice. “I can hardly wait, but I am scared to death at the same time.”

“Alice! I am so relieved to hear you say that. It will be easier with you there. I don’t know how Lance knows so much all of a sudden, but this has me extremely excited,” admitted Gloria. “We will show those people a couple of wives with four kids between them can still be sexy!”

Jim and I were waiting in my room in our boxers. It was kind of weird being alone with another man in his underwear. It was getting close to nine and we were both nervous.

“Did you see how excited our wives were when they left here?” asked Jim. “I never would have suggested Alice do something so wild, but I am glad you took it on yourself. Our sex life has been a little stale lately, but this trip has already done wonders. Alice has been in heat since we met you two in the hot tub.”

“They love the idea of being naughty, but don’t want to risk ruining their marriages. They know where their bread is buttered. This gives them the opportunity with our blessing. Actually it is more like our insistence,” I observed. “Women have these ‘harem girl’ fantasies where they do all sorts of wild things because they are forced to and not because they really want to. It allows them to keep their self-respect and still be stimulated.”

“Christ, Lance, It sounds like you have them all figured out,” replied Jim. “I know that Alice seems to like it when you dominate her a little. That just isn’t my nature, but she responds to it and I hope to profit from it later tonight.”

There was a knock on our door and our lady friend stepped in when I opened the door. The fact that we were in our boxers bothered her not at all. 

“Come in, take off your shirt, and then introduce yourself,” I directed. “The clock is running we expect to see your tits for the entire half hour.”

“I really like your attitude,” she laughed as she unbuttoned her blouse. She was wearing a black lacey bra and she looked sexy as hell. I stepped in and unhooked the clasps. She allowed it to slide down her arms and she placed it on a chair. Her tits were not too big, but very firm and her nipples were at attention.

“I am Brandy,” she stated as she extended her hand to me.

“Hello, Brandy,” I answered. “I am Jim and the guy over there is Jim. We both think you have real nice tits.”

She was an attractive woman and her smile made her beautiful. She used it on Jim and me.

“Thanks for the kind words. I needed to hear it after the way your wives are being drooled over upstairs,” Brandy revealed. “They are getting a lot of attention and they are such good sports. You guys must think the world of them.”

“Don’t start telling us how we feel about our wives so we’ll feel guilty about you being here topless. Are they doing okay?” I added.

“They were nervous at first. After half an hour they had the men eating out of their hands. My husband has a hard-on like never before, “Brandy confided. “He said it is his best birthday party ever.”

“Was he cool about you keeping your part of the deal?” asked Jim.

“He was angry for a minute, but he is a reasonable man. When he thought about your wives being with a whole bunch of strangers, he realized you weren’t asking anything too outrageous,” responded Brandy.

“The truth is he got real horny when I told him I had to be topless in front of you fellows,” she continued. “We have always enjoyed some games and fantasies in our marriage. I am beginning to think every married man wants his wife to be ogled by other men. I told him you would get pictures of my tits and he almost came on the spot.”

“I don’t know about Jim, but I am quite content to chat and look at your nipples, Brandy,” I confessed. “I don’t want any massage, except what you do for my eyes.”

“I’ll go along with Lance on that,” agreed Jim. “I do have to insist we get some pictures, though!”

“I brought my digital,” I declared as I waved my camera. “Now you two pose for me.” 

I put Jim and Brandy in different poses and she was a great sport. In a couple of them I had Jim holding her breasts or cupping her ass through her skirt. Then I handed Jim the camera and had Brandy rub her tits against me while Jim took the shots. Our half hour seemed to end in two minutes.

As she dressed to leave, Brandy turned to us and grinned. “You guys have been absolute gentlemen. That was really the only concern my husband and I had. I told him I felt you would be good to me, and besides, he has your wives up there!”

“Brandy!” I called as she was leaving. “Take my camera and get some pictures of our ladies being trashy. I want a lot of shots so we won’t forget tonight. I also think it will prove they are having fun and will need to be punished in some form.”

“I bet your ‘punishment’ will be some sort of incredible sex and they will be glad to get it,” Brandy guessed as I showed her the operation of my camera. “Be ready to punish them because they will return horny and naughty!”

With that she left. I looked at Jim and we both put our clothes back on and headed for the bar. We had another hour and a half before our wives were done.

As we sat at the table in the bar, Nancy and Horse came in and joined us. Nancy was curious why we were sans wives. Our explanation made her quite aroused.

“You never thought to include me?” she scolded. “That is so hot! I wish I were with them. Imagine a bunch of strange men looking at my tits, and with Horse’s permission! That would be so cool.”

“We haven’t seen you since that night in the hot tub,” I apologized. “I really don’t think I know you and Horse well enough to offer you for maid service.”

“Well you know now and if you get in any more kinky deals, count me in,” she replied. “Horse knows he is the only man for me.”

“I guess we all know why,” laughed Jim. “My wife has been talking about his incredible shooting cock ever since she saw it. You are quite the marksman with that puppy, aren’t you, Nancy?”

“Not to brag, but I have popped a few flies off the wall with it,” admitted Nancy. “I am accurate with anything within three feet.”

Jim and I looked at each other. Horse simply grinned. Neither Jim or I felt we wanted to challenge Nancy’s statement.

“We will be taking over the penthouse suite in a couple days and you guys are invited to join us in the private hot tub,” I offered. “Who knows? There may be some flies there that need to be exterminated.”    

We all laughed at that statement. Then at quarter to eleven, Jim and I made our way back to the room. We were both deep in thought.

“You know what, Jim?” I asked. “I think old Horse is not the sharpest tool in the shed. He just smiles and grins a lot. I think Nancy is the dominant one. She loves that big cock, but there isn’t a lot else there.”

“I was thinking the same thing, Lance,” replied Jim. “Nancy has a guy with a big cock, but he is not much of a conversationalist. I think she keeps him from saying very much and that way no one will notice he isn’t too sharp.”

The girls came back to the room around quarter after eleven. They were wearing bulky t-shirts that came below their asses. Both were laughing as they entered the room. 

“So did you two enjoy Brandy’s tits while we were working?” asked Alice. “It is so sad that your wives have to work while you guys get some topless model type to entertain you.”

“I bet you guys want to see our work clothes, don’t you,” asked Gloria. 

She whipped the shirt over her head and Jim choked. She stood before us with a bustier around her torso and bikini bottoms. Her tits were raised and looked absolutely huge and delicious! Her nipples were swollen and extremely hard. There were little marks all over her chest. I just stared at her. 

Alice then followed suit and her tits were bigger and her nipples were even more swollen and hard. She, too, had marks all over her chest. My cock began to swell immediately. I had tried to imagine how they would look but I had never dreamed they would be so incredibly sexy. Jim and I were unable to form words. We did manage some spittle that worked its way down our chins. 




Norwegian Wood



“Alice, you’d think they never saw any tits before, wouldn’t you?” laughed Gloria. “Luckily the gentlemen at the party you forced us to host were more vocal and appreciative.”

I noticed that Gloria was carrying our camera in her left hand. I grabbed it and tossed it to Jim. I then pulled both women to me and ran my arms around them and squeezed a tit in each hand.

“Jim! Get a shitload of pictures of us!” I admonished. “Then I’ll get some of you.”

“Men are so predictable, aren’t they Gloria?” teased Alice. “Every man we have met tonight had to squeeze these tits and get a picture. The only difference is some have more imagination than others when it comes to what they can do with four big tits to use as they want.”

Was that a challenge? I quickly began running my face in her tits and holding Gloria’s and then switched. I sucked them all, pinched them all, and pushed them all together and put four nipples in my mouth at once while Jim photographed us. Then I did the same for him, as he proved quite clever with a tit. By the time my memory card was full we had tried everything we could think of and the women loved it.

“I have to get this slut back to our room before I make a mess here in your room,” groaned Jim as he grabbed Alice’s arm and headed for the elevator.

“Wait until I get my shirt on, Jim” cried Alice.

“No way, you nasty little slut. You already offered those tits to half the men in the state. A few more won’t make any difference,” he proclaimed. Alice looked back at us and smiled as Jim led her down the hall.

I closed the door and turned to Gloria.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked.

“Lance, it was the most erotic, exciting thing I have ever done!” she responded. “Every man there asked me to meet him someplace when their wives weren’t near. Most of them slipped me their cell phone numbers. Toward the end, most of the couples left. I didn’t realize it but a few single, or at least unattached, men stopped in. I think someone that left early told them about the ‘maid service’, so to speak.”

The men were not really rude, but they kept getting more and more daring.” Gloria caught her breath and continued, “Brandy kept taking pictures and laughing as the guys mauled Alice and me and sucked on our tits and pinched our nipples and some even bit them. Brandy had told us at the start that if we became frightened or were being hurt or forced against our will we should tell her and she would stop things immediately.” 

“I was determined to not be the one to ‘cry uncle’. It seems that Alice had decided the same thing. The guys had their hands all over us, all at once. I felt someone trying to put their hands in my pants and I had several on my ass. I looked at Alice and she was getting the same. I started to get worried that the men would not stop, and part of me hoped they wouldn’t! I was so turned on,” admitted Gloria.

“Then Brandy announced loudly that it was eleven and the maids were leaving,” said Gloria. “It took a few minutes but the men freed us from their grasp. Tom, Brandy’s husband, was sitting in a big chair so I walked over to him and sat in his lap and wished him a happy birthday. I rubbed my nipples on his lips and he took them into his mouth and sucked on them while everyone, including Brandy watched. Lance, I had an orgasm while he did that! He released me and I staggered with Alice into the extra bedroom and we put on those shirts and left. Brandy promised to keep all the men there until we had time to get safely back here.”

“I know you sent us to the party and you knew we would be topless, but I wanted you to know everything that happened,” Gloria went on. “I was treated like a slut and I acted like one, and I had the best time of my life. Now I am afraid you will be upset with me. I am your wife and that means more than anything else. Are you upset, Lance? Do you think I am contemptible?”

“I knew you would like being admired and fondled, Gloria,” I quickly answered. “You also knew that if you were bad you would be punished by me. I will accept your confession until I download the pictures. I have been waiting here for you to return for your punishment.”

Gloria’s eyes seemed to light up. She smiled at me and dropped to her knees. Soon she had my hard-on buried in her throat I was pumping my seed deep into her belly. We would celebrate 25 years married in three days. I loved her more now than the first day! 



Norwegian Wood



"I swear to you, I don't usually do things like this." The compulsion to defend my honor drops the words off my tongue right as I'm noticing their incongruence; this is how I know I'm out of it, and part of me goes cold and clenches, bracing for impact.

"Things like what?" she asks, laughing behind the words as she drops her purse onto something solid in the dark and walks into the abyss with the calm assurance of one who either knows the terrain intimately or is too giddy to care whether she stumbles. I pat the wall for a lightswitch.

"Go home with strange girls. Mostly high. Hell, get mostly high in the first place... D'you have lamps here, or do we have to wait for lightning to see by?" Oh Christ. If I were her, I'd shoot me now and drop my body out the window. Shut up. I need to just shut up.

There's a snort or a snicker from deeper in the room and a weak light clicks on. Cyn--for this is how she introduced herself to me--weaves her way away from it, and I admire the view. "You are a lightweight, aren't you?" 

"I barely register on the scales," I answer, smiling wryly. "But I'm cute."

Another amused noise from off our little stage. Rain on her windows and distant thunder. What else is there to say?

The front room is much like the girl. Or maybe it's the other way round. A comfortable collection of things pulled out of pockets and mailboxes, empty glasses, thirdhand furniture and cathair. She has a cat. I now know three things about this pixie who's taken me in, and (as another sign of my daze) the cat is the most comforting piece of information. She takes in strays, my pixie does, and feeds them. I may yet survive with my kidneys intact. 

What the hell am I doing here?

"Come in, come in--you're dripping on my carpet."

And so I am. And so I do, toeing off shoes by the door so as to minimise the amount of mud tracked in.

 ~*~

Moonlight peering softly through the thunderheads and that waiting stillness in the air as we walked the park's trails, an accidental meeting and a fortunate combination of personalities making for conversation that ate the time whole and left no waste. I was half-stoned on her perspective (nevermind her body) before she even reached into her pocket, asked if I minded her smoke. She could've set me on fire; I couldn't mind anything she did. Instead, the heavens opened up and drenched us both. She laughed (and I could see something serious and sad behind it, but not clearly, not yet) when I looked at the sky, surprised and offended. "Come on," she'd said. "I live a block that way. This'll pass in a couple of hours; we'll get dry in the meantime." A block was more like a mile; I have no idea how she's timing the storm, and I doubt "dry" will be a word one can use to describe me for any amount of time. I want her so much it lodges in my throat, and it scares me senseless. So of course, here I am.

~*~

She isn't in the next room I come to, but I can hear her in the one adjoining. I realise it's a bathroom a split second after I step forward to glance in the door. 

Unblemished white skin gliding in rich, Reubenesque lines from skull to shoulder, shoulder to ribs and elbows, ribs to hips to knees to ankles, elbows to wrist and hands. Nothing but translucent skin and a faint sheen of rain between those dangerous curves and my eyes. 

Too far. 

This is too far. 

I step immediately back, mindless apologies rolling off my lips, and try to find somewhere else to look, something else to see. There is nothing else, and my mind reels, displaying details missed in first assessment. A steel nipple ring throwing light from her left breast. One small birthmark high on her right thigh which somehow still doesn't classify as a blemish. Her neat shave, a day's stubble beginning to show. God, stop; it's too much...

"It's alright, you know."

"Wha--"

"I promise." She steps out of the bathroom, a towel just barely wide or long enough wrapped round her chest. "Here. You should too; your lips are turning blue." She holds out another towel, this one, the same shade of maroon as the streaks dyed into her hair. "Go on; it's alright. I won't peek unless you ask me to." That almost-sad smile again--why is that there?

"I'm so sorry; I should've spoken first..."

She steps close, puts the towel in my hands and her face near enough to mine that I can smell the cannibas and cloves on her skin. "It's alright." Her eyes catch mine--hold them, let them go--and I walk further into the rabbit hole this tiny wee flat is becoming, towel clutched like a talisman.

Lightning flashes.

What in hell am I doing here?

)O(

"I'm noticing a theme," she says to me. 

It's later; if the storm is still storming, it's neglected to notify me, and I'm in no hurry to ask. We're sitting on her floor in front of a snappy fire, sipping wine and trading life histories and listening to our clothes tumble dry.

"How so?"

"You always wait. Wait for someone to start the conversation. Wait for some sign to tell you how to move. Wait for direction to get out of wet clothes. Wait for an invitation..."

"Is that such a bad thing, really? Would you prefer I presume?"

"That's just it. 'Would I prefer...'" She shifts round to lounge before me, head in palm, weight on one side and one elbow, "What, for once in your life, would you prefer?"

The lingering smoke makes this a far more profound question than it could've been. My preferences at the moment encompass world peace and a bit off affection, with no preference which I get. Also present, though: the niggling fear that always accompanies criticism; it draws my brows together and I study the dregs in my glass to avoid her eyes.

"My point. So damned afraid of offending someone or being rejected. This way it's not your fault if something goes wrong, because you were, after all, only following direction."

God. Damn. It. "I'm finding it rather hard to hear that from someone who's known me the grand total of one night," I answer archly, and immediately regret it, tone and words and all.

"You'd find it rather hard to hear from someone you've known all your life, but it's true all the same. Look. You can spend your life waiting for someone to take care of your needs, or you can look after them yourself. ... There's nothing wrong with asking for what you want, you know."

"There's not?" Sarcasm, a trace of anger, a trace of desperate hope. God, I hate to hear myself sometimes. When--when!--did I become this small, pathetic creature?

"Not one damn thing." Her eyes catch the firelight, throw it back at me in browns and greens and golds.

"Alright. Then..." (what am I doing?) "What if what I want is a kiss, ah? What if I'd like nothing better than to say to hell with the storm and to hell with our clothes and to hell with these damned towels, and see whether your skin is as soft as this light makes it look? What if I want to feel your nails down my back? Does that sound like an idea you'd throw in with? I'm asking."

I wish to God I had a camera; her face is priceless. Anger and curiosity and flattered pleasure and offense all marbling together. It's exactly what I expected, exactly why I was waiting, biding my time, instead of actually saying anything before. I raise my eyebrows.

She looks away, looks at the fire; after a while her composure returns. Silence. And damn it, just once I'd like to be proven wrong... Please prove me wrong... Still more silence.

"I have to work tomorrow; I should probably turn in." This from my marble pixie, quietly, and for the first time, she seems like a human girl, spooked and wondering what the hell she's doing. I wish I hadn't burst forth that way; she didn't deserve it and I'm seven kinds of ass. But how do you apologise now? Mute, I nod. 

She glances at me--no silent words, no telepathic messages, just eyes--and retreats to the bedroom. 

"Goodnight," I manage, as the door clicks shut behind her.

For half an hour, I stare at the fire and listen to the click of my buttons in her dryer. Court sleep. It avoids me, too. "Avoidance is the theme here," I mutter, padding into her laundry to fetch my things. "Avoidance and how it nets no one anything." I dress and douse the fire, wish I could lock the door behind me as I leave.

)O(

Dawn is threatening the horizon when my own lock tumbles open. Same kitchen, dishes obscuring every horizontal surface. Same living room, his socks and shoes scattered from pillar to post. Same bedroom, and him asleep in the same position I left him in last night. Some things never change. I strip off and curl up in the space inside his arms, put my feet on top of his. 

"Cold," he mumbles, barely coherent; I wait to see whether he'll flinch away or curl around me. He does neither. 

When his alarm goes off two hours later, I'm feigning sleep. 

If he noticed me gone, he doesn't mention it.



Norwegian Wood



Dark had already enveloped us while the sun continued its slow crawl down the horizon, the red and purple western sky barely visible above the tops of the soaring white pines, the dim light of dusk lacking sufficient strength to penetrate the forest to the dirt road our car bounced along. 

The woods swallowed us. 

Had I not known the road we travelled as intimately as an experienced lover knows how to please their partner we could have easily missed a turn here or a fork there, quickly lost amid the confusing tangle of logging roads which often mimicked the numerous private trails leading to clusters of lake properties in this part of Minnesota's north country. But I could have gotten us to the cabin blindfolded. In fact, that's exactly what I reassured Alicia. She said she was worried about getting lost, but perhaps her unease was more the apprehension of the woods closing around us, choking, suffocating us in the deep, silent blackness. I was only worried about hitting a deer, a tragedy I'd experienced twice before. I'd made the trek to my family's lake cabin at least a hundred times. I knew every twist and turn, every dip in the road, but it was impossible to predict where and when a deer would suddenly appear frozen in the headlights with glowing eyes like amber coals. 

A crumpled front end might have spoiled the celebratory mood of our weekend together, but as luck would have it we arrived at the cabin unscathed. We had packed light so carrying in our bags took only minutes, and then I set about building a fire in the wood burning stove to take away the chill of the late September night. While I methodically stacked kindling and a few of the smaller split sections of dried maple, Alicia took stock of the refrigerator.

"There's a bottle of chardonnay in here. Do you think it's okay to drink it?" she asked tentatively, showing consideration for my brother who owned the cabin since our father's passing. 

"Sure. It's okay as long as we replace what we use while we're staying here. It's not a big deal." I said without looking as I finished prepping the fire and struck a kitchen match on the zipper of my jeans to light the crumpled newspaper beneath the kindling. Satisfied with my skill at fire building I stood and turned around and found, to my great delight, Alicia had managed to silently remove her clothing and was working at removing the cork from the chardonnay with her back to me. I didn't make a sound myself, instead preferring to watch her as she pulled the cork with a faint pop and poured two glasses of wine, all the while bending ever so slightly forward at the waist, one foot placed in front of the other, giving me a perfect view of her gorgeous rear end. 

Not able to resist any longer than a few lingering seconds I closed the gap between us and took hold of her hips in both hands, pulling her against me, my rapidly stiffening member pressing against my jeans. I kissed her neck and traced a line to her ear with the tip of my tongue. As I gently sucked her earlobe I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts, enjoying the firmness of her flesh, cupping her perfectly shaped tits, relishing the firmness of her silky white skin in my palms, gently squeezing as I brushed the tips of my forefingers over her hard nipples. She reached behind to place a hand on my erection, squeezing it through the thick denim and making me even harder. 

"What's this?" she asked, still squeezing, knowing her manipulations drove me wild. I wanted to respond with something clever but my brain operated in a fog of testosterone and all I managed was a groan.

Alicia picked up the glasses of wine and turned to face me, holding out one which I accepted and started to raise to my lips, but hesitated, and instead proposed a simple toast. "Here's to a romantic getaway with my beautiful, naked fiancé." 

"Cheers," she said with a grin and we sipped our wine. 

Alicia looked deep into my eyes and I kissed her then, setting my wine glass on the table behind her and taking hold of her slim waist, pulling her tight against me. Alicia set her glass down and moved her hands to my shoulders as we kissed, our tongues dancing a passionate tango between parted lips, my hands sliding down her backside to squeeze her fantastically perfect buttocks. As we kissed Alicia unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper, deftly reaching into my underwear, and wrapping her fingers around my manhood. I kissed my way from her luscious lips down her neck and lightly pushed her breasts together and licked and sucked her erect nipples. 

Perhaps inspired by our solitude, Alicia's creative side surfaced and as I moved my mouth from one breast to the other she raised her glass and poured wine down her chest. I pressed my mouth between her breasts, allowing the wine to flow like a gushing rapids through her cleavage into my mouth. Unable to accommodate the flow, wine splashed over my face. Alicia giggled. Equally amused I laughed too and stood to hold her in my arms. It felt so good sometimes just to hold her, knowing I was her protector as much as her lover. It made me feel marvelous thinking about how safe she said she felt in my embrace. The world around us vanished when we held each other. 

My throbbing erection, trapped between us, suddenly reminded Alicia that we had some serious love making to do. Without a word she dropped to her knees in front of me and took my hard cock into her mouth, her hands on my thighs, squeezing as she looked up at me, our eyes meeting momentarily as she gauged the reaction on my face in order to confirm her actions pleased me. Then her gaze lowered to the task at hand and I watched in glory as half the length of my cock slid effortlessly into her mouth. She pulled back slowly, working her tongue back and forth vigorously in a rapid side to side motion against the underside of my cock. I gasped in pleasure. The sensation would have made me cum in seconds and I didn't want to cum already. I pulled back, withdrawing my cock from between Alicia's lips. "Hang on," I said, gently taking hold of her upper arms and bringing her to her feet. "I don't want to blow my load already. There's something I want to do with you."

"You can do anything you want to me," Alicia said grinning devilishly. 

I picked her up by her waist and she straddled me as she hung onto my neck. Without any effort my hard-on slipped into her soaking wet pussy all the way to the base, as if it had a mind of its own and knew where it wanted to be. "Oh fuck that feels good," I said. 

"You feel so good inside me," she said with a little moan. 

I bounced her on my rock hard shaft, my hands grasping her ass, supporting her weight as I fucked her. I turned and with my cock still inside her walked from the kitchen table to the bearskin in front of the wood burning stove. I practically threw Alicia down onto the thick fur, hot lust coursing through my veins, my heart pumping wildly with excitement. I kneeled and took hold of her legs and pushed her knees toward her chest.

Alicia's vagina was fully exposed and I paused a moment to gaze with appreciation at the beauty of what might be God's most perfect design, her labia glistening with the wetness of her passion, the delicate flesh of her slit, the neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair adorning the works. I hungrily lowered my mouth to her delectable pussy. I ran my tongue up and down the sweetly salty slit between her lips. Alicia moaned with pleasure. I let go of her right leg and inserted a finger into her vagina. She held her leg in place, spreading herself open for me to toy with her however I chose, soaking in the titillating manipulations of my tongue on her genitalia. I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clitoris and she practically purred like a kitten snuggled up to a warm body. 

"Oh my god," she gasped as I circled her clit with my tongue. "You're going to make me cum!" 

I stopped licking her clitoris, not wanting her to climax yet. I still had a plan to follow. Alicia had no idea what she was in for. "Not yet," I told her. "Trust me."

I inserted a second finger into her tight pussy and she gasped lightly, her hips lifting her butt off of the luxurious fur we lay on. Then I gently slipped my pinkie finger into her tight little ass and she said, "Oh you are so bad!" 

But she didn't tell me to stop and that was as good as a sign hanging around her neck reading please proceed. I still had on all of my clothes and I paused to remove my T-shirt and jeans. As I did this Alicia started to masturbate, rubbing her clit and grinding her hips in pleasure. I had to stop and watch, stroking my rod as I enjoyed viewing her pleasuring herself. 

"Stay right here," I said as I got up and hustled over to the few bags we had brought which were still in the entryway. I quickly unzipped my travel bag and pulled out a folded hand towel and returned to Alicia, my eyes wide with excitement, barely able to contain my enthusiasm, like a child on Christmas morning caught up in the rapture of expectation. 

I knelt between Alicia's legs and unfolded the towel. She stopped playing with herself and questioned me, "What are you up to?" Then she put her hands over her face in wary anticipation. 

"Just relax. You're going to like this. I promise." 

She looked apprehensive. I uncapped a small bottle of lube and squeezed a glob onto the tip of a demure looking vibrator, not much more than four inches long and only as big around as my thumb. I flipped the switch on the bottom and it came to life with a low pitched hum. I lay on my stomach, nestled comfortably between Alicia's legs on the thick bearskin. 

The fire crackled and popped. 

I slipped the vibrator inside Alicia's pussy and began methodically, slowly using my tongue on her swollen clitoris. The combined sensation was almost more than she could bear and her hips moved so much I struggled to maintain contact with my tongue on her clit. 

"You're going to make me cum!" she exclaimed. "Oh fuck!" 

I increased the tempo at which I worked the vibrator in and out of her muff and started rapidly flicking the tip of my tongue across her clit. The orgasm rocked her entire body from head to toe and when all of her muscles tightened at once I was locked between her thighs. Her shuddering seemed to last for eternity. 

"Come with me," I told her as I stood up and offered a hand. I led her to the sliding glass door and brought her outside onto the deck. 

"You have a hot tub!" Alicia exclaimed enthusiastically. 

"While I remove the cover maybe you could go get the bottle of merlot we brought?"

"Okay," she said and turned to go back inside. 

"Don't forget the corkscrew." I watched her slide the door open and was only mildly aware of the cool breeze on my still fully erect penis. The September night air was crisp and filled with the rich aroma of maple burning in the cast iron stove. 

I stepped over the six inch lip of the spa and down into the gurgling, 102 degree water. I moved to my favorite seat, the corner full body massage closest to the control panel, then turned on the jets and LED lighting. I changed the underwater light from blue to pink, Alicia's favorite color.

Alicia appeared carrying a tray. She had our wine glasses, a bottle of Merlot which she'd already opened, and much to my astonishment I also saw my toiletry bag. She's looked through my stuff and found my other planned surprises. "Oh you didn't?" I said.

"Oh I did," she replied. 

"You don't mind?" I asked cautiously. She set the tray down on the deck at the edge of the spa.

"I'm willing to experiment," she declared with conviction. She stepped gracefully down into the tub and moved to me, climbing on and straddling my thighs, her hands on my shoulders. Alicia's lips were soft and her mouth tasted sweet like wine. I leaned my head back against the foam seat cushion and let my butt slide forward in the spa seat so Alicia could position herself to take me inside her. 

She slowly moved up and down on my cock and I kissed and squeezed her magnificent breasts as she pressed them against my face while reaching for the wine. She managed to pour us each a glass, and we downed them hurriedly. 

I rolled Alicia over so she supported her upper body with her arms on the lip of the spa and the water supported her lower body, aided by my hands on her hips, her silky thighs resting on my own as I kneeled on the floor of the hot tub between her legs. I moved my hands to her pelvis, lifting her so her wet ass was above the surface of the water, the pale moonlight shining on her equally pale skin. I hungrily buried my face in her upturned ass, working my tongue up and down the cleft of her buttocks from anus to vagina, exploring her womanhood as I'd never dared before. She moaned softly when the tip of my tongue ran down the delicate divide between her labia and she spread her legs wide to accommodate my efforts. Then I pushed her up and over the rim of the hot tub so her hips rested on the edge of the spa, the water lapping at her thighs. No longer needing to support her, my hands were free to do as I pleased. I spread Alicia's butt cheeks and flicked the tip of my tongue against her tight little backdoor. Her ass was perfect and I loved squeezing and massaging her round, juicy butt, and I hungrily tongued her asshole and licked her pussy, sucking on her clit and pulling her ass against my face like my life depended on it. 

I paused for a moment and pulled a ribbed dildo and bottle of lube from my bag at the side of the spa. I squeezed out a liberal dollop of lube onto the tip of the dildo and used my fingers to smear it over the surface in a thin coating, then pressed the tip against Alicia's butthole. This was her first time experiencing anal play so I very slowly applied more pressure until the tip gradually opened the tight ring of her anus, then the first rib slipped past, and bit by bit the dildo disappeared into Alicia's ass. 

"Oh fuck that feels so good," she said. Alicia moaned in pleasure as I paused with the dildo completely buried in her ass and gently rubbed her pussy and clit. Then I withdrew the dildo equally slowly, one rib at a time emerging from between her cheeks. I reversed direction a little faster this time and when the dildo was embedded I pulled it out and pushed it back in with more speed. Alicia gasped each time I buried the dildo in her backdoor, and moaned every time I withdrew it, clearly enjoying the sensation.

I couldn't resist any longer and I stood and slipped my rock hard cock into her tight pussy and began fucking her from behind as I continued to use the dildo in her ass. I hammered her pussy with my big cock, plunging it in and out while working the dildo in matching strokes. My eyes feasted on the sight of her ass cheeks bouncing as I fucked her hot pussy. I was consumed with the animalistic desire to bury my cock in Alicia's tight asshole, so I pulled my dick out of her pussy and quickly squirted some lube onto the head of my cock, then positioned it against her butthole. I pushed and my cock slipped inside Alicia's ass and she gasped as her anus stretched much wider than the dildo. I increased the tempo of my thrusts and spread Alicia's butt cheeks open so I could watch my cock plunging in and out of her asshole. Alicia lifted her hips off the edge of the spa and shoved herself backwards to meet my thrusts, taking every inch of my cock. 

She was moaning loudly now and suddenly stood up and bent over the edge of the spa so her elbows were on the deck and her ass was high in the air. I took hold of her hips and rammed my dick up her butt. She cried out and that made me more crazed than ever. Now as I furiously pounded her asshole I slapped her butt cheeks, the bounce of her flesh and the sound of the slaps bringing me to new heights of pleasure. Each swat of my palm against her soft cheeks brought a cry to her lips and brought me closer to climax. I spread her ass cheeks wide and focused on pulling almost completely out and delivering long, full strokes with each thrust, my balls bouncing against her pussy. Alicia reached down between her legs and rapidly rubbed her clit while I relentlessly pounded her asshole full of my rock hard cock. And then she was cumming again and her anus tightened on my shaft. The sensation was beyond intense and I felt the wave building rapidly in my groin. I pulled my dick out of Alicia's ass and shot a huge load of cum onto her butt cheeks. Then we both collapsed into the water, completely exhausted and satisfied. 

That was Alicia's first time taking it in the ass, and she loved it. Ever since that night she has begged me to give her anal attention, as she calls it. I'm always happy to oblige.