Chapter 1: Deep Forest Violation In Diestelbruch
The pine needles bit into Petra's knees as she knelt in the damp earth, the grey overall bunched around her ankles like a shed skin. She tilted her head up, her hazelnut eyes locking onto Andreas with that half-lidded look she knew drove him mad, then closed her lips around the head of his cock and took him deep.
Andreas let out a low groan, his hand finding the back of her head, fingers threading through her brown hair. "That's it, baby. Just like that."
The wind moved through the pines, a soft hush that masked the sound of heavy boots on dead needles. Andreas's eyes drifted half-closed, his hips pushing gently against her mouth. Then something caught his attention. A flicker of movement between the dark trunks. Two shapes. Old men, watching.
His blood went cold. His hand froze on Petra's head.
"Petra," he whispered, but she just moaned around him, taking him deeper, her tongue working the underside of his shaft.
"Petra, stop." His voice cracked.
Hans Gerlach stepped into the clearing first, a slow grin spreading across his weathered face. His green field jacket was unbuttoned, and his eyes were fixed on the young woman on her knees. Klaus Vogt followed a step behind, enormous and silent, his coat hanging open over his white undershirt.
"Don't mind us, boy," Hans said, his voice rough like gravel. "She's doing a fine job."
Petra's eyes flew open. She tried to pull away, tried to yank herself off Andreas's cock, but before she could scramble to her feet, Klaus was already behind her, his heavy hands clamping onto her hips, yanking her back down onto her knees.
"You ain't going anywhere, girl," Klaus rumbled.
Then his tongue dragged up her slit from behind, flat and wet, and Petra gasped, her whole body jolting.
Hans stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. He crouched, his calloused hand cupping her jaw, tilting her face up toward him. She was shaking, her lips still glistening, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
"You like that, little whore?" Hans asked, his thumb dragging across her bottom lip. "Got your cunt all wet from sucking your boy's cock, and now an old man's tongue is on it. Feels good, don't it?"
Petra's eyes were wide, but she didn't close her thighs. Didn't pull away. Klaus's tongue worked her clit in slow, deliberate circles, and a shiver ran through her body.
"Answer me," Hans growled.
She swallowed. "Yes."
That was all it took.
Hans's hand cracked across her left breast, hard and flat. The slap echoed through the grove, and Petra cried out, her perfect pink nipple already darkening to a furious red. Andreas stood frozen, his cock still wet from her mouth, watching his girlfriend's tits bounce from the impact.
"You like that too?" Hans asked, his hand drawing back again. "Filthy little cunt. Presenting yourself out here like a dog in heat. You wanted this. You wanted old men to come find you."
Petra's eyes were glassy. She didn't look at Andreas. She looked at Hans, and she nodded.
"Then spread your legs wider, you fucking slut," Hans said. "Let Klaus eat that pussy like he's starving."
Klaus's thick fingers dug into her hips, and he pulled her back toward his face, burying his nose in her cunt. His tongue pushed inside her, thick and rough, and Petra whimpered, her hands sinking into the dirt.
Hans's hand came down again, this time on her right breast, a harder slap that left a bright red handprint across the pale skin. She moaned, a sound caught between pain and pleasure.
"Look at those tits," Hans said, grabbing one and squeezing hard. "Perfect fucking tits. Perky and young. Bet your boyfriend loves groping these, don't you, boy?"
Andreas opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Klaus pulled his mouth away long enough to growl against her skin. "I'm gonna fuck this ass raw when I'm done eating her."
Klaus dragged his tongue through her slit one last time, slow and filthy, then pulled away. His hands left her hips and clamped onto her ass, fingers digging into the pale flesh.
"Hold still," he growled.
He spread her cheeks wide, thumbs pressing into the crack, pulling her open to the cool forest air. Petra gasped, her back arching, her cunt still slick and swollen from his mouth. She felt exposed down to the bone, every inch of her on display for the old men and for Andreas, who hadn't moved, hadn't said a word, just stood there with his cock still hard and his eyes wide.
"Look at that," Hans said, stepping around to get a better view. "Pretty pink asshole, all tight and untouched. You ever fuck this boy's ass, girl?"
Petra's breath came in short, ragged gasps. "N-no."
"No?"
Hans's hand cracked across her ass cheek, a sharp slap that made her yelp and jolt forward. Klaus held her open, kept her from closing up.
"Then it's ours," Hans said. "Klaus, you said you wanted this hole. Take it."
Klaus shifted behind her, his weight settling. Petra felt his cock press against her asshole, thick and heavy, and her whole body tensed.
"Relax, girl," Klaus rumbled, one hand still spreading her cheek, the other gripping her hip. "Or it'll hurt worse."
He pushed. Just the head, and Petra cried out, her fingers clawing into the dirt. It was too much, too thick, a burning stretch that split her open. She tried to pull away, but Klaus's grip held her fast, and he pushed again, sinking deeper in one long, brutal thrust.
"Oh fuck," she whimpered, her voice breaking.
Klaus didn't stop. He held her open with one hand, his other hand coming down hard on her ass cheek, a slap that echoed through the grove. She was stuffed full of him, his cock buried to the root in her ass, splitting her wide.
"There it is," Klaus grunted, pulling back slow, then slamming in again. "Tight little German cunt, taking an old man's cock up her ass."
Andreas finally moved, his mouth opening. "Petra, we should..."
"Should what, boy?" Hans cut him off, grabbing a handful of Petra's hair and yanking her head up. "She's exactly where she wants to be. Aren't you, girl?"
Petra's eyes were wet, her lips parted, drool slicking her chin. Klaus fucked her ass with deep, punishing strokes, his balls slapping against her cunt with every thrust. Her body was on fire, stretched and raw, and she couldn't think, couldn't speak, could only nod.
"Say it," Hans demanded, twisting her hair. "Say you're our filthy little whore."
"I'm," Petra gasped, Klaus's cock punching the air out of her lungs. "I'm your filthy little whore."
"That's right," Klaus growled, his hand coming down on her ass again, turning it red. "And this ass is mine now. Every time your boy sticks his cock in you, you'll feel how loose I left you."
Klaus's rhythm didn't slow. He drove into Petra's ass with a wet, relentless beat, his balls slapping against her slick cunt, his fingers bruising her hips. She was past crying now, just taking it, her mouth hanging open, drool stringing from her lip to the dirt.
Andreas watched her. Watched the way her back arched, the way her tits swung with every thrust, the way his girlfriend's eyes rolled back like she was in another world entirely. He should have stopped this. Should have pulled her away. But his cock was still hard, aching, and Petra wasn't screaming for help. She was moaning.
Hans saw it. A slow grin spread across his stubbled jaw.
"You want a piece of that, boy?" Hans asked, jerking his chin at Andreas's swollen cock. "She's already got one hole stuffed. You gonna give her the other, or you gonna stand there like a limp-dick coward while old men fuck your girl better than you ever could?"
Andreas's throat worked. "She's my girlfriend."
"She's a whore on her knees in the woods," Hans said flatly. "And she's dripping wet for it. Look at her. She ain't thinking about you right now. She's thinking about how full she is."
Klaus grunted, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then slammed home again. Petra cried out, her fingers clawing trenches in the moss.
"Please," she whimpered, and Andreas's heart stopped. "Please, I need more."
Hans laughed, a dry rasp. "There it is. You hear that, boy? She's begging. And she ain't begging you."
Andreas's hands clenched. Something hot and ugly twisted in his gut, jealousy and lust tangled so tight he couldn't tell them apart. He stepped forward before he could think about it, his boots crunching on dry needles.
Petra's eyes found him. Wet, glassy, desperate. She reached for him with one trembling hand.
"Andreas," she breathed. "Please."
He didn't know what she was asking for. He didn't care. He grabbed a fistful of her brown hair and yanked her head back, and she opened her mouth without being told, her tongue sliding out, waiting.
"That's it," Hans murmured behind him. "Show her who she belongs to."
Andreas shoved his cock past her lips, thick and hot, and Petra moaned around him, her throat working as she took him to the root. Klaus kept pounding her ass from behind, and with every thrust she was shoved forward, her lips sliding up and down Andreas's shaft, her nose brushing his pelvis.
"Look at that," Hans said, stepping around to watch. "Boy's finally got his head out of his ass. You like that, girl? Your man's cock in your mouth and my friend's cock in your shitter?"
Petra couldn't answer. She just moaned, spit slicking her chin, her eyes rolling up to meet Andreas's.
Klaus's hand came down hard on her ass, the slap echoing. She jolted, her throat tightening around Andreas, and he groaned, his hips bucking into her mouth.
"Fuck," Andreas gasped. "Fuck, Petra, you're so fucking tight."
"Wait till she comes," Klaus grunted, his pace quickening. "She squeezes like a fist when she comes. You'll feel it around your cock."
Andreas's grip on her hair tightened. He started fucking her mouth in earnest, matching Klaus's rhythm, the two of them driving her between them like a toy. Hans watched for a moment, then dropped to his knees in front of her, his calloused thumb dragging across her wet nipple.
"Such pretty tits," Hans said, squeezing one hard enough to make Petra whimper around Andreas's cock. "Bet they bounce nice when you're on top. Ain't that right, boy?"
Andreas didn't answer. He was lost, his hips slapping against Petra's face, her nose buried in his pubic hair.
Klaus growled, his grip on her hips turning brutal. "I'm close. You gonna take every drop, girl? You gonna let an old man fill your ass?"
Petra's eyes went wide, and she nodded as much as she could with her mouth full.
Klaus slammed into her one final time, buried to the root, and came with a guttural roar, his cock pulsing deep in her guts. Petra whimpered, her whole body shaking, and Andreas felt it, the clench of her ass around Klaus's cock, and it pushed him over the edge. He came in her mouth, hot and sudden, and she swallowed, her throat working around him until he was spent.
He pulled out, panting. Petra collapsed forward onto her hands, spit and cum dripping from her lips. Klaus pulled out of her ass with a wet sound, and she sagged, her body trembling.
Hans grabbed her chin, tilting her face up. "You did good, girl. Real good." He looked at Andreas, who was still catching his breath. "You got a good whore here, boy. You treat her right, she'll let you do this again."
Andreas stared at Petra, at his cum on her lips, at Klaus's cum dripping down her thigh. She was looking up at him, and there was no shame in her eyes. Just hunger.