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Gone Down update
🕑 Added 2024-01-05 19:00:01 +0000 UTCAs Davy’s cock pumped into her, Val sighed and tried to ignore the Messerschmitt that had probably sighted her already, seen her and what she was doing. She couldn’t bring herself to worry about it. The awareness that she’d been seen sleeping with the enemy was really a minor thing.
She focused instead on how good this felt. It was an easy thing to focus on—since every skewering thrust and orgiastic bloom of pleasure was impossible to ignore. Davy’s reaming of her pressed her knees down hard on her breasts. She wiggled and found that a little movement stimulated her nipples. And they were already so stiff and so sensitive that the Messerschmitt slipped right out of her mind.
“I love this, schweinehund, LOVE IT!” she growled.
Davy didn’t answer. He was trying to avoid being overwhelmed too. The only way to fuck Val in this position was to do a kind of push-up, his arms on either side of Val’s body—stiffening to draw him away from her, then relaxing to bore down upon her.
“If you love my cock this much, I can’t imagine how much you like getting dicked by the master race,” Davy quipped.
“Verpiss dich!” Val sneered at him, though her taut stomach muscles tensed and firmly squeezed his cock. As much as she might insult him, she wouldn’t let go of his pleasuring tool.
Davy shifted his shoulders, letting one of her legs flop down to the beach. This enabled him relax, supporting more of his weight on the ground. He was able to piston even harder into Val. Though there wasn’t as much power in this stance, he had learned her body too well for strength to be the only thing he used to get her off.
Each time he drove into Val, he twisted his hips a little. Grinding his pelvis into her clit to stimulate her. The little bud was already protruding from its hood, wanting all the attention he was giving it and more.
“I’m the ubermensch, aren’t I, Valkyrie? And you’re meant to serve me—this cock—meant for your tight little pussy—the same way it’s meant for me!”
Val shuddered. The leg that had dropped down onto the sand was in Davy’s hand now. He stroked the inner thigh, the sensitive flesh, sending a tremor up into her cunt.
“Ja, ja, you are the superman!” she gasped, seeing the Messerschmitt circling overhead and knowing that it was seeing all of this. That even if the Nazis rescued her, they would still know she hadn’t resisted.
And she would know. She would know forever that no matter what the Fuhrer said, Davy was the real ubermensch.
“And I’m going to breed you,” Davy groaned, his face buried in her obsidian hair, enjoying its softness—so much like her voluptuous body while he pounded into all its welcoming give. “That’s real superiority. You taking my seed. Isn’t it!?”
He slowly stroked upwards, fingertips dancing along the nervously firing muscles of her thigh, caressing her so Val was pulled in three directions. The fucking that had already gotten her off, the stimulation of her clit, and the fondling of her thigh that shouldn’t have been doing anything, but it was, oh, it was!
She orgasmed, her entire body locking, then letting out a howl that surely the Messerschmitt could hear all the way up in the clouds. “MEIN HERR!”
Davy winced and poked his pinky into one ear. “Sheesh, can’t you Huns ever keep it down?”
“If you don’t like it, don’t fuck me so hard!” Val retorted. “Dummkopf! I love your hand down there! A little volume shows how much I love it! Yes, ja, fuck me that hard! Make me even louder!”
“I’ll always fuck you hard,” Davy boasted. “A Kraut like you doesn’t deserve to be made love to.”
“Nein, nein, fuck me hard! Fuck all the swastika out of me! Make me love that big Teufel more than I love the Reich!”
His hand stroked up and down her leg, sending reverberations through her body like she was all a cello he was delicately playing. Her lower body was still steaming hot from the barrage he’d launched onto it. Just shifting on the coarse sand stimulated her creamy, tender body. The pain of his entry had faded like morning mist and all that was left—no matter how big he was, how hard he fucked her—was sheer pleasure.
Val let her delight storm through her body, threatening to overwhelm her, driving her to demand far more of Davy’s fucking. She looked down her body to see his cock disappearing into her pink blossom, an angry red bludgeon moving forcibly in and out of her. Every thrust ratcheted up the pressure she felt, the need for release. Val wouldn’t be denied, knowing that when relief finally came, the explosion would be gigantic.
“I need more, Davy! Let me have more! Let me on top!”
She managed to wrap her legs around Davy’s midsection. She applied leverage and Davy let himself be rolled over, bringing Val on top of him. She grinned: straddling his midsection, sitting on top of his impaling cock. The sight aroused her even more than it had when she’d been on the bottom. Val raised herself up and at the same time tightened her inner muscles. Holding onto his prick while she pulled herself off it.
Davy groaned and quaked at the suction he felt, the clenching muscles rolling along his length. His prick jerked and twitched inside her pussy. Val barely managed to stop herself from moving. She didn’t want to get him off too quick. She wanted to get the most out of this fuck for as long as she managed to be on top.
“Feels like you’re trying to pull my cock off!” Davy cried.
“No, you can keep it,” Val told him, “so long as you let me have it whenever I want!”
Bringing herself up until only Davy’s cockhead still touched her, she paused. Letting her aroused juices run down all of his endowment. The slow movement of her cream was sure to bring his arousal to a fever pitch.
It did. Davy felt like his cock was sinking into a bath of some rich, luxurious oil.
Then Val relaxed until gravity took her. Bringing her down hard on Davy’s prick. Closing the fist of her cunt around his manhood. She grunted but it felt good, despite the exertion of spreading for him. The sudden feeling of being full enough to burst brought her immense satisfaction. It also almost made Davy erupt.
“Can’t take anymore! Just can’t!” he groaned.
“But I want it! I want mooore!”
She soared upward even faster than she had before. And when Val came down, she stuffed herself with Davy’s cock as if desperate to have it all inside her. Twisting as she swallowed it all so that carnal joy radiated through Davy’s body, tightened his balls and sending his cum climbing up into his shaft.
“Holy God, you’re gonna make me come!” he panted. “Yeah, gonna come right in the middle of you, gonna fuck you all the way to your brains! Make me come, goddamn you, get my motherfucking cum!”
“I want it, Liebchen, you must know I want it!” Val gasped.
She was affected as strongly as Davy. All of her body felt wrapped around his sheathed cock, the folds of her pussy all radiating heat. With every bounce her seething pussy was entered and touched far up into her belly.
Best of all was the knowledge that she had control, using the tempo of the fuck to please herself. It gave her a feeling of superiority. Of being on top of the world, a suitable mate for this god among men she was servicing. He might have mastered her, but she was the only one worthy of him. And it got her off.
Val came like Birdie’s cannons, blasting again and again each time she plunged down Davy’s column, a reward for managing to take all of his intimidating shaft. And when her inner walls strangled his manhood, it sent Davy over the precipice.
He felt the hot tide of his eruption seeping into his length, burning inch by inch through his swollen endowment, all while he tried to hold back, buying just a few more seconds for Val to satisfy herself on him.
Then it was beyond his control. His prick thundered and fired, delivering his white-hot cum into Val’s hungry sex. He filled her up with sticky seed, Val coming the entire time he spurted into her.
Until finally she fell to his chest, puffing and panting from the experience, as he was. Davy was exhausted, but it was a good tired, a sweet fatigue that would become new deliciousness as the wait for more dwindled down and the anticipation for what was to come grew sharp.
Val looked down at his prick, fallen out of her snatch to lie across Davy’s belly. “It looks like I finally found a way to ground you,” she said.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “And I found out how to stay on your tail no matter what happens.”
