"The German Pilot" Part 1

The women had stopped what they were doing to watch the fighter-plane dogfight in the distant sky. The two black dots were chasing each other and had obviously split away from their peers as no other aircraft were visible. It was impossible to see who was who at that distance. Paul Potke wrenched the joy-stick of the ME 109 fighter bringing his aircraft to bear on the British Hurricane fighter and squeezed the firing button. The aircraft juddered as the cannons roared into life and the allied aircraft was torn apart. "Shit, that was a close one Paul muttered -these Brits are getting better all the time." He turned for home , anxious to leave the scene quickly and avoid more enemy fighters when he realised he was losing fuel, and quickly - he'd taken a few rounds himself in the fight and his fuel line must have been damaged. Paul very quickly faced the fact that he would probably end the day a Prisoner of War but at least he'd be in one piece, and POW camps would only be temporary as Germany was bound to win the war within a year.

Mrs. Gibbs stared hopefully at the approaching aircraft, perhaps it was the British plane, fingers crossed! Her heart sank as she saw the familiar black crosses under the aircraft - "The bastard!" she breathed - another boy like her 18 year old son murdered by these German barbarians. The aircraft seemed very low to her when suddenly she saw the pilot emerge and parachute - onto her land! The aircraft itself flew on as though still piloted (and would crash in a fireball many miles away). The authorities will never look here she thought quickly, her mind racing. She turned to her young Women's Land Army girls and shouted out "Come on girls, grab a pitchfork - we'll capture the bastard. Sue, get the shotgun from the house and meet us there - he might be armed." Mrs. Gibbs along with the other two girls raced to the scene. Months of farm-work, with all the men away at war, had made the girls very fit and healthy - their figures had also benefited and they all looked very sexy in their tight riding breeches. Paul had infact caught his head on a branch and was somewhat dazed though otherwise allright when he saw the girls arrive. In the distance he could also see another girl approaching with what looked like a rifle. These girls looked damned attractive he thought, fit and healthy looking like German girls and so unlike the seedy chain-smoking French whores he'd had to put up with near his Luftwaffe air-base in France. His reverie was soon broken. "Get em up," Mrs. Gibbs shouted breathlessly motioning to his arms whilst holding a pitchfork menacingly. She rushed over and pulled the pistol from his holster. Paul quickly got the idea that these women wouldn't be making tea and scones for him while they waited for the soldiers to come. He couldn't help noticing the excited stares of the two younger girls, or their firm breasts rising and falling beneath their blouses as they caught their breath on this sticky summers day. It soon became apparent that Paul's non-existent English was matched by the women's complete lack of understanding of German. The other girl, a delicious 18 year old red-head had arrived and he was marched back to the farm-house at gun-point. Paul and the four women soon arrived at the farm-house, on the way he had felt his libido rise, surrounded as he was by four attractive healthy women. The woman in charge appeared to be around 36-38 years old and with a full figure, including a large shapely bottom crammed into a pair of cream riding breeches perhaps a size too small. The girl with the shot-gun was a lithe teenager with bright red hair, Paul suspected she may be able to use the gun. The other two were brunettes, one of average height with small breasts but with one of the most sexy bottoms he had ever seen - large but remarkably rounded and firm - the other a large girl, perhaps half an inch taller than him at around six feet tall and well proportioned with a very large bottom and full breasts, though she would not be classed as overweight. The pair seemed about the same age as the red-head, probably 18-19 years he felt. The three young women wore a kind of uniform, green blouses with light khaki tight-fitting breeches and black leather boots. Mrs. Gibbs broke the ice. "Jane," she said addressing the tall girl, "would you fetch a rope from the barn, I'll feel better when we've trussed him." The red-head eyed him from behind the shot-gun with a measure of interest - Paul was not unattractive and was obviously a fit and strong man - infact he looked quite dashing in his blue Luftwaffe uniform with a gleaming Iron Cross pinned to his chest. The other brunette, Linda, also had a similar interest - infact all three were very good friends now, with a healthy respect for Mrs. Gibbs. The regard for him, however, was tempered by an antipathy towards 'all things German' which had been imbued in them partly by war propaganda, but mainly by Mrs. Gibbs almost pathological hatred of Germans since the loss of her father in World War One and recently her son in France. Jane returned and Mrs. Gibbs took the rope from her. Her malicious mind was already formulating a scheme for their prisoner. She bade Paul to sit in a heavy kitchen chair and proceeded to tie him onto it tightly until it was impossible for him to move. Once satisfied with her handiwork, she invited the girls into the living-room for a celebratory drink. The trio all felt that although Mrs. Gibbs had never been unfriendly towards them she had never been this informal and warm - infact she almost seemed jubilant. She laughed and joked about the incident as she plied the girls with drink, then began bad-mouthing the German in the kitchen as she recounted her Father's brutal torture and murder in the First War (a hate-fuelled fantasy - infact he had simply been hit by shrapnel) and a similar tale she had invented for her son's death. She could see that the girls were responding well, especially after months of similar indoctrination. After an hour or more, Mrs. Gibbs decided it was time to test her idea on the girls now that they were more amenable. "Look girls," she began "I'll be honest and tell you that I'm sickened by the idea that that bastard is going to be on his way to a cushy Prisoner of War camp after we phone the Police - and if you want my opinion we should have shot him on the spot and said he pulled a gun on us!" She watched their reaction and was pleased to see no objecting faces, when suddenly red-headed Sue spoke up to her absolute delight " I'd have backed you up Mrs. Gibbs, no problem, infact I'd have dropped him myself - he's probably bombed countless innocent people already." (The fact that Paul was not a bomber pilot had no interest to the women whatsoever in their current mood.) The girls looked at each other and the mood had become somber and serious. Mrs. Gibbs continued, "The way I look at it girls if we don't phone the Police, the authorities will simply assume he died in that big fire-ball we saw in the distance, infact he might as well have done." Linda interjected, betraying her relative innocence, "What - are you suggesting we shoot him Mrs. Gibbs - is that legal?" " Not necessarily shoot him Linda, we could hang him in the barn - who's to say he didn't break his neck in the fall and we found him dead - it just means one less German who isn't going to escape and murder again (by now Paul, a quite ordinary 30 year old man, had assumed the mantle of a mass murderer of innocents in the women's minds). "You really think we can get away with it?", Linda replied. At that point Mrs. Gibbs knew she had achieved her goal, the girls were with her, "Of course.", she replied simply and smiled.

During the next thirty minutes the women formulated their plan under Mrs. Gibb's guidance. The pilot would be secured for the evening and they would strip his uniform off and burn it along with any identification papers he had. In the morning they would take him to the barn and hang him after which Mrs. Gibbs said she would dispose of the body around the farm so that no trace would remain - even if she had to feed the body to the pigs! The girls were not to worry about the disposal of the body, it would be her responsibility and she was in no way squeamish after being on a farm all her life (infact she had butchered and castrated many farm animals - it was second nature to her). Linda and Jane had warmed surprisingly well to the idea, whilst Sue's only feelings of guilt related to her feelings of sexual excitement at the thought of helping to kill the pilot - and of stripping him....she squirmed her pert bottom on the settee sub-consciously.

When the women returned and the older woman began un-tying him, it was obvious to Paul that they had been drinking, which was a little worrying as the pert bottomed red-head had the shot-gun again. However, when the woman in charge began undressing him before the teenagers Paul decided that these women were obviously going to fuck him before turning him over to the authorities! He was soon fully naked before the questing eyes of the women - if only he could speak a little English. Perhaps there were few men in this area? Either way he was more than ready, although four women could demand a lot of a man. A thick blanket was thoughtfully laid on the table and he was motioned to lay on the large oak kitchen table. Mrs. Gibbs skillfully bound his wrists and ankles to the four table legs until he was spread-eagled before them all - his rather large penis lolled over his big ball sac between his spread legs and attracted no small amount of attention from the prying eyes of the women. Linda had had a couple of boy-friends and enjoyed sex, and was aware enough to know that the German was a big man, bigger than her two previous boyfriends. Mrs. Gibbs was also well enough aware of this although Sue had only a brief and 'fumbled' sexual experience whilst Jane was, surprisingly, still very much a virgin. Mrs. Gibbs grunted and placed a tea-towel over the offending organs much to Paul's surprise and confusion - though he still assumed they were going to 'use him' at some stage - perhaps they were shy in front of each other and would use him later? The day had worn on surprisingly rapidly and Mrs. Gibbs suggested an early night as there was a lot to be done the next day.....

Paul dozed fitfully in his bonds, whilst upstairs the Mrs. Gibbs was restless and the girls chattered excitedly in their room. They discussed everything from how much the German deserved his fate; to how long he would take to be hung and if he would struggle much; to the large size of his 'willy' and balls; to how Mrs. Gibbs would dispose of his body; to finally the admission that each would like to watch the body being disposed of..... Sue even speculated that if the 'willy' was cut off and fed to a pig it would be quite a mouthful for it to chew on. The trio stifled their girlish giggles. The girls continued their lustful banter until finally it was Linda who inevitably suggested that it would be a good idea if they were to go quietly downstairs and take another look at the pilot's 'meat and two vegetables' under that tea-towel... Though Sue sensibly suggested that he should be gagged in case he makes any noise and wakes up Mrs. Gibbs.

Paul was fully asleep when the trio entered the kitchen and awoke as he felt Sue forcing a kitchen cloth into his mouth. 'Shit, this was it he thought, they're going to fuck me.' He looked around and saw that the girls were looking very sexy in soft cotten night-dresses, he could see knickers outlined underneath and could clearly smell femininity - excited femininity - he caught a profile of Jane's very large bottom pushing her night-dress out. Linda moved quickly between his legs and threw the tea-towel to one side. He flinched as she suddenly clasped his heavy lolling penis and coarsely lifted and squeezed it. Jane could not take her innocent eyes from the organ. Sue joked "Here piggy, piggy, suppers ready!" The other two fought back their giggles until all three suddenly stopped and stared as the inevitable happened. Paul's large organ began to fill in Linda's hand - it continued until it throbbed into a huge thrusting erection and the fore-skin rolled back to expose the glistening mauve plum within. Jane audibly caught her breath. Linda was affected by the sight and feel of the pulsing flesh-column. Sue drily remarked "My God, there's enough for the bloody pig's whole family there - he's huge...", whilst Linda added "Must be what they call a big German Bratwurst sausage..." Despite the witticisms the girls were not laughing, they were for the moment lost in their own private lustful thoughts. Linda directed the excited column upwards and inspected the balls, which jostled in their sac as she did so. Her left hand moved in and felt them, she trapped the right one between her finger and thumb and felt it's firmness. Paul stirred as he felt the light pressure there and the slight ache it caused in his vulnerable and helpless testicle. Linda smiled to herself at his reaction. Jane's lack of experience was no secret to Sue or Linda and Linda generously motioned Jane over to inspect the focus of their attentions. Jane reached out hesitantly and grasped the straining male flesh - it felt pleasant, smooth and silky yet so hard just beneath the surface. It resisted her slightly as she lightly moved it around to examine it. Paul was breathing more heavily now, the girl's attentions felt fantastic, even more so due to this girl's obvious inexperience. Sue interjected, "Mind he doesn't come, he'll make a hell of a mess and Mrs. Gibbs will catch on." Linda reassured her, "Don't forget Sue I was studying to be a Doctor until I joined the Land Army a few months ago - the scrotal sac tightens before a man comes and I'm keeping an eye on him - a good ball-squeezing will soon calm him down if he gets too frisky." Jane's entire attention was upon the hot flesh in her hand, she felt curiosly for the balls and rolled them around - she was very conscious of her excitement and could feel the moistness of her vagina. Linda continued "You know they say that when a man is hung he can become very excited and even come in his death-throes - I wonder if Mrs. Gibbs is aware," she smirked. Jane considered Linda's comment with interest even as she toyed with Paul's organs, and tried to imagine the man's white seed coming out in front of them all in the morning whilst he struggled on the rope. Jane was pulling on the man's balls when she was distracted by the sight of Sue suddenly pulling her night-dress over her head. Sue was becoming excited and was intent on moving things forward - there was little modesty between the good friends. "I'm going to see if he likes English 'boobies'," she said as she moved to his chest, now wearing only her sensibly cut cotton knickers. Paul stared feverishly at her pert young breasts, he noticed that her nipples were swollen and reddened with obvious sexual excitement, her breasts jiggled slightly as she moved to him. Sue began running her hands over his firm chest and then hung her breasts over his face - Paul was quick to respond and caught one of the excited nipples in his mouth. "Good boy, good boy..", Sue murmured - whilst Jane continued to pull on his balls and agitate his pulsing erection. The other girls did not notice when Linda lifted the hem of her night-dress and reached inside her knickers to retrieve a small packet. They did notice, however, when Linda silently waggled a condom in front of them. "Linda...", Sue hissed through her teeth. Jane instinctively moved aside and Linda captured the large erection, levering it down slightly as she began rolling the condom down. Paul breathed heavily through his nose at the exquisite sensation and the realisation that his long awaited fuck appeared to be imminent. Linda thumbed her knickers down, but left her night-dress on, and mounted the table in a now silent room. She turned towards Paul's feet and straddled his hips, gripping the urgent flesh-column and directing it towards her succulenct femininity. Paul moaned as he felt his plum push against the moist heat of her womanhood whilst at the same time he saw the hem of her short night-dress ride up to reveal her incredible bottom - so rounded and firm it made his head spin with lust. 'God, he was going in, she was so young and tight - her bottom, God...', span his mind as he let his head drop back, shutting his eyes and savouring the sensation. Linda gathered up his balls and held them firmly as she began pumping up and down. He lifted his head to catch a glimpse of Linda's magnificent deep divide which was revealed intermittently as she rose and fell, before Sue once again pushed a breast insistently into his mouth for him to suckle on. Jane looked on, mesmerised. Linda began to lose her rythm as her excitement mounted. Sue pulled her breast free from Paul's mouth and waved Jane over. "Don't be left out Jane, why not make him smell your bum - the dirty German will love that eh?" Jane liked the idea but was more inhibited than her friends and kept her night-dress and knickers on as she mounted the stout oak table. Paul saw the fantastic vision of Jane's huge knickered bottom as she lifted the back of her night-dress and lowered herself onto his face - her big cheeks crushing his nose and features almost painfully as she did so. Modestly she kept her moist and excited knickered vulva away from his face, as she lent back and pressed her big bottom onto him. Linda was mounting towards her climax, but sensed that Paul was too. Instinctively, she pulled on the big balls, trapped in her grip, and began squeezing firmly as her orgasm swept over her - moaning as she did so in exquisite pleasure. Simoultaneously, Paul pulled helplessly on his bonds and screamed into his gag and Jane's large bottom as the pain racked his balls in Linda's squeezing hand. In her pleasure, Linda squeezed his balls a little harder than she would have done otherwise, infact coming close to causing possible permanent testicle damage. Paul felt sick with the pain and forgot the erotic sensations as he sobbed into Jane's divide. Linda recovered her composure, and lifted herself off the incredibly still semi-erect organ with a sucking noise. "God, that was gorgeous, I've got more fresh condoms if you want a go," she said to Sue, who had been avidly watching Linda's performance. Sue needed little persuasion to drop her knickers now, and as soon as she had replaced the condom with a fresh one positioned herself as Linda had done (though fully naked) and began by laying the semi-erect organ upwards on the pilot's stomach and grinding it between her pert rounded bottom cheeks, actually in her humid divide, until it had become once more violently erect - then followed this by inserting it into her delightful female channel. Paul's balls ached still but the sensations of pleasure were returning with a vengeance. As Sue pumped the organ steadily, Jane began positioning herself such that her moist knickered vulva now contacted Paul's lips. He could taste a combination of female excitement and drops of piss which had soaked through her knicker gusset as she pushed down almost suffocating him as his nose pressed into her large buttock divide. Sue rode Paul for a long time, alternately pumping and then grinding whilst he literally struggled for breath beneath Jane's magnificent crushing femininity. At one point he came dangerously close to a violent orgasm into Sue's clutching vagina - Linda's watchful eyes saw the tell-tale ball-tightening and she reacted quickly to give the still aching balls a expert squeezing - just enough to abate the orgasm but without reducing the erection. Sue came shortly afterwards with a final grind and an 'Oooooh!'. After a short rest Sue uncoupled herself and the erection came free, waggling as it did so. Linda quickly pulled the condom off and began replacing it with a fresh one as both girls now looked to Jane. Sue spoke, "Come on Jane, you'll regret it tomorrow if you don't - give him what for!" Jane wasn't going to be left out by any means and was by now a highly excited young woman. She decided to keep her night-dress on out of modesty, simply moving to one side slightly to thumb her knickers down - at which point Paul caught sight of her huge but shapely milky-white bottom cheeks. Jane straddled him again, during which his big plum caught her swollen and excited vulva lips to their mutual sensual delight. 'Here goes my virginity - I never thought it would be like this, on a kitchen table with a condemned man,' thought Jane (Paul had no idea of his impending fate). She gingerly eased herself down onto the now iron-hard erection. Despite her big 'child-bearing hips', Jane was, in her virginity, still very tight - she felt like a schoolgirl to Paul infact. In order to 'take him' Jane had to pause and relax as she took the column into her tightness, something Paul found excruciatingly erotic - she was almost painfully tight to his big penis. Linda decided she wanted to sit on his face, she quickly instructed Sue on 'ball control' advising her not to squeeze too hard in her inexperience or enthusiasm. Sue took Linda's place and watched his balls for signs of pre-ejaculation whilst Linda moved to his head and straddled his face. Paul was overwhelmed by the fantastic visions as Linda did so. Her night-dress rode up revealing her magnificent derriere and then her pouting moist nether-lips. Jane had been knickered, Linda was knicker-less beneath her night-dress. He could smell her strong womanly odours - his head span, and then she dropped herself, smearing her wet femininity on his face, crushing and grinding ruthlessly as her perfect big rounded buttock cheeks filled his entire vision. Jane felt his erection harden yet more ,incredibly, as his senses were literally assaulted by womanhood.

The combination of Jane's tightness and the intimate contact with Linda's private parts had the inevitable effect on Paul. His libido rose to crisis point but Sue easily spotted the tell-tale signs. Her hand shot forward and expertly twisted and squeezed the balls. Sue proved to be a natural ball-squeezer - sensing just the right amount of pressure needed to quell his eruption, yet maintain the erection within Jane. Jane rode his maleness and had been sufficently aroused by her previous activities to discover that her orgasm was fast approaching, something her increasing lack of rythm betrayed. Paul's tongue had instinctively protruded and was lustfully probing at Linda's vulva lips much to her satisfaction. Linda ground harder and harder as she too mounted towards a second orgasm, causing Paul to struggle for breath. Jane let out a long, deep moan as she found her satisfaction - incredibly Jane's culmination seemed to excite Linda's own finale shortly afterwards as she pushed down and her hips twitched and jerked. The satisfied girls dismounted and Sue pulled the used condom from Paul's very large frustrated erection - it waggled as it came free. Sue infact amused herself by flipping the erection and watching it waggle back up whilst the other two collected discarded knickers and Sue's night-dress. Paul's organ leaked pre-come and he was painfully hard when Sue's hand left it. She quickly pulled her night-dress on whilst Linda removed his gag and Paul subsequently moaned and mumbled in German until Linda gave him a very stern look indeed. He just couldn't believe that after all that had gone on he would not be allowed to come - the bitches! Linda couldn't resist giving his painfully erect organ a stinging and malicious slap before they crept out to return quietly to their shared bedroom. It was shortly after when Jane felt the need to urinate and absent-mindedly pulled the flush-chain. Mrs Gibbs fitful sleep was disturbed and she was soon fully awake. She decided to go and take a look at their prisoner before he was hung in the morning. She pulled on a pair of silky directoire knickers under her night-dress, for decency's sake, and went downstairs. She had missed an embarrasing rendevous with the girls by only half an hour. Paul awoke from a light sleep to see the mistress of the house enter and was over-joyed - this was beyond his wildest fantasy and he would surely have his relief now. Mrs. Gibbs, however, did not have what he hoped for in mind. She walked around the table silently, staring intently at him all the while, such that he felt intimidated into remaining completely silent under her gaze. She looked at his heavy penis, now flaccid but still large and full. In complete silence Mrs. Gibbs suddenly mounted the table, to Paul's relief, and sat her very large and full, knickered bottom onto his face. His breathing was even more of a struggle now than under Jane's big derriere, but it did trigger his 'rise' as expected. Mrs. Gibbs wanted some form of sexual contact with this male, and used the excuse to herself that she would test his libido to see if he was a 'sex-fiend'. Her 'fears' were more than confirmed - an almighty erection unfurled before her - the likes of which she had never seen in her limited sexual experience with her late husband, or teenage years. It throbbed strongly, the purple crown glistening while be laboured for breath into her large knickered buttock cheeks. She sat there for a long time, staring at it, whilst her anger mounted (and also her suppressed sexual frustration). She could stand it no longer, she suddenly leapt from the table and began screaming abuse at the restrained man. She didn't care if the whole world heard her, years of hatred and frustration boiled over. He was a 'murderer', a 'barbarian', a rapist - he was to blame for all the ills in her life.... The commotion woke the girls instantly. Sue was the first to leave the bedroom and journey downstairs. Linda and Jane followed a short distance behind. "Mrs. Gibbs, are you allright!", Sue exclaimed upon entering the kitchen. Linda and Jane followed Sue in. "It's this bastard - I came down here for a glass of water and I found him like this!", Mrs.Gibbs exclaimed, pointing at the man's great erection. "As far as I'm concerned he's a sex-fiend as well as a murderer - God only knows how many women he's probably raped! I tell you girls I'm ready to finish the animal here and now - infact I will. I suggest you girls leave now and leave this to me - I don't want to upset you." The trio hovered around the doorway as if rooted to the spot. Sue spoke out as a kind of group spokeswoman, " Mrs. Gibbs, we decided last night that we want to be in on the whole thing - we're not going to leave you on your own and we're not squeamish." Mrs. Gibbs was genuinely touched and acknowledged their commitment, " Very well girls, but I warn you it's going to be messy. I'm going to garrote him with a piece of rope - but not before I've done what he's had coming, the dirty rapist bastard, I'm going to castrate him like the farm animal he is. The girls looked at each other, stunned by the idea, and yet terribly fascinated by this development, in a morbid way. "I don't want him screaming the house down, can I ask one of you girls to volunteer a pair of knickers as a gag - it'll be the last cheap thrill he'll ever have." Sue and Linda looked nervously at each other, neither had bothered to replace their knickers after the sex session with the doomed man and were naked under their short night-dresses. Fortunately, Jane had replaced her knickers and quickly thumbed them down for Mrs. Gibbs, who forced them unceremoniously into the now highly confused man's mouth.