Franzi Gets Fucked

Dr. Ariel Grienschnabl was very happy that he got a nurse and housekeeper from the Carmelite monastery. He didn't have to save money, but after the war it was difficult to find such staff. The war was lost, Kaiser Wilhelm II had abdicated and was living in exile in Holland. Ari was still very young, only 24 years old, but he had hit a mine while riding as a motorcycle courier and lost his left foot, which had been amputated above the ankle. He had received a medal and the Grand Cross of Merit, and his subsequent promotion to first lieutenant brought him a large pension. He could forget about working as an archaeologist, he limited himself to reading and lively correspondence with archaeologists all over the world. He was delighted when the contract with the monastery came through; a Sister Franziska would work with him all day and return to the monastery in the evening, which was only 15 minutes away.

At 11, his mother brought him into the marital bed; his father had become impotent. She was a 30‐year‐old beauty whose sexuality was in its best prime. She had agreed with her husband that Ari could lie down with her and in return she would not cheat on him with others. At first it took a lot of getting used to fucking her next to her husband. He learned quickly and fucked her night after night. After a while he was able to ejaculate and his drive awoke powerfully. He sometimes had to fuck her now 4 or 5 times in a row until he had ejaculated enough. She masturbated every night before going to sleep and let Ari watch because he liked to watch it. She didn't have an orgasm from fucking for a long time, because he was just a little boy and his little cock was very good for fucking, but she only had an orgasm from fucking with her coachman, who had a big, chunky cock, and with other men who could fuck well. Ari stayed in the marital bed, breathless because she had ordered him to watch her fucking up close, the coachman or the others. He held his breath when the big cock was rammed into her little hole, fucking her wildly and powerfully until she climaxed and then squirted everything into her, jet after jet. She didn't love these men, she just loved being fucked powerfully by them. But he was learning how to make her an orgasm. She smiled gently when little Ari had to fuck her immediately after the man had left. He always got really horny when he watched her fucking, she could see that clearly and she let herself be fucked by horny little Ari good‐naturedly.

She occasionally gave her husband a blowjob when he got an erection, which Ari also found very exciting. She took his cock in her mouth, licked and sucked it, then she masturbated him with her fist and made him squirt in her mouth. She swallowed his semen with a bit of disgust, but she did it. Ari fucked her with love and passion for ten years until he went to war. He was in northern France when he received the news that his parents had died in a fire.

Before the accident, he had fucked a woman every night, a Belgian, a Dutch or a French woman, depending on his deployment on the Western Front. He avoided the German whores of the Wehrmacht because it was so easy to pick up one of the chaste and shy wives or daughters in the occupied territories for sex. He was young and fiery and didn't give a damn if the whole family was watching them in dark silence, glancing hatefully. But most of these women were chaste and shy, they would not let themselves be fucked in front of others. They would cast a shy and confused look at their husband or family and lead him into their bedroom. He watched the women and girls very closely as they undressed. In his opinion, it made a difference whether they undressed quickly and indifferently or very hesitantly and slowly. He saw their uncertain or sad looks as they undressed bit by bit and looked at him, hoping that he would stop them from stripping completely naked. His eyes glowed when the last piece fell to the floor and they held one hand in front of their breasts and the other in front of their pubic area. Yes, that was always a difficult moment for them and he enjoyed this feeling of power very much!

He lay down on top of the trembling and shaking woman, kissed her passionately and parted her thighs. He penetrated forcefully, he was already very excited to fuck her. He knew that she felt disgust in the first few minutes, but it didn't take long before she overcame the humiliation and resigned herself to her fate. If she was going to get fucked, she didn't have to suffer, she could enjoy it too. He would fuck them until he was exhausted, he would only fuck them in a decent way, never in a dirty or piggish way.

If he wanted a daughter, he would let the mother lead the girl into the bedroom and the mother had to lie down with them naked. If the girl was a virgin, he would deflower her with great pleasure and only fuck her very shortly. In these cases he would fuck the mother full of lust, round after round and the girl had to watch. And if the girl was not a virgin, he would fuck her and her mother alternately because it made him horny when the other one watched. That gave him a real kick and he would fuck both of them until he could no longer.

The Flemish women were much more reluctant to start with fucking than the shy French women. But they thawed out during sex and fucked with passion until they came to orgasm in the second or third round. Only a very few Flemish women touched their clits, many seemed to have no idea how to masturbate at all. The French women were completely different. They were much more chaste and shy than the Flemish women, many said with tears in their eyes that they had never cheated on their husbands and he believed them. They thawed out much more quickly than the Flemish women, they forgot the humiliation more quickly during sex and fucked more actively and passionately than the others. Many did not come to orgasm, although he tried very hard. Only a few rubbed their clit after sex, and masturbation was not very common among them either. He still got his money's worth, he fucked until he could no longer.

He never stole anything other than the innocence of the women and the girls, he would take neither food nor drink, people often did not have enough for themselves.

Ari had become friends with his commander on the Western Front. They ate together almost every Saturday evening, smoked a cigar and drank cognac. They had a great conversation; the commander was a historian and he was an archaeologist. And of course both understood how the war was developing and what was going wrong. The commander was a bon vivant and had a new favorite every two weeks. The 17 and 18 year old French prisoners fought for a place in his bed; he didn't like older ones. The two men took turns fucking the favorite until the early morning; sex was one of the few pleasures you could have in wartime. The girl knew that it was mainly her lovemaking skills that made her the favorite and remained the favorite. The two men got on very well and rarely got into a competition. They resolved such competitions by taking turns fucking the girl alternately every other minute, one after the other. That was fun and amazingly hot for all three of them. They fucked until early morning when all three of them were exhausted.

Ari was seriously determined to fuck this Franziska, even though she was a holy nun, because he hadn't fucked for two years, since the accident!

Sister Franziska arrived promptly at 6 and helped him get up, she accompanied the naked Ari to the bathroom, helped him into the bathtub. She rolled up the sleeves of the habit and lathered him with liquid soap, then washed him. Ari said her to take off the habit, it would only get dirty and wet. Franzi thought for only a second, then actually took off the habit and hung it up. She was not wearing any underwear and Ari looked at her naked body, she apparently felt no shame about being naked. The 61‐year‐old had a flat face, short gray hair and was quite fat. Perhaps it was also because her melon‐sized breasts hung heavily down. She had neither armpit‐ nor pubic hair, her slit was red and slightly open, revealing her medium‐sized clit under the foreskin. Her ass didn't seem to be misshapen and quickly gave him unchaste thoughts. It was probably not an intentional gesture that she spread her labia wide with her fingers and pulled on her clitoris several times until it came out semi‐hard. She rubbed it until it was stiff and hard and nodded in satisfaction, then knelt down next to the bathtub and he stared, spellbound, at her clit becoming stiff. Franziska washed him uninhibitedly with the bath sponge, leaving out his stiff cock.

Ari had started rubbing his cock ever since she knelt next to him, staring spellbound at her stiffening clit. When she was finished, she looked indifferently at his masturbating, caressing her clit absentmindedly. He started to squirt and she grabbed his cock firmly. "I'll finish it, doctor!" she said casually and rubbed his squirting cock, then she washed his cock clean with the bath sponge.

He told her to call him Ari and Franzi nodded, but never did. He asked her what her real name was. She obviously had to think about it. "Rachel Rosenblatt, doctor!" she finally said. "Then you're Jewish, like me," he said with a smile, but she shook her head firmly. "No, Catholic, doctor!" she replied firmly and he dropped the subject. "And, Franzi, do you learn how to get a man finished in a monastery?" he asked. She looked straight at him. "No, doctor, I learned how to do that in the field hospital during the war." He told her what had happened to him in the war and how he had lost his foot on a mine. It was a shame, as an invalid you can't find a decent woman to fuck. Franzi asked what kind of women he had fucked and he told her about many of his amorous adventures. He didn't like going to the Wehrmacht whores, he preferred to fuck shy citizen women or their daughters in the occupied territories, as long as they didn't resist too much. He hadn't taken any of them by force, because that was against the spirit of fucking. Franzi nodded understandingly, she had seen so many women who had been raped, and they were all very sad stories.

Ari asked if she had ever fucked. Franzi laughed out loud. "But no, doctor, I'm still a virgin, a 61‐year‐old virgin, if you like! I've spent my whole life in the monastery, since I was 13. My father, Samuel, was killed in a skirmish with the French, my mother was dying and quickly sent me to the monastery, where I was for almost 50 years. Only during the war, I was in the hospital." Ari asked her to tell him. Franziska told him everything openly and honestly, just as he had told her about his fucking.

"The first thing that bothered me was that I had to change my habit for a nurse's uniform. My breasts were visible and my skirt only went down to my knees. I was very ashamed of my body and for months I only did work where no one stared at my breasts or between my thighs. Because that's what all the doctors and all the patients did. They all stared at my full breasts, at my legs and along my inner thighs to my pussy when I had to bend over. It was only gradually that I didn't care and I bent over a hundred times a day and let my pussy flash on purpose.

I had to put the patients' cocks in the tube of the piss container and dab them after they had pissed. I had to learn it first because I hadn't seen a real cock for the first 50 years of my life. I had grown up so sheltered, but the Sister Superior made it clear to me that it was part of the job. She showed me how to do it and after pissing, she rubbed the cock with a grin and let him squirt into the pipe. "But you don't have to do that if you don't want to," she said with a broad grin, "I like doing it."

I was amazed when the patients masturbated. I hurried to put the tube of the piss container over their cocks when they ejaculated. They touched my knees while they masturbated and pushed them apart; they wanted to look at my pussyhole while they masturbated. I didn't care at all as long as they only stroked my knees and my inner thighs. Some tried to touch my pussy, but I hit their fingers. I learned from the patients that it was great to look at a pussy while they masturbated. I really didn't care; I let them look and ejaculate. At the beginning I squeezed out the last drops of semen from their cocks with my fingers, but over time I finished it off for them making them squirt when they had masturbated enough. So it came to be that I always finished it off for them. I can finish you off too, doctor, if you want!"

And so it happened. Ari masturbated and she sat next to the bathtub and rubbed her clit until it was rock hard and she paid close attention to, when she had to take over and rub him fast until he squirted. Half a year went by like this and Ari hadn't found a chance to fuck Franziska. He thought about it every time he masturbated or when he looked at her face when she was masturbating him. He let her masturbate him earlier and earlier and gradually she masturbated him right from the start. She did it very naturally and as a matter of course, she had also masturbated the patients in the past.

Ari noticed that her labia and clit were red and sore. "Franzi, why are you so red down there, your clit is so sore!" Franziska blushed and carefully cleaned his cock. "It plagued me last night like it hasn't in a long time," she said, concerned. Ari said he didn't understand. She grabbed his cock again and stroked it slowly up and down. "It's been like that since I came to the monastery at 13. I woke up in the night covered in sweat from a filthy sexual dream, my heart pounding wildly and so did my clit. That's where I learned to saw the clit along the edge of my index finger until it exploded, until I had an orgasm. It was like that all those years, sometimes every night, sometimes not for weeks. The young chaplain said it wasn't a sin, I didn't have to confess it. And last night I kept dreaming that I was rubbing your cock and making it squirt, and I had to saw my clit over and over again until I had to orgasm, and that's why it's so red now, doctor!" She had made his cock hard again and masturbated him a second time, she did that quite often.

Ari had to smile, because of course Franziska knew the right words, masturbate and orgasm, but sometimes she used childish expressions. She had been masturbating him in the bathtub for a whole year, she was still excited every time he squirted and then put on a relaxed face. Ari noticed how her clit became red and stiff during her masturbate him. "Don't you want to masturbate now, want to saw your clit?" he asked, but she shook her head for days, even though he noticed her strong arousal. She caressed her clit indecisively with her index finger, and it wasn't long before she was masturbating while sitting there. He knew how important it was that he "didn't notice".

Later, she lay on her back, raised her knees and masturbated her clit in her own way. He could now lean on the edge of the bathtub and watch her openly, because she masturbated every time after she had "finished" him. To begin with, she placed two fingers on the foreskin of her clit and pulled it back and forth quickly until the clit woke up and poked its head out curiously. Then her index finger ran its edge along her clit, slowly and arousingly. The clit turned dark red and stiffened visibly, becoming an inch longer. For perhaps 10 minutes, she "sawed" the clit alternately on one side. She reached the finale and now the index finger was energetically scraping directly on the clit, she raised her ass up and arched her back before collapsing in orgasm. She looked him straight in the eyes and caressed her clit thoughtfully for minutes. He nodded and smiled, they were getting closer to fucking.

He got out of the tub as soon as she was in the middle of it. She shook her head and gasped, "No, please don't, doctor!" and pulled away from his cock. But he came closer every day, he waited longer until she was almost at orgasm. She withdrew her hole from him later and later, he could already penetrate between her labia before she reacted. A few more days later his glans touched her hymen, she reacted later and later every day when her hymen was touched. And then, one day, she didn't react rejectingly. She stopped masturbating, resting the finger and stared into his eyes in expectation. His cock pressed her hymen until it tore. His cock slid inside until it was deep inside. She gasped with her eyes wide open, "it's torn, it's torn!" He just nodded and started to fuck her. It had taken almost a year. But now she offered no resistance, none at all. She was just very curious, this was something completely new to her. He only fucked her for a few minutes and then squirted inside.

He sat down next to her. He said it was more comfortable in bed than on the cold floor tiles. And if she masturbated first and he started fucking her just before she climaxed, then they could have an orgasm at the same time, which was a very intense feeling. Franzi nodded silently, she was still completely overwhelmed by the first fucking. She would have to confess the sin, she said sadly. Ari shrugged his shoulders, he didn't believe in religion.

It was nice and wonderful, the fucking, said Ari. It couldn't be a sin, because it was nice, wonderful and you felt love, not hate. And God loved everyone, sinners and non‐sinners alike. No, he wouldn't confess it to the young chaplain. Franzi thought about it for a long time and said she would keep it to herself, it was really nice that they both had an orgasm at the same time. She didn't need to confess it. It was good the way it was.

They fucked every day for the next 4 years, Franzi started masturbating in the morning and afternoon and he only mounted her when she was climaxing. Sometimes he let her finish masturbating because he liked watching her masturbate and orgasm. Then she continued masturbating and he squirted inside right in the middle of her orgasm.

After fucking they lay arm in arm and talked about everything. Hitler's gangs of thugs raided the Jewish shops, beat them up mercilessly and if one of them didn't get up again, it was barely worth three lines in the newspaper. "He wrote it," said Ari, "he wrote to kill all Jews like the vermin they were!" Ari sighed. "They're already going into the Jews' houses and dragging them away, God knows where."

He didn't want to wait for Hitlers brownshirts. "We're both Jews," Ari said to Franziska, "they don't care that you're a Catholic nun, to them you're Rachel, Rachel Rosenblatt. They'll just kill you because you're descended from Jews like me." Franzi closed her eyes, pressed her body even closer to Ari's and thought for a long time. Of course she was a Jew, according to the current way of thinking. But would these monsters really rape and kill a Catholic nun? They had both read the reports of how Jewish women and girls were brutally raped by the wild hordes before being taken away. Raped, fucked, raped by the whole squad, one after the other. Like animals.

One day they were eyewitnesses. The horde fucked a weeping young Jewish woman and her horrified underage daughter until they had all fucked both of them and were exhausted. Ari and Franzi had to be quiet and not move from the spot so that they would not be discovered.

He would take poison, Ari said. He neither wanted to run away and leave the country he had fought so bravely for, nor would he let the Hitlerists lock him up. He would take poison, Ari said.

They took the poison together, one rainy morning. They went to bed, hugged and fucked until they were dead.

Ari had written a farewell letter. "You all condemned us Jews to death, we are just getting there first. You made us wear the Star of David to show that we were condemned. We proudly follow the Star of David because it lights our way to the life of the righteous.
Dr. Ariel Jehuda Grienschnabl,
and below in childish school handwriting,
Sr. Franziska, (Rachel Rosenblatt).

The neighbors broke down the door after three weeks and found them in a loving embrace.

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