By the end of the first week in the Kamp East Ruth felt that she had broken every rule that had been laid down to her and even a few that they had never thought of. She had been amazed by Hans' return to her cabin. He had slipped in late that same night and presented her with a bag of food coupons. He had laughed at her concern.
"They got stacks of them in a store room. I helped myself to some. You need them, I think," he said, then looked longingly at the bed where Elizabeth lay. "I been used to slipping into forbidden places." He laughed at his own joke and stood hesitantly as though he could not decide whether to leave or to stay. It was hours beyond curfew but it didn't seem to concern him. "How's she doing?" he asked Ruth.
"Fine. She's talking now at least. It's funny, but I think that having a man who was not so cruel helped her to start getting well." Ruth paused and reached out and took Hans' strong hand in her soft one. Then. "Do you want her, Hans? I don't think she'll mind – not after all the coupons."
"Well… if you're sure… I'd like to. I have to leave tomorrow," he stammered, approaching the bed where Elizabeth lay.
He stood and looked down at the lovely girl. Ruth did also. Then she spoke softly to her, saying, "Elizabeth, look what Hans brought us. Food coupons. Can he come to bed with you?"
Elizabeth turned her large luminous eyes on Ruth and smiled. For an answer she put her hands under her soft white breasts and brought them upwards so that the pink nipples stood out hard and strong. She started to move her lithe body, squirming her hips and thrusting herself upward. She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them. Her lovely black hair lay all over the pillow.
Ruth glanced at Hans and saw that he was breathing hard through his nose, and that he had a large bulge in his trousers. She laughed shortly, then said, "I guess that is an answer of sorts. Do you want me to join you?"
Hans looked at Ruth as though she were a total stranger. He shook his head negatively, then quickly unbuttoned his tunic and removed it. Ruth saw the palpitations of his heart on his ribcage and again grinned to herself. Hans unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop to the floor then rid himself of his underwear. He bent over and very swiftly removed his shoes. He started slowly to get onto the bed. Elizabeth's long white arms almost mechanically encircled his body and she pulled him onto her.
Ruth stood by the bed and watched. A thousand things were running through her mind and they all concerned the girl under the soldier. She couldn't figure her out. Ruth knew beyond doubt that Elizabeth had been hurt cruelly in the meadow, so deeply that it had been some kind of a psychological shock to her; and, she felt that her previous sexual experience had somehow blocked out the first. But for the girl to act as she was acting now was beyond Ruth's comprehension. She watched and wondered.
Elizabeth accepted Hans' mouth on hers and clamped him down hard upon her with her arms. Ruth knew that he had filled her soft mouth with his hard tongue and that he was forcing it down deep into her throat. She could see the cords of the girl's neck standing out strong in acceptance of him.
Hans moved his mouth to the mounds of her large soft breasts and sank it hard upon them. Elizabeth groaned, "oh… ooh…" softly and pulled his head down hard upon her. Her long white legs flew over his dark, muscular ones as she continued to moan and pull at his body. Ruth saw the nipples of her breasts harden and the mounds of flesh quivered under his searching, biting attention. She rubbed the goosebumps on her own bare arms and stood rooted to the spot.
Hans moved his month down onto Elizabeth's stomach, kissing the soft flesh of her. She moaned with delight and pleasure. She emitted long breathy "Ahs… uhs… Ooohs," and thrust her stomach upward to his hungry face. Hans bit into the flesh above the mound of her soft hair covered vagina and she screamed in ecstasy. Her white legs splayed out and she thrashed the air with them. He moved his mouth and hot probing tongue to her soft thighs and she wallowed in painful delight, ooohing and ahhing and oooughing loudly when his tongue played gently about her soft pink vaginal lips.
Ruth saw his hard tongue probe at Elizabeth's small opening and she watched in fascination. She realized that she was rubbing her own thighs with force. She looked at the girl's lovely large breasts, crowned by the most beautiful pinkness that she could ever remember seeing. She could not stop herself. She moved slowly to her and leaned over the bed and gently but firmly took the hard nipple in her mouth.
"Augh…" Elizabeth moaned softly in surprise when Ruth's mouth covered her nipple. Then "Oooh… ahahah," she groaned as Hans' tongue probed deep into her vagina. She pitched and rolled and tried to clasp the both of them to her. Her hips moved from side to side and she thrust her squirming hips upwards to force the strong relentlessly teasing tongue deep into her. She pressed Ruth's head down solidly onto her and moved her chest forward as much as she could. Her whole body was afire. "Ooooh! Oooh… Oh, God," she whimpered, thrashing her soft body about.
Hans abruptly pushed Ruth away from Elizabeth and then with one lightning movement mounted the girl. He pressed himself firmly between her open legs and reached his arms under her knees and pushed her thighs upwards and back. He raised his middle slightly and Ruth saw his long stiff rod make only one glancing thrust before he found his mark and pushed his hard rod into Elizabeth's hot, waiting cunt.
"Augh!" she moaned as he shoved into her, then "Ah… Ah… Ughhh," as he moved his stiff rod deep into her hotness. Ruth saw the muscles of his legs cord up and could feel the strength of him and the hardness of him in herself. She stood by the bed and watched and continued to rub her thighs vigorously. She wasn't even aware of what she was doing.
Ruth saw his hard pole ease out of the little pink slit as the flanges of it moved down the full length of his smooth, glistening hardness. Hans thrust back into her with all his force and Elizabeth let out a soft moan. Ruth saw that her face was covered with sweat which glistened and was reflected by the small lamp in the room. Then Elizabeth's long white legs moved around the humping, thrusting hips of Hans, locking her ankles high up on his back. She groaned and moaned and whispered, "Oh, ooooh, Darlinnng," and met his every hammer into her with an upward thrust of her own until they were rocking the whole bed.
Ruth knew when Elizabeth had reached the point of bursting. She saw her fingers dig into Hans' back and saw her leg muscles tense and pull strongly on him. "Uh… Uh… Ooooh," she gasped and moved under the thrusting poking pounding rod until she came like an animal of the wild. She moved her head from side to side and dug her fingernails into his back and bucked her hips and flailed her legs and then clasped them to his muscled form again and again until she was exhausted.
She managed to bring Hans along with her. He shot a hot stream of semen into her that seemed to Ruth to be never ending. She could tell that he was coming by the movement of his muscles along his legs and back. He crashed and poked into the hot little cunt until he was empty, then lay gently on the limp, white body relaxing beneath him.
Ruth once again moved to the bed and ran her hands over Hans' back. He turned and smiled his appreciation to her. Ruth did not feel that she could any longer control her own desire, all caused and brought to the fore by what she had just watched. She pleaded to Hans with her eyes and he took note of her need. "Just let me rest a minute," he told her.
Ruth eased her small body down onto the bed and spreading her legs crab-like continued to massage her thighs. Hans lazily reached over and took her breasts in his hand and rubbed and pulled and massaged her nipples with his fingers. Elizabeth made no move beside her.
After what seemed like hours to Ruth Hans withdrew his still hard prick from Elizabeth's satiated vagina and moved himself between Ruth's legs. She felt the hard rod poke gently at her waiting, already moist hole, so she spread her legs apart even wider and raised herself slightly so that he could enter her. Hans did so, but gently, moving delicately into her, pushing the hot walls of her cunt apart with his stiff hardened cock; until he rested full in her tight, quivering little belly.
"Ah… oh… Ooooh," Ruth moaned and clutched him to herself.
Hans was tired, Ruth soon discovered. He did not move in and out of her and she was burning with desire. She tried to thrust upwards to bring him to some kind of action but he only smiled at her and stayed deep inside her. She told him to turn over on his back. He did so readily. She arranged herself over him, her open cunt poised over his hard waiting prick, then eased herself down onto him. He put his large hands on her shoulders and drew her down until her breasts rested on his face. He opened his mouth wide and sucked her throbbing pink nipple into it.
Ruth was undergoing pain. She realized that there was always pain connected with having a hard cock rammed into her, but she had never suspected that it would be painful when she did the guiding and directing. She gritted her teeth and sunk herself fully down onto the upraised pole and stayed there a few seconds, waiting for the feeling that she hoped would come. The fire that was creeping into her breasts helped her tremendously. She raised her soft, quivering buttocks slowly and could feel the whole hardness of Hans sliding its way out of her. Then, for no reason that she could discern, it was there – the feeling, the wonderful feeling of heat and desire and promised fulfillment.
She speared herself down onto him again and again with all her strength. His strong arms encircled her back then his hands slid to her warm soft buttocks. He clasped them firmly and dug his fingers into her smooth flesh. She moaned and let him take charge of her movements. She ground her hot little pussy down firmly onto his hard prick and felt it throb deep within her. She loved the fiery sucking of her breasts. It increased all the desire within her until her movements became uncontrollable. She forced herself down and up his hard prick over and over again until he began to match her every movement with a strong upward thrust of his muscled stomach.
Ruth rocked and ground and groaned "Ah… Ooooh!" and speared herself onto him until it was there like a bang, until she exploded deep within. The hot fluid spread out from her inner depth and covered the large head of his prick and brought him to satisfaction again. She let herself relax and lay atop him, his still-hard rod ensconced deep into her still trembling belly. She rested her forehead on his chin.
"Ruth, I have to go now. We pull out in less than thirty minutes." Hans said, moving her gently from him.
Ruth stood and for no reason at all began crying. Her small body heaved with sobs. She could see the broken and sick Elizabeth lying on the bed, where the both of them had left her, staring straight into space. Through her tears she saw her own hopeless dilemma and she sobbed loudly. Hans encircled her with his arms and pulled her gently against the rough material of his tunic. "Please, Ruth, don't cry. You have about six months to get out of here before the Russian hordes come. You can figure out a way to do it, I know. I wish I could help you." He rubbed her back gently.
"When will you be back, Hans?" She asked through her sobbing.
"Never. I'm sure I'll not survive. So few do on the Eastern Front and it has just begun, actually. No. I'll never be back." He was in complete control of himself. He spoke slowly and sadly.
Ruth clung to him and tried to think of something to say to console him. There was nothing that she could think of that might help him because he had convinced her that he would not return. She felt as though she were clutching the last bit of sanity to her and when he moved away from her she felt a loss whose vastness engulfed her entirely. She lay down on the bed alongside Elizabeth and clung to the girl fiercely.
"Ruth," Hans said, standing over the bed and smiling down at the two girls, "Take care of her – and of yourself. I'll never forget you. Never." He wiped a tear from his cheek with the back of his hand then turned and walked to the door. He stopped there and smiled crookedly at Ruth then waved his hand in farewell before disappearing into the blackness of the night.
Ruth held onto the softness of Elizabeth and tried to think. It was almost impossible. She realized that she had not one thought in her head about how to help herself, let alone look after the girl next to her. Her future seemed so bleak and hopeless that she began to cry without sounds. Deep in the recesses of her soul she expurged a blackness, a void, that had been dormant there. She realized that if she were to survive that it would be her own doing, that she alone could help herself. She tried to keep command of that thought until she fell asleep.