Chapter 3

The HJ/BDM youth were cut off from news during their march home. The Czechs were making trouble again for the Germans in the Sudetenland, a Czechoslovakian province bordering southern Deutschland. The Führer promised to protect their deutsche compatriots from the Czech depredations. War seemed a possibility.

The lives of the youth who attended the Party Rally in Nuremberg slowly returned closer to normality. They returned to their apprenticeships or school on Monday. Rutger and Gerta spent the nights together, continuing their quest to fulfil their obligations to the HJ and BDM. Werner tried to continue seeing Rachel. He had done his duty, as far as she was concerned. She wanted no part of the big oaf.

Dieter and Gisela continued seeing each other as opportunities arose. They went out on dates Friday and Saturday nights after they returned home. The first Saturday night home, desperate for the closeness they experienced on the trip, they found a hiding place in the bushes in the park. Their tryst was a little too muddy and dirty and much too brief. Dieter brought a rubber, so pulling out wasn’t necessary. He swore he would bring a rucksack with a blanket on future dates.

Hitler met with the Prime Minister of Great Britain and the President of France to try to resolve the crisis without starting a general European war. They met in Munich, hosted by Adolf Hitler.

The HJ group ran their normal meeting on September 29th, the second HJ/BDM meeting since the group came home from the Party Rally. Herr Baumann announced the capitulation of Czechoslovakia and the joining of the Sudetenland to the Fatherland. The HJ and BDM youth cheered loudly for the success of the Führer and the Fatherland in this crisis. Gisela was relieved. Her older brother Georg wouldn’t need to go to war.

Rolf Stenger ran his final Schar meeting that evening. War or not, he was to report to the Heeres to begin training in two days. Stefan Martin was selected to take over as Scharleiter, starting the next Wednesday.

The BDM meeting had another unusual feature, individual conferences between Frau König and each girl who participated in the Party Rally trip.

After a few general questions about their experiences on the trip to the Rally, she got down to her most important question – have you had your period? Five of the fifteen girls had their periods during the trip. Two more girls had their periods since they returned home. Frau König knew they wouldn’t be pregnant.

Rachel’s period was four days late. Frau König quizzed her and found Rachel had vomited that morning, had headaches the past couple days and was constipated. All were early signs pointing towards pregnancy. Apparently, Werner had done his duty to the Fatherland properly and planted a baby in Rachel’s womb.

Gisela reported that she had her period as expected, the bleeding starting earlier in the morning. Frau König tried to hide her disappointment when she dismissed the young girl. Gerta wasn’t expecting her period for another four days. The remaining five girls also reported their periods were due in a few days.

Frau König grabbed Herr Baumann after the youth headed home at the end of the meeting.

“How is it going?” Heinz Baumann asked pleasantly.

“It is a disaster,” Annaliese König replied. “Rachel is likely pregnant. Gisela is not. She started her period this morning. It is too soon to be sure about Gerta. The rest of the girls? Seven definitely are not pregnant. We can’t know yet for the other five. All deny having sex with any of the boys.”

“Gauleiter Lohse will not be amused,” Heinz said. “Now what?”

“We need to go to our backup plan,” Annaliese replied. “Can we do this?”

“I think we can,” Heinz answered. “I will speak with Herr Pieper and get Party support. He can coordinate with the Gestapo, so they back us up. I guess I get to have that ugly conversation I had with the Jannsen and Zimmerman families again. Who do we assign to the task of making more Aryan babies?”

“Obviously, Dieter Pfeiffer and Gisela Fischer,” Annaliese said. “Winfreda Simon, Ella Petersen and Margrit Hansen would be suitable for our needs. They all come from pure-blooded Aryan families.”

“They would work,” Heinz said. “Who do we assign to each girl?”

The two debated the various boys in the HJ, finally settling on Stefan Martin for Winfreda Simon, Karl Müller for Ella Petersen and Georg Vögel for Margrit Hansen. Annaliese chose the girls carefully. All were among the girls who had periods during the trip to Nuremberg. They could take up their duties within a week or two.

They discussed procedures. The youth would spend eight nights at the girl’s house, starting ten days after they started their period. Monthly visits would continue until the couples accomplished their assignments – make a baby.

They had plenty of time for arrangements. Winfreda Vögel would be ten days past her period October 16th, two weeks from the night the decision was made for extend the “program.” The other girls would hit their ten-day mark a few days later.

Herr Baumann visited all the affected families and explained what would happen. Some parents were dubious about the “program” but didn’t argue too strenuously. Herr Fischer, Gisela’s father was one of the more difficult to convince that Gisela would be part of the program. Frau Fischer helped calm her husband.

Frau König quizzed Gerta the following Wednesday night about her period. Gerta was four days late. Frau König arranged to take Gerta and Rachel over to the Lebensborn facility in Flensburg the following week for a pregnancy test and prenatal checkup.

Thursday at School, Gisela had lunch with Dieter. She was in a great mood.

“Are you doing anything after school?” she asked.

“Nothing special,” Dieter replied.

“My mother and father went to Flensberg today,” Gisela explained. “I have a big empty house until evening. Do you want to come over for the fun we couldn’t have on Saturday night?”

“Somebody is horny,” Dieter said.

“You know it,” Gisela agreed. “And you’re not?”

“For you?” Dieter replied. “I am always passionate for you.”

“Come over as soon as school is out,” Gisela said.

“I’ll walk you home,” Dieter said. “My mother won’t mind if I don’t stop at home after school. I often meet up with Werner or Georg in the afternoon.”

The two youth hustled the half kilometer from their School to Gisela’s home. They hurried upstairs. They had about ninety minutes until Dieter had to go home for dinner with his family. Dieter stripped out of his clothes while Gisela undressed. He turned around, naked as a new-born, and stared at his naked girlfriend.

“You are so pretty,” Dieter gushed. “You are the most gorgeous girl around.” This was the first time he had seen Gisela naked in the daylight. Most of their previous trysts had been at night or a quick fuck without undressing. Even during their afternoon together in the lit train car, they had made love in the dim light in the bunk with the curtains drawn for privacy.

“You are handsome too,” Gisela replied as she appraised her boyfriend. “You are so muscular.”

“I work part time on farms,” Dieter said. Gisela pulled the covers down on her bed and hopped in.

“Join me,” she beckoned. Dieter reached down and pulled a small packet out of his pants pocket. “What’s that?”

“Rubber,” Dieter replied as he climbed into her bed. “I don’t want to chance getting you pregnant.”

“Save it for another time when we need it,” Gisela said. Dieter gave her a questioning look. “My period started six days ago. Frau König and Herr Baumann aren’t requiring you to sleep with me until next Monday. That is because you aren’t likely to make a baby sooner than then. We can skip the rubbers and enjoying ourselves today. No baby.”

“That’s great,” Dieter replied, tossing the unneeded rubber towards his pants. “Rubbers are shit.”

Gisela lay on her back. Dieter lay beside her, sprawling his chest over hers so their mouths could meet. The two horny youth deep kissed and petted enthusiastically. Their playing escalated about five minutes later when Dieter slid his hand down her belly and began playing with her Pussy. Two fingers slipped in her hole while his thumb strummed and teased her clitoris.

Dieter brought Gisela to a thunderous climax after a few minutes of playing.

“I am ready,” Gisela panted as she came down from her high. “Give it to me.”

Dieter clambered over his lover and deftly inserted his dick into Gisela’s hole. He thrust and buried his erection deep into her belly.

“You’re sure this is safe?” Dieter asked as he stared down at Gisela. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re so sweet,” Gisela said. “We should be safe today. Give me what I need, please.”

Dieter began sawing his dick in and out of Gisela’s sweet, oh, so hot pussy. No longer inexperienced and clueless, he stroked her for over a minute before needing to pause to avoid premature ejaculation. Gisela pushed back against Dieter’s powerful thrusts, reveling in the feelings his bare dick was giving her.

After the need to climax subsided, Dieter got back to work. No longer inexperienced, he screwed Gisela enthusiastically. She pushed back against his thrusts, trying to will that delicious dick deeper into her belly. He probably worked it in and out for another minute. Gisela could feel another climax rising. Dieter felt the same, slowing and then pausing to allow his desperate need to come to pass.

“Give me more,” Gisela begged while he calmed down. “I need more.”

“I’ll come too soon,” Dieter gasped. Gisela slipped a hand between their bodies and rubbed her clitoris. Her orgasm was closing rapidly. Dieter began humping again while she diddled herself. It was a race now to climax. Gisela won, just barely. She gasped in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure enveloped her being.

Dieter continued plunging his dick in and out while Gisela’s pussy massaged and tugged at the big invader. Nature intended for him to deliver his seed now. Nature was not to be denied. Gisela was starting to calm after her climax when Dieter kicked into action. He thrust hard and fast into his lover repeatedly. He lasted maybe a dozen strokes before he exploded and pumped his seed into Gisela’s willing and hungry belly.

“I feel your come,” Gisela marveled as she felt pulse after pulse of sperm spray her insides.

Dieter slumped on top of her, spent. She rolled them on their sides. Dieter’s withering dick plopped out, releasing a drool of sperm onto her bottom. Gisela giggled. “It’s messy even when you come in me.”

“Ja,” Dieter sighed. After a few more seconds to collect his wits, he added, “Are you sure we are safe doing this today? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

Gisela gave her lover a kiss. “You’re so sweet. Our leaders don’t think there is much chance that you could get me pregnant today, otherwise you would be sleeping here tonight so you can plant a ‘pure-blooded Aryan baby’ in me.”

“I don’t want to do that, unless that is what you want,” Dieter said, returning Gisela’s kiss.

“Not now,” Gisela said. “I’m not like Rachel or Gerta.”

“Oh?”

“They are sure Rachel is pregnant and she is delighted,” Gisela said. “They think Gerta is pregnant too, but they haven’t run the test on her yet. Gerta isn’t thrilled by the idea but doesn’t think she has a choice.”

“She and Rutger could have done what we are doing,” Dieter offered.

“We got away with it for the first month,” Gisela said. “We will see if we manage that again next week when this isn’t safe.”

“I promise as long as I live, I will never do anything to hurt you,” Dieter responded. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Gisela replied. “As long as you live? Do you think we will be together beyond what the BDM and HJ require?”

“I hope so,” Dieter said. “What will our future bring? I don’t know.”

“Well, you are going to university in two years,” Gisela said.

“Maybe,” Dieter replied. “I may do my time in the army first. I have to do that someday and I think I rather do it before university.”

“I would have thought someone on the university track would do university first,” Gisela said. “Not that university is an option for me anymore.”

“My parents and I were shocked back when they tested us for which career track I should follow,” Dieter explained. “I always expected I would work on farm or work in an agricultural business like my Vati [father]. No one in my family ever went to Gymnasium or university.”

“I didn’t know that,” Gisela said. “My family has gone to university for generations. I come from a long line of educators.”

“I excel in Mathematics,” Dieter said. “I don’t know if I want to become an engineer or become a research scientist.”

“Both would be good careers,” Gisela said. “I wish I could say the same. All I get to take in school is courses to teach me how to cook and take care of a house. Becoming a teacher or a nurse doesn’t seem likely anymore. That is what I wanted to do when I was younger ... before ... before ... the...”

“You don’t need to say it,” Dieter replied. “I understand. The schools have changed so much for girls. You would have made a good teacher.”

“That is sweet of you,” Gisela said. “I hope we manage to stay a couple beyond the time when the HJ and BDM are through with us.”

“I would love that,” Dieter agreed as he gave Gisela a kiss. “I want that more than anything.”

The HJ and BDM Schar in Leck planned a march and camping trip for the weekend of 7-9 Oktober. They marched out to a wooded area about 15 kilometers from Leck for the weekend. Saturday morning brought a surprise for Frau König. Ursula Ewald had to dash off while helping cook breakfast. She threw up. She felt better later in the morning and fine in the afternoon and evening. Frau König hoped she was wrong but had her suspicions.

The boys spent most of Saturday engaging in a “terrain study,” which is really just a big wargame without guns. Stefan Martin’s team of roughly twenty guys, including Dieter, “assaulted” a small hill held by another twenty-two boys, led by Hans Pieper. Dieter excelled in woodcraft. He used camouflage and stealth to stalk in close to the hilltop. He managed to seize the “enemy’s” flag twice in the three studies they conducted that day.

Evening brought a hardy supper followed by a big campfire with lots of stories of medieval daring-do by knights and then plenty of patriotic songs about their Fatherland. The teens went to bed in male-only and female-only tents. None of the four HJ/BDM sponsored couples were expected to be in their fertile times, so no coed tents were allowed.

Sunday morning, right after receiving a hearty breakfast of fried eggs and some good sausage, Ursula bolted for the edge of the bushes and promptly threw up. Frau König shot a knowing glance to Herr Baumann before she helped the nauseous girl clean up and settle her stomach.

“Ursula, when was your last period?” Frau König asked as she had the girl lay down to rest.

“Period?” Ursula stuttered. She understood the meaning of the question and didn’t want to know the answer. “Five and a half weeks,” she added hesitantly.

“Have you had sexual intercourse with any boys in the past three weeks?” Frau König asked. Ursula blushed deep pink. “Ursula?”

“Um ... uh ... ja, one time.”

“With who?” Frau König asked.

“Um ... um ... I’m not ... sure of his name,” Ursula said. She knew full well who the boy was but was embarrassed to admit it.

“You know all the boys in our Schar,” Frau König retorted. “How can you not know his name?”

“It was ... he was ... a boy from somewhere near Hamburg,” Ursula answered quietly. “His name was Hans. I don’t know his last name.”

“That is unfortunate,” Frau König sighed. “I could have gotten you into the Lebensborn program and the party would help you through your pregnancy and after the baby is born.”

“Do you really think I am pregnant?” Ursula asked, looking surprised and a little scared.

“Yes, I do, dear,” Frau König said. “I’ll do what I can to help you, but without knowing the racial heritage of the father of your baby, the Lebensborn program can’t take you in.”

“I see,” Ursula answered. Frau König dismissed Ursula to finish packing before the march home. She called over the other four girls whose periods were due a week or two after the trip to Nuremberg. She was surprised to find out Hannhalore Voss was also eight days overdue for her period. Monica Richter and Margot Kalbfleisch were seven days late.

Annaliese König cursed herself as they group marched back to Leck. She should have questioned these girls during the last BDM meeting about their periods. It was too late to matter now. Annaliese König sought out Heinz Baumann when the group was back to their meeting hall, the camping equipment was cleaned and stored away and the youth had headed home.

“We have an issue to discuss, Heinz,” Annaliese explained. “Four more girls missed their periods. It seems we miscalculated when we assigned more couples to the program.”

“Are you certain they are all pregnant?” Heinz asked.

“Not certain, but they likely are,” Annaliese replied.

“Who are the boys responsible?” Heinz asked. “Are they suitable? Can we put these girls in the program?”

“I don’t know,” Annaliese answered. “I found out when I discovered Ursula Ernst has morning sickness. I quizzed her and she says it was a boy from Hamburg that got her pregnant. I don’t believe her. I think she is protecting someone. She was most fertile the last couple days of the trip, after the south Holstein [Gau or state] Schars had left our group. I didn’t have time to interrogate the rest of the girls.”

“That needs to be done,” Heinz said.

“It will,” Annaliese agreed. “Do we have the other couples continue with the program? It seems we have our quota of babies. Do we require the others to go through with this?”

“After the trouble I had arranging it,” Heinz replied. “I leaned pretty hard on the parents to make this happen. What’s the worst if they continue in the program? We present ten babies to the Fatherland instead of our quota of six.”

“Who is next?” Annaliese asked.

“Dieter Pfeiffer spends eight nights with Gisela Fischer, starting tomorrow night,” Heinz said.

“I am surprised that Gisela didn’t catch last month,” Annaliese laughed. “It wasn’t from a lack of effort from Dieter. He is one lusty boy. If you heard the two of them in the afternoon in the railroad car going at it. He had her begging for more.”

“It’s good to know we still have virile youth in Deutschland,” Heinz commented. “I will speak with Stefan and get an investigation started into the fathers of these girl’s babies. You get Ruth [Fromm, the BDM Scharleiter] to start talking with the girls.”

“That is a plan,” Annaliese agreed.

Herr Baumann drove Dieter over to the Fischer house around 9:00 PM Monday evening. Herr Fisher was frosty as he invited Dieter and Herr Baumann into his home. Gisela and Dieter headed upstairs to do their duty for the Fatherland. Herr Baumann and Herr Fischer talked briefly before Herr Baumann took his leave.

Dieter and Gisela disrobed and got in bed and began making out. Raised voices downstairs caught their attention a couple minutes later.

“That God damned horny devil is upstairs sleeping with my little treasure,” Herr Fischer thundered.

“Be quiet Günther,” Frau Fischer urged. “Do you want to argue this with the Gestapo?”

“No,” Günther Fischer admitted.

“Your Vater hates me,” Dieter remarked to Gisela as they listened to her parents argue.

“I’m his little Schatzi [treasure],” Gisela explained. “He feels he needs to protect me.”

“I want to protect you too,” Dieter replied. “I even brought a Gummi for tonight, so we don’t have to worry about me being too slow when I pull out.”

“You are sweet to me, liebling,” Gisela said.

Dieter and Gisela took their time doing their “duty.” Dieter managed to bring Gisela to orgasm before he mounted her and gave her his thick dick. She enjoyed the ride. Thanks to the rubber, Dieter stroked her a long while until he blasted his load of sperm. The two satisfied, and safe, teens cuddled and kissed until they fell asleep.

Stefan Martin found Dieter at lunch at School on Tuesday. He sat down beside Dieter to talk.

“Have you heard Ursula Ewald is pregnant?” Stefan asked. “Do you have any idea who may have done this?”

“I’m not certain,” Dieter answered, trying not to appear to be evasive. “You know I spent my nights with Gisela.”

“Let me know if you hear anything, Dieter,” Stefan asked.

“I will,” Dieter agreed. Dieter had no interest in reporting Rudi Schmidt’s tryst with Ursula. It was really not his business who the young boy screwed.

Dieter’s non-involvement with Ursula’s impregnation came to a sudden end the following evening when he was called to meet privately with Stefan Martin before the Wednesday evening HJ meeting.

Stefan was direct when Dieter sat down in front of the Scharleiter. “A few of your comrades saw you and Ursula Ewald leaving the woods together at the lunch break the next to last day of our trip home from Nuremberg. Did you have sex with Ursula?”

“Sex? No!” Dieter insisted indignantly. “I went to the woods to relieve myself. It was pure chance that Ursula left the woods the same time as me. Gisela and I are a couple.”

“You were in the woods that same time as Ursula?” Stefan asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. “What did you see? Did you hear anything?”

“I can’t say what might have happened in the woods,” Dieter replied. True but certainly not a complete answer.

“You didn’t see or hear anything?” Stefan repeated.

“I can’t say I did,” Dieter offered again.

“Can’t say or didn’t actually see or hear anything?” Stefan retorted. He stared hard into Dieter’s eyes. Dieter was a poor liar. He wilted.

“I really can’t say,” Dieter pleaded.

“Did you see Ursula having sex with someone?”

Dieter hung his head and quietly said, “Yes.”

“Who?” Stefan demanded. Dieter was silent. “Are you going to condemn poor Ursula to having a bastard child and raising it without any help? Is that what you want for the poor girl?”

Dieter sadly shook his head no.

“Who fucked Ursula?” Stefan demanded.

“Rudi,” Dieter answered quietly.

“Rudi?” Stefan asked, now laughing. “Little Rudi with his small prick?”

“Rudi Schmidt fucked Ursula,” Dieter repeated.

“You’ve done the right thing reporting this,” Stefan said smugly. “Who knew little Rudi had this in him?”

“Did I do the right thing?” Dieter asked. “We’re too young to be making babies we can’t care for. Is what we’re doing right?”

“It is for the greater good of the Party and the Fatherland,” Stefan insisted. “You are dismissed Standardträger Pfeiffer.” [Standard-bearer, an HJ rank]

“Jawohl, Scharleiter Martin,” Dieter snapped, before adding quietly, “I suppose this is best.”

Dieter turned and left the small office room where he met with Stefan. Something about Dieter’s final comment didn’t sit right with Stefan. He decided he should report the lack of enthusiasm Dieter displayed towards the program to Herr Baumann. Why would someone display a lack of enthusiasm for a program that required him to sleep with a pretty girl like Gisela Fischer? Stefan certainly wouldn’t have complained had he been assigned Gisela rather than Margrit Hansen.

Stefan reported his findings to Herr Baumann. That left the boy who impregnated Margot Kalbfleisch to identify. Stefan called Rudi in to the small office after the HJ meeting started. Stefan was direct again. “Did you have sex with Ursula Ewald during lunch break the day before we got home from Nuremberg?”

“She has a tight, sweet cunt,” Rudi boasted. “I did her. I fucked Margot too.”

Stefan looked at the immature boy and shook his head in disbelief.

“Why not?” Rudi asked. “Everyone else is fucking their heads off.”

“You are young for this,” Stefan commented.

“Not too young,” Rudi insisted. “I haven’t been a virgin in a year. I’ve fucked many girls since my first. I know all about the program. My cousin, Hedwig Braun, had her baby two years ago. She lives in Flensburg.”

Stefan dismissed the baby-faced Hitlerjugend. Who could have suspected that angelic looking little kid could have gotten two girls pregnant? Stefan reported his findings to Herr Baumann. Later that evening Margot confirmed to Frau König that indeed Rudi had seduced her. She swore he was the only boy she allowed to fuck her. When confronted, Ursula finally admitted that Rudi was the Vater for the baby she was bearing.

Most of the sixty-two youth in the Leck HJ and BDM Schars knew nothing of the inquisition they missed. The normal meetings for boys and girls went on while the interviews and interrogations continued in the background.

Herr Baumann asked Dieter to stay late when the meeting was dismissed.

“Stefan has indicated you have some doubts about guys our age making babies for the Fatherland,” Herr Baumann asked. “Is this true?”

“We are young,” Dieter replied. “Are we ready for this?”

“The Fatherland needs young people to step up,” Herr Baumann replied, staring directly into Dieter’s eyes. “Do you want to harm the Fatherland?”

“No!” Dieter snapped.

“We need more men to fight the Bolsheviks,” Herr Baumann stated. “The struggle for Aryan supremacy will take many decades to achieve. You and Gisela can serve your Fatherland now and, in the future, if you marry and raise a family. Isn’t that true?”

“Yes,” Dieter agreed with less than total enthusiasm. Herr Baumann stared hard at the boy.

“Are you using rubbers with Gisela?” Herr Baumann demanded. “Is that why she is the only girl that didn’t get pregnant on the Nuremberg trip?”

Dieter stared in shock that Herr Baumann figured out what he and Gisela were doing. “Ah ... uh...” the boy stuttered before finally acknowledging, “We did ... just a few times.”

“No rubbers!” Herr Baumann commanded. “Is that clear?”

“Jawohl, Herr Baumann,” Dieter responded immediately.

“Go make a baby,” Herr Baumann added, relaxing his threatening visage. “Make a baby. It is more fun without rubbers.” Dieter couldn’t argue with Herr Baumann about that. Fucking was much nicer without rubbers.

“Jawohl, Herr Baumann,” Dieter repeated.

Dieter headed home from the HJ/BDM meeting with Gisela. Herr Fischer was gruff but not out-right hostile when Dieter greeted him when the couple arrived home. They headed upstairs to Gisela’s bedroom to do their “duty” to the Fatherland.

Gisela was naked in her bed while Dieter was stripping off his clothing when she remarked, “Did you hear Hannahlore, Monica, Ursula and Margot all missed their periods? Apparently the six of us in the program weren’t the only ones having fun on the trip home from Nuremberg.”

“Everyone knew about Hannahlore and Paul,” Dieter replied. “I knew about Ursula too.”

“Frau König and Herr Baumann are trying to find out who fathered the children,” Gisela commented. “I heard this crazy rumor that little Rudi was one of the boys involved. That is hard to believe.”

“Believe it,” Dieter replied. “I saw Ursula and Rudi doing it in the woods at lunch break one day near the end of our trip.”

“I didn’t imagine a young guy like Rudi could get a girl pregnant.”

“He is quite capable of that, apparently,” Dieter said as he dropped his underwear to the floor and crawled in bed with Gisela.

“Apparently Monica spent every night with Hans Pieper on the trip home,” Gisela said. “I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. Hans was in the program last year with my brother, Georg, and Rolf Stenger. He’s used to sleeping with a pretty girl on the trip.”

“They do make rubbers,” Dieter commented. “I wouldn’t be sleeping around, getting a girl pregnant if I had any choice in the matter.”

“And you are rebellious enough to try not to get me pregnant, even though our leaders are encouraging you to do it,” Gisela added.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Dieter replied. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Gisela responded. The two embraced and got started deep kissing and making out. Foreplay lasted a while. The pair weren’t worried about interruptions or getting caught, so they could enjoy themselves.

Gisela had climaxed once by the time she coaxed Dieter into inserting his big dick into her pussy. Practice did improve performance and stamina for the inexperienced guy. Dieter managed to bring Gisela to climax while they fucked, but also managed not to come in his girl. Dieter pulled out just before his dick spat come all over Gisela’s belly. He flopped onto his back beside his lover, panting and overcome by his climax.