Refugee

Some temptations are so great it takes great courage to yield to them. ––––Oscar Wilde

Part 1

Mariya awoke in the predawn light with the familiar unquenchable gnawing between her legs.

Tobe, her truck–driving Austrian–born husband, would be gone for at least another full day and night and she was horny as all hell. Her fingers alone were simply not sufficient any longer, especially after her thirteen–year–old stepson so nonchalantly, and most certainly quite deliberately, taunted her the night before walking around the house wearing just frayed white cotton briefs. If that wasn't enough, his little dick poked straight out against the fabric with a small wet stain at the tip.

She knew Ivar started jerking off sometime in the previous few months since she often found his crusty underwear when she did the laundry. For her, that wasn't an issue, having grown up with older brothers. What most surprised her in the last month were the dried cum stains on the sheets of his eleven–year–old sister's bed.

As she considered the possibility her step–kids were having sex, her right hand moved down between her legs as if it had a mind of its own, a finger sliding between the uneven puffy lips of her smoothly shaved pussy. Within seconds, her slit was warm and slippery, the three fingers of her right hand making squelching noises as she rammed them in and out her cunt while roughly circling her throbbing clit with the middle finger of her left.

Just as her thighs began to tremble, she heard the door to the bedroom her stepson and stepdaughter shared in the small house since birth open with one of them going to the bathroom. She turned her head to muffle her moans in the pillow when she heard the distinctive splash that could only mean Ivar was the one pissing.

Immediately, she pictured his young cock as it pushed out the front of his briefs the evening before, causing her to get yet closer to cumming. In her mind, she imagined wrapping her fingers around that young dick, gently caressing his soft black–olive–sized balls then taking the entire length of his cock and ball sac into her mouth as his watery cum shot down her throat. Her breath caught in her throat when her back arched, her thighs quivered and her climax rippled through her body.

A few moments later, she needed to use the bathroom herself. When she stepped out of her bedroom, she noticed the door to the kids' room was slightly ajar. As she crept closer, she heard a low moan and the distinctive squeak of the mattress springs.

As quietly as possible she approached the door. The bed she could see directly, Ivar's bed, was empty, the sheets and bedding not even rumpled. In the mirror, she could see the reflection of eleven–year–old Ada's bare back and ass as she enthusiastically bobbed up and down, impaling herself on her brother's rigid cock while he held a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

Mariya's pussy was instantly on fire. She tugged her left nipple viciously with her right hand while fingering her dripping pussy with the left.

“Now...now...do it now,” she heard Ivar croak as another orgasm began to crest on her fingers.

Ada quickly raised herself off her brother's cock and scrambled to take his throbbing shaft into her mouth. Just before her lips wrapped around the head of her brother's dick, the first two spurts of his watery spunk splattered on Ada's nose and lips. Ivar continued humping his sister's face until at least three more shots of his cum went directly down her throat. When the eleven–year–old collapsed on her brother's chest, Mariya hurried into the bathroom, sat on the commode and fingered herself to her third climax in less than an hour.

“Oh god, why isn't that me?” she thought to herself, the aftershocks of her latest orgasm slowly ebbing away, “I want to feel his small cock in my mouth and cunt, cumming inside me, filling me with his warm watery sperm, fucking me like his father. Then feel his sister lick me clean before I do the same to her with her brother's and father's still warm sperm oozing from her tight young cunt.”

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Less than a half hour later, Mariya stood in the kitchen making breakfast. She deliberately wore a loose–fitting robe without a bra or panties, knowing Ivar usually wore only his briefs to eat before dressing for school. She wanted to see if he would get hard again in her presence and had every intention to tease and tempt him with her body to accomplish that, whatever it took.

“Good morning, Mariya,” he announced when he entered the kitchen.

Mariya turned around so quickly her right tit popped out of the robe right in front of the thirteen–year–old boy. Ivar turned a bright shade of red seeing her bare breast, his eyes locked on her stiff dark brown nipple. For her part, Mariya just smiled and glanced down to see his four–and–a–half–inch long cock poking straight out against his plain white cotton briefs. She felt a twinge deep in her pussy seeing how fast he got hard, knowing he climaxed inside his sister's cunt and mouth just thirty minutes or so earlier.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you,” Mariya said softly, holding up her exposed tit with her right hand but not immediately tucking it back into her robe, seemingly studying the tiny bumps surrounding the erect nipple. “I bet you haven't seen a grown woman's bare breasts before have you, up close and in person like this I mean, not just in a porn video?”

Ivar shook his head no, turning even redder as he continued staring at her tit topped by a large rock–hard dark brown nipple. Mariya just smiled sweetly and stepped closer to him.

“Why don't you take a really good look now that you have the chance? I don't mind at all and no one else need know since we're alone,” she continued seductively, brushing her thumb over the erect nipple while unabashedly looking down at his hard–on. “I can see you're growing up and need to learn about such things as they are in real life, not some stupid unrealistic porn fantasy. Your cock getting hard is nothing to be ashamed of and is quite natural when you are aroused, especially a growing boy like yourself. I remember seeing my brothers' cocks get hard and leak all the time at your age and as they got older.”

Still, Ivar stood there in silence, the small stain in the front of his briefs quickly growing larger. Mariya smiled even brighter and shrugged her shoulders so her left tit popped free too.

“Don't be shy. Do you like my tits? The way you are looking at them excites me, especially knowing just the sight of them arouses you and makes you hard,” she cooed alluringly, reaching down to take his hands in hers. “You can touch them if you like, feel their weight and how stiff you make my nipples.”

With that she pulled his hands up under both her tits, letting them rest in his palms as he looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. Mariya shuffled another step closer to him with her nipples just millimeters from his bare chest.

“I can tell you like touching my tits. I like the way your warm hands feel on them too,” she murmured softly, reaching down to brush her right hand across his hard cock and wet spot staining his briefs. “You are very hard. That is always the sign a man likes what he sees and feels of a woman's body.”

Ivar turned an even brighter shade of red but kept balancing her tits in his palms. As the wet spot in his briefs continued to grow, Mariya wondered if he was actually cumming with such a light touch of her hand.

“You poor boy, you look and feel like you need some release right now,” she told him in a hoarse whisper. “It's OK, you know. You can jerk yourself off whenever your dick throbs and gets hard like it is now. It's very normal and everybody does it from time to time, boys and girls, men and women of all ages...including me. Do you know I finger myself for relief quite often, especially when your father is away and no one's here...to help me?”

“You...you mean...right here...now?” he gasped as she slightly tightened her fingers on his throbbing dick, “I...I can't...not in...front...of you.”

“Go in the bathroom if you are more comfortable bringing yourself to an orgasm in private,” she told him, taking her hand off his cock after a final deliberately hard long squeeze.

He turned quickly and rushed to the only bathroom in the house, entering so quickly he left the door slightly ajar. Mariya waited a few seconds before following. When she stopped in the hallway outside the door she could see him through the crack in the door furiously stroking his cock, his eyes closed and his head thrown back. She slipped her right hand down between her legs to finger her dripping wet slit, waiting until she could tell from the way he moaned and his body shuddered that he was on the brink of cumming.

“Aim into the toilet so you don't splatter your sticky cum all over the floor,” she said to him sternly as she pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom.

Ivar looked at her aghast but was much too close to stop. He sort of aimed toward the toilet bowl a few seconds before his watery spunk erupted from the tip of his cock, with three spurts splashing in the water, two more on the seat and the last dribbling to the top of his right foot.

“That was very hot and I am even more excited now,” Mariya told him, letting her robe fall completely open so he could see not only her perky tits and hard nipples but also her smoothly shaved pussy and the glistening streaks of juices seeping down the inside of both her thighs. “You can jerk off whenever you want in the house when your father's not around. I won't tell him anything. I'll even show you how I masturbate and cum on my fingers for you if you'd like when you allow me to watch you. Maybe we three...you, your sister and me...could even stay naked together in the house when your father's not here too.”

At that point, Mariya flamboyantly slid a finger through her moist slit, tied her robe closed and walked back to the kitchen, leaving Ivar standing naked with his only halfway deflated cock still in his right hand. As she passed the bedroom Ivar shared his entire life with his eleven–year–old sister, she noticed Ada laying nude on the bed with a mischievous smile on her face, her legs so wide apart her smooth hairless pussy slit gaped open, glistening invitingly in the early morning light.

Mariya simply smiled back and kept walking.

•••••

The rest of the day, Mariya masturbated repeatably watching porn, unable to get the sight of Mario jerking off and cumming out of her mind. Her brain was a confused mix of apprehension and arousal trying to decide what, if anything, she should do about the thirteen–year–old boy and eleven–year–old girl generating such overwhelming feelings of need and lust in her.

She didn't have a problem using her body to get whatever she wanted or needed, never did. She had been doing so since willingly and quite cheerfully giving her two older brothers and three of their high school friends her virginity when she was thirteen and a half years old, happy to get that out of the way long before any of her friends so she could do even more with them and others. In her own mind, she was a promiscuous, cock–and–cum–loving slut and quite proud of it. That carefree, even cheerful, wantonness ultimately saved her....

….She was fast asleep between the two strangers she brought home from the bar after closing time the night before when the bombs destroyed her room and most of the tiny building housing her entire family around it.

Her eyes blinked open to the sight of smoke and fire and the sounds of screams and sirens. One of the guys in her bed was lying on top of her, his blood and brains splattered across her face and bare breasts. She shoved his limp body which probably saved her life to the side, giving herself enough room to crawl out from the debris of the collapsed walls and ceiling all around her.

In a daze, she stumbled toward the hallway, oblivious to the blood flowing down the side of her face or that she was stark naked. A firefighter grabbed her shoulders, shouting in her face to ask about others in the room. When she finally realized what he wanted, she told him there were two.

For the life of her, she never could remember either of their names.

An hour later, she sat at the temporary aid station across the street wrapped in a ratty blanket watching the last of the house collapse into a flaming heap of rubble, taking the remainder of her family and everything she owned with it. She was back to where she was the day she was born and her mother succumbed to the rigors of her birth...naked, alone and without a single possession to her name.

Over the next couple of days, Mariya welcomed the kindness of strangers and endured the ordeals of an overwhelmed bureaucracy. She was first sent to a government reception area where they provided her with some needed minor medical attention and a few well–worn but clean items of clothing.

After being shuffled around to a few more places, she was given the chance to escape the horrors of the war engulfing the country. With no family or anything to lose, she took the opportunity to emigrate.

It quickly became evident she needed to trade in the only currency still available to her...her young, quite desirable and most amenable body. She never hesitated or even objected to the most demeaning demands made of her for even a second regardless of the immediate situation.

   ….A hand job under a desk sped up some necessary paperwork....

         ….A blow job in a closet meant a better ration for dinner....

      …..A quick fuck led to a hot shower and comfortable bed....

….An ass fucking in the morning sometimes even resulted in nicer or at least cleaner clothes....

Mariya happily took on all comers, old and young, skinny and fat, clean and dirty, even the occasional woman closer to her mother's age than her own who sought the feel and taste of her young and most eager pussy and mouth and fingers.

Twice, she readily offered herself so the squad of soldiers guarding one of the trains used her pussy and mouth and ass for most of a full day and night instead of two preteen girls the undisciplined louts intended to brutally defile as payment for the passage their mother couldn't meet in any other way.

She actually found herself aroused and enjoying the dozen or so cocks repeatedly plunging into her mouth and cunt and ass. Her pussy dripped when the soldiers encircled her, first jerking themselves off on her face and tits and pussy then washing their acrid cum from her body and mouth, cunt canal and bowels with their piss.

Despite her humiliation, she couldn't look away, her nipples stiffening and her pussy juices seeping down the inside of her thighs, watching another group of teenage soldiers rape and brutalize three screaming kids traveling alone, two girls and a boy all under ten, the same way they did her. She was chagrined her body quivered harder and her pussy juices oozed from her ever faster with every thrust into, and every shriek from, those prepubescent mouths and cunts and assholes. She climaxed repeatedly anyway

In the end, she survived, her small victory in the war raging around her. She prayed those little girls and boys did the same on the next train.

The more cocks she sucked, pussies she licked or cum she felt gushing into her cunt or ass or throat, the more she wanted and indeed needed.

The boys old enough to get hard and cum but too young to serve in the military were eager but solely focused on their own satisfaction.

The older men mostly were unable to get hard or ejaculated nearly instantly in their astonishment a pretty young woman so willingly offered them her hands and mouth and pussy and asshole.

The young girls were not much better than the boys.

The older women were often too traumatized to more than shyly thank her and hurry away as soon as their climaxes faded away even before their pussy juices dried on her hands and face.

So much the better if one of her anonymous lovers occasionally attended to any of her needs. She learned not to count on that, however, using her own fingers for gratification and relief once or twice most days.

After a few weeks, she found herself in an Austrian refugee center awaiting placement for a job and a permanent place to stay. Volunteering to help around the facility during the day not only gave her something to do but also the chance to identify potential hook–ups in the constantly changing population of men and women, boys and girls, processed through the center.

She noticed Tobe almost from the moment he first walked in. Not only was he ruggedly handsome, he was somewhat older than her, enough she suspected he was an experienced, and maybe even considerate, lover. She had grown to appreciate those qualities more and more in the previous few weeks of casual hook–ups, quickie fucks and hurried blow jobs.

It didn't take her long to strike up a conversation with him, finding out he was a truck driver who made regular deliveries to the facility. Despite her all but outright invitation to fuck right from the outset, he remained cordial and considerate but made no move to seek more from her. That made him even more desirable. By the fourth time she spoke to him about ten days later, she was ready to strip naked and throw herself at him when he hesitatingly asked her to share dinner with him.

It turned out he was a widower with two kids, a boy twelve and a girl ten. He admitted his reluctance to ask her out earlier was mostly because of their age difference, doubting a pretty young woman in her twenties had any interest in a man almost old enough to be her father.

The more Mariya listened to him, the wetter her pussy became. Before they finished a second bottle of wine, she nestled in close to him with a hand on his upper thigh just inches from the warm growing bulge in his jeans. When he shifted his hips slightly, she placed her hand directly on his stiff cock and squeezed tightly.

'If you don't take me somewhere and fuck me stupid right now, I'm going to scream,' she whispered in his ear, crushing her erect right nipple against his upper arm.

Ten minutes later, they were desperately ripping each other's clothes off in the sleeping compartment behind the cab of his truck. Even before he finished pulling his jeans and underwear below his knees, Mariya took his thick six–inch–long cock into her mouth, swallowing him completely as she gently squeezed his balls and fingered his asshole.

When his cum quickly gushed into her mouth and down her throat, he pushed her on her back and buried his face in her smoothly shaved pussy. He brought her to three body–quaking orgasms in a row on his tongue and fingers before he was again hard enough to ram his cock into her. She had two more climaxes on his dick before his cum flooded into the deepest recesses of her cunt.

For the rest of the night, they dozed for short periods between rounds of sucking and fucking. By the time he had to leave in the morning, Mariya had cum more times and much more intensely than since the last orgy when her oldest brothers made her the central attraction before the start of the war.

Over the course of the next two weeks, Tobe visited the facility another half dozen times. Each time, he and Mariya spent the entire night in his truck fucking and sucking until they were totally exhausted.

'Why are you still here?' he asked her one of those evenings as they smoked a cigarette and recovered between orgasms. 'Most people are only here for a few days or a week before moving on.'

'I guess not many sponsors are looking for a girl from a small village who only has only a little bartending experience and less formal education,' she told him before circling his left earlobe with the tip of her tongue. 'Besides, I think the director deliberately keeps my name from most transfer lists because he likes my blow jobs so much.'

Earlier, she regaled Tobe with some of the raunchier details of her escape while he licked and sucked and fingered her. He simply grunted, pulled her on top of him and rammed his cock into her cunt with her riding him until they both climaxed again. She thought he might have been more aroused than usual by her casual mention of sucking the director and vaguely hinted about others at the facility as well.

'Why don't you sponsor me?' she asked him as he prepared to leave in the morning. 'I could find a job and take care of your kids while you're on the road.'

'I'm not sure I can,' he replied before giving her a final passionate open–mouthed kiss and driving away. 'I have to think about it.'

Two days later, he was back and they both had two orgasms in the cab of his truck before even saying much more than hello to each other. Mariya snuggled under his arm absentmindedly twirling the tip of his sticky deflated cock in her fingers when she finally spoke.

'So, what do you think?'

'About what?'

'About sponsoring me, silly,' she replied giving him a playful punch in his upper left arm.

'Oh...that.'

'Yeah, that or would you prefer I go give the director an extra blow job right now while you watch and jerk off instead of fucking you again?'

'Hmm, decisions decisions. Who says I'd just watch and not help you?' he laughed and bit her right nipple lightly, 'Seriously though, I did look into it, but there is a problem.'

'What kind of problem?'

'As a widower, I can't sponsor a single woman.'

'So what's the problem?' she grinned and crawled on him to hover with her pussy just inches from his face. 'Let's go find someplace to get married right now or at least right after I cum on your face and tongue and swallow another mouthful of your creamy sperm.'

It wasn't quite that simple, but three days later, and two more blow jobs than usual for the director, one with Tobe surreptitiously watching through an office window while jerking off, they were married by the local mayor. Tobe even insisted they get an actual hotel room the night of the wedding before what turned out to be a three–day drive to his home for Mariya to meet his kids....

….When Ivar and Ada walked into the kitchen after school, a completely naked Mariya rose to face them, her nipples hard as rocks and her gaping slit, pussy lips and inner thighs glistening with the drying juices from her multiple orgasms throughout the day.

“We have to talk,” she told Ivar and Ada simply.

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I want to thank MS, her family and friends from Croatia for sharing the experiences that inspired this fictionalize story of her escape and on–going fulfillment of her life–long fantasies.

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