Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2007 14:20:34 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Malgre tout 10/13 (Historical)

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MALGRE TOUT
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007
written on October 18, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by John

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"MALGRE TOUT" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes
of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and
so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this
story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you
think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 10 -- Helga and the butter.

"<Yes, I think it would be a good idea going to Belgium, as you are both
deserters. But first we have to rescue your French friend. You will stay
here, hidden. You have not to be seen when Givet's doctor comes here. He
is French...>"

"<Dad, Kurt could pass for one of our cousins who came from Luxembourg...>"

"<But he should be able to speak French as well as German. Are you able
to speak French?>"

"Little, I little speak French..." Kurt answered.

"No, we speak it better than that... <For the moment it would be better you
hide.>"

"<You will not report us, would you?>" Kurt asked.

"<There isn't any reason to.>" The man answered.

Then the man told Kurt his story. Helga's mother was from Givet and
owned the farm with her brother. He was previously a peddler and often
walked the roads between Luxembourg, Liege and Namour then to go back
along the Meuse passing through Verdun, then Metz and Thionville again.

He met Madeleine, they fell in love and married and she followed him.
Then Helga was born and Madeleine stopped at Hesperange, in Luxembourg.
When passing through Givet again, he met his brother-in-law who told him
he intended to emigrate and so to sell his fields and farm. He then
decided to buy his brother-in-law's part, to move there with his family
and to start working as a farmer. In fact he had become tired touring
all the year long and so often  being far from his family.

So he sold all his merchandise, went to take Helga and Madeleine, paid
his part to his brother in law who moved away from Givet with all his
family. This happened ten years before, when Helga was eight years old.
One year after they were living there, Madeleine was once again
pregnant. But she gave birth to two dead twins and a few days later she
too was dead.

In a first moment the man had thought to sell everything and to go back
to Hesperange, but after all he was fine there. So they remained at
Givet. During the good seasons, for the sowing and the harvest, they
hosted some laborers coming from the region. Now that winter was coming,
there were only him and his daughter to care for the few livestock and
for the house.

Helga prepared a straw mattress for Kurt, near that of Jacques. It was
late and they all went to sleep. Kurt, even though he was terribly
tired, slept little and badly because he woke up very often to be sure
that Jacques was still breathing.

He was terrified that his friend could not last the night till the
doctor arrived. But the morning came. Helga, riding a donkey, left at
first light for the not too far-off village. Kurt asked the man, master
Mayer, if he could help him to do anything.

"<No, Kurt, go upstairs now to the attic and stay there until the doctor
has left. We'll call you.>"

"<Will not the doctor understand Jacques is a deserter, seeing the rifle
wounds? Will he not report him?>"

"<No, don't worry... I'll take care of that, be confident. But it is
extraordinary that two enemies had become such friends! It is possibly
because you both deserted... that could have united you two so much...>"

"<Do you despise us, because we deserted?>"

"<No way... you are youths, you chose life... And anyway this war will end,
sooner or later, won't it? Go upstairs, now, the doctor can arrive at
any moment...>"

When they finally called him downstairs, Jacques was still unconscious,
but the doctor had changed his bandage. He said that there were good
hopes that the boy could recover, as no vital organs had been damaged.
He also said he would come back to see the patient every other day, but
to call him if complications arose.

"<Your friend is strong, he will get well.>" Helga told him with a smile,
while Kurt was helping her to pull out the manure from the stable.

"<I really hope so...>"

"<You too are strong. And also a handsome boy, even more than the
Frenchman...>" the girl said, looking at him.

"<Thank you, you are very kind.>"

"<I'm happy you are here. I feel less lonely. In the good season there
are other men and it's amusing. But winter never ends.>"

"<Would you like having a brother, a sister?>"

"<I'd like having a boyfriend...>"

"<You still haven't got one? You are really pretty, who knows how many
boys court you.>"

"<Well, yes. It's true, but... Dad always keeps an eye on me. He wants me
to go to the altar still a virgin, do you see?>"

"<Therefore you still don't have a boyfriend?>" Kurt again asked her.

"<Dad wants me to marry the farrier's son...>"

"<Do you like him?>"

"<So so... he's not bad but... I like you better.>" The girl answered looking
straight in his eyes.

Kurt blushed slightly and turned to spread the clean straw.

"<Why don't you stop here with us?>" the girl then asked.

"<I don't know... I don't think so. Here, I would always be a foreigner...
and an enemy...>"

"<Not for me...>" the girl said, brushing his hand.

Kurt felt he was getting aroused and tried to still his reaction, going
to take another pitch-forkful of straw to spread on the litter. Helga
then went to prepare the dinner and Kurt finished the work in the stable
by himself.

During the meal time, the father proposed other jobs for him to do and
Kurt readily and willingly agreed. From time to time he went to check
Jacques condition. After three days he had not yet recovered
consciousness and rather a strong fever had come so that Kurt was really
scared. But the doctor who came to visit Jacques again, gave some drugs
to Helga and said there was nothing to worry about.

Master Mayer was happy with Kurt's work, "<It's obvious you are farmers
son. Why don't you stay here with us?>"

"<No, thank you... only as long as Jacques recovers, if this is not too
much of a burden to you.>"

"<On the contrary! You are a very good worker and you seem to be a good
boy. Think about it, anyway... there's time.>"

"<Thank you. I'll think about it, sure.>"

When Kurt and Helga were again alone, while they were changing Jacques'
bandages, the girl asked him, "<Kurt, did you decide if you stop here
with us?>"

"<Not yet. I'm still thinking about.>"

"<I would be really glad... I like you a lot, Kurt.>"

"<I like you too, Helga.>"

The girl covered Jacques body, drew near Kurt, embraced him and kissed
him on the mouth. She felt him shudder and lowered a hand to caress
between his legs, to check his turgidity that was just awakening.

"<Touch me you too, Kurt!>" the girl panted, deeply kissing him again.

The boy cupped his hands on her breasts and groped them through the
blouse cloth, above the short and tight velvet corset. The girl moaned
in a low voice and her hand on the boy's basket became more inquisitive.
Kurt slipped a hand under her skirt and touched her drawers, between her
legs. The girl shuddered and sighed aloud.

The noise of the kitchen door made them hurriedly part and Kurt blushed.
Helga giggled. The father entered the room.

"<How is the Frenchman?>"

"<He is a little less feverish...>" Helga said quietly.

"<We changed his bandages...>" Kurt added.

"<Didn't he still recover his senses?>"

"<Not yet, Dad.>"

"<Oh, Kurt, come and give me a hand...>" the man then said.

"<Straightaway.>" The boy answered and followed master Mayer.

During the night Kurt, while he tried to fall asleep, lying on his
pallet near that of his friend, thought back to Helga. For sure the girl
was pretty and he felt very attracted to her. And she wanted to make
love at least as much as him, or rather, even more. And also the girl's
father seemed to hope that he would stop there with them. He had said to
him that they could make him pass for a far relative of the north of
Luxembourg, that is of the German speaking zone. Nobody there in France
could detect that his accent was not that of Luxembourg German. The
temptation was strong and... who knows... it could even result in a marriage
with Helga... And one day the farm and the fields could belong to him...

The next day Jacques finally recovered consciousness, while Kurt was not
at home. Helga's father, who spoke a fair French, explained to him where
he was and what happened him. Later the doctor came again and Kurt just
had time to hide. The doctor carefully treated Jacques and said that his
body was finally starting to react, and that in about one month the boy
could even leave his bed. He gave him other medicaments and said he
would come back four days later.

As soon as the doctor went way, Kurt went downstairs to see his friend.

"Oh, Jacques, how you be?"

"How are you, you should say..." his friend corrected him with a weak
smile.

"Yes, how are you?"

"I feel like a weakling..."

"What's weakling?"

"A person low in physical strength. Strong  is so..." Jacques said, miming
it, "and weak is so, as I am now..."

"Ah, understood. But you now rest much, eat much and become strong,
right?"

"Yes, sure. How are the man and the girl, here?"

"They? Very good are. From Luxembourg are. I said them all about us..."

"All... everything?" Jacques asked with a sly smile.

"No, all everything not. Not of kisses and love. Only we deserters and
those things. And they say they no report us."

"Well, that's good. And you, how are you?"

"I well. I work and help here in farm. And eat well. Helga make very
good food."

"Well, I'm feeling a little hungry..." Jacques said.

"Yes, you many days eat nothing! I ask Helga make good food for you,
good?"

"Yes, thank you."

The girl prepared some light and nourishing food and she wanted to feed
the French boy. Kurt went out to work with the girl's father.

A little before supper time Kurt went to the stable to milk the cows.
Also Helga went there.

"<Kurt, Dad is sawing wood behind the house, can you hear him?>"

"<Yes...>"

"<Stop milking, come here.>"

"<Why? I have to finish...>"

"<I'll help you later. Now come here and kiss me.>"

"<But... if your father comes?>"

"<The saw noise will warn us, But he still has a lot to do. Come here,
come on!>"

Kurt stood up and drew near the girl. She at once embraced him and they
kissed. Kurt raised her skirt and touched her.

"<You aren't wearing your drawers!>" he said, surprised, caressing her
between her legs.

"<No... I took them off... for you...>" she murmured and kissed him intimately
and through the cloth of his trousers touched and pleasured the boy's
strong erection.

While Kurt was teasing her between her legs with a finger, Helga untied
his trousers and made them slide down to his knees. She took in her hand
his erect member and greedily fingered it.

"<I want you, Helga...>" Kurt panted, aroused.

"<Yes...>" she answered, merrily.

Kurt leaned on her, pushing forward his pelvis in an awkward attempt to
penetrate her, but she withdrew.

"<No, not that way...>" Helga said with a low and hoarse voice.

"<But I want you...>" the boy protested.

"<I too want it... But I have to remain a virgin. Take my back, Kurt.>"

"<Your back?>" the boy asked, somewhat amazed.

"<Yes, sure.>" She answered turning and rising the long skirt until she
uncovered her plump ass that she stretched towards Kurt, turning back
her head to look at him with an inviting little smile.

Outside the noise of the saw was rhythmically going on.

Kurt leaned against her back directing his rod with a hand between
Helga's round and soft buttocks. He searched with a finger for her hole
and placed his rod on it, starting to push. But he found the same
resistance he had experienced when he tried it with Jacques.

"<Hey, not like that!>" she protested giggling, "<That way you'll hurt me...>"

"<So how, then?>" Kurt asked, stopping, aroused and panting.

"<You never did it, before?>"

"<Never in the back.>"

"<You should put some butter there, on my little hole and on your nice
rod... But we haven't any butter now...>"

"<So, then?>"

"<So, then also some spittle could work. Put some on your fingers and
make wet your nice rod, then some also on my little hole, then start to
push, but very gently...>"

"<And... it doesn't hurt you?>"

"<No, on the contrary...>"

"<And... it will enter? All of it?>"

"<Yes, sure...>"

"<You already did it?>"

"<Yes, with two of the laborers. One used the butter and took me on the
kitchen table... The other one used his spittle instead. Butter is better,
even though afterwards it's more difficult to clean up...>"

Kurt had listened her explanation with interest. He carefully wet his
hard member with saliva, then abundantly wet her hole as well and tried
again. At first it seemed he was meeting the same resistance than
before, but then he felt the sphincter surrender, dilate, open, receive
it and he slipped inside her, feeling a very strong and very good
sensation of warmth.

Then seizing her at the hips, he started to fuck her with great gusto.
The back hole of the girl was tighter and warmer than the one in front
that he had tried in the past, Kurt noticed, therefore more agreeable.
And Helga was moving her plump ass and every now and then she squeezed
her sphincter thus making him feel an even greater pleasure.

At a certain point Kurt became wryly aware that the rhythm with which he
was fucking that ass was the same as that of the saw noise of her
unaware father. But at one point the boy accelerated giving her wild and
erratic pushes, and emptied himself in the girl's guts with a set of
vigorous thrusts.

Panting, they parted and tidied their clothes.

"<You really are a young bull in heat, Kurt! You enjoyed it, didn't you?>"

"<Yes.>" The boy answered with a smile, and thought - and you are a real
cow.

"<We'll do it again, won't we Kurt?>"

"<When you want to, Helga. But now you have to help me to milk the other
cows.>"

"<Now that I've milked you, let's milk them...>" the girl giggled.

Kurt thought that he now knew why he and Jacques never succeeded in
doing it. And he resolved, as soon as his friend was healed, to teach
him. Meanwhile he would amuse himself with Helga.

No, he thought, he would not stop in their farm. He liked Helga, for
sure, but he now knew he was in love with Jacques. Helga was pretty,
likeable, and also an agreeable fuck. But Jacques was his friend-lover,
he was irreplaceable. He felt at peer with his Jacques.

He decided to say nothing for the moment. He wanted to do it again with
Helga, so that he can become more skilled. She already did it several
times with at least a couple of men... She was skilled. He would ask her
to explain to him what it had been like the first times... She would for
sure find another man to charm... and to frame; she didn't need him. And
he didn't need her.

He knew, on the contrary, that he was Jacques' first man, and Jacques
was his first man. He knew that the French boy needed him, as much as he
needed Jacques. And in his heart he swore that he would never ever part
from his friend-lover. He owed his life to Jacques, that time when they
first met, and now Jacques owed him his life. They were indissolubly
bonded.

He managed to withdrew a couple of times during those days, and once
they also used butter, which was way better than spittle. It happened
one day when her father went to the village for some provisions. Helga
made him take her on the kitchen table, lying down on her back and
pulling her legs on her chest, stretching her plump ass out over the
massive table edge and he, standing, had fucked her while with his hands
was kneading her prosperous breasts.

When he was with Jacques, he was feeling a slight sense of guilt towards
his friend, but the thought that by learning from Helga he could finally
do it with him when he was healed, put his conscience to rest.

When, during the night, he was alone with his Jacques, he kissed him on
the mouth and tenderly caressed him. Jacques wanted to make love, but
Kurt insisted they had to wait.

"Before you have be good body, love. After we make much beautiful
things, I promise. Good?"

"Yes, love. But you do love me, don't you?"

"Sure I love you. I love only you!"

"But Helga looks at you in a way that..."

"Oh, she just a woman. She wants me stay here. I now not say no, not say
yes, but when you are well we go to Belgium, you and I, unite forever,
yes?"

Jacque smiled him gratefully.

"Now you rest well to be strong soon, so you and I, the night can again
make love even more well than before. Good?"

"Yes, my love..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11

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