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“God, I love the way you use your cock on me!” she crooned up to him. “Your prick is so big, I can feel it just filling me up! Unnn! Sehr gut! Davy!”

Val was delirious now; hot, throbbing pleasure stealing away all her control. Her body writhed and twisted as Davy Nelson plunged down in her, demanding more and more of the space within her for his massive cock. Hs arms tightened on her svelte body and he gripped her ass just as tight, burying himself deep in her sex with every stroke.

Valkyrie didn’t know where her mind was going, what primal instinct she’d accessed, but now she was clawing at Davy like a wild animal and he was biting her in kind. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of their act. She was burning with shame and she knew Davy had to be too, but they couldn’t stop taking the ecstasy they were getting from one another.

She mewled, even growled, as Airboy jammed his hardened manhood deep inside her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders; his hands squeezed her buttocks like clay. Their bodies worked against each other, crashing and bucking like they were trying to kill each other with their sex.

The sand shifted and crinkled, packed tight underneath their ramming bodies. Gasping for unyielding breath, Val came without warning. The rush of insane pleasure filled her body and made it thrash with all she was feeling.

Davy’s mouth slid down until it managed to capture one of her jostling breasts. He sucked on her nipple loudly, bursting the dam inside of Val. Her orgasm wrenched her body with fierce convulsions and she sobbed. Undulating and twitching all at once with Davy’s continued thrusting, bliss consuming her guilt.

“Unghh! OHH! Davy! ANNGGHH!” she wailed, the spasms wracking her luscious flesh until it seemed impossible there could be any more energy left. But the more Davy pistoned into her, the more convulsions her body needed to express.

Davy groaned and speared her cunt one last time, filling it even before his rock-hard erection shot forth his impressive load. Then he slumped down on her body, cock still throbbing, still spurting, Val keening while its ejaculation continued fueling her shattering ecstasy. They were locked together: her the receptacle and Davy giving all that she could take.

Briefly, she passed out, overcome by the sheer insanity of what she was feeling. When she came to, Davy had rolled off her, still panting as he had when his cock was feeling her roiling folds climaxing all around him.

“Oh God, Val,” he gasped. “We shouldn’t have done that!”

“Mmmm, but we did, meine liebchen,” she moaned, kissing him and patting his wet cock with one hand, as though for assurance that it had finally been defeated. That there was no more of that delirious pleasure for it to inflict on her. She was both disappointed and relieved that her hand confirmed his erection had given out. “You really fucked me, Davy. I feel you inside me even now—as I have no other man. No one’s ever fucked me the way you just did. And I can tell you’ve never had a woman like me.”

“I don’t believe it,” Davy said, still panting. “It’s so wrong!”

“If it were so wrong, would you have liked it as much as you did?” Val cooed, pushing her body against his again. “You’d do it again, ja?”

Davy nodded helplessly. “Now that I know how good it is…”

“Nicht wahr, you see? If it was good, how can it be wrong?” Val purred, snuggling up to him and dreaming of what other pleasures they would find together. “And we have nothing to do here but… more good… my little Amerikaner friend…”

“Little?” Davy asked.

Val patted him again. Down there. She could already feel the stirrings that would become the mighty tower which had shown her so much passion. “For now. But we have all night to work on that. And then… you can help me stretch too…”

***

She woke up eagerly. Valkyrie couldn’t believe how much Davy had wanted to fuck her—or how she had reciprocated. After they’d both given into it, neither of them could stop themselves from… all but eating each other alive. He might be younger than her, but he was far from a boy. And Val certainly didn’t feel like an old lady…

They hadn’t fucked all night, of course. Even two such as them had limits. Wired but unable to pursue their mutual interest, they had gone inland and built a shelter by a lagoon. Fed by an underground spring of some sort, it provided clean drinking water before emptying out, via stream, into the ocean. From Birdie, Davy had produced all the survival gear needed to keep them alive until rescue came.

She climbed out of the parachute that now served as an improvised hammock and, after attending to certain needs, she decided to relax by the lagoon. Looking at it, she immediately saw Davy in the water, lying on the inflatable raft from his supplies, eyes closed. He appeared to be asleep, but Val couldn’t be sure. All he wore was his olive boxer shorts, which were not so expansive that they hid the nice big bulge that his cock made. Val felt a tingle between her legs remembering just how big that bulge could get.

Her jersey and jodhpurs hadn’t maintained themselves very well through both the crash and the lovers’ combined efforts to tear them off her body—again and again. But, feeling a need to wear something, Val rent what remained of her jersey into two pieces… two simple bands of yellow cloth that would tantalize the view of her sex and nipples precisely by removing them from view… and she tied them about her shapely body where appropriate.

Taking out her pocket mirror and examining herself head to toe, Val saw to her satisfaction that the bottoms hugged her groin where they were tied around her hips, clearly displaying the swell of her pubic mound. And of course, there was no concealing the ample heft of her breasts. The simple bandeau she made for a top showed them off as titillatingly as could be imagined. She closed her mirror with a feeling of excitement roaring inside her.

The sun was intense, but cut by the towering sycamores and elms that dotted the island like needles in a pincushion. Val walked across the scorching sand until she was standing in the surf kicked up by the gusting sea breeze.

Davy’s raft slowly circled the water.

“Guten morgen.”

He opened his eyes a fraction against the sting of the sun. “Morning, Val. I was wondering when you were going to show up. And I’m glad it wasn’t in a Me 109.”

“In a situation like this, one would be foolish not to catch up on sleep,” Val said, her eyes hungrily drawn down between his toned thighs. “No sign of rescue yet, liebchen?”

“No. We’re still castaways.”

Davy rolled off the life raft and swam over to her. He climbed out of the water reaching for a towel to dry himself off. The man really had thought of everything when it came to Birdie’s stash. And now, he was thinking of her.

The sweeping contours of Val’s ass were literally half-covered, with a scrap of fabric tied around her waist and only hanging down so far along the slope of her buttocks. Davy felt an erection stirring as he boldly took in the flesh he had conquered last night.

Valkyrie pushed out her breasts, showing herself off to him when Davy ran his eyes over her. She felt her pussy growing wet under his gaze. She knew the effect her body had on men; the more of her body they saw, the greater the effect. Val wanted what she knew happened when Davy stared at her, when he lusted after her, so she deliberately sought to enthrall him with her naked skin. Glancing down at his crotch, it pleased her to find he was growing considerably—readying himself to give her the stretching she had asked for last night.

“And here I thought that uniform of yours was well-tailored. Yet you look much better without it,” Davy said with a grin, his eyes complimenting her more than his words ever could. “Just a few bits of cloth and you look all-out ravishing.”

She was shocked to find herself blushing. She was grateful as hell to have the kind of body well served by wearing such a scant outfit. A superior body to attract a superior man…

“And yet, I go without being ravished,” Val replied leadingly. “Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof.”

Their eyes locked for a long moment before Val deliberately looked away. Not harshly, but as if to say she wanted more from him than a look. She reclined on the beach in a dash of shade, putting her feet up on a rock. Deliberately giving Davy a view up the loincloth she had fashioned.

Davy knew she craved his attention. She’d tried him out last night and now she wanted even more. Why else would Val be parading herself in front of him in such provocative attire? Hell, maybe that’s why she had been wearing such a skimpy costume in the first place. At first she’d wanted to intrigue him, but now she was downright propositioning him!

Val saw Davy looking between her thighs and she was sure he could see how wet her sex was. Her own eyes went to his crotch, seeing how much bigger that bulge was than before she’d arrived.

“I’m going to the beach,” Davy said. “If I spell out HELP in rocks, maybe… you never know.”

“Isn’t your downed Birdie enough of an advertisement?” Val asked.

“For my side,” he retorted. “But I’d hate for one of your Luftwaffe goons to drop a bomb on her while she’s grounded.”

Valkyrie watched as he walked away, admiring his lean shoulders and tight, trim ass. She would give him a few minutes, then follow. If he was teasing her by playing hard-to-get, she would do the same in turn.

Then she decided against that. She wouldn’t lower herself to his level with this childish game. If she wanted him, she would take him. It was as simple as that.

Val caught up with him on the trail back to the back. She didn’t waste time with words. She spun around and kissed him. He’d been waiting for her; his prick was hot and stiff in his briefs. Val knew the Fuhrer wouldn’t want her to do this, not without a good strong Aryan man who had taken her in proper matrimony, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter to her if she was Davy’s wife or just his woman. She wanted his cock and she wanted it right now.

Breathing hard, she pulled her mouth free of his. Val was hot with lust. Her hands shook as she fought to untie the top that restrained her breasts. The backs of her fingers ran across her hard, aching nipples when she undid the knot; it felt amazing. Valkyrie shut her eyes and moaned, rocking her voluptuous body back and forth on her heels.

Davy’s hands came up and replaced hers. He squeezed her bosom powerfully, yet with the gentleness she found so appealing about him. Val thrust her tits into his cupped palms, moaning more, rocking more.

“Oh,” she mewled, “it feels even better now, it feels so verdammt GOODDDD!”

Davy leaned in, pushing past the long cascade of her obsidian hair and baring the smooth bronze shoulders. He kissed the tender skin of her neck, turned upwards to lick her earlobe, then his hands flexed on her ample breasts. Her nipples were coals, burning in his fiery palms.

Val shivered like she was freezing, but she wasn’t. She was hotter than the blazing sun that burnt down on them, trying to fry them for their insolence in committing this sin once again.