Overwrite it.

I had the toughest time when I resumed my duties the following day. Kara had cuddled behind me, not forcing me to talk at all. It was as if she knew what was going through my mind. She wouldn’t leave me out of her sight. I had great difficulties looking at Clara and Sophia. They were still stunning, but I couldn’t look at them for long. Not that they were around that much. Kylie had taken over the squad for now, but since they had learnt almost all we knew, she kept it at just advising how to proceed with protecting the region.

I kept myself busy with refining the skills of the youngest recruits Mia and Ella. It was bad that they were so young and had been thrust to be ready to defend the villagers that had abandoned them in the first place. Mia was only sixteen, Ella would get eighteen in two days from then, she told me in the evening session. I said it was sad she would have to celebrate her birthday in such miserable times.

“I don’t mind. It is what it is. I don’t really like having birthdays. I have been living in foster care my whole life and becoming eighteen is the day you get thrown out of the house. Something my foster parents abundantly made clear during my stay here and just before they left to enlist. It is the reason I said was seventeen, and not almost eighteen minus a few days.”

“I’m very sorry to hear that.” I frowned.

“Don’t be. I am over it. And I have it a lot better now. I can get my own food now, I know how to be safe, and this war turned the world upside down. It will be a lot better place for young women like me who know how to handle themselves. The villagers don’t really realize it yet, but they will have a hard time adapting to the new world order. If there is any order at all.”

“Hmm... Very wise of you to get that already.” I replied before leaving for the night.

I entered our cave and only saw Kylie in it.

“Where are Kara and Kate?”

“Kara is taking the first watch. Kate is with her brother at Marie’s until the second watch.”

“And Didier?”

“Didier is with Lina, practicing sniping at night. Or something else, you set them up after all.” She smiled at me.

“Oh... Glad it is turning out so well.”

“Yes, so that means we have the night completely for ourselves...”

“Oh...”

“Don’t worry about it. If you don’t want to do anything, we won’t, but I would like to try something out to help you.”

“Oh?”

“Did you know the Black Forest has multiple wellness hotels in the area?”

“I suppose, it has always attracted a lot of tourists.” I replied.

“Well, there were at least two very close by. Abandoned except for the owners. I asked them some stuff and they were happy to give it to me.”

She showed me a few bottles of massage oil right in front of my eyes.

“You said earlier you were happy to give a massage, when Kara mentioned she took a bottle of olive oil. It was the wrong oil, but the idea was very good. And seeing you so tense now... makes me so tense too, so...”

“Oh...” I smiled at her.

“And it can be used in the way Kara had in mind. The owner said some clients had left it behind before the war.”

“Oh...” I smiled broadly.

“Kara needs to be eased into that first. And you would like some extra training in it...?”

I gulped. One of my fantasies of my dirty mind... Without hurting of course.

“And you would be willing...?” I asked unsurely.

“Yes, very much in fact. Done gently, it is a real turn-on for me. And you will be gently, won’t you?”

“Yes, of course.”

“But, first, I need a massage, Alex, a gentle, sensual, relaxing back massage I could fall asleep with, just before you do anything else...”

“Anything... you ask of me, Kylie.”

“Anything... you want, Alex.”

“And before you start, best if I we get undressed. Slowly.”

Calmly we undressed. To ease ourselves into it.

“You are beautiful, Kylie.” I said when she stood naked before me.

“Thank you, Alex, you are a very handsome man too,” she said when she laid herself on the very large towel draped over the mattrass.

I started pouring oil on her calves and gently spread it all around. Then I grabbed her slick ankles carefully and slid my hands slowly upwards. Back to her ankles, a bit firmer now and slid my hands upwards again. I poured some more oil on her calves and on my hands. With both my hands I commenced kneading one of her well-formed calves, pressing my thumbs into her tensed muscles.

Sensual and effective.

She sighed heavily at the sensations, giving me the hint I could proceed. After I was done kneading both her calves, I shifted my position and om my knees I sat on her left side. All alongside her thighs I spread the oil, just up to her ass.

Grabbing her furthest thigh with both hands, starting just above the knees, in a twisting motion I worked. Like wringing out a mop, with the mop her beautiful thigh, trying to free all the stress out of her, moving up to her ass.

But best not to tell her that comparison.

I smiled to myself, enjoying the touching of her exquisite body.

All for me. At my mercy.

And mercy I would give her, in spades. She sighed more, repeatedly, while I continued the firm but gentle kneading of her thighs in succession. Moaning I heard. Relieving the stress in her body and mind.

Perhaps that was what the army meant in the first place? Giving each other massages at bad times and nothing else?

Once again I smiled to myself, thinking my jokes were getting better with time.

Time to tease her a bit.

My right hand was on her left thigh, moved from knee to her ass. I returned, then I twisted my wrist forwards, rested my thumb on the back of her thigh, and all my fingers on her inner thigh. Slowly but surely I slid up, coming dangerously close to her slit. I retreated a bit, then returned again. Like a waves crashing against coastal rocks, never fully reaching inland.

She moaned in anticipation. She knew full well where I was working towards to. Where I wanted my fingers to land. She parted her legs, only slightly, but more than willing. Leaving me more than enough room to maneuver. Only millimeters away from her slit I stopped. She groaned quietly in protest, tightly grabbing the cushions laying above her head.

“Please...”

In a beg and order at the same time, she uttered the word.

How could I not comply? The side of my index finger touched her gently. My fingers were more than slick. Twisting my wrist forwards and backwards, my index and middle finger slid alongside her slit, but never quite completing the motion. Never reaching her clit. Never entering her entirely. She tried to lift her ass, but was hindered by my well placed left palm upon her coccyx.

Furthermore, that same left hand proved her to be a tease as well, as it slowly stretched its thumb. Pointing at and exactly in the line of her ass crack. Slowly it crept towards it, dragging the hand with it.

“Oh... Not yet... Please...”

A beg and an order I both ignored. My thumb reached the top of her ass crack, without resistance of her skin, it slid deeper and deeper until I had to tilt my left wrist before the thumb could reach her anal flower. I only touched it, while continuing the unsatisfying motions of my right hand. It left her unable to heighten her arousal.

Pleased but not pleased at all.

Pleasure and agony at the same time.

Slowly I withdrew the thumb. Slowly I pushed my right hand fingers deeper alongside her slit, not even pretending to massage her inner thigh. She was unable to move. I seemed unable to reach further inwards.

I slowed down my right hand. She sighed heavily, as if she was trying to release her kept up arousal all at once.

“Patience, my love, patience...” I bemoaned her.

I lavishly poured oil on her ass, as if I was conceding to her wishes. I kneaded her toned ass, spreading the oil all over it and she moaned. In pleasure of my touch, in building her anticipation once more, like I forgave her impatience. Surprised she whispered:

“Oh... Will you... already?”

Partly hungry for it, partly disappointed I hadn’t started on her back yet.

“Not yet...”

I disenchanted her as I gently climbed upon her upper thighs. My knees on both sides of her body, I rested my crouch upon her.

My stiff member was slightly sliding across narrowed ass crack as I tried, innocently, to find my proper footing.

“Ah...” She whispered.

Partly disappointed, partly pleased with the anticipation of getting a thorough back massage.

If there is one thing my hands can do, it is giving back and shoulder massages. She is in for a surprise.

More oil was spread around on her shoulders with feather light rubbing. Tenderly both my hands grabbed her shoulders on the far sides. I strengthened my grip as if to warn her how hard I could knead her. I relaxed the grip up to just between not too soft and not too hard, stretching my thumbs directing inwards, gently pushing into her naked flesh. My thumbs slowly started to make circular motions. Large circles at first, I covered as much of the surface as I could without moving my hands.

She sighed in contentment. Highly pleased she started to relax.

Oh no, you don’t...

My thumbs were decreasing the width of the circles, at the same time increasing the pressure.

A feint gasp escaped her lips when at the end I pushed hard into her muscles.

“Ow...” She cried in pain.

Gradually at that spot I decreased the pressure, while increasing the circular motions.

“Oowh...” She relaxed.

Knowing the pattern now she set herself in for a prolonged session at her shoulders. She would feel pain and relaxation in slow succession. She anticipated both, which eased her reactions. Never completely comfortably, never completely at pain. Very slowly I moved up my hands in vertically fashion, up and down, to cover all I could with my thumbs, before I moved my hands slowly horizontally or inwards. If the shoulders were tensed, the area of her neck would be more sensitive.

I knew that, she knew that. She probably feared I would apply the same pressure with my thumbs as I did her shoulders, but she shouldn’t had. I decreased the pressure considerably, warming her neck merely with circular movements.

She uttered a sound of relief. Then one of supreme contentment when my thumbs and hands were sliding up and down her neck, alternating the pressure, never hurting her. The neck was way too delicate for a non-professional like me. I couldn’t risk doing the same as my physiotherapist had done with me, cracking and prodding into it, however relaxed I felt at the end of her sessions.

She was breathing deeply in and out, more and more relaxed as I was slowly finishing with her shoulders and neck.

No, no... Time for a change of mood...

As I hadn’t oiled the rest of her back yet, I moved my knees a bit further away from her head. I didn’t tease her with my dick into her ass crack, I let it lay still. However I bent over, I planted my palms on the towel, moved my hips back and down, lowered my head, until I could touch her spine with my tongue. She was surprised when I, while collecting saliva in my mouth, she felt me licking her alongside her spine, from coccyx up to the oiled areas I had worked on just before.

Very surprised she lifted up her shoulders, arching her spine.

“What...?”

“Wait. Be still please.” I replied.

She complied. A spine is extremely sensitive. Some people can climax just by rubbing it. Well, at least one I knew off. Her spine was wet by my saliva now. Either she would be ticklish, or she would be shivering.

Time to find out...

From top to bottom, slowly, sensual, I blew on the moistened spine, straightening the hairs on her back alongside it.

She squirmed, she giggled strangely. I had never heard her giggle like that, but she couldn’t escape.

Ticklish then... fine by me.

Having been surprised by it, I doubted anyone had ever done that to her. It shifted the mood from erotic sensations and relaxation to playful fun. But she was awake now, astonished I would dare to shift the mood.

I didn’t repeat it. Once was more than enough. I slowly returned to my previous position, opened the bottle and once more I poured the oil on my hands and her back. With my hands outstretched I touched her sides and slowly slid alongside her back from top to bottom, reversing and applying more pressure until a small ripple of her skin waved next to my rubbing hands.

She sighed.

Having warmed up her back, she was glowing. I repeated my sliding gradually shifting the pressure from outstretched hands to the full surface of my thumbs, almost grinding in her back. I merely rubbed her spine afterwards, since I knew she was ticklish there.

She relaxed and her breathing slowed down.

Ready for phase two.

Slowly I bent forwards, planting my hands on both sides above her head. She felt my body touching more and more of her back, until I fully lay upon her. My elbows had reached the surface supporting my weight, just as my knees did. She is beautiful, stunning, strong, but I considered her delicate, tender and frail as well at that moment.

Any moment actually...

I slid my torso upon her back. Just letting her know I was ready, eroticizing the mood with light body to body massage. My cock slid across her ass crack, erect. Very rigid. I let it slid deeper alongside the groove, making her ass cheeks envelop my dick. I wasn’t ready for the act yet, just making sure she could anticipate it. She could change her mind about it. I even asked her if she wanted me to proceed. She may find it a turn-on, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t ask first.

“You may...” She replied.

“Thank you.” I said and I slid off my torso of her back, getting back on my knees and stood up. She moved back, lifted her hips while she slowly got on her all fours, arching her back, her knees spread.

“Not yet...” I smiled. “I may be fully prepared, but I want to make sure you are too. I don’t want to take you without the oil.”

“Oh... Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you.” I said, as for the last time I opened the bottle and lavishly poured oil just above her ass crack. It slowly dripped in between her ass cheeks. Slightly at her left side I stood, bent over, reaching with my right hand and without further ado I slid my fingers sideways between her cheeks. Over her anal flower I rubbed the oil until I turned my wrist, palm down.

I grouped my fingers all together as tight as I could, probably briefly scaring her I would insert them all at once.

“Sssjt... Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

My hand slid no easily between her cheeks, but I didn’t stop there. The hand moved further downwards, turned slightly until my finger tops rested on her clit.

She gasped. She knew.

I rubbed her clitoris with the tops of my fingers, slick with oil. No risk of hurting her with my sudden rubbing. She was shocked, but got aroused fast. I slid my fingers alongside her slit, returning back to her love button, giving some attention to it and sliding then all the way up again to the top of her ass.

I lowered myself on my knees, between her legs. This time I only grouped my ring finger and middle finger. Horizontally palm upwards they reached for her clitoris, rubbing it, gently, then firmer, encircling it, pushing it in, fixing it between my two fingers, rubbing it again. She reacted faster than I expected, her button pronouncing outwards. Even though the oil decreased the sensations, the increased pressure made her wet. Panting now.

Oh no, you don’t...

I left her button and twisted my palm downwards, my finger nails tracing her slit upwards, and slowly inserted them into her vagina, leaving her no time to recover. With bent fingers, rubbing her most sensitive inner wall, slow and gently at first, faster and harder. Making her pant again. Faster now.

Oh no, you don’t...

I removed my fingers. She groaned in protest, she was so close. She squirmed, she begged me by tilting her hips, arching her back further down.

That was close... way too close...

“Easy now... easy...” I tried to calm down her breathing.

It was cruel to leave her in that state of arousal, waiting for her to calm down to the level I wanted.

That I want...

“Patience, my love, patience...” I teased her.

With only my middle finger this time I slid alongside her ass crack. She shivered in anticipation. With only my finger tip I rubbed around the anal ring, already slightly agape. She was relaxing it. Waiting for it. Teasingly I kept circling around it, before finally, slowly pushing the fingertip in. Pausing, then pushing further, trying my best not to touch the inner tissue.

And then I did touch her insides. Rubbing it gently, turning my hand clockwise and counter clockwise. Oh my... she was sensitive there. She shivered, she panted, her breathing became even unstable.

I withdrew my finger, but before leaving her ass, I grouped it with my index finger. Slowly I pushed them in, widening her gap, before I bent my fingers slightly and softly rubbed her inner anal walls again. Turning my wrist clock and counter clock, and in and out her ass, rubbing her. She started trembling with her body. So sensitive.

I withdrew my fingers.

“There... Ready now...”

There wasn’t much oil left in the bottle, but it was enough for my cock. I made it slick with oil, jerking myself off. I straightened my stance, directed the head of my cock just above her ass ring, before I very slowly pushed it in, pressing my own finger on my dick.

She was tight. Agonizing tight almost. But the feeling was exquisite. The head of my cock was now lodged in her ass. Slowly I pushed further in one fluid motion. I grabbed her hips with my hands, as difficult it was, being oiled all over her body. My cock was enveloped completely. She could try to relax her muscles even more, but it would only delay the inevitable.

I then retreated only a few centimeters by tilting my hips, before slowly thrusting it again into her. My cock may have been fully enveloped, stimulated at all sides, for her it was difficult too, to keep her breathing calm. I sped up my rhythm. I felt it, she felt it, the rubbing at all sides. Soon she was panting heavily. I was panting heavily. Never before so stimulated. In synchrony we were. Almost there we were. She squirmed, she moaned, I shivered, I gasped. Slowly I bent forwards, reaching with my right hand.

“No... no... not yet...” She panted.

I held my finger still just a few centimeters from her clit.

I kept thrusting. I couldn’t go faster, nor slower.

Oh god... the agony... the arousal...

Higher and higher...

“Please...” I begged.

Only a few more moments later she gasped:

“Now... please...”

My fingers touched her clit. Electrified.

She came. Hard. Very loud. Convulsing. Trembling all over her body.

Her cry converged in volume with mine.

I came. Hard. Very loud.

I spurted my cum deep in her. I convulsed with each spurt. Gasping loud each time.

She squirted hard. A lot. Drenching the towel.

We collapsed. Painfully. Me on top of her. My cock still lodged in her.

Drained of cum.

Both drained of energy.

Neither of us could move an inch. Except for the continuous small convulsions are bodies made. Breathing fast and shallow for a very long time we lay there. Only very slowly my cock wilted. Way too slow. I couldn’t bear the overstimulation, neither could she.

“Please... Stop.”

“I will... as soon... I can move... again...” I tried to say between my shallow breaths.

Please... Stop it.

In a last ditch effort, I tilted my hips backwards, withdrawing my cock. Once it was free, I lay back on top of her. Slowly I turned my head, shoulder, my leg, before sliding, rolling off her, landing on my back, right next to her.

It took us ages to calm our breathing. More so to find the energy to dry us, wash ourselves, and dry us again. To pull the blankets over us. And getting into sleep.