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Greta

By: Toxico



Greta: A name formerly reserved by me to be in the same category as the names Helga, Bertha and Ethel. A name that promised me nothing interesting, nothing of beauty. All that changed the morning I met Franz' daughter.

Her head peeked around the edge of the door, showing very little indication that I'd woken her up. "Is Franz here?" I asked, kind of ashamed, kind of embarrassed to be knocking on their door at the ungodly hour of 10 a.m., even though it was late for me.

"Ja, schlafen. Aber, komm".

The face disappeared and I pushed open the door, following behind her. Her ass gently moved to the left and right as she made her way back to her bedroom. And they call America the land of the free, I thought, as her nude body disappeared into her bedroom and I went left into the living room where Franz lay, half awake on the sofa bed.

"Guten morgan, Franz", I said.

"Morgan".

I don’t remember our conversation as the East Berliner lay there in bed, always the perfect host, always willing to talk, no matter the time. I stood, leaning back against a piece of furniture, facing Franz' bed, and facing the door of the living room which entered the hallway. 

Greta passed the door, left to right, from her room to the bathroom, stark naked. Still I talked. Franz talked. The shower started. Greta passed the door from right to left. I still remember thinking that she'd thought I'd gone, leaving her free to bounce back and forth, just as pretty as her young D cup breasts would let her bounce and then she saw me and then maybe thinking she should return to her room to get some clothes, a bathrobe, something. Greta passed the door from left to right. The sound of the water changed as she entered the shower, bathing herself obviously. I don't remember anything of the conversation with Franz, except that perhaps it dealt with cigarettes and when I would buy them and bring them to his house. Probably I wanted to bring them the following day, hoping to catch more of young Greta in the buff, liking what I saw of her smooth body, firm and virtually, I thought, untested, untasted, certainly not by a 22 year old like myself. She was what? 18 at the time. Delectable and firm and I was married and determined to do no more than look. This certainly came to the test the next time I saw Greta.

One evening after work, I thought to talk to Franz. The old man wasn't there, but Greta invited me in nonetheless. This time she wasn't nude, but tantalizingly wearing a loose-knit pullover sweater and a pair of white cotton panties. Greta led me to the kitchen; she had to check on a roast she was making for dinner. A girlfriend of Greta was waiting in the kitchen for her return. After a brief exchange of words, the girl dismissed herself and went into Greta's room. I haven't yet been able to figure out the reason, unless maybe Greta had some small crush on me and told her friend that she wanted to talk to me in private. And that was the bad part about it: Greta knew English, but was too embarrassed to speak. I was just learning German. Our conversations never ran to deep subjects. Chattering on, Greta opened the oven and bent over to check on the roast. All concentration I had trying to understand what she was saying was suddenly diverted to the sight of Greta's nether-lips bulging out from underneath her panty-clad butt.  I quickly made an excuse to leave, telling Greta to let her father know that I came by and that I would visit again the next day. I had to get out of there. How many times since that evening have I fantasized her reaching back and pulling aside the panties, inviting me in? How many times have I wondered what she would feel like engulfing me? How many times have I wanted to taste that forbidden treasure? How many times have I placed my mental picture of Greta over the woman I was making love to? So I left the apartment. 

Soon thereafter, I moved to another apartment across the city of Frankfurt. I never forgot Greta and remembered her often. A couple of years went by and one day in a fit of resolution, I decided that I would go back to Franz' apartment. I wanted Greta, and I was determined to have her once, if she would have me. I hopped the U-bahn and rode to Dietzenbach. This time when I knocked on the door, Franz answered. Single minded on my mission, I said, "Hello, Franz. Is Greta home?" And my bitter salvation came from his mouth: "No, she moved out with her boyfriend three months ago." How can I describe my concurrent despair and relief? I wanted that succulent body, but I wanted to be faithful. 

You never know what you like until you try it. Greta did me a favor and a disservice at once. She turned me into a voyeur. By being a voyeur, I can enjoy the highest form of art and remain faithful.  

And so I must end with the benediction:

God Bless Germany, the land of the free, the home of those who enjoy the rare summer sun by stripping down at the beach, who wake up in the morning and step out nude on the balcony to shake out the bedclothes and hang them on the rail of the balcony to obtain the summer air's freshness. God Bless those Europeans who understand the body to be God's artwork and a natural not-to-be-ashamed-of item of everyday life. And God Bless Greta, the daughter of Franz, for sharing the canvas with me. 

Greta



She leafed through the photo album, stopping every once in a while to look up at me, and finally she put the book down and said, "I guess you are my husband." 

I smiled and thought, "Yes I am Greta, much to your detriment."

Greta married me the week after I graduated from college and the honeymoon wasn't even into its third day before she started fucking around on me. She didn't know that I knew and quite frankly I didn't care that she was doing it. Her first (at least the first I knew about) had been one of the bellboys at the hotel. While we were there she also managed to get the afternoon manager and at least two of the room service waiters. I'm sure that there were more, but again I really didn't care. Greta gave me all I wanted and as long as she didn't fall for some asshole or bring me some nasty disease I was content.

In my own weird way I loved Greta, but her value to me went beyond the beautiful face, the superb body and nymphomanical nature - it was also her money. More specifically it was the money she would get when her parents died. They had something in the neighborhood of sixty-five million dollars that would go to their only child when they departed this vale of tears to go on to the great beyond. I could put up with a hell of a lot of infidelity for a share of that. The key to the treasure chest was to not know, at least so far as anyone else knew, that my bride was a round-heeled tramp. I had to be able to go to court and prove that my wife was unfaithful when the time came. If her parents lived another twenty years and everyone knew that I had known about Greta's behavior all that time it would look to the judge like I condoned it and that just would not do.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Three years into our marriage Greta's mother passed away and I was truly sorry because I had really liked the old girl and I was pretty sure that she liked me. With her gone Greta's father, who had never cared for me, started putting pressure on Greta to dump me and find some one more suitable. He even went so far as to say he was going to change his will in such a way that if she was still married to me when he died she wouldn't get anything but a small allowance until she divorced me. Greta's mother had some money of her own and she had left Greta about four million so it looked like time to cut my loses and get out with less than I had hoped for - a lot less. And then the gods smiled on me and Greta was involved in an auto accident.

I got the call as I was having lunch with a client. I excused myself and rushed to the hospital. Greta had all ready been moved from the emergency room to intensive care by the time I got there and it was two hours later before the doctor came out and told me that Greta had suffered a head injury, was stable, but there was some concern. 

"She is out of immediate danger, but we won't know much more until she wakes up and we can run some tests." 

I sat next to her bed for the next nine hours and held her hand (okay, okay - I wanted her money, but I was still pretty fond of her) as we waited for her to recover. It was three in the morning when I felt her fingers squeeze my hand and I looked over to see her looking at me, "Who are you?"

The doctors said she had amnesia and that they had no way of knowing whether it was temporary or permanent. After three days I took her home to begin the chore of teaching her the things that she had forgotten and re-introducing her to the people she should know. We were driving up to the house when she pointed out the car window, "Who is that?" 

I looked to where she was pointing and saw that it was Amos, the old black man that took care of the lawn and flower garden. The idea hit me like a ton of bricks. Greta's father was a racist asshole and he had passed on his dislike of the 'lower orders' to Greta. She wasn't near as bad as he was, but she was still bad enough. And she didn't remember it! A plan began to form in my mind.

It took a couple of weeks to set it up and during that time I worked with Greta to help her try to regain some of the knowledge that she had lost. I wasn't trying real hard to help her get her memory back because my plan needed her not to be aware of some things from her past. Finally everything was ready and I told Greta that we were going to have a Welcome Home Greta party for her. 

"Who will be there?"

"Most of your friends from the swingers club?"

"What on earth is that?"

"Don't you remember last year when you said you were tired of having sex with only me and asked me to let you see other men?"

"No, I don't remember. Is that really something that I would do?"

"Three, sometimes four nights a week. I'm hoping that seeing some of your favorites will jog your memory. If we can just get you started remembering things maybe it will all come back to you."

"I don't know dear. Won't it be awkward with me not knowing who they are?"

"Maybe at first my sweet, but once you get started it won't matter one little bit."

I had the affair catered of course. There was cake, champagne and caviar and I made sure that Greta had a few glasses of the bubbly before the guest started arriving. I dressed her in a black, mid-thigh cocktail dress, high heels and a string of pearls and she looked good enough to fuck, but that of course was the whole idea. 

The guests began to arrive and Greta whispered in my ear, "I don't recognize any of them." 

Not really surprising of course since she had never seen any one of them before that night. I waited for her to comment on the fact that they were all black, but she never said a word. The men had all been hired from escort agencies, given a picture of Greta and told that she was a rich weirdo that liked to play sex games. Her current game was to pretend she had amnesia and that they were all former lovers who had been invited to the party to see if they couldn't help her get her memory back. She expected them to fuck her until she either regained her memory or passed out. Each had been paid a thousand dollars and promised another five hundred as long as all of them stayed in character. In addition I had hired two UCLA film students to record the affair. Once all the players were assembled I sat back and watched the show.

It started when one man walked up to her with a glass of champagne in his hand. She was sitting in a chair looking around the room and he said, "Hi babe, Chad tells me that you probably won't remember me, but maybe something that you and I liked to do when we were together will help jog your memory." 

He took out his cock, stuck it in the champagne and then offered it to her mouth. Greta looked over at me and I smiled and nodded my head yes and she turned back to the young black, leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Within ten minutes the dress was gone leaving Greta in only her heels and pearls. Greta might have lost her memory, but her sexual desire was still intact and she went after that gaggle of black cocks like a shark in a feeding frenzy. 

Cock after cock made its way into her in ones, two's and threes and Greta took charge and directed her supporting cast into some of the most exciting and erotic things I had ever seen and in some that I could never have imagined. Four seemed to be her favorite number and she spent a good deal of time with three cocks in her at once. The scene that will be burned into my memory forever was when she sat down on one cock taking it in her ass, leaned back so that her back was on the chest of the man who was in her while another man took her cunt. Once the two men had a rhythm going a third man moved in from the side and she sucked his cock. 

Then they began to play games. On man bet her that she couldn't get two cocks in her mouth at once and Greta had laughed at him and then proved him wrong. Granted, they were not large cocks, and she could only get the cockheads by her lips, but technically she did do it. Then someone asked her if she could get two cocks in her pussy at once and she didn't even hesitate - a piece of cake. One rather confident black man bet her a thousand dollars that she couldn't get him off just using her feet. She kicked off her heels, made a 'come here' gesture and went to work. He worked for nothing that night, but some how I don't think he came out a loser on the deal.

I'd known from the beginning that Greta had cuckolded me, but outside of when she and I had sex I had never seen her in action. She was, in a word, magnificent! Her white body and swirling blond hair being tossed around in a sea of black was one of the most erotic things that I could imagine. I was going to miss her. 

Inevitably the men began to run out of steam and one by one they dressed and left. Three of them (including the guy that got the foot job) gave me their cards and told me that if she wanted to play again they would be more than happy to come back at no charge. As the last man was preparing to go Greta was pulling at his sleeve, "Please, just one more time, please?" 

He was game, but Greta just couldn't get him up again. I looked over at the caterers who were tearing down the buffet and I motioned the man in charge over, "The lady would like to show her appreciation to you and your crew." 

He gave me a big smile and hurried over to his crew to give them the good news. I turned to my young film makers and said, "When they get through its your turn."

It was another two hours before Greta and I were alone. She was lying on the floor, sweat soaked and cum covered and I thought, strangely, that she had never looked more beautiful or desirable.

"Well my love, do you remember anything?"

"The only thing I remember is that the only cock I haven't enjoyed yet tonight is my husbands."

I had gotten sloppy seconds from Greta before, but never anything approaching this extent, but I was supposed to be the loving husband so I bravely undressed, "As you wish my love, as you wish."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I woke up the next morning with Greta's lips wrapped around my cock. That was something new. Greta almost never said no to me when I wanted sex and she would fuck all night if I could, but she was not a morning person. Outside of the honeymoon she had never had sex with me in the morning - had pushed me away in fact - and yet here she was initiating it. I raised my head and looked down at her and saw her looking up at me. She took her mouth off me long enough to say, "Good morning my love" and then she went back to sucking my cock. When she was satisfied I was ready she straddled me, lined herself up with my cock and then slid down on me. She started rocking back and forth and then lifting and lowering herself as she worked herself up and then she rolled off me and onto her back, held her arms and legs open and cried, "Fuck me lover, fuck me hard." When it was over she released her grip on me and pulled me down for a long sensuous kiss and when she broke it she said, "You must love me a lot to let me do what I did last night. Thank you."

"For what."

"For being mine."

For the first time I began to feel like a shit.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Well, feelings aside, I knew that her memory might eventually return and that her father would probably succeed in his campaign to split us apart, so with the money as my goal I pressed on with my plan. I had instructed the film students to make the film look like something that a private detective would be likely to make on a surveillance and when they delivered the tape I found out that it was perfect. It showed Greta greeting her guests, champagne glass in hand and then becoming a wanton whore. The entire tape was as erotic as all get out, but there were several standout scenes: her foot job, the four-way with her leaning back on the chest of the black man in her ass and the crowning touch, her "come here" gesture to the catering crew. 

The tape of course had been edited to make sure that no sign of me was in it and no one had filmed the two students so all you saw was Greta in a sea of black and then being fucked by the five Mexicans from the catering crew. It was just absolutely perfect and all that was left was to see a lawyer.

There is a mean streak in me that sometimes rears its ugly head. It is not something that happens because I am a mean person. It usually happens when some one fucks with me and since my personal motto has always been "Don't get mad, get even and then get ahead" I usually will find a way to retaliate. In Greta's case I was getting even for years of infidelity, but even then it was more business than retaliation - I was simply arranging for severance pay as it were. It was in this don't get mad, get even frame of mind that I appeared unannounced at her fathers office. I couldn't have wished for a better opening as he set the tone for the visit. In as sarcastic a tone of voice as he could muster he said, "And to what do I owe the great pleasure of seeing you today?"

"I am here to bring you joyous news beloved father. I have decided to grant you your fondest wish and remove my self from your life and that of your daughters."

"What's the catch?"

"No catch. I'm suing her for divorce on the grounds of adultery. Knowing that you would never believe that you could be so lucky I even brought you a copy of the tape that I'll be using in court. I'm sure that you realize that the social prominence of you and your daughter will generate great interest in the media so I have made several copies of the tape in case the Star and the National Inquirer might wish to carry the story. Who knows, maybe even Entertainment Tonight might want to carry a clip or two on TV." 

I tossed him the tape and got up to leave. When I reached the door I turned to look at him, "In the movies this is where I'm supposed to say "nothing personal", but we both know that would be a lie, don't we?"

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was fifteen minutes later and I was on my way to see the divorce attorney when my cell phone rang. It was Greta's father, "All right, you son of a bitch, what do you want?" I hung up on him. It rang again and I answered and this time he was a little more civil. Not much, but enough that I didn't cut him off again. "What can I do to stop this?"

"Why would you want to do that? You have been after Greta for over a year now to divorce me."

"You know as well as I do that I can't allow that tape to become public."

"Sorry daddy dear, the die is cast. I'm meeting with my lawyers in about five minutes. If you don't want the tape to become public make sure that Greta gives in gracefully and then pray that neither one of you ever does something to piss me off."

"I'll make it worth more to you to stay married to her than you could possibly get out of a divorce."

That was something that I hadn't foreseen. My only reason for giving him a copy of the tape was so the racist bastard could have a heart attack when he watched his daughter being joyfully gangbanged by a herd of black men and Mexicans. 

"That might be difficult. You have been after her for so long to get rid of me that she will probably get around to doing it eventually and I would much rather the divorce be on my terms than hers."

"I'll handle Greta if it becomes necessary."

When all the papers had been signed I was set for life. An irrevocable trust would pay me enough each year to keep me happy for the rest of my life and all I had to do in return was stay married to Greta, destroy all copies of the tape, agree that in the event Greta did decide to divorce me that I would not contest it, and finally I was never to let Greta know about the arrangement. Done and done!

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That night I got home to find Greta waiting for me in high heels and pearls and holding out a martini to me. "What's the occasion?"

"I've spent all day waiting for you to come home so that I can fuck your brains out and I thought that this might be the costume to get you interested."

I got a superb blow job and then Greta spent the next three hours reducing me to a quivering wreck. When she was done she looked down at me and said, "How long have you known?"

"Known what?"

"That I've been a whore?"

I figured that there was no reason to play dumb so I said, "I've known since you screwed the bellboy and the room service waiters on our honeymoon."

"And yet you've never said anything about it. Why?"

I'm nothing if not quick on my feet so I said, "It's called being in love and not wanting to lose you. A confrontation might have ended us so I decided to settle for what I could get and be happy that I got that much. How long have you had your memory back?"

"It started coming back during the second week I was home."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Because I was being a bitch. I wanted to see who might take advantage of my condition."

"So you knew that the party was bogus?"

"Yes I did."

"Why didn't you say something then?"

"Because you were doing it for me to help me get my memory back. That's when I realized that you knew what I had been doing all these years and that even though you knew you still loved me enough to try and help me."

It was all I could do to keep from laughing and looking down at the floor to see how deep the bullshit was getting. Instead I just shrugged and sat there looking at her.

"What I don't understand is why you had nothing but blacks there."

"The truth of the matter my love is that you have your father's racist attitudes and I was going for shock value (I said I was quick) and I thought if I had nothing but blacks it would force your racial bias to surface and that might be just the key to unlocking the rest of your memory."

"But why did you film it?"

"To have something of you when you left me."

"Leave you? Why in God's name would you ever think I'd leave you?"

"Your dad has been after you for over a year to dump me for someone more suitable. With all the running around you did on me I didn't figure that you cared enough about me not to eventually let him have his way."

She threw herself into my arms and started crying, "Oh baby, oh Jesus baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I never realized that you didn't know how much I love you. I've had lovers, but only because I'm a fucking nymphomaniac and can't get enough sex, but I guess you saw that for yourself at the party. But you have my heart baby, honest to God, and as for my father - fuck him!"

I smiled an inner smile as I thought, "Oh I did my love, I most definitely did."

"I'm sorry baby, I need sex all the time and when you aren't around I just grab the first available cock and I'm never going to change. You've lived with it until now and loved me, can you still keep living with it?"

"You are mine and I never have to sweat losing you?"

"I promise baby. You are stuck with me until death do us part."

"You'll be discrete and never embarrass me, or rub my nose in it with my friends?"

"Never baby, I promise. I'll never do anything to hurt you."

"Okay, I guess I can handle it."

Greta was silent for a bit and then she said, "Can we do it again?"

"Do what again?"

"Can we have another party?"

"Well, a couple of guys did give me their cards and told me they would love to come back, but now that you have your memory back can you handle blacks?"

"You don't overcome attitudes overnight baby, but I can learn to like anybody who can do what they did to me at the party. Just one thing though, can you double the number?" 



Greta



Intamplarile descrise mai jos fiind reale, este posibil ca numele proprii si unele locatii sa fi fost schimbate.

Multumesc Dr_Vlad pentru timpul acordat citirii acestor randuri inainte de a fi facute publice.

Este prima mea zi pe litoral in vara asta.

Am ajuns aseara cu trenul, am luat un taxi si m-am cazat la hotel.

Cum in perioada asta a anului se pare ca toti nemtii, atat din partea capitalista cat si cea democrata, s-au hotarat sa ocupe Mamaia, insa intr-o maniera pasnica, singura varianta a fost hotelul Palace din Constanta...

Receptionerul, cu care, intamplator ma cunosc de niste ani buni, isi cere scuze ca nu are nici o camera libera cu vederea la mare...

Mare branza! Ca doar n-am venit la mare sa stau pe balcon si sa admir peisajul...

Nu stiu ce-am avut, insa, pur si simplu, n-am putut dormi toata noaptea...

Nu stiu daca mi se trage de la mancarea de aseara, de la restaurantul hotelului sau din cauza unor vecini destul de galagiosi care, toata noaptea, n-au facut decat sa bea si sa se futa.

Partea comica, daca vreti, e ca femeia tipa de parca era injunghiata, nu fututa... 

In fine, iata-ma, matinal, la opt, pe plaja din fata hotelului, cu un mare cearceaf si un prosop.

Apa mi se pare rece gheata, insa, totusi, fac un efort de vointa si ma balacesc un pic -- nu mai mult de un minut.

Ies, ma sterg energic, in timp ce dau din toate cele, in speranta ca ma mai incalzesc...

Ma intind pe cearceaf, concentrat sa nu cumva sa ma fure somnul -- cinci minute pe spate, cinci minute pe burta...

Tresar, surprins de o voce feminina care mi se adreseaza cu "bitte" si nu mai stiu ce alte cuvinte in limba germana.

Stau tare rau in ce priveste cunoasterea acestei limbi -- stiu ce inseamna guten morgen, guten tag, guten abent, bitte, danke, ein zwei drei, Mein Got, Shopenhauer, si alti cativa scriitori si filozofi...

Deschid ochii, facand eforturi sa ma acomodez cu intensitatea luminii.

Nu mai e nevoie sa-mi spuna nimic -- vad tigara din mana ei, asa ca iau bricheta si-i ofer focul de care avea nevoie.

Fata, politicoasa, imi spune:

- "Danke schon!"

Ii raspund:

- "Bitte schon!"

Se retrage, undeva la cativa metri de cearceaful meu.

Acuma, ce sa va spun? Sunt fascinat de ochii ei albastri, de parul blond murdar ce i se revarsa pe umeri, de costumul ei de baie complet negru, din doua bucati, care ma lasa sa vad mult, muult de tot din ce-i place unui barbat la o femeie, ii mai observ si sfarcurile alea obraznice care se lupta cu materialul sutienului, calcaiele si unghiile perfect, perfect ingrijite...

Ce mai, fata arata bine.

Singura problema ar fi inaltimea...

Stiu insa, din experienta, ca la orizontala inaltimea nu mai este chiar asa un factor important...

In schimb, mica, mica, insa perfect proportionata!

Deja ma vad pe spate in timp ce frumusetea ma calareste, tipand in limba aia pe care eu doar pot s-o fluier:

- "Ja, Ja, Jaaaaaa!"

Am grija sa nu mai inchid ochii...

Dupa vreo juma' de ora apare o alta gagica, aratand clar a nemtoaica si care se aseaza langa tinta mea.

Ba si au amandoua un chef de vorba, de ma zapacesc, mai ales ca eu nu pricep o iota...

Cum stau intins pe burta, iau o tigara si o aprind -- pitica ma observa, asa ca, probabil, efectul pavlovian isi spune cuvantul.

Umbla si ea in poseta si-si scoate o tigara, se ridica, pregatindu-se sa vina spre mine.

De data asta sunt pe pozitie -- ma ridic rapid, cu bricheta in mana si ma indrept spre ea.

Dar chiar ca e mititica! De-abia imi ajunge la umar! Nici acolo!

In schimb, e sexy rau de tot! Chiar imi fac probleme sa nu se vada prea evident ce efect are asupra mea -- doar sunt in slipi!...

Imi zambeste, vesela si recunoscatoare, iar eu o intreb:

- Do you speak English?

Nu-mi raspunde, insa se intoarce spre partenera ei si da drumul la o fraza in limba aia pe care eu n-o pricep -- si mai zic astia ca engleza este limba germanica!...

Prietena ei, pe care se vede ca este ceva mai in varsta, stie un pic de engleza, asa ca, greoi, inchegam o conversatie.

Traducatoarea este Undine (sau Untine?!?), iar pispirica este Greta.

Acuma, ce sa va zic? Mie-mi place si de Undine, insa viata m-a invatat ca daca plec la vanatoare si vreau sa mai si "impusc" ceva, este bine sa-mi aleg o singura tinta.

Pe rand, frate, pe rand!...

Greu si cu multe poticneli, aflu ca, de fapt, fetele sunt verisoare, iar Undine este din Berlinul de est, in timp ce Greta este de partea cealalta a zidului...

Am mai auzit eu de chestii de-astea, insa este pentru prima data cand mi-e dat sa vad oameni, in carne si oase, care sunt intr-o astfel de situatie...

Nu mai tin minte cum s-a brodit, insa fac gestul si scot porumbelul ca, pe langa engleza, mai vorbesc si franceza si italiana...

Big surprise! Tatal Gretei este... italian!

Mamaaaaaa! Cand incepe Greta sa turuie in italiana, tine-te, frate, dupa ea, daca poti!

Zici ca i-a infipt cineva un chibrit aprins in cur!...

In fine, lucrurile se schimba fundamental, iar eu, dupa vreo juma' de ora de conversatie, reusesc sa-mi deznod limba ca lumea...

In sfarsit, toata lumea se destinde -- gata cu incruntaturile, cu gesturile, vorbim si noi normal...

Facem baie, ne uscam, iar spre pranz, dupa ce-si controleaza ceasurile, fetele imi spun ca trebuie sa se impacheteze, sa plece la masa.

Le intreb si eu, la randul meu, daca nu le-ar face mai mare placere sa mergem la un restaurant foarte renumit din Mamaia.

Dupa un schimb alert de replici in germana, Undine imi povesteste, in engleza, ca are o intalnire cu cineva la hotel, dar ca, daca vreau, pot s-o invit doar pe Greta, cu conditia ca, cel tarziu la ora sase seara, sa ne revedem aici, pe plaja...

Mai turuie ele un pic in germana, apoi Undine isi face bagajele si se carabaneste...

Greta se apuca sa-mi povesteasca despre un tip, din partea capitalista a berlinului, care a cam pus ochii pe Undine, aceasta avand, in cazul unei casatorii, sansa de a se muta de cealalta parte a zidului...

La naiba!

- De ce n-ai spus, domnisoara, asa de la inceput?!?

O pun pe Greta sa-si stranga bagajele si alergam s-o prindem pe Undine din urma -- doar putem merge toti patru la carciuma!

O prindem din urma, o strigam, asa, ca s-o speriem bine -- habar n-am de ce, insa imi aduc aminte de bancul cu rusul care, daca este sunat la usa noaptea, nu mai pierde timpul, ci se sinucide, aruncandu-se pe fereastra...

In fine, Greta face oficiile si-i spune ce idee avem, asa ca ne indreptam, toti trei, spre hotel.

Chiar in fata, il gasim pe Kurt, amicul Undinei, care, imediat ce o vede, cade pe spate...

Se incinge o conversatie in germana la care, eu, normal, sunt outsider, simtindu-ma ca un caine -- bine ca reusesc sa ma abtin si nu incep sa-i ling pe fete...

In sfarsit, Greta-mi comunica acordul celor doi, cu conditia, impusa de Kurt cel barbos, ca nota de plata s-o suporte el.

Ei, baga-mi-as pula! Adica eu nu stiu cum se uita haimanalele astea la noi?!?

Sa-l fut!

Totusi, politicos, ca sa impac si capra si varza, propun ca noi, baietii, sa facem nota fifty-fifty...

Cadem la pace, asa ca luam un taxi si ne indreptam spre Hanul piratilor.

Aici, toti, ospatari, picoli, poarta barbi, naturale sau artificiale, asa ca amicul Kurt se integreaza perfect in peisaj -- doar ca-i lipsesc accesoriile "pirateresti" din piele...

Cu meniul nu-i problema -- e scris in romaneste, englezeste, frantuzeste, nemteste si italieneste...

Vine ospatarul si ia comanda -- auzindu-ma vorbind romaneste, are, sa zic asa, un soc...

Consecintele le vad cand apare potolul -- portia mea de haleala e de nemancat -- din fericire, ceilalti au parte de mancare "normala"...

Ma uit la tip, adica la ospatar, foarte insistent -- tipul se prinde si se apropie, cu tupeu...

Ii zambesc, insa nu e zambetul meu cel obisnuit si-i promit ca, foarte curand, o sa ne revedem...

Il cam chinuie muschii sa-mi zica ceva, insa, din fericire pentru el, se abtine...

In fine, la nota se prezinta un alt ospatar, imbracat in uniforma clasica, de data asta, omul fiind plin de respect, mai ales cand observa ca jumatate din consumatie este achitata de mine...

Eu, recunosc, sunt plin de draci...

Pe scurt, am facut armata in Constanta si am ramas bun amic cu comandantul unitatii si cu familia acestuia...

A doua zi, cu sau fara Greta, cu siguranta voi reveni la aceasta carciuma -- trebuie sa-i dau o lectie nesimtitului!...

In fine, sa revenim la prezent.

Nu stiu ce-i nici cu Undine si nici cu Kurt -- astia nu prea mai au rabdare sa ajunga intre patru pereti!

El o pipaie pe cur la greu, iar bagaboanta, pur si simplu, il apuca de pula prin pantaloni!...

Se ling la greu, de abia reusim sa-i bagam intr-un taxi, sa ne intoarcem la Constanta...

Imediat ce ajung la hotel, tasnesc din masina, asa ca noi ne continuam cursa spre hotelul meu.

Doamna de la receptie, care, de asemenea, ma stie de ani de zile, imi da cheia si-mi face cu ochiul...

Stim, cu totii, ca n-avem voie cu persoane din afara hotelului in camera, dar... oameni suntem...

Greta se scuza, explicandu-mi ca are nevoie la toaleta, apoi ca vrea sa faca un dus.

Ii urez succes si iau loc pe fotoliu.

Dupa nici cinci minute, apare Greta, goala pusca, cu hainele in brate, intrebandu-ma unde le poate pune...

O indrum spre sifonier, facand eforturi serioase sa nu sar pe ea...

Intra inapoi in baie, apoi aud dusul...

In fine, iese din baie, goala pusca si-si ia o tigara din poseta.

Ii spun ca o sa intru si eu, imediat, la dus.

Gresit! Nu! Ma vrea asa sarat cum sunt, sa ma linga ea peste tot, pana ma scapa de sarea de pe piele!...

Totusi, am o presiune! Vreau sa ma pis! Ma lasa...

Nu pot, dupa ce ma pis, tot dau cu niste apa, de la chiuveta, pe pula...

Revenit in camera, Greta, asezata pe un fotoliu, imi face semnul clasic sa ma apropii.

Imi desface cureaua, fermoarul de la slit -- nu mai rabd, ma indepartez si-mi dau toate toalele jos, apoi revin langa ea.

Ii place ce vede, mai ales ca toata actiunea asta m-a facut sa fiu cu ea aproape sculata...

Nu se sperie, ba dimpotriva, ma apuca de baza pulii si ma trage mai aproape.

Lasa tigara neterminata in scrumiera si se apuca de trabuc, sugandu-l, lingandu-l, frecandu-l...

Ma lasa un pic si-mi trage o limba pe burta, imediat deasupra flocilor.

Se incrunta:

- Mincinosule! Mi-ai promis ca nu te speli!...

Stai, femeie, ca doar am clatit-o cu niste apa!...

Sare din fotoliu si ma impinge sa stau intins in pat.

Ma ia la lins -- singurele care scapa sunt talpile picioarelor!

Cum dracu' i-o place sa-si bage limba-n curul meu nu pot sa inteleg, mai ales ca stiu ca ulterior urmeaza sa ne mai si sarutam...

Deh, dragostea cere sacrificii...

Am o pula sculata de sta sa explodeze!

Iar ma pune sa stau intins pe burta -- ma ia de la vangana curului si ma linge pe fiecare vertebra a coloanei pana ajunge la ceafa.

Iar ma intoarce -- ma linge in jos, pana ajunge la pula.

O linge, o ia-n gura, o uda bine, apoi sare pe mine si si-o baga cu o usurinta si o precizie de ma face sa mor de placere...

In cinci minute e terminata -- nu-si ascunde trairile -- se bucura cu trup si suflet...

Ma imbratiseaza si-mi zice niste chestii in germana, insa se corecteaza rapid:

- Dio mio!

Mai, pana la urma, cine-i barbat in camera asta de hotel?!?

O pun pe spate si o iau la pompe...

Intre timp, o sarut -- are o limba de-a dreptul luptatoare, asa ca ne "luptam"...

Iar se termina...

Ma contorsionez, ca sunt destul de mobil si-i iau mamelele la lins.

Imi cere s-o musc, s-o ling, s-o mananc, s-o omor!

Doamne! Cine ar fi in stare sa omoare asa dulceata de femeie?!?

Oricum, incitat fiind, o musc cam prea tare de un sfarc...

Nu scap nepedepsit -- se infige in gatul meu si ma suge si ma musca la greu -- sigur o sa-mi ramana o urma timp de cateva saptamani...

Ce conteaza? Doar suntem tineri si fara obligatii!

Ma simte ca ma apropii, asa ca-mi spune ca pot sa termin in ea.

Ma fute mai cu nadejde, mulgandu-ma si mangaindu-ma pe bucile curului.

Raman infipt si-mi dau drumul la sloboz...

Ramanem imbratisati.

Doamne! Cat poate fi de dulce!...

O las sa se intinda pe spate, apoi o mangai pe par...

Ma gandesc sa-i propun sa mergem impreuna la dus, insa, dupa cum respira, mi-e clar ca a adormit...

E atat de delicata, de angelica, imi vine s-o pup, dar o las sa doarma...

Adorm si eu.

Visez, insa sunt constient ca visez...

Un pisoias mititel mi s-a aciuit pe piept si ma linge pe gat, gadilandu-ma...

Tresar, ma trezesc de-a binelea, ca s-o vad pe Greta mangaindu-mi pieptul cu parul ei minunat, in timp ce limba i se plimba pe fiecare centimetru patrat de piele ce-i apare in cale... 

O mangai pe par.

Se opreste, se uita in ochii mei, imi zambeste, apoi isi reia "activitatea"...

Nu mai are mult si-mi ajunge la pula -- o ia la lins si supt, asa nespalata, cu slobozul uscat pe ea...

Deja mi-e clar ca nu mai e o intamplare -- vrea sa-mi linga sarea de pe piele, acum ma linge pe nespalatelea...

Deh, fiecare cu plezirurile lui...

Singura "nasolie" este ca-mi ia coaiele in gura, pe rand, chestie care mie, sincer, nu mi-a placut niciodata!...

Linge-mi-le cum si cat vrei, da' nu mi le lua in gura!...

Tac si suport, insa, nu stiu cum, fata se prinde de jena mea si ma lasa...

Deja sunt cu pula sculata de toata frumusetea, iar Greta ma prinde de mana si ma trage spre ea:

Dai, dai, vieni!

Deja si-a ridicat cracii in tavan, asa ca eu nu mai am decat sa-i pozitionez talpile pe piept si sa imping...

Nu pot sa nu observ intre labii ceva sloboz uscat, insa penetrarea se face fara probleme, iar inauntru e inundatie -- slobozul ei, al meu, habar n-am!

Oricum, senzatia, cand ma strange cu bucile, este chiar placuta...

Nu trec nici cinci minute ca-si da drumul, violent, in timp ce, de placere probabil, ma ciupeste destul de tare de sfarcuri...

Nu-mi produce, pe bune, nici o placere, insa... daca asa vrea fata...

Respira des si greu.

Imi continui "activitatea", bagandu-i-o si scotandu-i-o aproape pe toata, lasand doar capul intre labii, iar cand imping, am grija sa ajung cu pubisul la lindicul ei si sa-l "storcesc", apasat, facand-o sa transpire si sa dardaie...

Probabil ca sunt, doar un pic, prea mare pentru gaura ei, insa, e clar, ii place...

Nu stiu daca a trecut o ora de cand o "tratez" in felul asta, ca, in sfarsit, simt ca ma apuca pofta sa-mi dau drumul in ea, chestie care se si intampla, moment in care Greta ma prinde cu mainile de bucile curului si ma trage in ea cat de adanc se poate...

O simt cum termina...

Amandoi suntem plini de transpiratie, obositi si... fooooarte satisfacuti!...

La opt dimineata, spalati proaspat, suntem pe plaja.

Apare si cuplul de porumbei, Undine si Kurt, care ne spun o poveste, cum ca vor sa viziteze nu stiu ce muzeu...

Imi cam inchipui eu ce "vizite" vor sa faca...

Daca vor sa ramana singuri, ca asa le face lor placere, de ce sa ne impotrivim noi?!?

La pranz, o insotesc pe Greta la ea la hotel.

O astept in hol -- nu prea mult -- apare cu o sacosa destul de voluminoasa -- imi explica -- are acolo ceva haine de schimb...

Ce ti-e si cu coardele astea!

Desi nu ar avea nevoie decat de costumul de baie, ca-n rest, costumul Evei il poarta permanent, trebuie, neaparat, sa aiba toale la ea...

Oricum, mi-e destul de limpede ca fata are de gand sa se "cantoneze" la mine in camera...

Noroc ca, intotdeauna, cand parintii imi "fac rost" de o camera, platesc pentru ambele locuri, ca sa n-am surpriza sa ma trezesc cu vreun "colocatar" care sa-mi strice viata si vacanta...

Ajuns inapoi, la mine la hotel, il sun pe fostul meu comandant si-i explic ca, fiind insotit de un cetatean strain, nu-l pot vizita acasa...

Dupa ce dialogam, un pic, ca de la barbat la barbat, stabilim sa ne vedem, mai pe seara, la Hanul piratilor...

Ii povestesc, in cateva vorbe ce mi s-a intamplat ieri, asa ca omul se ridica si se duce la bar, sa dea un telefon...

Cere apoi sa fim asezati la o masa mai mare, de sase persoane.

In mai putin de treizeci de minute apar doi tipi -- tot personalul carciumii ingheata.

Mi-i prezinta -- unul este seful, pe judet, cu igiena, iar celalalt, tot asa, este responsabil cu siguranta alimentara...

Nu prea am cuvinte sa va descriu atmosfera din carciuma...

Ospatarii sunt, pur si simplu, in panica...

Barosanul cu igiena ii cere sefului restaurantului sa-l cheme pe "labarul" care m-a servit ieri.

Individul se apropie de parca ar pleca...

I se uita in ochi si-i zice doar atat:

- Asta sa fie prima si ultima ta greseala!

Tipul e alb ca varul -- se roieste, mergand cam ametit...

Seara tarziu, imbuibati si cam morti de beti, ne luam talpasita, fiecare cu taxiul lui...

Apropos de nota de plata! A fost... ZERO!!!

Uneori, parca-i bine sa ai si astfel de prieteni...

La hotel, o ajut pe Greta, beata cam rau, sa-si dea jos hainele, apoi ma dezbrac si eu si ne aruncam in pat, in bratele lui Morfeu...

Nu ne futem, ce rost are?

Lasa ca o facem dimineata, pe trezie!...

Din pacate, dupa o saptamana, sederea Gretei in Romania ajunge la final -- o conduc la autocarul care o va duce la aeroport.

Ne sarutam, ne imbratisam, constienti fiind ca este pentru ultima data cand ne vedem...

Nu facem schimb de adrese sau chestii de-astea -- stim amandoi ca vietile noastre au alte... destinatii...

Dupa revolutia de la noi, caderea zidului de la ei, mi-am amintit de cele doua verisoare, insa, fara sa le cunosc numele de familie, chiar ca nu am cum sa dau de ele si, in plus, deja sunt un tip casatorit, la casa mea, cu alte obligatii...

SFARSIT



Greta and the Twins Pt. 01



Greta Samson stepped off the train and stood on the platform looking around. There were few people around at this time in the morning and the train left just a few minutes later. She hiked up her backpack and walked to the exit where a taxi was parked. There was a man leaning against the hood smoking a pipe facing the warm morning sun.

"Excuse me, could you take me to Baumburg?"

The man turned and looked at her, and then he said, "Sure, it is about thirty minutes from here." 

"Yes, I know, don't worry, I can pay."

"Let's go," he said and helped her put the backpack in the trunk.

Greta got in on the passenger side and fastened the seat belt, while the BWM slowly moved away. 

The car moved through the town which was nestled in a valley about fifty miles from Frankfurt. The houses were small and it had a sleepy feeling to it. The few people she saw were elderly out walking with their dogs or by themselves. With the window open she smelt fresh bread baking somewhere and she realized she was hungry, but it had to wait.

"Are you American?"

"Yes, from New York."

"I went to Miami once, some years ago. It was too hot and humid."

"New York can be hot in the summer, but otherwise it's quite nice."

They left the town and drove through a forest with big leafed trees on either side of the country road. The forest was so dense she could only see a few yards on either side, and the sun didn't reach the floor.

"What are you doing here, are you on a vacation?"

"Yes and no, I am a student and I have taken a month off to travel in this part of Germany. I'm following the Grimm Brother's."

"Ah, the famous story tellers, lots of people come here to see this part of my country. Where have you been before coming here?"

"A flew into Frankfurt and then I went to Steinou to see where they grew up and from there to Kassel, the castles Tredelburg and Sababurg." 

"Why do you want to go to Baumburg? It's just a small hamlet no more than a few houses and an old church."

"Red Riding Hood, that's why I want to see it."

The taxi driver chuckled. "There is no evidence that the story came from there, quite the opposite. If I'm not mistaken the story of Little Red Riding Hood, is French and the Grimm brothers just wrote their version of it."

Greta was surprised by the man's knowledge. "How do you know that?"

"I grew up here and as a child, my grandmother told me stories, not only from the Grimm's but others that few people know about. One of them is about a young girl, I guess in the story she is a teenager, who gets lost in the woods and is found by werewolves."

Greta dug through her backpack and took out a note pad and a pen. "Do you mind if I take some notes?"

"Of course not. Anyway, the story goes that the young woman met werewolves and one of them fell in love with her. While her family and friends combed the woods trying to find her, she lived in a cave where she bore the werewolves children."

"C'mon, werewolves can't have kids. What would they be, children or puppies? You become a werewolf when you are bitten or scratched by one, not by birth."

The driver glanced at her in the review mirror. "I do not know about that, all I can tell you is what happened in the story."

"OK, go on."

"She grew up and each year she would have four puppies or babies with the werewolf and the family grew bigger. This meant that they needed more food, so they killed more people."

"Werewolves don't kill people for food."

"Young lady, I am just telling the story."

"Sorry, please go on."

"As the years passed and more and more people from the nearby hamlets and towns disappeared there was a demand to find the werewolves and kill them."

"Did they?"

"Yes, a hunter was called in and he together with ten brave men found the cave where the werewolf clan was hiding, there were at least forty of them as the story goes. The hunter and his men waited and when they were sure all of them were inside the cave they used fire and gunpowder to blow it up. The cave came down and berried everyone inside."

Greta wrote a few notes. "What does this have to do with Riding Hood?"

"There is a legend around here that some of the werewolves didn't die in the cave, and that they roam the forest looking for a young girl to have their puppies. The young girl in the story has a red cap, and the part where the wolf is dressed as her grandmother is actually one of the wolves in human form."

"That would make here a female werewolf. She should be able to have her own puppies, and then there would be no need for a human."

"True, but she is very old and bare."

"Ah, I see."

"Look, there it is," says the driver and points.

The car was on top of a hill and as it turned down the other side, Greta saw the hamlet bathing in sunlight. It looked like a toy town, it was so small. It was surrounded by forest, in many different shades of green. Pine trees and leaf trees mix at the lower levels, but further up the hills there were only pines.

"Where are you staying?"

"House Shemeling."

"Mrs. Shemeling, she is a very nice old lady."

The taxi stopped in front of a two story building with flowers in little urns around the windows. It was painted in white with a dark brown roof and Greta could see massive beams crisscrossing the walls.

"Thirty euros please."

Greta paid the driver and before she closed the door, she said. "Thank you for telling me the story, I hope you can drive me back when I leave."

The driver smiled at her and said, "Sure thing, Mrs. Shemeling has my number."

Greta knocked on the wood door and after a minute it opened and a white haired old woman looked out. 

"Yes?"

"Hi, I am Greta Samson, I am to stay here for a few days."

"Ah, yes, the student. Welcome, please come inside."

Inside the door was a big hall with a high ceiling. On the walls were hunting trophies and big paintings with hunting scenes. Most of them were of men on horses, hunting either foxes or wolves.

"Let me show you to your room, you can have a rest and then come down for lunch around noon."

Mrs. Shemeling led the way up to the second floor where she continued down a narrow corridor to the last room on the right. Greta saw there were three rooms on either side and each one had a number and her room was number six.

"I hope you like it, said the woman and stepped out of the way to let Greta inside.

The room had a high ceiling and like the hall downstairs there were several hunting trophies around the walls. Opposite the door was a window and beyond it Greta saw the forest, miles of it, like a green lake.

"The bathroom is behind that door to the left. I will see you in a couple of hours."

Greta dumped her backpack on the bed and began to unpack. When she was done, she opened the bathroom and found a shower stall with towels hanging on a rack beside it. There was a small basin and a mirror. She undressed and stepped into the shower to freshen up. She had been on the road for almost fourteen hours and now she suddenly felt very tired.

While drying herself, her cell rang and she smiled when she saw the number.

"Hi baby, what are you doing up so late?"

"I miss you Greta, when will you come back?"

Her boyfriend Mike didn't want her to leave but had no say so in her decision. He had called her every day since she left and begging her to come home. She liked Mike, but she was not in love with him. They have been dating for a couple of months before she left, and she was not looking for something serious. Her research took almost all her time, and when she wasn't studying, she enjoyed reading and just relaxing. Mike wanted to go out and party most weekends and in the beginning she would go with him, but soon got bored of his drunken friends. The only thing she missed if she was to be honest was his cock. Just the thought of it made her moist. Greta had been with several guys in her twenty two years on this earth. She wouldn't call herself a slut, but she liked sex and had no problems getting it whenever and with whomever she liked. She masturbated almost daily, not so much now when she was traveling, but in her apartment on campus, she had several vibrators and dildos to choose from. 

"Mike, are you alone?"

"Yeah, I'm in my bedroom."

"Please take a picture of your cock, I need to see it."

She heard him laugh and then his voice came over the cell, "sure baby, but you need to send me one of you."

"Deal."

Greta crossed the floor to where a large mirror hung on the wall. After making sure the light was right, she took a picture of herself naked.

Mike opened the attachment and sighed, what a woman he thought. Greta was tall, with golden blond hair. It has heavy curls and in the photo they hang down over her shoulders, covering her large firm breasts. She kept her pubic hair cut short and in a small patch above her pussy. Immediately his cock went hard. He turned on the light above his bed and took a picture of his erection.

Greta smiled when she saw the photo. She remembered how it felt to have him in her mouth and cunt. How his big cock head first spread her wide and then the long shaft drove into her. She lowered a hand to her pussy and ran a finger along the slit and it became wet with her juices.

"Still there?" he asked

"Yeah, but I need to rest baby, I am dead tired."

"OK, we'll talk later. Take care."

She gave him a wet kiss over the phone and hangs up. When she lay down on the bed, she knew she couldn't go to sleep right away, she was too horny. Greta spread her legs a little and her right hand found her hot pussy. She loved touching herself, she would first rub her clit to get wet and juicy and when she was ready, she pulled up her legs and spread them even more. Using two or even three fingers she would then fuck herself while her left hand continued to rub her clit. It didn't take her long to climax and as she thrust her hips against her fingers a deep moan escaped her throat. Her legs tremble in post orgasmic bliss and when she turned over on her stomach she went right to sleep.

A knock on the door woke her up and after putting on a long t-shirt she opened the door and found Mrs. Shemeling standing outside.

"Did you rest? Lunch is served if you would like to come down."

"Thank you, I will be right down."

After cleaning her pussy and brushing her hair, Greta dressed in a pair of black jean shorts and a sleeveless top. 

When she walked down the stairs, she could smell food and it made her stomach growl. She followed the sound of cutlery and found Mrs. Shemeling in a big dining room behind the staircase. There was a ten seat table set for two, and for a second Greta couldn't help to wonder why the old lady doesn't use a smaller table. Again there are hunting scenes on the walls but these paintings seem to tell a story. Starting from the left side of the door Greta came in through the first painting showed a young woman walking in a forest, then there was one of a wolf watching her from behind a tree trunk. In each picture the wolf and girl got closer to each other and the last three showed her patting the wolves head, with a cave in the background.

"Do you like the paintings?"

Greta turned to Mrs. Shemeling who was putting down big plates on the table. 

"Yes, they remind me of a story the taxi driver told me."

"Yes, about the young woman who lived with the werewolves."

"Who painted them?"

"My grandfather did, more than a hundred years ago."

"Wow, he was good."

The old woman looked up at her and said, "not only good, he actually saw the girl with the werewolf."

"C'mon, you are joking."

"Come, sit down, and I will tell you."

Greta grinned when she saw all the food on the table, there were several types of sausages, cold meats and a bowl with sauerkraut. One kind of sausage made her think of Mikes cock, they were so thick and long. 

"As I was saying, my grandfather was out picking mushrooms one autumn day and in he swore that while he was having something to eat, sitting on a boulder he saw a wolf walk through the trees and with him was a teenage girl with blond hair, similar to yours."

"Didn't the wolf smell your grandfather?"

"The wind was behind him. As he watched, the couple walking side by side, the girl would scratch the wolf on its head, and in turn he would lick her hand or arm. My grandfather said there was something special about them, like if they spoke to each other without words."

"But, that couldn't have been the same girl that was in the story."

Mrs. Shemeling ate a bite of a sausage and chewed slowly and when she was finished she looked at Greta and said, "Who knows, these are legends, and legends don't die. Some say she is still out there, in the forest with her werewolf, but now she is old and can not have children."

"That is so sad, imagine that, being the only two left and knowing that when you die, your family is gone."

The old woman nodded slowly, and said. "The saddest part is that there were two wolves and one girl."

"Wait a minute, how can that be. You said so yourself, your grandfather only saw one with the girl."

"That is true, but as the two of them disappeared deeper into the forest he swore he heard howling and it made him think there was another werewolf close by, but he never saw him or her."

Greta ate in silence thinking about what she had heard. This was just too good, imagine finding a legend no one has ever heard about, she could write a paper on it and publish it. Maybe it would be picked up by one of the magazines or even a major news paper.

"Do you know where your grandfather saw them? I would like to go to the same place, to get the feeling of it, you know."

"Yes, I do. He took me there a few times. It is almost a day's walk, but if you use a bicycle you should be able to make it in half a day."

"Great, do you have one?"

"No, but my neighbor has a few, he rents them. I'll get you one, when do you want to leave?"

"Now, of course."

"I don't think that's a good idea, it will be dark by the time you comeback, and you could get lost. It's better to go tomorrow."

"No, I'm not afraid of the dark, and if I have to I can spend the night in the forest, I have a sleeping bag and a small tent. I'll be fine."

"Today's youth, always in a hurry. Very well, when we have finished eating, you pack your bag and I'll get you the bicycle. I'll even make some food for you to take with you."

Greta was excited, she wanted to go and see what the area was like, get the feel of the deep forest with its sounds and smells.

An hour later she took off on a mountain bike with extra water bottles attached to the frame. On her back she had her sleeping bag and the tent and food was in her backpack. When she looked back Mrs. Shemeling was waiving but there was something off, she looked sad, like if she was saying good bye for ever, not just until the following day. Greta pushed the thought out of her mind and began pumping her legs and the bike shot forward.

After three hours of going up and down hills through a dark forest Greta took her first break. She was sweating from top to bottom. Looking around she striped off her t-shirt and bra and used her hands to fan some air. She was breathing hard and her legs hurt. She was in pretty good shape from jogging but the concentration of bicycling in the woods with roots, stones, and rock had taken its toll. She figured she had another two hours left. Her watch read almost four in the afternoon. The sun set at nine this time of year, but down at ground level the light was gone before six. She took out a dry t-shirt from her backpack and when she pulled it over her head she noticed her pink nipples were hard. Christ, I'm getting horny for no reason at all, she thought. She decided that when she left to go back home, she will pick up some guy in Frankfurt and have at least two days of wild sex, she couldn't wait for Mike. She got on the bike and began to peddle and soon she got into her rhythm. 

As she disappeared between the trees a black shadow released itself from under a fallen trunk. When it stood up it was almost six feet from snout to where the tail began, with the massive head it was close to five feet from paw to the tip of its ears. Its snout was long and when it opened its jaws four fangs almost five inches long showed. It lowered its head and sniffed the spot where the girl had stood. He can smell her sweat and sex, which excited him. It was a long, long time ago, he had last had sex with a human. He walked a few paces and then lifted his right leg and urinated against a tree. Then he shook his head and loped over another trunk and disappeared into the trees in a parallel line to the girl.

Greta reached the summit of the hill she had gone up and stopped. The way down looks clear with few roots and rock. She looked at the sun setting among the trees and took off down the hill. When she was almost at the bottom she saw a long root up ahead but there was no time to stop, the front wheel hit it hard and she was flung over the handle bars and landed on her shoulder. Her head slammed into the ground and she was dazed. She tried to get up but she was too weak and lay down again. When she touched her head her finger comes back with blood on it, and fear gripped her. How long will it be until someone comes by? When she tried to sit up everything went black and she passed out.

The big wolf walked up to the young girl and then made a circle around her. He could smell blood and found the wound on the side of her head. He began to lick it, savoring the taste.

Greta came to because her head was moving and there was a strange smell. When she opened her eyes she saw a pair of big paws beside her and when she turned up her eyes she looked into the lower jaw of a giant wolf, then she passed out again.

When she woke up again she immediately noticed something was off. She sat up straight and then held her head as nausea swept over her. She swallowed a few times trying to get control over herself. When she felt a little better she looked around and saw she was in a room, and no longer in the woods. The room had walls made of thick logs and a small window with bars. There was a chair in one corner where someone had hung her clothes. When she looked down she saw she was dressed in a robe of some rough material. It felt hard against her skin and nipples. She pulled down the blanket and saw it reached to her knees, and felt she had no underwear on. Someone had undressed her and put her in the bed. 

"Hello?" she called out, but there was no answer. She slowly moved her legs so they hung over the bed and tried to stand up. She felt a bit woozy and sat down again. After a few minutes she tried again and this time she got up and using the wall as support walked to the chair where she sat down. She looked down and noticed a bottle of water which she picked up, and after smelling it drank half of it. The water made her feel better and she decided to put on some clothes before heading out the door to her right.

It opened into a corridor and when she looked to the right she saw light coming from that direction. When she reached the end there was a stair case leading down and using the wall as support she slowly made her way down. As he reached the bottom she called out again but there was still no response. She did hear what sounded like plates and glasses being moved. Across the room from where she was standing there was another door which was open. She headed for it and walked into a large kitchen, at the other end standing in front of an enormous stove was a man dressed in jeans and a blue sweater.

"Excuse me, who are you and where am I?"

The man turned around and in one hand he held a cleaver. Greta took a step back and was about to turn and run for her life when the man smiled at her and said, "Hi, I'm glad you are up. I was a bit worried about you."




Greta and the Twins Pt. 01



"Who are you?"

The man put down the cleaver and walked towards her holding out his hand. "My name is Otto Shnell, welcome to my home Greta."

"How do you know my name?" she shook his hand wearily.

"I looked in your backpack and found your passport."

"How did I get here? The last thing I remember was hitting a root with my bicycle."

Otto led her to a table made out of rough planks with six chairs around it. When she sat down he took a seat opposite her with the stove behind him.

"I was out hunting, well poaching actually, when I found you on the ground. I tried to wake you up but I couldn't, so I decided to take you back here."

"Where is here?"

"About five miles from where I found you."

"What? You carried me five miles, alone?"

"Yes, and your bicycle, by the way, I fixed the tire and it's standing outside."

"I don't believe you. What time is it?"

Otto checked his wrist watch. "Just after seven, why?"

"You carried me all that way with my bike in a few hours. You must be very strong and fit."

Otto laughed. "I guess all the walking in the forest and chopping wood is good for something. Are you hungry? I am making a Gulash."

Greta nodded and Otto stood and walked over to the kitchen where he stirs a pot and pours herbs into it. While he cooked Greta had time to look at him closely. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. She guessed he was over six feet tall, with dark hair hanging down straight to his shoulders. His eyes were dark brown and his nose strong without being too big for his face. There was something Slavic in his features, with high cheek bones and full lips. Over all he was quit a man, she thought. The kitchen had pots and pans hanging from hooks along the wall where the stove was and there were two large windows with bars, outside it was still light, and she could see a clearing about fifty yards across where the trees stood. There were no cars or any other vehicle parked outside that she could see. 

"Here we go," said Otto a placed a deep plate in front of her. The aroma was wonderful and Greta dug in with the spoon he gave her.

"Do you like it?"

"Very good, thank you."

Otto stood up and from a cupboard took out a bottle of red wine he poured into a crystal glass he took from another cupboard. Greta drank some of it and the hearty taste went wonderfully with the Gulash. They ate in silence and when Greta was done Otto took her plate and left it in the sink next to his.

"Some coffee maybe?"

"I prefer tea, if you have it?"

"Sure, go into the living room, I will bring it."

The food and drink made Greta feel a lot better and she could walk without neither feeling nauseous nor loosing her balance. The living room she previously had crossed turned out to be a lot bigger than she had thought. In one end there was an open fire place with thick logs ready to use, and in front another table made out of rough planks. The chairs around it were also made of wood but their seats was from some kind of animal hide with the fur facing up. On one wall there were several windows and when she turned the other way she almost screamed. Along the opposite wall were skulls. They looked like Wolf or very big dogs. She counted ten of them in a perfect line. She sat down in one of the chairs and kept looking at them. She had seen some big dogs in her life but these skulls didn't fit any breed she could think of. They must be wolf skulls, she thought.

"Do they scare you?"

She turned her head and saw Otto walking towards her with a tray in his hand. "At first yes, but I guess it was just chock. Are they wolves?"

"Yes." The way he said it made Greta think he wasn't pleased of killing them, she assumed he had, since he was a hunter.

"Did you shoot them?"

Otto sat down and after pouring the tea he crossed his legs and leaned back. "No, someone else did, I just had them mounted. I like to look at them, they are quit impressive."

"Yeah, I've never seen a wolf so big that its head would even come close to those." Sipping her tea she looked over the rim at Otto and for a second she could swear she saw tears in his eyes.

"What do you do, when you don't hunt? Do you live alone?"

Otto put down his cup and reached for a cookie on a plate. "I'm retired, I used to be a professor at the university in Kassel, and yes I live alone, no wife and no children, just me and Davos."

"Davos?"

"He is my dog, well, actually he is a wolf, but since I raised him from a pup he is more like a dog. You will meet him later, he is outside."

Greta felt very uncomfortable; she looked up at the skulls and wondered what size Davos was. "Isn't he dangerous?"

"Not the slightest, he is just big baby, trust me."

"What kind of professor where you and why did you retire? You are not that old."

Otto laughed, and it sounded warm and sincere. "Thank you, I am forty-five. I was a professor of local history, but when an uncle of mine died, he left quit a large amount of money behind, so I decided to retire from the world as much as I could. I like it here in the woods. It's quiet, just me and the animals. I seldom go into town and I don't even own a car. I have electricity from a generator and water from a stream close to here."

"Sounds like an idyllic life." Greta stood and walked over to the window.

Otto could hardly keep his feelings under control. His cock was hard and pressing against his jeans. When Greta leaned against the window her ass stuck out and Otto sighed while he imagined how it would be to rip her clothes off a fuck her standing up. He breathed in deeply to get control over himself and then said. "What are you doing in this part of Germany? I know you are American from your passport."

When she walked towards him he could see how hear heavy boobs bounced under her t-shirt, his cock stirred and he had to change position in his chair.

"I'm here doing some research on the Grim bothers."

"Ah, interesting. I did some work on them back at the university a few years back."

"I was on my way to a place where a man supposedly saw a young girl with a big wolf many years ago. My land lady, Mrs. Shimeling, told me the story and I thought it would be interesting."

Otto chuckled. "You are referring to story about the clan of werewolves who supposedly lived around here and were killed in their cave."

"That's the one. What do you know about it?"

Otto stood and walked over to the wall and gazed up at the skulls. "Not much, just what we were all told as children. A young girl was seduced and then had children with the werewolf and that was how the clan became to be."

Greta nodded her head. "Do you think there is any truth to it?"

Otto turned around and smiled at her and then sat back down again and took another cookie. "I doubt it. If it did happen it must have been several hundred years ago, and we all know wolves and humans can't have children."

"But it was a werewolf, maybe if he did it when he was in his human form?"

"Maybe. I am not a specialist in human or werewolf reproduction systems so I couldn't tell you, but I find it interesting that you actually believe werewolves existed. Most people just shrug it off as legend or folk tales."

"I believe all legends and folk tales are based on some kind of fact. The concept of the werewolf must have come from somewhere."

"I guess you are right, but still. A man who can turn into a wolf at will? I doubt it."

Greta didn't hear the last words, she had noticed that Otto had a hard on. She could see the outline of his cock under the jeans and it was most impressive. She wondered how long he had been aroused and what had turned him on. She was dressed as usual, and she hadn't done anything that could be called seductive or even touched him. Maybe it was just one of those erections men get without actually thinking about sex. Mike used to get them if he was wearing tight clothes or certain kind of boxer shorts.

She saw it, and she is playing it cool, thought Otto. He had seen Greta's eyes move down to his crotch and how they had widened a little when she realized what she was looking at. Greta cleared her throat and said, "I will go outside for some fresh air."

"I'll go with you, maybe Davos will show up."

The air was cool. The sun had gone down behind the trees but there was still light. As she walked down the stairs followed by Otto she saw a deer come out into the clearing. It smelled the air and the lowered its head and ate some grass.

"She is so beautiful."

"There are many in these parts. They keep breeding and since there aren't many hunters around and no wolves they have become plentiful."

"Talking about wolves, I thought I saw one when I was lying on the ground, but I guess it was just my imagination."

Otto took her hand and they walked out into the clearing. "Maybe, but I think it might have been Davos you saw."

Otto put his fingers in his mouth a whistled a tune. Then he waited, but nothing happened. He did it again and this time Greta heard something that chilled her, a howl. It wasn't very loud but it was still scary. She stepped closer to Otto and felt the warmth coming off him. It felt good and when he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer it felt even better. Suddenly there was flash of moment in the corner of her eye, but she has no time to turn her head before a huge wolf was standing in front of them. Greta screamed and began running backwards as fast as she could. 

"Stop, don't move. Let him smell you."

Greta's instincts told her she should run for her life. She closed her eyes not wanting to see her life ending in the jaws of the wolf. First nothing happens, but then she felt something wet and cold nudging her hand. She opened one eye and the wolf was standing right in front of her. His head was leveled with her boobs and his wet snout was sniffing her hand. Then it lifted its head and she looked into a pair of yellow eyes. 

"Pat his head if you want to, he likes to be scratched behind his ears."

"I don't think so, please Otto. Call him away."

Greta's legs were shaking and her stomach was in a not. The wolf hadn't taken his eyes of hers and she felt like if he was telling her something. Suddenly he tilted his head back a little and his pink tongue came out and licked her chin. Greta fell backwards and began backpedaling with her arms and legs and screamed, "Get away from me, help, Otto."

All she heard was Otto's laugh and then what she thought is a bark from the animal. Instead of ripping her head off as she thought it would, the wolf stood on his hind legs with his paws on Otto's shoulders. As she watches the two begin to make a strange dance, circling each other and as soon as they made two turns the wolf took his paws off Otto and ran into the house. 

Otto gave Davos his dinner which was a leg of lamb and a bowl of water. When he walked into the living room he saw Greta standing under the skulls looking up at them. He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "You are tense my dear."

"Yeah, I'm still shaking from before. I think I will leave in the morning."

He turned her around and looked her in the eyes. "Why? Davos won't hurt you and it is so nice to have someone to talk to. Why don't you stay for a few days?"

Greta liked the way he touched her and there was something very attractive about him. Just as she was about to say that she would consider it Davos came in. He padded across the floor and lay down next to the table.

"He is so big," said Greta taking a step back.

"Relax, he won't hurt you. Come, take my hand."

Otto led her closer to the wolf. When they were a few feet away he sat down on the floor and pulled her down.

"Put out your hand, he will come up and smell you, that's all."

"No, please Otto, I don't want to."

"Don't be afraid."

Davos was watching them with his yellow eyes and there was something in them, something that made them look almost human, a warmth maybe, Greta thought. She stuck out her hand and just as Otto had said Davos got up and walked over to her. His breath is warm against her skin, and while she watched he smelled her hand, then her arm and suddenly his snout was by her ear. Panic gripped her and she wanted to run, but Otto held her in an iron grip, and whispered, "Sit still."

Davos suddenly licks the side of her head, starting from the neck and up past her ear. Then he went back to where he had come from and lay down again. He sighed, closed his eyes and then lowered his head on his paws.

"See, he is friendly. Now, what about staying here with me?"

Greta stood and sat down in one of the chairs. "OK, I'll stay."

"Great, I'm so pleased, even though Davos is good company I sometimes miss the company of another human, and especially a beautiful woman." 

He is flirting with me, thought Greta. She blushed and said, "thank you. That was nice of you."

Otto couldn't hold back his emotions any longer, he had tried but when he saw her with the wolf he decided he would take a chance. He walked around her and put his hands on her shoulders again. Using his finger tips he began to massage her neck and shoulders in slow movements.

"Mm, that feels so good." The heat of his hands came through her t-shirt and the strength in his finger made her go weak.

Otto looked down and when he saw the curves of her boobs his cock came alive. He moved his hands a bit further down for every movement and in a minute his fingers were at the place where her tits begin.

God, he is going to try to touch me, thought Greta. She knew she wants him to; she has wanted it since she saw his erection pressing against his jeans earlier so she leaned her head back, against his flat stomach and looked up at him.

"May I?" he asked.

With a smile she answered, "Yes, you may."

When his hands cupped her boobs she new she had made the right decision, he caressed them and let his thumb play over her nipples. He lifted them up and carefully bounced them in his hands. "They are fantastic."

"Well, thank you, you make me feel good."

"I could make you feel better if you let me?"

Greta closed her eyes and thought, I bet he could. "And how would you do that?"

Instead of answering he walked around her and kneeled in front of her. His hands reached up and undid the buttons in her shorts and then using both hands he pulled them down together with her panties.

Otto looked into the young woman's eyes and what he saw was pure sexuality, her eyes burned hot and begging. They were so full of lust he could barely look away. She bit her lower lip and then her pink tongue licked them.

"Would you like to taste me?" she asked.

She spread her legs and Otto could see she just had a patch of pubic hair. Below her lips were swollen and the clit peaked out from its folds. He hadn't seen such a beautiful pussy in a very long time. After taking a quick look at Davos, who was sleeping, he lowered his head and when he got close enough that he could smell her he stuck out his tongue and flickered it over her clit.

Greta leaned her head back and welcomed the soft touch, her hands found the hem of her t-shirt and she pulled it over her head. Then she cupped her boobs and played with her nipples while Otto's tongue explored her cunt.

The slightly salty taste made him want more and as carefully as possible he let his tongue grow, until it was several inches inside her. Daring a glance at her he saw she had her eyes closed and was touching herself.

Greta sighed when what she thought was his finger slid in to her and began its forward and backward movement. It found her G-spot and began rubbing it and making little circles around it. His finger was so soft and warm; she couldn't even feel his nail. The intense pleasure was driving her to her first orgasm faster than she had ever felt before. She began to move her hips and her hands came down, pressing his face harder against her wet pussy.

"Wow, Otto, I have never felt anything like it," she moaned.

Otto just nodded his head and pushed his tongue a bit further inside her. He kept his right hand just under his chin so she would think he was finger fucking her.

"Oh, oh," she moaned and her cunt muscles grabbed at him. Then with a long sigh and a giggle she came.

Greta's body trembled when Otto pulled back and licked his lips. His face was wet from her and she pulled him close to her, kissing him and tasting herself. Otto unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor, and then he used his knees to spread her legs wide and penetrated her deeply with one swift thrust.

Greta's eyes opened wide and then she closed them, her lips opened and showed her white teeth, "fuck me Otto, and fuck me hard."

He lifted her up and sat down on the chair. He then lowered on to his cock. Grabbing her hips he lifted her and lowered her on and off his cock faster and faster. Greta, during a moment of clarity, realized he had to be immensely strong to be able to do what he did. Then her second orgasm hit her and she could do nothing more than let it rip through her body. All through it, Otto didn't stop fucking her, it was so intense she let go and just screamed out her pleasure.

Davos was watching the two humans. He could smell the sex in the air, the musky aroma of the woman's cunt mixed with that of his masters cum. His own organ began to grow, but he knew that his time was yet to come. Taking a last look at the couple on the chair and seeing how Otto's thick shaft entered Greta's pussy and spread it wide; the wolf closed its eyes and sighed.

The following morning when Greta looked out the window in her room it was raining outside. She went back to the bed and pulled the blanket over her head and giggled. After the sex on the chair Otto had carried her up to his bedroom and there they staid until late. They had fucked several more times but when Davos had pawed the bedroom door Otto said it was time for her to go back to her room. She had asked him why and he had simply said. "Davos is not used to having another person in the house and he always sleeps here with me. I don't want to upset him."

She thought it was a bit strange but figured it was best to go along with what Otto had said. When she opened the door to the corridor Davos was sitting outside on his haunches and gave a small whine when she touched his head. Then he walked into the bedroom and Otto closed the door.

When Greta came out of her bathroom a little while later she could have sworn she heard voiced coming from Otto's room through the wall, but it was impossible if he wasn't on the phone. She went back to bed and lay down. After stretching for a while she got out of bed and got dressed. The day was a bit cooler so she put on a pair of jeans and a sweater. She knocked on Otto's door but there was no answer. When she walked down the stairs she saw Davos lying on the floor under the skulls. He lifted his head and watched her. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Now, be a good wolf and don't eat me. Where is Otto?" The wolf just looked at her and then put his head down and went back to sleep. 

In the kitchen she found a pot of hot coffee and there was a note on the table.

"I have gone out for a while but I will be back before lunch. If you want, you can take Davos for a walk. Don't worry, he will find the way home.

Love Otto"

She poured coffee into a mug she found in a cupboard and was standing at the sink looking out at the rain when she heard something behind her. When she turned around Davos was sitting just behind her. "Jesus, don't scare me like that. Do you want to go for a walk?" His eyes seamed to react to the word, walk. He turned around and distempered into the living room. Then she heard him scratch at the front door. She finished her coffee and followed after him.

By the door she found a big rain coat she put on and then opened the door. Davos ran out and across the clearing into the woods beyond it. Greta followed him and just as she entered the trees the raining stopped. 




Greta and the Twins Pt. 01



She walked for a while and the wolf was running in circles around her. Sometimes he disappeared for a while but then he would come back, running up to her and licking her hand. The rain began again and she decided it was time to get back. 

Inside she hung up the coat and Davos went back to the spot under the skulls. She walked over to a book shelf and read the backs. A lot of them were history books on Germany, but dated back before the First World War, and they were all in German. When she turned around Davos was lying on his back, with his paws in the air. Greta thought he looked cute, like an enormous puppy.

"Do want me to scratch your stomach?" she asked when she sat down next to him.

His tail began to move fast and he shook his big head.

"OK, but no biting?" She put her hand on his chest and was immediately surprised at the softness of his hair. She thought it would be coarse, but it was just like a normal dog. She ran her fingers back and forth a few times, and Davos seamed to like it. His chest was so wide that both her palms couldn't cover it. She continued scratching him, while looking at his head and eyes. There was something off with them. She felt he was trying to tell her something. "What is it, big boy? What are you trying to tell me?" He answered her with a low growl and then a whimper. Then his paw came up, and pushed her arm down. 

"What? Do you want me to scratch you further down?"

His tail moved faster.

"Fine, I will." She moved her left hand down a foot or so, and began scratching again. But he put up his paw again and pushed her arm further down.

"What is it? Do you have fleas or ticks?" She turned her head to see if she could see anything, and that's when she got a surprise.

"Oh my, Davos, what's going on with you?"

His tail moved even faster and he whined a little. Greta looked at his cock which was pinkish and quite long. She looked back at his face and she saw he had pulled back the skin over his teeth and low growl came out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Greta was scared, she had no idea how he would react. How did a wolf feel about having a hard on? "I'll just go and get something to drink, OK? When she tried to stand, his growl became louder and his other paw came up and pushed her to the side. She lost her balance and fell against him, her head against the soft fur of his stomach. Before she had a chance to sit up he pushed her down hard with both paws. Suddenly she felt the hot and wet tip of his cock against her cheek. His growled louder and pushed harder, one paw on her other cheek, forcing her head to the right. His cock slid long her cheek until it was just an inch from her lips. "No!"

He growled louder and showed more teeth. Greta felt how her heart threatened to beat through her chest. She was sweating and it ran down her lower back and under her arms. She tried to turn her face away but the wolf kept pushing with his paw. Then it happened, his cock touched her lips, and he made what she thought was a loud bark. "Please, no," she said in a shaky voice.

He responded with another bark, and now claws where pushing into her cheek. She had no choice, she had to do what he wanted, or at least what she thought he wanted. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and held it. Then she opened her mouth and took him inside. His growl became a whimper and whine, and then his paw came away from her face. His cock was hot and felt strange, in her mouth. There was no head, just a shaft, long and thick. She bobbed her head slowly and for every time she moved up Davos whined a bit. She figured she could make a run for it and hide in the kitchen, maybe. Next time she came up, she glanced to her left and saw that the wolf had his head on the floor and was looking away towards the windows. She went up and down one more time, and then pushed herself away and got up.

She made it half way to the kitchen, before he pounced on her. His paws hit her just under the shoulder blades, and the impact was so hard that the air was pushed out of her lungs and she flew a few feet before she hit the floor.

Davos stood over her, his jaws dripping saliva that hit her neck and head. She was stunned, and had trouble breathing. The wolf grabbed jeans at her waist with his teeth and pulled her back towards the table and chairs.

"No, no, please, let me go, please," she begged.

With a twist of his head, he ripped the jeans open, and pulled them down. To get them over her hips, he lifted her off the floor using his teeth and shook her. Then he grabbed one leg and pulled it off and then the other. She tried to crawl under the table, but he put a paw on the small of her back and pressed her down hard. Then using his claws he ripped off her panties. 

"Davos, no."

He let go off her and sat down on his hunches behind her. Greta turned her head slowly and looked at him over her shoulder. He was just sitting there looking at her. No growl, no bark, just quietly observing. She managed to get a hand on the table and pull herself up. When she was kneeling and had both hands on the table, Davos moved in. Suddenly his weight was over her, and she felt his cock between her legs. He was too heavy for her to support and he must have known it, because he placed both his paws on the table. His head over hers and then began to thrust against her. His cock slid in and out between her legs, not quit hitting her pussy. Greta begged in silence he would give up and move away, but he didn't. Then he got it right, and he new it. The howl he made turned her heart into ice, and she closed her eyes. When he began to thrust it was with such force she thought she would pass out. Then there was a searing pain, and her pussy stretched to its limits. The knot, she though. Oh, my god, he has me tied into him. I will never get lose, until he wants me to. She screamed in pain as the wolf continued to fuck her without mercy. Tears ran down her cheeks, but no one came to help. Suddenly he whined, and a second later something wet ran down the inside of her thighs. He had come inside her. But it didn't stop him, and as he kept going, Greta new she would pass out any moment. She managed to count him come three times, before blackness enveloped her and she passed out.

When Davos finished, he broke lose from her, and began licking her pussy. She lay over the table with her hands and arms flat against it. Her pussy tasted of blood, and he thought he must have hurt her when his knot entered. When he was done, he walked back to under the skulls and lay down. After a deep sigh, his closed his eyes, he felt good.

"Hello, Greta I'm back."

Otto hung up his coat and made his way into the living room expecting to find Greta there reading or watching TV. What he found was his twin brother smoking a cigar.

"Davos, where is Greta, what have you done?"

Instead of speaking Davos used the cigar and pointed to a corner. Otto turned and saw Greta lying half naked on the floor. "Did you fuck her? I told you to wait."

"Sorry, brother, but I got tired of waiting. By the way, you were right, she gives fantastic head."

Otto bent down and turned Greta over on her back. He took her pulse and found it steady. There was no blood on her body, and no scratch or bite marks He turned to his brother and said, "at least you didn't hurt her."

"Her pussy might be a bit sore though; I kind of got carried away for a moment, and forgot to control myself."

"What? You tied her?"

Davos took his cigar from his mouth and made a sad face, "sorry, but she was so good. I lost control."

"Did you come in her?"

Davos looked at his bare feet. "Mm, I guess."

"Speak up, did you or did you not come in her pussy?"

"Yeah, I did, so what of it. It's not easy to control you know, I'm not like you."

Otto sighed and sat down opposite him. "How many times?"

"Three, maybe four."

"Do you know what this means?"

"C'mon, you can't be serious, she won't become pregnant. We can't reproduce, you know that. Last time we did, the girl and the child died."

"There is something different about Greta; I felt it when I fucked her last night. She is stronger than any other we have had."

"We just have to wait, I guess."

Otto stood and walked over to Greta whom he picked up. "I'm taking her to her room, make us something to eat. There is a dead deer outside."

Upstairs Otto laid Greta on her bed and pulled the blanket over her. Before pulling it all the way up to her chin, he took off her sweater and sucked on her nipples. She stirred, and moaned a little, but as soon as he stopped she went quiet.

In the kitchen he found Davos at the table with a deer leg in his hand. There was another on the table. Otto looked at his brother who had blood all over his face, and neck. He slurped the blood running down his forearms, and then rips a piece of raw flesh from the leg. He chewed twice and then shook his head and the piece went down his throat. He never had good table manors, he thinks to himself.

"Hey Otto, can I fuck her later?"

"No, she needs rest."

"Oh c'mon, please. I want to do her as a human. It's hard to fuck like a wolf, no balance, and no fingers to use." He chuckled and ripped another piece of meat of the leg.

"We'll see. We have to be careful not to scare her off."

Davos laughed and said. "Are you fucking kidding me? She just got fucked by a wolf, and you think that won't scare here? I saw her face, OK. She was so scared I thought she would wet herself."

"But she didn't, did she? She has something. I think I can talk to her, tell her about us."

Davos shrugged his shoulders and placed the leg on the table. "Sure, if you want to, but don't come crying if she tries to run. You know we can't let her do that."

Otto knew, just a few months ago, they had found a young girl in then woods. She had been separated from her friends. The lured her back to the log cabin, and Otto seduced her over wine and cheese. The next day, she had seen Davos change into a wolf and had fainted. When she woke up she had made a run for it, but Davos had gotten to her before she cleared the clearing. She had been a nice afternoon snack, for both of them. 

Otto carefully pulled back the blanket and exposed the naked girl. He stood there taking in her soft skin, her full breast and her swollen pussy. He dipped a towel in some cold water and presses it against her pussy lips, while stroking her left tit. Her nipple hardened and he took it between his fingers. "Wake up Greta, there is someone I want you to meet."

Her eyes open and she creamed, "No!"

"Shh, calm down."

She was breathing hard and he could see panic in her eyes. Greta tried to move but he held her down with his hand against her chest.

"Let go Otto, your wolf raped me."

"We can talk about that later, you have to come with me now."

"Didn't you hear me? Your wolf raped me. He fucked me against your living room table. I need to get to a doctor."

"Calm down, it isn't as bad as you think?"

"Calm down? I got wolf cum inside me, I might die, what do I know?"

"You won't die, OK. Do me a favor, and come with me, if you still want to see a doctor after you have met this person, I will take you myself."

"OK, fine. Where are my clothes?"

Otto picked up a robe he left on the floor and gave it to her. "Put this on for now."

Greta sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Her pussy ached, but she could handle it. She stood and put on the robe. When she looked down she said, "What is this? It's pretty much see through. Look, I can see my nipples."

"Yes, I know, you look lovely. Now, come with me."

She followed him out and down the stairs, when they got half way she stopped. "Is he here? Is Davos down stairs?"

Otto smiled at her and said, "Yes, well kind off. It's a different Davos, one you haven't met yet."

"Hell no, I'm not going down there if that raping wolf is there." Greta began to walk back up again. Otto reached for her arm and his fingers wrapped around her wrists like steel ropes.

"Ouch, that hurt. Let go of me."

"I will, if you come with me."

"OK, just loosen up a bit. I think you almost broke my wrist."

He let go and walked down the last stairs, with Greta following. She was surprised to see a man standing with his back against her. When she and Otto came closer he turned around. "Hi Greta."

"Holy shit!" She couldn't believe what she was looking at. He looked exactly like Otto; the only difference she could see was that his hair was cut short, close to his skull.

"Greta, this is my twin brother."

Greta stretched out her hand and the brother took it in his. His skin was hard and warm, his palms were rough, like a man who work in the woods.

"Nice to meet you, I am Davos."

"What?"

"Davos, my name is Davos."

Greta turned and looked at Otto. "Did you name that animal after your brother?"

Otto grinned, and put an arm around Davos shoulder and they both grin at her. "No, they are both the same, we are werewolves," said Otto.

Greta had to sit down. This was like something out of a horror movie. What first seemed to be a normal, albeit a little strange man, with a wolf as a pet, had turned into twin werewolves.

"Are you serious, or are you both escapees from the local mental institute?"

"I told you she was strong Davos. Why don't you show her?

"I don't want to ruin the suit."

Greta didn't believe her ears; these two actually believe they are werewolves. "OK guys, the fun is over. Take me to a doctor now."

Instead of doing what she asked them, Davos began to undress. He placed his clothes in a neat pile on a chair and then stood naked in front of her.

If it wasn't for the fact that she had been raped just hours earlier, she might have enjoyed what she was looking at. Davos was muscular like his brother but his waste was not as slim. His cock was about the same size as his brother's but bent slightly to the right.

"Greta, watch carefully," said Otto.

Davos turned his head back, and it went much further back than is humanly possible. Then she heard sharp cracks, like when you crack your fingers. His head whipped forward and he went down, supporting his body on his arms. While Greta watched, his spine contorts, and his legs grew longer. She saw hair growing out of his back, and down his arms and legs.

"Oh my god, this is not happening. Otto, take me out of here. She began to turn and was about to begin a sprint towards the entrance when Otto grabbed her shoulders in a vice, and forced her to look at his brother. During the few seconds her head had been turned, Davos hands had turned into paws, his nose and mouth had become longer, and his ears had turned hairy and pointy. Within seconds the transformation was over, and where a young man had stood only a little while earlier an enormous wolf with yellow eyes was standing.

"See, I told you."

"This can't be happening, please take me away from here."

Greta was frightened, so frightened she could feel urine running down her thighs. Her legs began to shake and she had to hold on to Otto so she wouldn't fall. But he didn't support her, instead he stepped away from her and while she screamed and closed her eyes, she heard him transform. She was sure they would kill her, but when nothing happened for several minutes, she opened her eyes. Now there were two wolves sitting there, one with yellow eyes, and the other with ice blue. They stood and walked towards her, and just as she thought they would kill her, they began to lick her hands.

The snow was falling outside. Greta was watching the big fluffy flakes outside the window in Otto's bedroom. The last few days had been extremely cold, but Greta was warm. She lay naked between Otto and Davos. Their fur kept her warm and she snuggled in close to Otto. He whined and then used his paw to push down her hand.

"Otto, you got to be the horniest wolf on earth."

Davos growled, and Greta turned to him. "You to baby, you are both just too horny."

Her hand traveled down Otto's chest and when she reached his cock she took it in her hand and began to stroke it in a steady slow rhythm. The wolf growled and adjusted its position on the bed. She stretched out her arm and took Davos in her other hand and did the same to him.

"We need to talk guys, so I would appreciate it if you both got back into your human form."

Nothing happened, they both just lay there, whining and growling.

"OK, I'll finish you off, but then you have to promise to change."

Several months have past since the day she saw Davos and Otto turn into werewolves. Summer turned into autumn and now it was winter. She had called Mike and told him she would be staying longer than expected and then she called her parents telling them the same. They were concerned but calmed down when she told them she had begun some very interesting research and everything was fine.

Living with Otto and Davos turned out to be a life of sex. They would fuck her every day and every night, either in wolf form or human form. She kind of liked both, but preferred the human form. When they were wolves, they would sometimes get carried away and hurt her. When their knot expanded in her pussy she almost cried out of pain. 

They never told her where they come from or if there were more like them, all they wanted was to be with her. She hadn't told them yet, but she was two periods late, and it concerned her. 

Greta felt the wolf cocks contract and shoot out their hot cum and they both growled. They licked themselves clean which was very kinky, she thought, and turned back to humans.

"What is it Greta?" asked Otto. 

She held both their hands and looked first at Otto and then at Davos. "I am pregnant."

The room was silent and then Davos spoke. "That's wonderful. Do you know who the father is?"

Greta giggled. "No, you both fuck me everyday so I have no idea."

Otto looked concerned and Davos said, "What are you thinking about Otto?"

"This hasn't happened in hundreds of years, and I have no idea what to do."

"There is nothing to it, I'll carry the child for nine months, and then we will go to a hospital," said Greta.

"It's not that easy my dear."

"What do you mean?"

Otto cleared his throat and sat up on the bed. "Greta, you have been impregnated by werewolves, not by a regular guy. You will most likely not have one baby, but a litter."

Greta felt a chill down her back, she had never thought about it. Sure, after Davos fucked her that first time, she was concerned about her health but nothing happened and since then she had been with them daily and she felt fine. "I'll have a litter. What does that mean?"

"I would guess three or four pups."

"Pups?"

Davos took her hand in his. "Yeah, werewolves are born as wolves, not as humans."

Greta let go of his hand and got out of bed. She walked naked back and forth a few times and then stopped in front of them. "Do you guys have any idea what you are talking about, or are you making this up?"

Davos and Otto looked at each other and then Otto said, "let's go down stairs, we can talk in the kitchen."

While Davos made coffee, Otto disappeared and when he came back he was carrying a big book. When he laid it on the table Greta saw it was bound in leather with a wolves head on the cover, but there was no writing. She guessed it to be at least fifteen inches by twelve inches and five inches thick.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I don't know where it came from, but we have had it as far back as we can remember. It's advice and rules for the werewolf."

Davos came up behind Greta and looked over her shoulder. She could feel his cock go hard as it pressed against her ass. She wanted him, but this was too important. Sex had to wait.

"I looked in it a few times, and it's written in Latin," said Davos.

Otto carefully opened the book and on the first page there was some kind of index. He ran his finger down translating as he went. "Introduction, history of our species, what can kill us, medicine, ahh, here we go, starting a family."




Greta and the Twins Pt. 01



"Are you joking? Does it really say that?" asked Greta.

Otto chuckled. "Almost, anyway it's place to start."

He found the page and read in silence for a long time. Davos and Greta had time for more coffee. When they became bored Otto finally lifts his head.

"OK, there is good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

"The good," said Greta.

"There have been cases during our existence where human women have carried werewolves and then given birth to them. Both mother and pups turned out fine."

"Fantastic, what's the bad news?"

Otto closed the book and looked at her. "You have to become a werewolf."

"Bullshit, I can't do that."

"There is only one way that could happen, and that is if one of us bites you or scratched you deeply enough to insert our DNA into your blood stream. Then at the next full moon you have to drink human blood."

"C'mon, is that really necessary? Why can't I give birth as a human?"

"The book said a human would never be able to give birth to pups, and she couldn't feed them. You only have two breasts, and you will need more." 

"I could feed them in turn?"

"No, they have to be fed at the same time, for several months."

"OK, there is not much else to do is it," said Greta.

"You know you could die during the transformation, it does happen. Not every human can become a werewolf," Otto said.

"I will be OK. When do we do it?"

The two men looked at each other and grinned. "I think now is as good as any, and there is a full moon in two days time."

Greta stood and said, "Go ahead, bite me or scratch me whatever you need to do, I'm ready."

Davos chuckled. "Why be boring? We could go back to bed and do it there. I mean, it must be nicer for you having some cock before we bite you."

Greta grinned and nodded her head. Then she took them by there hands and the three of them walked up the stairs.



Greta Fights Mommy Adriana



Dear Readers, this is the second part of the Mommy Adriana series. I hope you enjoy the ride, there is more to come.

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Mommy Adriana continued her assault on my boycunt with her 10 inch strap-on dildo stretching me to the hilt. Meanwhile Andrea, my wife, had gotten up from my face, leaving me drenched in her juices. She sat exhausted on the couch watching the scenario in front of her. Mommy Adriana quickened her pace causing me to moan louder and louder which each thrust of her huge dildo.

I looked up at Mommy Adriana, meanwhile she had taken off her blouse and bra. Her big d-cup tits almost slapped me with each thrust forward. She took my hands and lead me to her huge nipples. I started to massage them and they were hard and long like little cocks. This obviously increased her pleasure and she neared orgasm, the strap-on went in and out at the speed of a jackhammer, my moans had turned into uncontrollable shrieks.

Mommy Adriana cried out loud and I felt her juices gush out and around the strap-on. This triggered my orgasm and an incredible pleasure washed over me. I felt like in a world of my own, for a moment everything stood still, my cockette tried to get hard but it was futile in its chastity, still I came like never before. Then I came back to life, my mother slumped over me and I looked towards Andrea who sat on the couch fingering herself and moaning out loud, lost in a world of her own, bringing herself to just another shattering orgasm.

Slowly Mommy Adriana withdrew the giant cock without a word from my abused boycunt, even slower she unstrapped the dildo and moved forward toward my head. There she unbuckled my double dildo, took it out of my mouth and simply sat on my face.

"Lick me, clean me, but be very gentle Greta."

I had of course no other choice and took to my task immediately. She was dripping of juices and I was surprised she didn't even taste bad. I mean not as good as Andrea but still not a bad taste. After a minute or so she got up and told me to clean the toys and then to go up to her bedroom to wait for her. I took the toys and went on wobbly legs to the bathroom.

When I came back I saw the two women sitting on the couch. Mommy Adriana simply held her daughter in her arms. Andrea saw me, straightened up and said, "before you go to Mommie's bedroom I want to have a word with you."

"Mom, we'll be ready in a few minutes and you can have her for further training I guess." Mommy Adriana raised her hand, interjecting.

"First she has to dress properly again. She looks like a slut in just her corset, stockings and heels. I will teach her to keep modest in the house."

With that she helped me back into the clothes and took special care in closing the hobble skirt so once again I was reduced to take mincing steps.

With my head hung I followed my wife as best as I could to our bedroom, but was it still ours? Would I ever be sleeping there again after what had occurred during the evening? Andrea sat on the bed and told me to close the door.

"Come here and kneel in front of me Gary!"

Did I hear right? Did she call me by my name? Was there still hope for me? I walked slowly towards her, fearing the words coming out of her mouth. Equally slowly and with great difficulty due to my hobble skirt I dropped to my knees. I looked up at her. She bent forward, took my face in one of her beautiful hands. She held me like this for quite a while, as if studying my face or better what was happening behind this made up facade.

"Dear, what happened since Mom arrived can't be undone anymore. I know you must feel humiliated, but I still love you and want you to be my man, my husband. The only problem is, I am not able to fight for you against Mom, you have to do this on your own. I want you back in this bedroom as my husband. God, you really look like a girl. Where is the man I married years ago?"

She pulled me up, held me in her arms for a moment and whispered in my pierced and earring studded ear.

"Go get her Tiger! Fight her and be my man again!"

I looked at her, nodded my head and walked with swaying hips and mincing steps towards the door. Yes, I thought I will show Mommy Adriana, err, this bitch who is the man of the house. With that I left the sanctity of our bedroom and stepped outside. My six inch heels clicked loud on the wooden floor and reminded me with this eerie sound who really was wearing the pants. I stopped in my tracks and tried to calm down for a moment before I entered the guest bedroom where my mother was definitely waiting for me.

Yes, there she was! Smiling at me.

"Oh Greta, finally you come. What kept you so long? Anyway, it doesn't matter. Come here now! I'll teach you what you need to know about female hygiene honey."

I simply stood there, defying her orders.

"Girl! For Christ sakes! What happened in your Mistresses bedroom? Oh, I see you are all getting manly with me now. Hahahaha!" She laughed out loud, tears were running down her cheeks.

"Oh my god, you are funny! I thought we had already gotten past this. I mean who fucked whom? Who didn't get his clitty up? Hahahaha! It was you! My cock was hard as a rock. I believe your cunt is still throbbing now. And look at you! Just take a look into the mirror and tell me where do you see a man?"

She got up quickly and pushed me in front of the mirror. I didn't want to look into it. I knew I didn't look like a man now. How could I, dressed like this? Somehow I wrestled out of her grip, turned around and said.

"Yes, I know I am not dressed like a man right now. But, but you made me. It doesn't mean I am not a man. I am a man and you know it too. I'll show you."

With that I started to undo my blouse, but she had recovered from the shock of my unexpected rebellion. Once again she surprised me with strength and quickness. With one step she was at my side, pulled my arms behind my back, pushed me toward her bed. I stumbled and fell right on it. I heard her rummaging in the night stand and before I had gotten up I saw her holding triumphantly a pair of handcuffs. This time I was prepared and when she attacked me I was able to hold her off, at least for a short moment. 

We wrestled with each other, but she had certainly an advantage with me wearing a hobbleskirt and six inch heels, the fight was over quickly. My hands now on my back cuffed I was no match for her anymore. I knew I had lost my chance and she knew it too. She got up and towered over me with a glaring face.

"Good effort for a weak girl like you, but honey you should have remembered besides Andrea I had four boys and they all obey me. Why do you think they do that? Just because I prepared them nice food?"

Her laughter rang in my ears. With surprising ease she pulled me up and lay me belly down on the bed where I lay waiting resignedly what was in store for me.

She rummaged once again in her magic suitcase. I felt her opening up the hobble skirt, pulling it down, my panties followed right after. She pulled me up into a standing position, showed me a big wooden paddle and held it right into my face.

"How many do you think you deserve for your rebellion, girl?"

When I didn't respond she got even angrier.

"Ok girl, you just earned yourself another 10 blows for not answering to your loving Mommy. Let me see, for your unmotivated outburst I'll give you 50 swats plus the 10 we have, that makes a nice 60 swats. Hmm, I bet your cute bubble butt will have such a nice color afterwards. I shall choose your new lipstick in the same color sweet girl."

With this she sat down on the bed. I looked at her and started pleading.

"Please Mommy Adriana, I'll be good, I have learned my lesson."

This caused her another round of laughter.

"You still don't get it, don't you? If I say something you can bet on me doing it, sweetheart. I just want the best for you, so if you know what is good for you stop whining and take your punishment like a good girl," laughing once again at the irony of her words. Would this humiliation ever stop? 

I looked at her and like in slow motion I positioned myself over her, already the second time in less than a day.

"Hmmm, that's good honey. Now lets start. Oh, before I forget it, would you please not forget to count each swat and thank me for it or otherwise I may have to add another blow for each time you forget. You got that Greta?"

I simply nodded my head.

"I didn't hear you sweety."

So I answered her dutifully. "Yes Mommy Adriana, I won't forget."

As soon as I had said it, the first swat came down on my unprotected butt. I yelped loud in pain, very much surprised at the intensity of the pain partially due to the earlier punishment and of course to the wooden paddle. Before I could utter a word two, three, four blows rained down in quick succession on me. The pain was so intense that I hardly could breath anymore and I simply cried out loud.

"Oh honey, does it hurt? Its all good for you. We need to get rid of this stupid macho attitude of yours. By the way, we have to start all over again because you forgot to thank me."

I cried once again. "Please Mommy, please stop. It hurts soo much, I promise I won't be a macho anymore. Please don't hurt me."

She snickered. "No way, honey you won't rob me of this nightly pleasure, but I relent, you don't have to count or we won't be ready for breakfast I guess and I need my beauty sleep as much as you honey."

She continued her assault on me and after 15 blows I started to cry uncontrollably. I didn't even hear the door opening. Only when Mommy Adriana said: "Hello Andrea. I am showing Greta the hard way to obedience. She had a chance to have it the easy way but she rebelled against me and thought she could escape her destiny to be your maid."

While saying that she didn't miss a beat and continued beating the living daylight out of me. Through teary eyes and crying out loud, I looked up and saw Andrea standing there, her mouth open, her expression showing a mixture of astonishment and disgust of her weak husband. She turned around and closed the door with a bang. I hung my head again and finally it stopped.

"Who are you?"I heard Mommy Adriana say.

Sobbing loud, rubbing my stinging buttcheeks, I answered her. "I am a girl and my name is Greta, Mommy Adriana."

"Is there anything else you want to say?" I knew what she wanted from me and I also knew I would give it to her because I didn't want to go through all the pain again.

"Yes, Mommy Adriana, there is more I want to say. I will try to be what you want me to be."

I looked at her, whiping my tears from my face.

"So tell me what is it I want you to be sissy?"

I turned red and hung my head in submission. "I will become Andrea's maid like you said Mommy Adriana."

Smiling at me she pushed the envelope further.

"What else did I say?"

I looked at her again. "Please no Mommy Adriana, please no."

Her fingers tapped impatiently the wooden paddle and I gave in.

"So she can take a real man as her lover and I can service both of them."

She patted my head.

"There, there little one. Was it that difficult to admit you are a girl and not a man? You just have to overcome your false machism and start to think like the girl you are."

With that she uncuffed me and went to her magical suitcase. She pulled out a pink babydoll with matching frilly panties and held it out towards me. I knew better than not to take it. Quckly I donned the clothes and I saw her delighted smile.

"Yes, pink suits you honey. I'll keep you in pink and frills for the rest of your life."

I stood in front of her, feeling ridiculous in my still tightly laced corset, my white stockings and heels contrasting nicely with my new babydoll and panties.

"Mommy Andrea, please let me take off the corset. It is so tight, I won't be able to sleep." 

She raised her hand. "No complaining girl. You need it to mould you into the figure I want you to have. So you definetely keep it on for the night."

Then she turned to her nighstand where a big glass jar stood. She took out two pills and handed them to me.

"Here girl. These pills will help you to overcome your machism. You will take two of them every morning and evening."

I took them out of her hands, held them for a moment, looked at them and slowly raised them to my mouth and swallowed them.

"There we go", she smiled. "You have taken the first step towards womanhood honey. I am proud of you."

Then she went to the bathroom, obviously had forgotten about her earlier mention to teach me about female hygiene. It took a while and she came out wearing a long flowing silk nightgown which did little to hide her big tits.

"Your turn Greta. Since I love you so much I have laid out something for you which you should get used to. Women always want their pussies to be clean for their men, so we douche ourselfs. Since you still don't have a natural pussy but want to be clean too, I'll show you what to do."

She went with me to the bathroom and I saw she had prepared just another humiliating task for me. Mommy Adriana smiles at my expression.

"I see you know it's an enema bag. Honey you'll do this from now on every morning and before you go to bed, and of course after each time you go to the bathroom. You want to be clean all the time. You don't want your man to have a dirty cock except of course if you like sucking dirty cocks clean." 

I blushed beet red at yet another of her indignities. She motnioned for me to bend over and quickly pulled my panties down. Unceremonioulsy she pushed the nuzzle into my boypussy and I felt the warm soapy water enter my guts. Slowly my belly extended to pregnant size proportions. Soon I was happy to relieve myself. She repeated the process two times more before only clear liquid came out of me.

"Now you know how to do it and I expect you to be diligent with it. You never know who'll lift your skirt and wants access in the next moment. So be prepared."

I simply nodded my head in resignation. "Yes, Mommy Adriana."

When we were done we went to our beds, me still locked in my six inch heels. She lay down.

"Come here and give Mommy a good night kiss."

I dutifully went to her bed and kissed her cheeks.

"Mommy? Could you please unlock the heels. They are very beautiful but they hurt a lot and I won't be able to sleep in them."

She looked at me in mock pity, switching off the light on her nightstand.

"You'll need to get used to them honey. The point is not only the shoes should look beuatiful, your legs too. Good night and sleep tight."

With teary eyes I slowly turned and minced to my bed, thinking of her irony: I had no other choice than sleeping like that, she herself had laced me into a corset. Despite my uncomfortable nightwear I fell asleep quickly but felt like a truck had hit me when at 6 am the alarm went off. I turned around but Mommy Adriana wouldn't have any of it.

"Sleepyhead get up, so much to learn for you, so little time."

She threw the covers on the ground and I had no chance, but to get up. Mommy quickly unlaced my corset and took off my heels. Oh, what a pleasure. Finally I was able to breath and walk normal again. We went together to the bathroom where we both took off our clothes and were naked in no time.

"This is your first day as a maid. I expect you to learn well and with enthusiasm. If you step out of line I'll be glad to assist with the paddle to bring you back. The first task this morning is to learn how to assist washing me so you know how to do it for your Mistress Andrea."

I nodded my head. "Yes Mommy Adriana."

Quickly she reminded me of my need to curtsy slapping in rapid succession both of my cheeks.

"Did I say maid? Did I Greta? You know what a maid has to do, right?"

With a stinging face and tears in my eyes I dropped the best curtsy I could.

"Hmmm, very nice. I see you haven't forgotten the curtsy lesson I gave you yesterday."

She took my hand and pulled me under the shower.

"Kneel maid!"

I did as I was told and soon she gave me a soapy sponge. Giving me directions I cleaned her thoroughly. She turned off the water and we stepped outside where I proceeded to dry her with a big, fluffy bathtowel.

"Step into the shower and clean yourself up. Be quick! I will take care of myself for a moment."

I took my shower and when I finished she waited already for me with body milk. She showed me ho to apply it and told me from now on to take good care of my body.

"Now you are nice and smooth and finally all your running comes in handy. You haven't an ounce of fat too much. You've got already a girlish figure. The hormones will just enhance it and soon you won't even remember you ever thought you were a man."

She took hold of my nipples which always had been very sensitive. Immediately they got hard and stuck out.

"Hmmm, very nice."

I moaned involuntarily.

"You like that. Don't you Greta?"

I moaned once again while she twirled my nipples between her fingers.

"Yes Mommy, I love it."

My cockette tried to become hard but was still locked away.

"Greta, this excites me. Drop to your knees and service me."

I knew what she wanted and got down on my knees. She pulled me into her and I lapped at her pussy with long sensuous strokes. She took my hair in her hands and started thrusting herself against me, quicker and quicker, fucking my face, only this time without a strap-on. Soon I felt her juices gushing into my waiting mouth and I lapped like a dog in heat.

"Oh, that was good Greta. This will be also a part of your morning routine. You have a talented tongue, girl. I bet your Mistress will take advantage of this when I tell her. From her talking I know you haven't been doing this on a regular basis. I promise you from now on you'll spend quite a bit of time on your knees."

Back in the bedroom she proceeded to lace me once again into the corset. I did put on the stockings next and I looked up just in time to see her holding up what I had been dreading to see the first time she mentioned me becoming a Maid: My uniform! I swallowed hard but took it from her. She helped me put it on and soon I was a vision in frills, satin and lace.

"Now we go to the kitchen where you prepare breakfast for your Mistress under my supervision and then we'll present the new maid to her while serving the breakfast."

I made Andrea her favorite bowl of cereals mixed with fresh fruit and a glass of orange juice. This I put on a tray, added a flower and slowly we both walked towards Andrea's bedroom. Mommy Adriana walked ahead, knocked and walked in while she motioned for me to wait outside.

"It's me sweetheart. You need to get up honey."

Then she snipped with her fingers.

"May I present your new maid to you. Greta, come in!"

I minced slowly into her bedroom, holding my head low, avoiding to even look at Andrea after last night's humiliation when she had left banging the door.

"Your were all the way right Mom. He's really no man. I mean last night I thought a long time about what happened over there in the guestroom. I think it's all for her own good. Yes, please train him, err, her to become the best maid I can imagine. I won't be thinking of her as a man anymore. It's over now. I said goodbye to this thought. Now serve me, Greta!"

Before I could make a move Mommy Adriana stormed past me and fell into the arms of my wife Andrea.

"Oh honey, you'll see I only want the best for you and the best you shall have." 



Greta Von Yurt's Gestapo Ordeal



WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world.

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GESTAPO SS-LIEUTENANT Hans Von Yurt stood at ramrod stiff attention before the desk of his Commandant, SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp and watched and listened as the man ranted and raved, banging his fist on the desk for emphasis. He had rarely seen the man this angry. 

So far, SS-Lieutenant Von Yurt had no idea why the man was yelling at him about some traitorous woman who had sided with the Jews. The SS- Oberführer soon corrected that lack of his knowledge in the conversation.

"THE TRAITOR IS YOUR WIFE GRETA, VON YURT. YOUR WIFE!" Hans eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe his ears. True, Greta had said some mild things against the Nazi party, to his dismay and consternation, but traitor? Impossible! She was a loyal German. As loyal as Der Führer, himself. She just had a funny way of showing it sometimes.

"Mein Oberführer, I don't believe . . . "

"SHUT UP, VON YURT! There is no denying it, She is the one I am referring to. She is the one who has used her raggedy and pitiful little weekly newsletter to blast the party's treatment, or I should say mistreatment, of the Jews. She's the one, your Greta, who has created great dissension and discord among the working classes." He paused. 

"WELL, NO MORE, VON YURT!" He banged his fist hard on the desk top. "You, SS-Gestapo Lieutenant Von Yurt, are going to personally arrest that little bitch wife of yours and bring her to me. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Von Yurt?"

"Y-Yes, mein Oberführer, perfectly clear, sir! Hans stiffened his body and clicked his heels together. He knew better than to say anything else, especially any of the argumentative rebuttal thoughts he now harbored. The man before him was obviously in no mood for a debate.

"Good! Now, go retrieve her, Von Yurt, and deliver her to me, in less than one hour, in my private quarters." The Commandant looked down at his wrist watch. "I want to personally teach the traitorous little cunt some lessons in following party doctrine when it comes to mass media." He smiled at the Lieutenant. 

Lieutenant Von Yurt cringed, but saluted smartly, pivoted and headed toward the door. He knew the fate awaiting his beautiful wife of less than five years, but also knew there was nothing he, or anyone else for that matter, could do about it. Their fate was sealed. It was now, he knew, up to Greta as to just how horrible that fate would, or could get.

A short while later, Hans and Greta Von Yurt were in the back seat of a large, black unmarked SS-Gestapo car headed for the Commandant's quarters. Two regular army soldiers sat in front and, one of them, the driver, was humming a tune. It sounded out of place, given the circumstances, but at the same time it sounded normal. A thing a driver would do to pass the time.

Hans hadn't yet told Greta the reason for the trip, but he suspected she knew something wrong was afoot. He had merely told her that the commandant wanted to chat with her and she was not to worry, purposely playing it down so as not to fret her prematurely. Her worry and fret would come soon enough, he well knew. 

"Hans," Greta said. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?" He nodded, not turning to her, but still staring out the rear window on his side. "It's because of those things I wrote, isn't it?" He nodded again, still staring at the scenery going past. She pumped him further. 

"How bad is it, Hans?" She sounded fearful, so he turned to face her. He looked very worried. Childlike in his worry. He took her right hand into both of his and squeezed. He could sense her fear. He had that fear in himself.

"Very bad, I'm afraid, my liebschen. The Commandant has labeled you a traitor . . ." He let the words just hang there, waiting for her response.

"Traitor? That's nonsense, Hans, I'm a loyal party woman, you know that. So, I played Devil's advocate with my odd views, but . . . "

Hans shushed her. "Liebschen, we don't have much time. We must talk before we get to the Commandant's quarters." 

Hans leaned over and said something to the driver. It was said too low for Greta to hear, but a moment later she heard the man say, "Ya, Lieutenant!" and pull the car over to the curb and kill the engine. The two regular army soldiers then left the car, slamming doors behind them. Hans turned to her.

"Hans, I . . . "

"Greta, my liebschen, please, we don't have much time, so listen to me and listen very carefully. I am helpless in his matter and cannot do a thing to help you." He squeezed her hand. "I could shoot the two men with us, but that wouldn't save us, or you. We'd never even make it to the border or, even if by some incredible miracle we did, we'd never get through without a border pass.

"They would arrest us and kill us, after putting the two of us through holy hell." He squeezed her hand again. "Remember Anna?" He knew she did. She nodded silently. Poor Anna, she thought. Anna had also been called to have a little chat with the Commandant. She was now hospitalized and in a mostly vegetative state. Her mind had snapped.

Before her mind had gone, she had told Greta most of the horrid details. What she told Greta had seemed incredible in this day and age. Impossible, even. 

Anna had fought the Commandant wildly, even going so far as to bite his penis when he had attempted to put it into her mouth. He had beaten her severely and told her he would kill her entire family if she didn't cooperate. 

She cooperated, as best she could, but that still wasn't enough for him. He meant to teach her a good lesson. After raping her night and day for a week, he had turned her over to what he called the barrack's boys, 160 of his regular army soldiers. They had used her night and day, every day, without any mercy, for eight months. Anna didn't go into great detail, but she did say it was the most horrible thing imaginable, and beyond.

Anna did mention being tied to an army cot, night and day, while a long line of soldiers waited outside the door for their turn at her. And Anna's crime? She had called an SS-Gestapo officer a pig after he had pinched her behind in the restaurant where she waitressed. But how was she to know he was Schutzstäffel? The dreaded SS. The man was in plain clothes.

Anna's ordeal might have gone on until they tired of her or she died, but Anna got pregnant. Most of the men wanted to kill her then and there, but the barrack's boss, a kindly Corporal Fürst, took pity on her and sent her home to have the baby. Upon her leaving, Fürst had told her to go and have a healthy, German soldier boy.

Anna wasn't home three days when she miscarried and lost the baby. Whether this fact contributed to Anna's deterioration or not will never be known, but Anna collapsed soon after and lost all sense of reality. She now spent her days in a home for the mentally insane.

But that was then and this is now.

"Well," Hans was saying. "Anna had no idea what fate was waiting for her when she fought the commandant. How could she? But, you, my liebschen, are a step ahead of it all. That could save you from a very terrible time of it." Greta thought about the barrack's boys. Hans knew what she was thinking. He spoke again, still very rapidly.

"Yes, that would be terrible. Terrible. But you can prevent that from happening to you. By not being you, the strong-willed woman, the woman who takes no crap from anyone . . . including me." He chuckled softly. It sounded to Greta like a gallows chuckle. She tried to chuckle, too, but found she couldn't. Her throat was too dry.

"Liebschen," he continued, talking rapidly. "While it kills me inside to say this, you must humor the man and do everything he tells you to do, sexual and otherwise. It's the only way, believe me. I've seen and heard this man in action. He's a beast, a depraved beast. He enjoys telling stories of how he made the woman fight back, on purpose, by having her do things she found truly repulsive and the joy and exhilaration he felt in turning her over to his wretched henchmen. 

"At all costs, you must not fight him. It will only play into his hands. If there is any hope of you coming out of this, my liebschen, and being spared Anna's fate, this is it. Use any ability you have within you to play-act, pretend you like it even, but just don't get the man angry. Do you understand, my liebschen?" She nodded meekly. God, she thought, oh, God. What is to become of me? Of us? Hans had said something more, again rapidly.

" . . . will insist on oral and intercourse, undoubtedly, but he will also make you perform anal sex. I know, I know. This is something you absolutely detest and I understand, my love, but he will give you no choice in the matter. It's do it or suffer Anna's consequences." He looked at her, great fear and love showing in his pool blue eyes. And tears. "And, as I well know from listening to his many ugly stories, his men will use you that way anyway, so please, liebschen, keep that in mind." He had more tears in his eyes. He's trapped, she thought, just like I am, but I must now be the strong one. If we are to survive at all.

One of the soldiers tapped on the rear car window and said, " One more minute, Lieutenant, sir." Hans turned to her.

"Greta, our time has run out. Do you think you can be a convincing actress with this vile bastard?" He looked anxious and afraid. Wanting her to say she could, but hating the fact that she had to.

"Hans, my liebschen, I love you. I can get through this. But will you? Will your knowing what I have done with this man hurt you so deeply it kills your love for me? That would kill me quicker than a bullet to my head." 

"No, liebschen, I know you will have had no choice. My love for you will remain as srong as it is now. I promise." He reached out and kissed her. A long kiss. "We have to go now. I love you." He held her close. "I love you, my liebschen." 

Just as the car door opened, Greta whispered, "I love you, too, my liebschen Hans." The two soldiers rejoined them in the car and in less than a minute they were once more underway. 

Hans and Greta sat in the back seat, holding hands, both staring straight ahead at the backs of the soldier's heads. They both had tears in their eyes. The car turned a corner and there it was, the posh hotel that housed the SS-Gestapo. And, as Hans well knew, the personal penthouse quarters of SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp. The SS-beast. The SS-beast, Hans thought, who would soon have his dirty hands all over Greta's lovely body. Making her . . . Hans stopped thinking about it as the car stopped and the two soldiers got out. 

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AS GRETA STOOD, all alone, in the middle of the Commandant Oberführer's living room, she concentrated on steeling her will for the ordeal she could only imagine lay ahead of her. She was sure she could do as he wished, the bastard, and then blot it out of her mind later, unlike poor Anna, but she had to call on all the fortitude within her to play-act her part in the horrible scenario to soon come. Later was later, she thought, but now, damn it, was now.

A door opened to her right and SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp entered the room. He was barefooted and wearing a dark purple robe with twin yellow lightning bolts embroidered on the breast pocket. The insignia of the SS, the Schutzstäffel, the feared quasi-military arm of the Nazi party that served as their special police force. The dreaded Black Shirts. Stemp had a drink in one hand and was smiling at her. She felt immediately nauseated. And truly frightened.

As he stepped even closer to her, she realized he was a bigger man that she had remembered. Well over six feet, muscular, but with a pronounced paunch for a stomach. His chest looked extremely hairy as it peeked out of the purple robe's vee at his neck. His bare legs, below the robe, were also extremely hairy. The words hairy beast ran through her mind.

But it was his face that got her full attention. He was ugly. Not horribly ugly, but ugliness showed through nonetheless. His face was fat, wide at the jowls, with a close cropped moustache that reminded her of Hitler, their beloved Führer. His lips, the bottom one very fat, wore a scar that crossed diagonally over them both, making them somehow look very evil. His ears looked too big for even his big face. They had little hairs growing out of them that repulsed her and reminded her of a man who should be older than he appeared to be.

"Good evening, Frau Von Yurt. How are you this lovely night?" The way he had said it, with a slight sneer in it, spoke volumes to her. She knew he was cat and mousing her, looking over his prey, which he knew had no avenue of escape. And the bastard, she also knew, was enjoying it immensely. She was sure he had done this before and was very well practiced in it. Anna flashed through her mind. Anna had probably stood in this very same spot. And had the same fears.

"I'm fine, Oberführer. May I go home now, I have many important things to do there, if that's all right with you." She was immediately sorry her mouth had gotten ahead of her brain, but, at the same time, she was pleased with herself. She'd caught him off guard, the bastard, by the looks of him. He was flustered. But, she reminded herself to be careful with him. She was in his home court, without any advantage. And it was he, not she, who would always be the clever one.

He started toward her. "Home? My, my, you've only just arrived here, my dear. Besides, we haven't had our little chat yet." He was now standing a foot away from her. "YOU TRAITOROUS LITTLE SLUT!" He slapped her hard across her right cheek, knocking her head to the side. The pain was awful and immediate. "HOME! HAH! Until I say so, you Jew loving little cunt, this is your home!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her roughly from side to side.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" He put one hand under her chin, gripping it strongly, and forced her to look directly at him. She saw that he had spittle on his chin from the yelling.

"Y-yes, Oberführer. I'm sorry if I misspoke. What is it you want to talk to be about?" She looked pitifiul. He stepped back a few feet and looked at her, taking her entire body in and making her feel naked. He read her mind in that direction.

"Before we have our little chat, my dear, I want you to remove every article of your clothing, every last stitch, and stand at full attention. Now! AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT!" He smiled at her. He knew she was trapped. And she knew words were useless with this type of man, one who wielded power without any thought to another's feelings. 

Resigned, and without a single word of protest, she started to disrobe, feeling the full, aching pain of humiliation and embarrassment creeping over her. I love you, Hans, she said to herself, fighting back the urge to cry. Crying now, she feared, might make the beast angry. And she knew where his anger could take her.

As she stripped before him, her hands trembling, he said, "I've had my eye on you for quite some time, Frau Von Yurt, but I suspect you know that. Tonight, my dear, I'm going to use you as you have never been used before." She was now down to her bra and panties. She heard him draw in a gasping breath. "Ah, lovely, lovely, my sweet one. You are, forgive me for saying it this way, what those fool American's idiotically call, stacked like a brick shithouse!" He laughed, which added to her overall embarrassment.

And to the guilt she was also feeling even before she had reached this state of undress. For, while removing her outer clothing, she had thought of something Anna had only glossed over; having three of the barracks boys at a time using all her orifices simultaneously. Anna had broken down in tears.

But even while consoling Anna, Greta had weird thoughts invade her mind. She was picturing three men using her that way, and, to her consternation, the picture in her head was having a strange effect on her body. She could feel her vagina watering up, a heat coming over her. 160 barracks boys would be much to much, but just three? Three. 

She knew she was stronger than Anna. She would have survived and not have gone to pieces. In face, she probably would have convinced them she even liked it, thereby getting better treatment. More sleep, more food. But, what scared her the most is, she might have liked it. For even now, as serious as her situation was, she could feel a perverseness coming into her mind. 

She had stolen a glimpse at the lower body of the Commandant. His erection had been poking the robe's material out toward her. She quickly averted her eyes, but the effect on her was electrifying. She had to fight her mind, keep it from getting her turned on, keep those images of what he would be doing to her with the thing now hidden under the robe. It was a very difficult fight.

She had been a virgin when she had married her childhood sweetheart, Hans. To be sure, there had been the usual puppy love silliness of using her hand to manipulate a boy, or two, but it never went the whole way. She had saved herself for her Hans. And now, he couldn't help her, even as much as he wanted to. She was at the mercy of man with power not only over her and Hans, but over the entire barracks boys. 

Now, as she stood before the man, in preparation of removing the last of her clothing, she could feel a wetness start to creep into her vaginal area. It felt as if it was flowing out of her in a copious manner, wetting her panties. The only saving grace, for which she was truly thankful, was the fact that her panties were black. The commandant might not see her tell-tale staining. 

But something deep within her mind, wanted him to. She wanted him to know she was willing, ready, and very able to do his bidding. This thought made her feel a flushness creep up her neck. And again, she thought of Anna.

As she was about to unhook her bra, he placed his drink on the desk, stepped toward her and said, "Here, let me." He went up to her and put his thick arms around to her back and deftly undid the clasp. She could smell alcohol on his breath as the heat of him seemed to ungulf her. He stepped back, the bra in his hand. He tossed it willy-nilly in the direction of his desk as if female underclothing meant nothing in his world. 

As she now stood there, the perfection of her young, firm breasts fully before his lecherous gaze, she felt the nipples go rigid from the coolness of the room. This embarrassed her even more and she was tempted to use her hands to cover herself. She resisted this as Stemp now moved closer to her. He whistled a low wolf's whistle, the type men use for pretty females on the street, and then said:

"They are beautiful, just beautiful, your perky little titties. Oh, yes, my little Jew loving cunt, I'm going to enjoy you tonight." He reached out and, with both hands, started to squeeze and knead the twin orbs, tweaking the nipples hard. 

He bent over and put his scarred lips on her right nipple and started nursing on it. His lips felt rough and sandpapery. She stood there, trembling and wanting to die. He worked both her breasts for a few more minutes and then stood back. "The panties." was all he said, a wide grin on his face.

Oh, God, she thought, as she lowered her panties, exposing her unshaven groin area to his unyielding stare. Remember Anna, she thought, remember what happened to Anna. Play-act. Oh, God, and it's only going to get worse, much worse, Oh, God, I love you Hans. 




Greta Von Yurt's Gestapo Ordeal



She stepped out of the panties, unable to look at him. Then she realized not doing so might anger him. She looked at him. He looked demented, depraved. He was drooling. His mouth hung down, making the scarred bottom lip look even bigger and rougher. Play-act, she reminded herself. Remember Anna.

Thus, with a will of iron and the hidden talents of a Sarah Burnhardt, she said, "Do you like what you see, Oberführer?" Her mouth felt dry. She had said it coquettishly, which surprised him, as well as herself. She now stood at full attention before him, totaly naked, her beautiful breasts and pussy unhidden to his eyes. She noticed that he had his drink back in his hand, the ice clinking even as it melted. He sipped at it.

"Oh, yes, my dear, what man wouldn't? But you disappoint me somewhat. I had expected more of a fight out of you, more, shall we say, revulsion at the idea of it all. But, no matter, I have many little tricks that will test your feminine mettle. Many tricks, my dear. As you shall discover. But for now, let's chat, shall we?" She stood there as he walked all around her, taking an occasional sip from his glass.

"We will chat about your feelings for the Jews later, but for now I will ask you some questions and you will answer each with a nod or a shake of your head. Understood?" She suspected he was about to test her further. She nodded.

"Good. Now, do you know, Frau Von Yurt, that we are going to have sex tonight or, as some say, fuck?" She nodded. The word fuck had forced her to cringe.

"Good again. And you know you are going to suck my big, hairy cock, don't you, my dear?" She shuddered and nodded. She heard him behind her, taking a sip.

"And my old, hairy balls . . .?" She shivered all over, but nodded again.

"And if I tell you I want to put my prick into your tight little ass, you will tell me to go fuck myself. Right?" She almost nodded, but caught herself in time to shake her head from side to side. She heard him laugh behind her. He was enjoying himself at play with his mouse.

"And if my asshole wants to feel the heat and wetness of your hot tongue on it . . . " He let the question hang in the air. Gritting her teeth, she nodded. Oh, God, help me, she thought, by letting me die this very minute. But she didn't really mean the prayer because it would mean no more Hans, no more us, no more anything. Play-act, she now thought as she nodded agreement to doing the vile act with him. He laughed again.

"You're too pliable, my dear, I have a feeling our little Hansy pansy has prepared you for what is going to take place here. Don't answer. It doesn't matter to me." He came around to her front, threw his drink at the fireplace, where it smashed into many pieces, and dropped his robe to the floor. 

He was naked now, too, large paunch and all. The two of them just stood there, both naked now, facing each other in the brightly lit room. His large, heavy, hairy balls hung down, framing his wide and flaccid penis. The head of his penis looked huge, much larger than Hans' more normal looking one. It frightened her just to look at it, but it was also mesmerizing, just as a Cobra's gaze can be to its prey.

"Come to me and put your arms around my neck and show me how well you can kiss, my sweet little Jew lover." Play-act, she thought as she moved toward his hulking shape. As her arms encircled his neck, she could feel the heat of the man. It was overpowering, as was the musky smell of his male sex. To Greta, his heat and the musk smell seemed to permeate the room, cloying her nostrils. This was nothing like Hans' sweet, manly odor. This was more primitive, more animalistic. It scared her.

Greta closed her eyes and sought his scarred lips with her. On contact, she had the urge to vomit, her stomach muscles wretching, churning, convulsing, but managed to control herself. His lips were rough, partly from the scarring, but also from their natural state. They reminded her of the papery, parched-looking lips she had seen on the gorillas at the zoo. Beasts, just like him.

She felt his large, fat tongue enter her mouth. It seemed hotter than hot. And wetter than wet. As he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue delved even further into her mouth, finding her own tongue and playing with it. Kiss him back, she thought, don't anger him. Survive. Her tongue rolled around, exploring the fat, fullness of the intruder. He moaned and kissed her harder, running his hands over her ass cheeks at the same time. Then his hands went up and explored all over her back. Then back over her ass cheeks.

His kissed her for what seemed a long time. Then he kissed her neck many times before he worked his way downward to her nervous breasts. Finding her right nipple, he started sucking on it hard, causing her to wince in pain. He then switched to her left nipple and did the same thing. It felt unbelievably awful to her.

But SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp was enjoying himself. After thoroughly suckling on her breasts to his satisfaction, he groped her ass cheeks and then stuck a finger, then two, into her vagina. His other hand stuck a large finger into her rectum to the first knuckle. His big hands now had her impaled between them. He wiggled all his fingers around for a bit as if testing for fit, and then seemed to lose interest in the deed. He looked her in the eyes.

"On your knees, Greta, and suck my cock." He smiled at her and then added, "And do a good job with no biting. If you bite me I will have all of your teeth removed before turning you over to my men." He didn't ask if she had understood. He knew she did. 

She knelt down before him, his great, hairy paunch hovering and seeming to sway in the air above her. God, give me strength, she prayed. Play-act flashed in her brain. Then Anna.

Greta took the fat, flaccid member into her right hand and lifted it so it pointed toward her face, her mouth. In doing so, she couldn't help but look at it. It seemed even fatter close up. And wider. At least two inches in girth, perhaps even more. The flange around the ridge stood out, all around, a full half-inch from the shaft, with the cock head's pee hole deeply indented, as a cleft chin might be. The whole appendage was meaty looking and felt quite heavy to her for a human penis. Hans' was nothing like this, nothing at all like it.

Taking a deep breath, Greta moved her head forward and took the monstrous head into her mouth. It was so incredibly wide. As she felt her lips cross the flanged ridge, the plumpness of his cock head filled her mouth, pressing against her tongue. She was reminded of a salami. A thick salami. He moaned above her, placing his hands into her hair and drawing her head even closer to him.

"Suck it, Greta, suck it good." She started a forward and back motion with her mouth, as she had done many times to her dear Hans. As she sucked, she felt the man's cock hardening up. Slowly at first, then more quickly, getting fatter, the head swelling to even larger proportions, the length of the shaft increasing. At full hardness, which was no more than seven inches in length, Greta believed that the wide head would certainly choke her to death. He moaned once more and pulled her head even closer to his hairy groin.

"Take the whole thing, my dear, all of it." He said it threateningly, as if failure in the attempt would anger him. I must avoid that, she thought. She removed her mouth and said, simply, "Yes, Oberführer."

Greta had been able to accomodate Hans' much slimmer 7" all the way down her throat, but this cock head now before her was unbelievably wide. She moved down the shaft, feeling the large cock head enter her throat's beginnings. When it hit her gag reflex, she decided to try something one of her married girlfriend's had told her to do, make a swallowing motion. She swallowed, as if eating a large piece of meat, and, to her utter amazement, it worked!! The entire cock head went down her throat with the one simple swallow until the man's pubic hairs were touching her lips. This amazed her. He moaned somewhere above her.

"Gott in Himmel! Ach der lieber!" he said. It had amazed him, too. "No woman has ever taken my cock head that way before. They usually throw up an entire meal all over me. I have often fantasized about a woman doing what you've just done, but I never thought it would ever occur. Now, suck me and swallow my sperm, you unbelievable deviltress, you." He started mouth-fucking her face, the fat-flanged head plunging deep within her throat on every third or fourth stroke.

As she sucked away on him, her saliva sputtering all around her mouth and around his fat-headed cock, they soon got into a syncopated rhythym. It was intoxicating to her, this sucking action, as if she was a baby suckling at her mother's nipple. And, to her chagrin, she found herself enjoying it. The meatiness of his cock head was doing something strange to her lips and tongue. Something very pleasurable.

While she hated this man, hated doing this for him, she also felt the pleasure sucking can bring. Like a pacifier, she thought. A large headed pacifier. This both scared and tantalized her. 

As their cock-in-mouth rhythym increased, his moaning increasing along with it, she found herself completely enraptured by it all. She hated herself for feeling this way, but she couldn't help it. And she hated herself for admitting that something else was going on, too. Her vagina was moistening up. She could feel the stirrings, the familiar wetness, as it increased. Sucking off the vile bastard was getting her hot.

And the desire in her welled up, too. Not for the man, but for the moment, the sex, the act, call it what you will. She tried to tell herself it was play-acting, but she knew that was a lie. Perhaps, she thought, I'm a wanton slut deep down and this is merely revealing it to me. Oh, God, I hope not, for how will I ever face my Hans again? How will I face myself again? These horrible thoughts mingled with the pleasure her mouth was feeling and the growing wetness between her legs. Confusion swam through her brain. 

SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp groaned, a real loud groan. He was, she knew by the gutteral sound of it, about to ejaculate into her mouth. She moved her mouth so just the head was engulfed, as she had many times with Hans, and moved her mouth back and forth over the cock head gently, waiting for his release. A moment later, he squeezed her head with both hands, holding her fast, and spasmed his sperm into her. She had expected him to yell as Hans usually did, but he was merely moaning. 

His sperm entered her mouth in large globules, thick and sticky, with the consistency of yogurt. The sheer initial volume of it amazed her. Her mouth flooded up, forcing her to swallow. As she felt the large sea of salty sperm go down her throat, her mouth flooded again. She swallowed once more. 

Then, to her utter amazement, her mouth flooded again, even more so than either time before. The amount of it caught her unaware and she felt it splashing out around his cock and dripping down hotly onto her naked knees. Her Hans had never been this copious, not even when he hadn't ejaculated in a week's time. Or even longer.

"Greta, use your mouth to suck the last drops out of me. Vaccuum my cock, my dear." She immediately complied, squeezing her lips tightly around the cock head and drawing her lips back toward herself, maintaining pressure. He was finally satisfied with her work.

He withdrew his cock and lifted her up to a standing position. He reached out and removed a large glob of his sperm from her chin. "Here, suck this off!" The finger was right in front of her mouth, the large glob shiny white. She reached out and took the finger into her mouth and sucked the sperm away. She swallowed just as he said, "After such a wonderful performance, my dear, we must use our first names. Call me Otto from now on, Greta. All right?" 

"Yes, Ober . . . Otto." Was all she could say as she stood there awash in her mixed emotions. 

He told her they would now be wined and dined in the finest manner and that afer dinner they would, now Greta and Otto, make love. She nodded. He told her to get dressed. He had a phone call to make.

As he walked away from her, her eyes took in his naked back. He looked younger from this position with that awful paunch hidden from view. His back was very muscular and strong appearing. His buttocks were somehow girlish looking and very tight. This side of him was, unlike his front, handsome. And very verile looking. This surprised her.

As she saw him close the door, she tried to reason with herself, to get some earthly perspective. She had just sucked off the vilest of men and she should have been revulsed, repulsed. And she was, but she also wasn't She should have been sickened now by it all. And she was, but at the same time, she wasn't. This dichotomy worried her because it meant that, while hating it, abhoring it, she had partially enjoyed it. And now had to admit that horrid fact to herself. 

Perhaps, she reasoned, my brain is echoing back to the days of the cavemen, when a man, allegedly, would grab a woman by the hair and drag her back to his cave. Where he would, allegedly, force the woman to do his bidding. Was all women's subconscious wired that way? To accept her fate by enjoying it? To survive? To live through it for one more chance at another new day? To play-act?

But where, she thought, did play end and act begin? Or was it all one seamless illusion meant to fool her, the self-audience? She was lost in an ocean of confusion. True, she had had her share of girlish fantasies, but never had she pictured anything forcible. It was always gentle in nature, both loving and romantic. The man, who always remained faceless to her, was handsome, dashing, and sweetly loving. Gentle, even as he ravished her in his large feather down bed. 

Tonight, on the other hand, was something completely different. It was alien, truly strange. Frightening and titillating at the same time. It was primitive and animal like, and yet, strangely normal, as if it fit in with some master female plan for survival in the wild. The words animal rutting popped into her head.

And worst of all, as she stood there now, naked and horrified, ashamed and filled with guilt, she had to fight the overwhelming urge to place two fingers deep into her vagina to relieve the havoc that some unknown, unnamed demon had created within her. She felt a hot flush of guilt rush from her neck to her head. And, she well knew, the night had only begun. The Oberführer wasn't finished with her yet, not be a long shot. A picture of his hairy ass opening wide to receive her tongue flashed into her brain. She shuddered at the image.

* * * * * *

IN THE BEDROOM, SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp, was on the phone. He spoke quickly, his authority on full display. 

"Colonel Shtetl, Stemp here. Listen carefully as I do not wish to have to repeat myself. Understood?" It was. "Now, Shtetl, I want you to prepare orders for one SS-Gestapo Lieutenant Hans Von Yurt for redeployment to the Russian front. He is to leave within the next hour. He is to be told nothing of my involvement in the matter. Understood?" It was. 

"Good. Then, Shtetl, I want you, personally, to go to his apartment and tell his landlord that the Von Yurt's are moving out, permanently. Give them no other information. Then Shtetl, I want you, personally, to enter the Von Yurt's apartment and pack up everything belonging to Frau Von Yurt. Take nothing of her husband's. Understood?" It was. 

Colonel Shtetl had been through this many times before. His superior was taking a wife, quite literally. And the wife in question, Shtetl well knew, was a knockout. Shtetl, himself, had more than once devoured the woman's stunning figure with his eyes. He knew exactly what to do to please the Oberführer, who now and then shared his conquests wiith him. Shtetl now daydreamed about the lovely and luscious Frau Greta Von Yurt.

" . . . and bring all of her belongings, personally, to my penthouse quarters. Use the service entrance so as not to disturb us, er, me. Understood, Shtetl?" It was. Holy shit, thought Shtetl, he's got the wench there with him now! I'll bet she's all ready naked. Oooh! Has he put his big-headed cock into her mouth yet? Has he fucked her? 

His eyes closed as he attempted to picture, once more, Frau Greta Von Yurt in the buff. His cock stirred, pushing against its confining fabric. Reflexively, he reached a hand down and squeezed the bump it had created. He knew mastubation was in the wind for him this very night. With Frau Greta Von Yurt supplying the lewd images.

" . . . disturbed for the rest of the evening, unless it's news of an allied surrender or of Eisenhower's untimely death. Understood, Shtetl?"

It was.

* * * * * *

WHEN SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp re-entered the living room, Greta could see he had changed his clothing. He now wore light gray pants, a dark gray smoking jacket and a pale yellow ascot at his throat. Embroidered on the breast pocket were the familiar twin SS lightning bolts, again in yellow. And, this time, he had his feet covered in shiny, black leather slippers. The word dashing flit shamelessly across her mind, making her flinch. 

* * * * * * 

AFTER DINNER, he took her into his bedroom. He ordered her to strip once more as he proceeded to do the same. Before long, they were both naked and standing no more than two feet apart. This time, she noticed, he had a full erection, unlike before. It stood out beneath his paunch, looking unfamiliar and familiar to her at the same time, the large head wobbling in space as if seeking a landing spot.

The lighting in the bedroom came from one single lamp. This made her feel much more comfortable than she had felt in the living room with it's harsh glaring lights seemingly everywhere. Strangely, this thought made her blush. Girlishly, she hoped the low lighting hid this fact from him. As if it could now matter in the least.

"Now, mein liebschen, come to me." She obeyed and soon found herself in his strong, hairy arms. His lips found hers and their tongues dueled sloppily. His large hands roamed her body. She could feel his large paunch pressing into her stomach as well as the head of his monstrous penis. He kept kissing her lips. And kissing her lips. Without let up. This went on for a very long time, the two of them just standing there, a mere few feet from the large king-size bed. 

Hans popped into her head. He had usually kissed her just a few times before taking further action. At times, this remission on his part had left her mildly frustrated. But while her loving Hans was nowhere near the handsome, virile and dashing, faceless man of her idle girlish fantasies, he loved her. That made up for it quite a lot.

It hadn't really bothered her, not deep down, but now she fleetingly wondered if that wasn't because she never had anything to compare it to. Feeling unfair to Hans, she pushed further thoughts of him out of her mind. She needed all her wits to play-act.

SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp had left her lips and was now planting hot, wet, sloppy kisses all over her body. Her neck was wet as well as her breasts. Once again, she felt the familiar wetness make itself known between her legs. His type of foreplay was getting to her, touching something deep within her, making her tremble in want of him. 

She had a choice. Fight the feelings that threatened to swamp her or give in to them. Fighting could lead to his displeasure of her. Giving in, she knew, would only lead to pleasure for them both. She decided to surrender, to survive, to escape Anna's fate.

Thus it was that she reacted very positively to all his actions. When he kissed her now, she kissed back, with passion, with abandonment. When he rubbed his hands over her, she allowed herself to moan and the moaning itself had a strange, wonderful effect on her. It made her feel less like a prisoner and more like his equal somehow. And less guilty. Then she surprised even herself. She reached down and lovingly squeezed his full-blown erection. She squeezed it again and slowly stroked the shaft back and forth. I giving, she mused, my first handjob to an SS-Oberführer!




Greta Von Yurt's Gestapo Ordeal



SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp's reaction to this suddenly brand new Greta was immediate. His kisses took on a new fire, as if lit by a brand new match. His gropings were more sensual, more human like now. And more tender than before. He was on fire and he let himself burn. He fingered her vagina tenderly, as a lover, a husband might do. He revelled in her even as he devoured her flesh piece by piece, area by area. "Liebschen, mein liebschen." he breathed hotly into her ear.

And there was no mistaking her involvement in it all. He had made her orgasm twice with his large fingers and she knew he knew it. She hadn't even tried to disguise the fact from him. She had given in to her desires completely. His manipulations, his kisses, had made her truly hot, on fire, burning alive, and now she needed him, wanted him if truth be told, to douse the flames with his large, over-sized penis head. The large, over-sized penis head she now cradled in her hand and lovingly caressed. 

"Otto, my Otto, if you don't take me this very instant I shall die." He knew he had reached her, reached the very depths of her carnal soul. She may have, as many others had done before, acted a part, but he knew no one could act this well, not even Burnhardt. And he desired her, too. Not just in the way he always wanted them, but in a different way. A new way that was strange to him. He wanted her as any husband would on his first honeymoon night. She was so lovely, he thought, this Frau Greta Von Yurt. SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp felt like one lucky man.

But, as much as he wanted to feel his large headed penis in her now yielding body, he didn't want to rush. To rush, he well knew, would have him shooting his seed soon after penetration. No, he wouldn't rush. Why should he? They had, unknown to her, an eternity before them. And, again unknown to her, her attempt at play-acting had backfired, for SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp had no intention of ever letting her rejoin her precious Hans. Not tomorrow, not next week, not ever.

She was now, for all intents and purposes, the new wife of SS- Oberführer Otto Stemp. His property and new toy. She just didn't know it yet. A small thought entered his mind. At some point in their relationship, he would, as he had before, start to tire of her, no matter how hot she seemed at any one given moment. He knew he would, as he had so many times before, have the need to spice up their waning marital bliss. 

To this end, he knew he could count on his aide-de-camp, Colonel Shtetl. As he had so many, many times before. He could trust Shtetl to be discrete. Shtetl knew the penalty for displeasuring him. And Shtetl had all ready, bless him, and on many an occasion, voiced a wanton desire toward the lovely Frau Von Yurt. Oh, yes, Shtetl would be more than eager to join him and Greta for a threesome in the king-size bed. And Stemp would get more than excited watching Shtetl's 9" penis enjoying Greta's mouth, ass, and vagina. The SS-Oberführer now felt the heat within him rise even higher. His erection was at full blossom. And was now ready for Greta.

He picked her up bodily in his massive arms and deposited her on the bed. Her legs were spread, her pussy lips in plain view as if inviting him in, as if saying, I'm all yours, do what you will with me, but kiss me first. 

Although, as a general life-long rule, Stemp hated eating pussy, he knew he wanted to taste Greta's flowing juices. The idea pleased him, spurred him onward. He knelt between her highs and lowered his large head toward her unshaven bush. 

As his lips touched her vaginal lips, he heard her moan. She then grabbed his head in both hands and pushed it inward, toward her wet, hot and mysterious cavern. He proceeded to lick her for all he was worth, his fat tongue finding new things to do, new things to lick on.

As his large tongue penetrated to its full extent and moved upwards and then down, Greta went wild. She gyrated her hips and squeezed his head until it hurt him. He didn't care. He was obsessed with the task at hand. He rolled his tongue around and around, leaving no point on the compass feeling neglected. Simultaneously, his tongue darted in and out, shallow fucking her, with a distinctive pressure on his topmost licking movements.

To Greta Von Yurt, his tongue and lips felt slightly sandpapery, but with much less chafing. The friction his mouth was creating on the clitoris was excruciatingly pleasurable. It was driving her wild and unleashing one orgasm after another upon her. 

This was nothing like Hans would, or could do. Unlike Hans, she felt that Otto actually enjoyed eating her, relished doing it, in fact. This idea added to her pleasure. Added to the intensity of her orgasms, which now, were becoming unbearable. She had to have him inside her. And not tomorrow, mind you, but now. She found herself reaching for his large, muscular arms, urging his body upward and toward her, pulling him on top of her.

"Fuck me, liebschen, fuck me now! I need to feel you inside of me!"

He knew she was his now. Fully his. "Liebschen," he said. "Are you telling me you want my hot, German cock in her Jew loving pussy?" He couldn't resist the Jewish reference. It pleased him.

"Yes, Otto, I want your magnificent German prick in my pussy." She was beyond hot now, she was aflame.

"Then, my dear, you must tell me you love me. Say it!" He waited, but he didn't have long to wait.

"Ich lieber dich, mein liebschen Otto." She had said it, but he made her repeat herself. "Ich lieber dich, mein liebschen Otto." He was satisfied.

As his large headed prick entered her pussy lips, he kissed her hotly and passionately. She returned the kiss fully. Then he was deep inside her, pushing forward, probing. The large cock head spreading her insides in all directions. She had never felt anything like it.

His large cock head was hitting something deep inside of her, doing strange and wonderful things to her. Oh, God, she thought, please don't let me enjoy this, please. And yet, at the same time, she wanted to enjoy it, to let herself succumb to the strange and wonderful feelings, feelings that even her beloved Hans hadn't given her. 

It was the first time in her life that she could actually feel the flanged ridge of a man's penis inside her vagina, where she could differentiate between the head and the shaft. Otto's cock head was driving her absolutely and utterly crazy with its over-sized width and pronounced ridge. Out of the blue, she felt herself orgasming. And this orgasm was unlike any she had every felt in her entire life. It was mind-bending.

The intensity of it overwhelmed her, taking her up to the ceiling in her mind's eye and then beyond, through the ceiling and into the sky, and beyond, to the stars. It was incredible to her, so incredible that she couldn't feel her body, or his body, or even the bed immediately beneath her body. 

It was as if, all of a sudden, she and Otto were fucking in mid-air, floating along like two fornicating feathers, who had successfully escaped the confining pull of gravity. In mid-air, as it was, she found herself wrapping her legs around his muscular back, forcing them as high as they would go up on his muscular frame. 

This had the startling effect of making her feel as if he had impossibly found a way to elongate his cock and make its enormous head reach to the deepest depths of her vagina. His cock head, she thought, his wonderful, magnificent cock head. Otto's cock head. My Otto's cock head. Oh, God, I will now want him all the time, poor Hans. Forgive me, but I cannot help myself. 

The image of his muscular back and girlish ass, the image that she had witnessed earlier, flashed through her mind. Along with the words handsome and dashing. Even his large paunch, so repulsive to her earlier, now seemed wonderful and totally natural as it pressed against her stomach. It seemed to enfold her as if to protect her from the vagaries of the outside world.

She opened her eyes and was surprised to not see the stars in the heaven. She heard him groan and increase his pumping tempo. He was soon due, she knew, to deposit himself, his hot seed, deep within her. She squeezed her legs around his back, urging him onward, her eager hands caressing his handsome and dashing back.

A moment later, he came with a spasming of his large cock head. It seemed to grow inside her, if that was even possible. Then she felt it, the heat, the heat as hot as fire, burning her, scalding her, so deep within her. Hans had never felt this way, as hot as this, not even at his most ardent.

Otto's sperm had to be hotter than normal, she reasoned. Then, she felt a ball of fire inside her, right where she felt Otto's enormous cock head. He was puddling up, much as he had in her mouth. This drove her to another orgasm, even more intense than all the others. She closed her eyes and the stars reappeared. She heard herself yelling. And him moaning. Then he was finished.

But, instead of simply rolling off of her and leaving her to her own devices, he surprised her. He started showering her lips, her face, her neck, her breasts, her belly with hot kisses. He even ran his hot tongue one time up the crack of her vagina, causing her to shudder in pleasure. Come what may, the man now with her, was no Hans. For which, guiltily, Greta was glad.

And, she full well knew, this was but the first night of many nights to come. Poor Hans, she thought, I've play-acted myself into a quagmire. I hope our love is strong enough, my beloved Hans, to withstand the new me. If, that is, the new me ever meets the old you ever again. She had her doubts along those lines. 

* * * * * *

THE DAYS turned into weeks, and the weeks, as they will do, turned into months. Three and a half months to be precise. 

During that long time, Otto had been voracious when it came to their love making. Insatiable, even. Three or four times a day had become their normal routine. Sometimes, five. And a few times, an incredible six. And he had never tired of his shower of kisses during the aftermath.

Once, in a private moment, Greta had compared her and Otto's amazing couplings, unfairly perhaps, to the love life she had shared with Hans. After four and a half years of marriage, their couplings had fallen from once or twice a day, to three or four times a week. Then it went even farther down to a now and then, when it seemed Hans merely needed her body and not her.

But that was then and this is now. And the now was Wednesday, Otto's favorite day for anal sex. He would be home around 3:00 p.m. and would expect her to be ready, prepped as it were, with her anus well lubed and ready for his use. Which, now, she was only too happy to oblige. It hadn't always been this way, her actually looking forward to anal sex. Especially anal sex with a cock head the size of a tennis ball to boot. 

Oh, no, far from it. Hans knew her views on the matter. Although she had never even tried anal, she instinctively feared it and she knew it would hurt, in spite of what Hans would say. You don't have to drink gasoline to know it's not good for you and that it will hurt you.

But Otto had changed her mind about the matter, on the day after their first night together. With Otto, of course, there was no denying him, no saying how much she thought it would hurt, no excuses. It was do it to die. He had left that vivid impression on her even though he hadn't even made the simplest of threats. And strangely, he had been gentle with her.

He had showed her a tube of a cream-like substance that he said would kill all pain to her sphincter muscle. It had been used, quite effectively he said, on volunteer Jewish prisoners and none had ever complained, to his knowledge.

Thus, her rectum well lubed, he had penetrated her. And he had been right, the pain was there, but it was minimal and bearable. No worse than a vaccination shot. And lasting just as long. Pain one minute, no pain the next.

And, as his large-headed cock had found her innermost anal depths, she had felt pleasure. Great pleasure. A strange pleasure, one she had never known existed. And yet the pleasure was familiar, similar to the pleasure she experienced when she evacuated her bowels. Only, instead of being as fleeting as a bowel movement usually was, the pleasure caused by Otto's being in her rectum stayed around for as long as he did. 

It also created a super wetness in her vagina and she had found herself using the middle knuckle of her right hand to masturbate. When the pleasure of the fullness in her rectum combined with her first orgasm during anal, she thought she had lost her mind. It was tremendously powerful. She found her anus muscles spasming, convulsing, as if chewing on his penis and devouring the large-ridged cock head.

When her first anal spasm had hit the two of them, with her chewing rectum working its mouth-like magic on his cock, Otto had lost all self control and ejaculated immediately within her. And, just as his seed had felt in her vagina, it was hot, hot, hot. Boiling hot. The man spewed fire balls from his balls. And, in her mind of minds, she knew she loved feeling it, this spermy heat of his.

But that was then and this was Wednesday. She heard Otto's key in the door and, a few seconds later, heard him yell out, "Liebschen, go into the bedroom, strip yourself naked, and lie on the bed. With both eyes closed. I have a nice surprise for you." A surprise. Flowers? A new mink coat? She felt girlishly foolish as she proceeded to undress. And girlishly anticipated his surprise.

Greta got on the bed and lay down on her back, pulling her legs up and spreading them wide, as she knew Otto loved her to do. He love seeing her vagina exposed in this fashion. All ready she could feel the heat increase between her legs, even as the wetness started to make itself known. She squeezed her breasts with both hands, manipulating each nipple with small, circular motions. She was hot and she was ready. Hot and ready for her Otto. Her Otto and his large-headed magnificent monster. She had her eyes closed, as he had instructed, as she heard him enter the room. From where she lay, she could feel and smell him all ready. 

"Open your eyes, my liebschen and see your gift." She opened them and, at first, didn't comprehend it all. Otto was there all right, and naked, but there were no flowers, no mink coat.

Standing next to Otto, and as naked as the day he was born, was Colonel Stetl. His eyes looked demented and he seemed to be holding a long truncheon in his hands. Greta screamed and jumped from the bed trying valiantly to cover herself with the bed clothes. Otto barked at her.

"PUT THAT DOWN IMMEDIATELY AND LOOK AT ME AND THE COLONEL! NOW, GRETA, NOW!

She dropped the bedding and turned her head toward the two totally naked men, feeling shame and humiliation overtake her. She now saw that the truncheon wasn't a truncheon at all. It was Colonel Shtetl's penis. It now pointed at her, long and fat and angry looking. It was over a foot long and as thick around as Otto's penis. It scared her, especially knowing what her Otto and the evening now had in mind for her. She must have been staring at Stetl's monstrous thing, for Otto said:

"Yes, liebschen, it is big, isn't it? ISN'T IT?" Greta nodded.

While Shtetl fondled his humungous cock, SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp came up to her and took her by both shoulders. He looked directly into her eyes.

"Now, Greta, I don't have to explain this to you, but I will. I want to add some spice to our marriage. It's getting stale I want . . . "

"But, Otto, my liebschen, we . . . "

"SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" She shut up and listened, not liking the idea of what she knew he was going to say.

"Now, Greta, Colonel Shtetl here is my right arm. He is married to a frowzy little dumpling with the body of a wrestler. As my loyal right arm, I like to reward him from time to time. You, my dear, are this week's Shtetl reward." She started to speak, but he raised a forefinger to his lips, shushing her. 

"You will, Greta, fuck Colonel Shtetl and suck on his baseball bat- sized cock and you will do it with all the passion and ardor you so generously shower on me. Do you comprehend?" Defeated, she nodded. She heard Colonel Shtetl chuckle.

Then, SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp walked over and sat down in one of the bedroom chairs. "Good, my liebschen. Now, let's get, as those stupid Yankee pigs like to say, the show on the road! Listen to me, Greta, and listen carefully. I want you to pretend, in that so convincing play-acting fashion of yours, that my Colonel is your husband. Or me, take your pick. 

"I want you to recall our first night together. How you first sucked me off, swallowed my sperm, and then how we fucked afterward. Picture it, Greta, get it all firmly in your mind. I have told the Colonel all about it and I now want to reward him by letting him have a firsthand experience of it all, down to the last juicy nuance. Nod if you understand." She nodded, a slave to whatever lay ahead. 

"Splendid! Now Greta, Colonel, let the show begin." He sat back in the chair, fondling his penis and testicles. A lewd look was on face, coupled with a weird and very scarred smile. He was enjoying her plight.

Greta looked at her slave master, the Oberführer Stemp. "Is it all right, Otto, if I take a moment to remember our first night?" He nodded.

She stood there naked in front of two naked men, one she hardly knew at all and one she would just die just to fuck. One man stood less than six feet from her and played with his cock. The other sat less than six feet from her and played with his cock. She had never felt more naked, more exposed, more vulnerable. Anna suddenly popped into her mind. Don't end up like Anna, she thought.

She tried as best she could to remember their first night together. The sperm-swallowing blowjob, the fucking on the very bed in this room. Her mind raced to recover memory. My God, she thought, I've got to kiss this almost stranger, to be passionate with him, to suck and fuck him, and do it before Otto, my lover, and now my audience. And I have to be totally convincing. She thought of Anna again and of the 160 barrack's boys.

Otto was tapping his foot, signalling his impatience with her. She looked at him, a red hot flush coursing through her entire body. Play- act flashed through her mind. Play-act and make it good. Play the wanton slut Otto so wants me to be. Play the whore, the cunt bitch in heat. 

Yes, she knew she could do it. All she had to do was let nature take over her mind, her body. Let her own desires come to the fore and fuck and suck the Colonel as he had never been sucked and fucked before. She looked at his big erection and licked her lips, over and over, seductively and slowly, making sure the two men noticed that she was ready to perform.

And perform she would. Even more than they had bargained for. With this thought in her mind, she started to finger her vagina and, at the same time, squeeze a breast, toying with the nipple. All the while still rolling her tongue around her mouth. She heard the Colonel moan, then speak.

"Gott in Himmel, mein Oberführer, she is even more beautiful than even the wildest of my imaginings have ever been. Thank you, mein Oberführer, thank you, thank you. I am forever in your debt." Stemp nodded twice.

Greta now walked up to the Colonel and put both arms around his neck, feeling the baseball bat cock touch and poke her belly. The man looked dazed and unsure of himself. Greta would have to take the lead. 

She kissed him, full on the lips, her tongue seeking his. The Colonel sighed into her mouth even as he returned the kiss. And she didn't just kiss him, she devoured his mouth, passionately and with all the ardor a human can muster up. All the while, she ground her stomach and her groin into his hard penis.




Greta Von Yurt's Gestapo Ordeal



SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp urged her on. "Good, my liebschen, very good. Wonderful, in fact." He seemed to be breathing laboriously.

Greta kissed Shtetl for what seemed a long time. Perhaps she was now reliving that fateful night, perhaps not. Perhaps she was play-acting, perhaps not. She was, to her way of thinking, somewhere in between it all.

Finally, she broke the kiss and knelt before the man, his large member bumping her cheek. God, she thought, he is big! Will I be able to swallow him as I did Otto? Swallow was the key word, she remembered. 

But now, determined to play the whore and put on a good show, she added a wrinkle to the act. If Otto, she thought, wants a show, I'll give him one he'll never forget! With that she pushed her head into Shtetl's groin area and proceeded to suck on his hairy, large-sized testicles. Shtetl immediately moaned and his legs started to shake. She heard Otto gasp. Then he spoke, a hoarseness to his voice Greta had never heard before.

"Ach du leiber, Greta, you are full of tricks now, aren't you?" She nodded her head, one of Shtetl's balls fully in her mouth, and mumbled, "Hmm hmm." Shtetl moaned again and his legs continued to shake even though he now had both hands on her head as if to steady himself.

Greta worked his balls until both were sloppy wet. As she laved them she placed both hands on his ass cheeks and drew him toward her. She knew Otto would like that.

She then used both lips and mouth to wet up his large cock shaft. She went down one side and up the other, leaving a trail of saliva to mark her travellings. When Shtetl moaned once more, it seemed to act as a trigger on Greta's vagina. The wetness was now beginning there as she gave herself up to the lewd act. She now moaned as she continued to lave his shaft and cock head all around. 

As she now held his stiffened penis in her hand, she noticed that it had a slight upward tilt to it. For whatever reason, this had an electrifying effect on her. It was the first penis she had ever seen bent that way. As she touched it now, she felt her vagina moisten up.

Finally, and Shtetl seemed glad of it, she took his penis head into her hot mouth. The head was huge, though not any wider than Otto's, but it was longer and went farther down his shaft. Feeling it in her mouth now, Greta estimated it to be at least half and inch longer than Otto's. But the flange, unlike Otto's, more closely hugged its shaft. She proceeded to go up and down on the massive piece of meat. Throating it fully was next on the agenda.

Swallow the meat flashed through her mind and swallow the meat she did. And, just as with Otto that first time, the cock disappeared down her throat without bothering her reflex gag in the least. When her lips finally touched the Colonel's pubic base and her nose bumped his lower abdomen, he let out a yowl. "Oooooooooooh, mein Gott, I can't believe it!"

She worked his cock as she had Otto's that first night, but twice as passionatelly. The effect on the Colonel was amazing. He kept yelling and moaning, moaning and yelling. Then, at some point, he grabbed her head fast and started to mouth fuck, slowly and sensually, in and out.

She knew he was getting close. She also knew her thumb, which now touched the bottom of his cock base, would warn her when the sperm started its trip to her mouth. She worked him a while more, and then she felt it, the first ripple under her thumb. She was all the way down on him at the moment.

She knew she could stay where she was and just let his sperm enter her belly, untasted by her, but she sensed this wouldn't go over too well with Otto. Thus, she scooted her mouth up to the middle of his cock head and sucked away at it, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside. A second later, she felt the first of his acidic and salty ejaculate. 

Unlike Otto, but similar to her Hans, the Colonel was a spurter. The first spurt hit the back of her throat and she felt some of it makes its way downward toward her belly. More such spurts soon followed, the cock head swelling up just before each one. Why, she didn't know, but she used her thumb to count the spurts. Nine in all and all very copious in volume. 

She swallowed them all, all nine spurts, without even spilling one small drop. She knew she was getting good at this part of the game. After swallowing the last violent spurt, she worked her mouth vacuum- like on the large cock head, milking it for every last possible drop. Shtetl was gently massaging the back of her neck, still groaning. What Otto was doing, besides looking, she didn't know, and, if truth be told, she didn't care, either.

She stood up and continued the show. She put her arms again around the Colonel's neck and kissed him again. And thought some.

She knew that she had just given the Colonel the best blowjob he'd ever had and had pleased him in a way no woman ever had. She hoped she had pleased Otto, too. And, in doing to Shtetl what she had just done and knowing she had an audience, she had enjoyed it herself. Her very wet pussy told her that much. Now she was hot, too. And wanted Shtetl to fuck her. In her pussy, in her ass, anyway he wanted to. Nature was in command of her.

A perverse thought flashed through her hot mind as she felt Shtetl's hot tongue working against her own. Fucking both men at the same time. Fucking one while sucking off the other. Oh, yes, that would be especially vunderbar, to feel Otto's oversized head in her hot, sucking mouth while, simultaneously, feeling the hugeness of the Colonel's baseball bat deep within her vagina. 

Oh, yes, and to feel them both spurt in unison, Otto in her mouth, the Colonel in her pussy. The thought of it, the imaginings of it, the heat of the idea was making her lose reality. 

She now kissed Shtetl for real, way beyond the play-act stage. A slut, she knew, had been born. A slut her beloved Hans, wherever he was, wouldn't know, recognize, or even like any more. Her Hans, she knew, was lost to her forever, one way or the other, gone, poof, no more. 

Whatever they had, and however good it had seemed, was now only a dim memory of a life she cared less and less about with each passing hour. Otto spoke from his chair. She broke the kiss and looked in his direction. Otto's sperm was all over the carpet in front of his feet, the many white globules puddling up on the dark blue nap's surface.

Otto's face looked red. "That was absolutely amazing, my dear Greta. You've outdone yourself and made me very happy in the bargain. Now, what say we have something to eat and drink, you two hot lovers, and later we can resume our little game." They both said yes in unison.

* * * * * *

GRETA had her wish fulfilled that night. They both fucked her at the same time and both came, almost together, the SS-Oberführer beating the Colonel to the punch by mere seconds. 

Greta had come so many times it was impossible to keep track of. And the Colonel had proved a good lover, a good fuck a man who knew how to use his large specimen to the woman's advantage. He was slower in his love making than Otto, slower even than Hans. This man took his time, the world be damned. Oh, yes, she had enjoy Colonel Shtetl. 

Prior to this, there had been only one event that had made her feel quite ill. Wretchedly ill, as a matter of fact.

The men had consumed more than a few beers with dinner and when they were all three in the bedroom, again naked, Otto had announced he was going to introduce a new game into the equation. He ordered Greta to get on her knees in front of them both. She complied, not knowing what to expect.

"Now, Greta, you are going to get a new treat. I have to piss, as I'm sure the Colonel does. Your mouth, my sweet, is going to serve as our human urinal!" He laughed. Shtetl did, too. Greta felt immediately sick. She wanted to protest, to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth.

Otto swayed a bit and said, "Open wide, liebschen, and take some sweet pissy piss!" He sounded slightly drunk. Shtetl said, "Ooh, I have to go real bad! May I go first, mein Commandant?" Otto waved a hand at Greta as if saying, be my guest, old chum.

Shtetl took a step toward Greta and offered his totally flaccid penis to her face. Knowing she was trapped, she leaned in and took his soft penis into her mouth. And merely waited. Then Otto said, "And DON'T SPILL A DROP, GRETA! SWALLOW, SWALLOW, SWALLOW, IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOUR LITTLE PISS MOUTH!

A moment later, Shtetl let loose. In a deluge. His urine flooded her mouth so quickly, she almost failed to swallow. But she caught it just in time. She swallowed again and the scenario repeated itself. Then again and again. And some more. He was pissing like a race horse. Greta felt as if she had swallowed at least a large glassful. Finally, he stopped and just let his dick soak in the mouth. He left it there a moment before quickly pulling it out. For the first time, Greta could now taste the man's piss. 

It tasted awful, truly pissy like, but it was bearable. She knew it wouldn't kill her. Otto next stepped up to the plate. As she swallowed his ugly tasting urine, as copious as shtetl's had been, he kept calling her his little piss mouth, to the great glee of the Colonel. 

The only kindness Otto had sent her way was allowing her some wine to wash the piss down. It had helped immensely. The wine taste had quickly replaced the piss taste. They had then proceeded to fuck her.

Later, after Shtetl had gone home, Greta was told by Otto that this was to be a once a week affair with his Colonel and, if Otto chose, other senior officers he deemed worthy of his special reward. 

His officer roster, Greta knew, consisted of twelve men, from aged twenty-two through aged fifty-five. Resigned to it all, as resigned to something as a person can get, Greta knew she would fuck and suck them to lascivious perfection, pleasing Otto along the way. While, she also knew, pleasing herself as well. 

Her life now consisted of sex, shopping, sex, getting her hair and nails done. sex, buying a new dress, sex, and more sex. She was known to all the men as SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp's wife, a slut wife to be sure, but they all treated her with great respect. That this respect was from fear of her powerful "husband" didn't matter to her. She had survived. 

And, Otto's use of the word "officer" had put her mind at rest when it came to the 160 barrack's boys. There would be no barrack's boys for her. She would fuck and suck quite a few of Otto's officers, for sure, but she would not end up as Anna had, in a nut house and staring into space all day, too out of it to even know her own name.

Greta was grateful to Otto for something else. He had kept the kinky stuff, the piss swallowing, the ass licking, from the officers. He resereved that for himself and Colonel Shtetl. The officers were limited to straight sucking and fucking, with even anal sex denied them.

She was now, as SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp had so clearly told her, his sex slave, his whore, his slut, his piss mouth, and a property of the Third Reich. His bidding was all she needed to live for. There would be no more articles written by a Jew loving traitor, now or ever again. Sex slaves, he told her in no uncertain terms, had no time for such nonsense. She had agreed quickly, which had pleased him.

* * * * * *

A YEAR HAD PASSED and, during that time, Greta had serviced nine of the SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp's officers. And, to satisfy Otto's seemingly endless search for hotter and hotter scenarios, had sucked and fucked all nine of them, one after another, on more than one occasion. With Otto watching her perform with each man as he took his turn. 

She was only thankful that those events were somewhat infrequent as she usually felt so totally tired and drained, it took all her energy just to speak, let alone walk. 

She now had, in one sense, a gallery of German men, some handsome, some not, who made her come and come quite often. However, none of the officers made her come better than Shtetl with his large penis. The only man capable of surpassing the Colonel was Otto himself. No one could compete with that over-sized cock head that she could feel outlined in the pit of her vagina. 

On a scale of one to ten, ten being best, the officers ranged from a three to a seven, Shtetl rated a solid nine, while her Otto was somewhere around eighty four. And sometimes it felt even higher. The officers gave her the sky, Shtetl, the moon, but Otto gave her the stars and the all of the heavens.

It was now Thursday, December 25th, 1944. Christmas Day in Berlin as elsewhere in the world. Otto had phoned to alert her to a little Christmas "gift" he was bringing home for her, a new gift, one she had not seen before, one SS-Scharfuhrer Emil Vurden, aged twenty-nine, married with four children. Highly decorated in combat. 6' 2" tall, 190 lbs, blonde hair and blue eyes. Facts she had gleaned from peeking at his personnel records. He sounded to her like the stereotypical German male. And, somehow, she knew he would be handsome and dashing. And well hung in the penis department. Greta now sat in their living room, waiting. The anticipation flowing over her. The front doorbell rang. Had Otto misplaced his keys again? She headed toward the door and opened it wide when she reached it. A regular army soldier stood there at rigid attention, a large satchel attache gripped firmly between both hands.

"Frau Von Yurt?" He looked as stiff as a statue.

"Yes, how may I help you?" She felt a tremor of worry flit through her mind.

He opened the satchel case and pulled out a thick manila envelope and offered it to her. "I have been instructed to hand this to you, Frau Von Yurt and await here for further instruction from you." As she took the envelope, he raised his heels and clicked them together. "I'll be right here, Frau Von Yurt, when you need me." She thanked him and closed the door.

With trembling fingers, she opened the envelope. A quick glance told her it contained a large, fat envelope and three letters, one unfolded, the other two folded in thirds. It looked to her as if the unfolded letter was to be looked at first, so she removed it and read. Her fears had been realized. She knew this without even reading the letter. It had been typed on the SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp's personal stationery and it read:

My liebschen Greta, my PM, if you are reading this it means that I am no longer among the living. I wish I could say now that I loved you, my liebschen, but I have never in my life felt that foolish emotion. However, please believe me from the depths of my soul, when I say I have grown beyond fond of you. That, my little dumpling, is as close to love as I can attain without feeling foolish.

But you, my dear, are still young and have much life before you. With that in mind, you will find enclosed some provisions I have made for both your future security and your immediate safety. I have written you out an unlimited travel pass which will allow you to cross the border and leave Berlin. You will also find an envelope containing 50,000 american dollars. This should see you through for quite some time, at least long enough to establish yourself wherever you finally end up.

The soldier who delivered this is at your beck and call. He will take you to the border and see to it that you don't run into any problems. 

But use haste, my sweet, for Germany is losing the war and if those blood-thirsty Russians come storming into Berlin, there is no telling what they will do to a lovely fräulein such as yourself. To further inspire you to use haste, I will tell you this: The revenge-seeking Russians will make the barrack's boys look like saints by comparison. So, hurry my love, hurry. And God go with you.

Forever yours,

Otto

His PM? she thought. It took her a bit before she got it. His piss mouth. How endearing of him, she mused.

Greta wanted to cry, but couldn't. She didn't have it in her no matter how "fondly" she now felt for her Otto. She took out and opened one of the folded letters. The travel pass, just as Otto had promised. She reached in and extracted the other folded letter. She opened it and read, tears immediately welling up in both eyes. It was on war deparment stationery.

The first two lines were unimportant. It was the third line that was responsible for her tears.

With deep regret, we hereby report the death, in wartime action, of Lieutenant Hans Von Yurt, Commander 2nd Division, 4th Battalion, 1st regiment, Russian front, XY223174D. There was more, his heroism in battle, his dedication, etc. but she couldn't care about that, Hans was gone and that was that. She let her tears flow unstopped, her body convulsing uncontrollably.

Then reality crept in. Make haste, Otto had said. She quickly packed a suitcase, changed her clothes to something demure for travelling, and went and opened the front door. The young statue soldier was still there, as rigid as ever, waiting for her instructions. She told him to take her to the border immediately. He clicked his heels and said yes Frau Von Yurt. Thus, with nothing more than that, she was off to a new life.

They had driven in total silence for nearly ten minutes when a thought popped into her head. She tapped the driver's shoulder and said, "Do you know that my husband, SS-Oberführer Otto Stemp is dead?"

"Yes, Frau Von Yurt. I had to know that in order to follow my previous instructions." He sounded nervous in her company.

"Do you know how it happened?" She had to know, but didn't know why. Perhaps it would mean something to her in the long run.

"The SS-Oberführer was on a routine inspection of the barracks, Frau Von Yurt, when the allies carpet bombed it. He was killed along with 160 fine German soldiers." She thought, the barrack's boys! Poof!

"What is your name?" she asked.

"Joseph Fritz, Frau Von Yurt. Sergeant Fritz, Frau Von Yurt."

"Well, Joseph, I want to ask you a question and I expect total honesty from you." She was about to use an Otto tactic. "If you lie to me, Sergeant Fritz, I will know it and you will have your next chat with Colonel Stetl. Understand me?" He only nodded his yes, too afraid to even speak.

"Good. Now, here's the question, Joseph. Have you ever heard the sexual rumors when it comes to me and the SS-Oberführer, about how we have orgies with his officers and all. Be honest or it will cost you dearly, young man!" She liked this game of power playing. It seemed to suit her.

He paused before answering, surely thinking, and finally nodded. He'd heard. Who hadn't? Greta thought.

"Good! That means we have no secrets about the matter, now do we?" He shook his head from side to side, not knowing what else to do. His mouth was so dry, he was glad she was accepting his nods and head shakes for answers.

"Now, my little Fritzie, I want you to be a clever boy and find us a nice and quiet and very secluded little spot where I can show you the truth to all the rumors. Are you game for something new?" He nodded again, this time a little faster.

"Good. I promise it will be great fun, liebschen. Just you wait and see." She felt the old wetness beginning to form in her crotch. I am a totally depraved slut, she thought, and I don't give a rat's ass.

Less than five minutes later, Sergeant Fritz pulled into a shady glen, a place surrounded by large trees and a mile off the main road. The only sound either of them could hear was the sound of crickets chirping, seeking love from one another, their message rhythymical and unmistakable to other crickets.

Greta left the car and Fritz followed suit. They now stood less than three feet apart. Perspiration had formed on his upper lip and across his forehead. He looked even younger than she had first remembered.

Boldly, she said, "Take off all your clothes, lover, and show me what you have for me. I love surprises!" God, I'm absolutely wanton, she thought. He started to strip. She started to do likewise. 




Greta Von Yurt's Gestapo Ordeal



In minutes, they were both in the middle of the glen, naked and natural. His "natural" was about 7" long, thickish and even now was fully erect and pointing skyward, a large drop of his pre-juices slickly coating his larger-than-normal cock head. His balls looked full and oversized. A seam ran down the middle, which reminded Greta of a walnut. A large walnut.

Greta knelt down and licked the large drop away. He moaned at the touch, his legs trembling fiercely. He licked his dry lips.

"Now," Greta said, looking up at him. "I am going to show you everything I have ever done with the SS-Oberführer and with all of his officers." She stood up, put both arms around his neck and looked him directly in the eyes. She was smiling at him. At his youngness and naivety.

"It always starts, my liebschen," she whispered hoarsely, "with a very long and passionate, wifely kiss . . . " 



Greta's Birthday Present



To understand the relationship and characters, Amazon Tamed should be read. 

*

Greta came in to the house after making a donation to woman's charity. When she entered she saw a rope connected to leash.

What do you two have in mind, she thought. As she entered the living room she saw a naked red headed Paula bound and gagged at the other end of the leash.

"How does she look? " A male voice asked.

Greta turned and faced a naked Keith "Beautiful as always." She stripped. "You are the Master tonight?"

"No," he answered as he knelt. "Tonight you are our Mistress."

"But.."

But nothing. Mistress Greta. We love and trust you. This is our present to you."

The tall blond grinned and her eyes glinted, "Then slaves you will serve my pleasure." She took off Paula's gag. "What are you slut?"

Your slave, Mistress," Paula answered respectfully.

"And you my cock?"

"Your slave, Mistress Greta."

She untied Paula. "I want you two facing each other arms interlocked."

The couple obeyed without hesitation.

"I am going to enjoy this for all the punishment you two have given me." Greta bound their arms and than hobbled their legs. The bondage toys had been laid out for her use. Selecting a flogger, she place it in front of Paula.

"Kiss it," she ordered.

The smaller woman obeyed.

"Now count as I whip Keith."

Greta let fly.

"One."

"Thank you Mistress."

Greta slapped Keith, "Did I say you could talk worm?!"

"No Mistress."

She retrieved the gag and stuffed in his mouth. "Continue slut."

Two, Three, Four," Greta gave 20 solid strikes. "Lick it now."

Paula obeyed.

"Your turn Paula." Greta worked on both the front and back.

"What do you say?" the Amazon demanded.

"Thank you Mistress."

"Lets take this outside."

***************

Greta lead her toys outside. She had appropriated Paula's favorite male bondage toy, the cock leash as she dragged Keith to the pool. She had rebound Paula in a box tie and immobilized her legs. The red head was force to crawl like a worm across the grass.

She yanked the leash forcing Keith to the ground."

"Ah!"

She tugged again. "What?"

"Thank you Mistress."

"I've always wanted you on your knees "she mused." Eat me!"

Keith talented tongue went to work.

"Hey bitch,"she called to the crawling Paula. "He's mine now!"

Greta sighed in ecstasy as she was pleasured.

"Very good slave. " Greta than tied the cock ring and leash tightly against one of the pool rails. Then wove ropes across his massive chest and back immobilizing him. She stuffed a large gag in his mouth.. "I am going to punish your wife." She whispered.

Greta strode over and dragged Paula by her flamed hair to the fresh water pool.

"Have a drink, "Greta shoved her head under water. Holding it there for 20 seconds.

Paula coughed.

"Back in," the blond taunted. This time she held for a minute.

As she regained her breath, "You bitch!"

Greta punched her in the stomach. "Mistress!. Back in!"

After two minutes, Greta dragged Paula and threw on the grass.

"Whose the Amazon now?" she demanded.

"You are Mistress Greta." Paula coughed.

The blond laughed and sat on her face. "Eat me." As she began playing with her friend's pussy.

"Make me Cum!" She demanded.

*******************

"You two make very good slaves," Greta complimented them.

"Thank you Mistress!" they chorused.

"Now worship my body, Paula you on the left, Keith on the right.

Paula started licking her Mistress's feet as Keith worked on the other side.

"That's it, "Greta was in heaven as her friends serviced her.

Slowly and almost torture like they final got to her pussy.

"Gentleman first," Greta instructed. "Give me your ass Paula."

As Keith worked on her clip, Greta lightly spanked and played with her ass.

As Greta climaxed. "Switch."

Paula went to work, while Greta gave Keith a hand job. "You don't get to cum!"

"Yes Mistress."

After another orgasm, they reach her large breasts.

"Make my nipples hard!"

"Yes Mistress."

Greta pushed Paula away and than smothered Keith face in her large tits.

After a minute she pushed the winded Keith onto Paula. Climbing on top. "Now I want to fuck and be fucked!"

"Which first Mistress?" Keith asked.

"Get me a large strap on Paula, "Greta ordered. "Now Keith suck and deep throat it."

Her male slave obeyed. "That it. Now I am going to fuck your bitch!"

With a ferocity they had never seen, Greta spread Paula legs and jammed the strap on in.

"Yes take it."

Paula groaned.

You are my toy!" Greta crowed as she clawed the smaller woman's tits.

"I'm cumming, Paula screamed.

Not till I say, " her Mistress warned.

"Ah!"

Greta unloosened the toy and stuck in Paula's mouth. 'Keep it there."

Beckoning Keith," On your back. Lets start with reverse Cowgirl."

"Yes Mistress," Keith grabbed Greta's ass and went to work..

"He's mine now Paula," Greta taunted.

"Oh mistress."

"Yes make me Cum, I've wanted this on my terms."

Greta rolled off, "Leap frog!"

Keith climbed on top and parted her ass cheeks.

"Service me whore!"

After another orgasm, Greta grabbed Paula by her hair and took back the strapon."Middle."

Paula crawled between them.

"Suck his cock." Greta grabbed Paula ass and thirsted in.

"Whose the bitch now Paula?"

The read head groaned in ecstasy.

Finally all three were sated.

"Well slaves, I am taking a page out of your book." Greta grabbed a male and female chastity belt and fastened them on. "Into the cage." 

As her slaves crawled in. Greta turned off the lights.

****************

In the morning Greta came down and released them from the cage and their bondage.

"How did I do?"

Paula kissed her deeply, "Very good, we hope you enjoyed your Birthday."

Greta knelt, "Thank you Master Keith and Mistress Paula."