Chapter 7
Modern Maid
Days passed listlessly in the infirmary. Simone began to get uneasy. Her uneasiness was caused in part by a recent skin disease which made the skin around her chest and genitals turn red, then shough off, leaving big red sticky patches that burned. When these patches got encrusted with a thick white elephant-like skin that itched, Simone was hustled to the prisoner's showers twice daily.
The showers were merely wide wooden barrels which were tipped from an overhead ledge with a rope. The rope had a wooden handle and was threaded through a pulley, so that one twenty gallon bucket of cold water in the unheated showers was all that was available. Simone was surprised that the prison did not have showers with indoor plumbing, but there was a widespread rumor throughout the prison that the indoor showers had been modified for use in another project.
Male and female prisoners had to shower together, there being no provisions for the privacy of individuals at Lehrterstrasse. One day, a guard who had been eyeing Simone lewdly for some days, ushered her to an altered shower stall. In this, the bucket was suspended by eyehooks in its rim. The eyehooks were threaded with four ropes, and a fifth rope with a wooden handle was looped through the overhead pulley.
The leering guard stripped off his one piece coveralls and came at Simone. His long dark fingers began undoing the ties of Simone's infirmary gown. It never crossed her mind to resist him. Soon her clothes were lying at her feet. His long fingers brushed against her dual orbs while with his other hand hooked long fingers under the waistband of her panties and they whispered smoothly down to her ankles.
His incredibly moist tongue licked her body while she stood there, unmoving, under his ministrations. He licked her ankles, her legs, her thighs, her buttocks, her back. His tongue fucked upward and finally into her ear while his hands reached around in front and cupped her cones of jutting, firm breasts. She had never been turned on like this before, and her whole body felt electric. Then he eased his hard pulsing cock between her asscheeks. It slipped along her asscrack into her cuntal slit, and the glans rubbed on the stem of her clitoris insistently.
Simone surrendered to the new pleasure willingly.
"Climb into the bucket," were the first words he spoke to her. His voice had an element of command in it that she was powerless to resist. She sat down backwards in the shallow bucket.
She fell through the bottom. "Hey!" she cried, leaning over for the first time and seeing that the bucket had no bottom.
Her feet and arms hung over the rim, but her double up body hung dependent through the hole in the bottom, exposing her ass and cunt.
She tugged on the wooden handle, trying to use it as a handgrip to pull herself out. She rose into the air, bucket and all. She kicked her legs, and that only managed to wedge her in tighter. Now her thighs were pressing her breasts flat.
"Hey, lemme outta here!" she said angrily.
Then Simone grabbed one of the outer four ropes and pulled herself up on that, but all it caused was a dizzy rotation of the bucket. Suddenly she discovered that she could manipulate the contraption just the same way that a parachutist could direct his chute. She found that with very little effort she could rock it back and forth, twist it, and then holding onto the rope that had the handle, could even pull herself up and down like an elevator.
The dark young man in the meantime had gotten on the cement floor under the bucket, his erect cock weaving up at her, centered under the bottom of the bucket. She got tired of holding the wooden handle that made the bucket go up, and she lowered herself to rest on the guard, her smooth buttocks touching his huge cock.
It had been days and days since Simone had had any sex, possibly because of her ugly skin disease, and the feeling now delighted her.
Simone reached under and grabbed his cock in her fist. He moved his hips up and down, pushing his prick in and out of her hand. She traced her thumb over the slit in the tip of his cock, and rhythmically tightened her fist in cruel grabs.
She lifted herself up a few inches, and directed his cockhead to the satiny folds of her cuntlips. Letting the bucket down gently, her cunt became aroused at the feel of his pulsing, throbbing glans.
Simone was so open, so unhindered, so exposed, and so vulnerable. The thought of herself that way got her so excited that she let go of the handle. She dropped down hard on his massive cock and screamed as his hefty meat plunged roughly through her soft pouting labia and into her sopping cunt. "Yowwwww!" Simone hollered.
The guard quickly grabbed the handle as it came within his reach and jerked her straight off. Her wet orifice made a slurping sound and she yelled again. The penetration had been unbelievably deep. Deeper than anyone had ever been. She had felt his cock sink all the way to the root, and she could distinctly feel his balls crowd at the base of her cunt.
Simone's juices were flowing copiously now, and the raised her hands to strum one of the ropes. At the same time the guard towered her back onto his stiff shaft. She felt the vibration of her strumming all the way to the depth of her cunt. Soon she was grabbing the various ropes in combination, twisting and sniveling around his prick. She reached for the two ropes in front of her and started rocking back and forth. He held the handle and began jerking her up and down in short strokes as she swiveled and rocked
She noticed that the guard was timing the pumping movements of his hips with the control of the handle. Simone thrashed her head in wide circles as her cuntwalls sucked him in deeper. To increase her pleasure she swiveled frantically, twisting first one way, then the other way. As she twirled, impaled on the iron shaft, she heard herself involuntarily grunting.
His shaft went deep, deep into the bottom of her pussy and to the far recesses of her insides. It twitched around and around her slick walls. Every inch of pussy was being gouged by giant prick, her clit squashed by his hairy pubes.
Suddenly Simone was yanked high into the air. He let her come hurtling down right onto his erect cock. She felt it rip through her hungry cunt right up to his scrotum, and he was pumping her hotly.
Twisting the ropes passionately, she yelled, "Let... me... have... it! Oh, oh, oh, har-hard-er... harder!" Over and over again Simone cried out her need, setting her body to rocking in the contraption, grinding her pussy viciously on his cock, and begging him to fuck her harder and harder.
When she climaxed, her whole body stiffened as her arms and legs and head jerked out like five points of a star.
Then he was cumming, thrusting his hips upward, driving his enduring cock deep into her pussy. Simone only sobbed for more. She was almost insane from coming now, and her cunt oozed with their come. It ran out of her cunt, between her asscheeks and down her asscrack. Yet she continued coming. She lost count after the fifth time. When he helped her out of the bucket, she was sore and almost delirious. As she struggled free of the device, more white jism squirted out of her hole and ran down her legs.
After the guard helped her from the bucket she stood shakily, stiff and sore, not only from being doubled up, but from being fucked to the limits of human endurance.
The dark young man guided Simone to a tub, which he filled with steaming water for her. He meticulously sponged her body as she lay in sudsy water. Afterward he went back to the infirmary with her and there, had her lie face down while he massaged her body with aromatic oils. Slowly, he massaged the strength back into her sore muscles. Soon, she felt not only restored, but felt better and more alert than she could ever remember feeling before.
Simone decided at that point to follow Deborah's advice: To seek out a life in the prison Bordello in the closing days of the war when the information she had became progressively less useful to her captors. Perhaps, if the shower room guard was any indication, she could capitalize on her attractiveness to obtain an early release.
She decided that the Hauptmann would be her very first conquest. He had never fucked her in passion. He had only fucked her brutally while she was hung from those ropes with the riot stick under her knees. If he could be made to see Simone for what she was, an attractive and willing concubine, the transfer to a Bordello assignment should be easy. The only problem she could foresee was the Hauptmann's estimate of the conclusion of the war. If he thought it was near, she would have no problem. If he believed fanatically in the invincibility of the Third Reich, she might still have a chance of convincing him that she knows nothing of the underground.
Her opportunity came the following day. Simone rose from her cot to greet the smartly uniformed Hauptmann. Her infirmary gown was short, to show off her legs, but as insurance she left the front partly open to show the gentle rise of her breasts, she made a show of having missed him, and cowered to him seductively. She had needed his masculine attentions, she asserted. She had not been beaten in days, and her servile nature was demanding it.
Surprised, he allowed her to urge him toward her cot. All the while she was letting her patient gown fall from her square shoulders to expose her breasts.
The grey gown was whispering to the floor as Simone urged the Hauptmann onto his back, and began undoing his belt. She slipped off his uniform trousers and unbuttoned his shirt. Soon he was completely naked, and Simone was sitting straight up across his lap, fondling the engorged cock. She rubbed her own cuntlips in the familiar slow stroke that women use to bring themselves over, and when her own cunt was hot and greasy, she spread her thighs wide apart. Kneeling, Simone bent her legs back behind her, and rubbed her clitoris over the underside of his sensitive cock.
As she humped herself to and fro, her body glistened with sweat and her massive tits swung back and forth. She bent forward then, thrusting her pear-shaped tits full into his face. Her movement allowed him to position his ready cock directly between her sopping cuntlips. Then he raised up on his elbows and captured a swaying tit with his lips, licking the hard nub in the center, sucking the magnificent gland to draw blood up into the nipple.
Then he hunched, driving his tight-fitting cock up into the wet tunnel of her grinding pussy. All the while he sucked and licked at the breast with his tongue, teeth, and lips. He rolled and licked that gland until saliva ran down and trickled in a rivulet on her heaving belly.
Half sitting and half lying down, he clasped his fingers behind Simone's back, and, pressing his face between the mounds of flesh, licked at the salty sweat he found there. He soon found that with his hands around her, he could alter her position on his cock, driving himself up into another part of her quivering cuntbarrel. The cockhead probed against the soft walls and a thrill of pleasure raced down her spine. He squeezed his thighs together and lifted his ass up, screwing hard into the hot wetness to give Simone throb after throb of intense pleasure.
He massaged simultaneously up and down her back, letting her feel the slipperiness of sweat under the fingers. He thrust up harder with his cock as he fucked it savagely in and out of her pouting, oily cunt.
Simone rolled forward, bending the cock inside of her body forward as she ground her ass down. She could feel the tips of her cunny opening stickily around the throbbing column of tumescent cock. The labia moved sensuously around the root of the straining prick.
She moaned softly, her titbuds pointing straight out.
He slid his hands down her back, down the length of her whole spine, the curve of her low back, and then the outward corpulent hills of her ass. He stroked those cheeks up and down, grabbing them, slapping at them, and squeezing them. She felt the muscles of her cunt go into spasm as she gripped the cock in a sudden convulsion of pleasure. He moved his fingers down into the asscrack. He stroked up and down the length of the crack, making it wet and slippery with sweat and the slimy ooze from her sopping discharge.
He prodded her asshole as they fucked, pulling the tight anal ring first one way, then the other, with an index finger. Her ass ground down on that finger and the cock together, pushing to get them both in as deeply as possible. The finger slipped in and the rectal muscles spasmed shut, squeezing the finger like a fist. He rammed the finger without mercy, and she squealed and slithered her ass around, forcing the cock deep against the rubbery end of her pussy.
Inside her rectum she could feel the finger riding up and down alongside the cock which stretched the soft velvety tissues of her cuntwalls, throwing her into spasms of shudders.
He reached around, and under her, until his hand up until he was touching the rear flap of her cunt. The round hard shaft of cock was spreading the lips open, and she felt it running in and out between them.
He pushed a finger up alongside the driving rod of cock, forcing it into her vagina a short way. Then he squeezed another finger in next to it, stretching her cunt opening to gaping proportions. The cock slithered up and down against fingers and her cunt walls.
He laid down flat on his back, straightened his legs, and used the additional leverage to drive the cock harder and more savagely into her convulsing box.
She hunched up and down vigorously, leaning forward and balancing. Her belly undulated, her hips swept back and forth. Her broad curving mound brushed back and forth between her widely spread thighs. She could see the bud of her clitty sticking out red and damp from between the folds of her pussylips, and it bounced and throbbed in full view, for his fingers and cock held the lips apart. The wet slimy insides of her cunt, oozing gum, twitched and retched in orgasmic precursors, slid rhythmically up and down the length of thick round prick.
Then two of Simone's fingertips were covering the erect stem of her lovebud. She began to masturbate in slow rotary movements that drove deep between her lips. Soon the fingers were making tiny thrusts on her clitstem, her arms and thighs stretching and straining to press the fingers adequately against the nub of her lovebutton.
The Hauptmann placed his palms across the erect cones of her breasts, twisted them, pressed them flat, and turned them. He pinched and probed them, digging his nails into the glands. He caught her thick long nipples between his fingers and pinched and rolled them lewdly as he thrust his cock high up into her moist canal. Simone's fingers were making wet, squishy sounds as they pulled at her gummy lips, forcing them to slide back and forth obscenely over her clit.
The Hauptmann put his hands on the crests of her hip bones as if they were handles, and pressed her against his cock to drive it in as deeply as possible. His body rammed at Simone's pussy with wet hard slaps.
Simone moved her fingers in ever-tightening circles now, her cunt locked like a vice around the Hauptmann's cock. A warm spilling wetness flowed out and it rolled across the length of cock. Her body became stiff, and she stopped masturbating as the cock drove wildly in and out of her elastic hole. He pulled her down on the cock which throbbed and jerked deep inside her quivering hole.
In the height of her passion he raised his knees and forced her to lay prone on top of him. Her tits were flattened against, his chest, and Simone felt the curving mound of her sopping cunt press hard into his pubic ridge. He fucked her at this angle while she climaxed, kissing the Hauptmann passionately, deeply, tasting the sweetness of his harsh labored breathing.
Vibrations quaked all over Simone's body as they came together-wonderfully.
She lay there, pleasure filling her body as she surrendered to orgasm. She had brought her master to the heights of passion. She, a simpering, worthless prisoner had done this. The Hauptmann was satisfied, collapsed, deflated, beneath her servile body.
The Hauptmann made no explanation, but wasted no time in transferring Simone to his personal staff in the officer's quarters. Whether it was because of the incipient end of the war, or because he no longer needed information about the underground, Simone had no knowledge. But within the day matrons had come for her and marched her to new quarters, where she was made to dress in the short black low-cut, uniform of a maid. The uniform was a simple one-piece poplin dress with a stand-out skirt and puffed sleeves. It had a white collar and cuffs, and a frilly white apron.
After dressing she was taken to a tastefully furnished concrete-walled room with two men and a woman. She recognized the Hauptmann, her master. There was also a man wearing civilian clothes who walked like a lame duck with mincing steps. He hovered over a woman who was elegantly dressed.
There was a carpet, and pictures on the crude walls. There was also a feeling of tension in the room, a sort of immediacy about everything. At a loss for something to do without seeming to eavesdrop, Simone started cleaning ashtrays. Upon the desk she saw her first indication of how long she had been imprisoned. A desktop calendar showed it to be the seventh of May, nineteen forty-five. Simone also learned by listening that the woman's name was Jasmine, and the civilian was named Gunter. The Hauptmann was addressed as Max.
"What a sweet little wench we have here!" the woman named Jasmine remarked to the Hauptmann with a malicious glint in her eyes. "Too bad we can't take her along with us." Simone saw that the woman was well-educated by her speech, perhaps quite rich. But there was something in Jasmine's eyes that made Simone feel that Jasmine hated the prisoner-maid.
The evening was off to a bad start when Simone could not open the champagne bottle properly, and then was subjected to insults because she spilled a little.
When Simone handed Jasmine a cigarette and forgot to light it, Jasmine exploded, "You lousy little bitch!" and immediately aimed a slap right across Simone's face.
Simone looked to the Hauptmann for some sort of protection, but he was apparently unconcerned about the maid's predicament. Simone thought someone like herself, of high birth, should not be treated like unimportant property in front of another woman of good birth. But Simone consoled herself by reflecting that Jasmine would probably soon be drunk at the rate she was pouring down the champagne.
Simone stood in the background while Gunter produced a briefcase and started talking in low tones to the Hauptmann. There was an exchange of envelopes and after a few moments of chatter Simone could see that the tension in the room had subsided somewhat. There was still an air of expectation, and perhaps anxiety, but everyone else there seemed to know exactly what they were expecting.
Jasmine was the only one who was drinking a bit too heavily, Simone noticed, and now Jasmine was sitting awkwardly on an overstuffed sofa near Gunter. Gunter reached over while Simone was filling glasses, and brutally squeezed one of Jasmine's pendulous breasts inside her dress. The pressure brought tears to Jasmine's eyes. Morosely, Jasmine dropped her head onto Gunter's shoulder and flung her black-hosed legs widely apart, revealing the pale, white flesh above her stockings almost up to the narrow crotchpiece of her panties. Jasmine was wearing a sleeveless black one-shouldered dress which came, down to just below the knees in a thick fringe, and concealed nothing when her thighs were apart, as they were now. Jasmine's drink-glass free hand landed upon Gunter's pubic region, and began massaging the area lewdly. Jasmine cooed softly as though to wake up his cockmeat.
Simone's impression was that this woman had no pride whatsoever, but could not look away from the lascivious scene as Gunter's hand began slipping up Jasmine's dress toward her openly presented mons.
"Whooie, I feel good in spite of it all," the black-clad woman announced, lifting herself lightly from the sofa and walking to the middle of the room while swaying her full round hips and brushing her long Aryan blonde hair from her slender neck provocatively.
Gunter was perspiring heavily as he watched the lithe golden goddess swing her smoothly-curved buttocks just in front of his face. Then Simone saw him groan and pull at the crotch of his suit.
Smiling to herself, Jasmine pointed one toe toward Gunter and stroked her hands down over her firm breasts, one just barely concealed in the one-shouldered gown. Her hands slid past the softness of her belly and down the statuesque length of leg. She ended the sweeping movement of her hands by grasping Gunter's cheeks in her fingers and wobbling his head back and forth playfully.
Simone thought it was like being in a strip show. Jasmine was stretching both of her long arms from under her single-shouldered dress, and jiggling her breasts under the material. All the while Jasmine was lewdly grinding her pelvis. Even from across the room Simone could see the white breasts describe small circles under the cloth as Jasmine's hardening nipples brushed against it.
Jasmine's eyes, reflecting her drunkenness, were heavily lidded as she cupped her fingers over her firm tits, kneading the globes obscenely while wetting her parted lips with a darting tongue. Simone could see that Jasmine was getting hot when she beckoned Simone over to her and motioned for Simone to undo the buttons of her dress in back.
When Simone was done, the woman made the dress slide seductively down, little by little, from her glowingly healthy flesh. It was obvious to Simone that Jasmine had never been whipped when the dress eased to her waist and the perfect dark areola stood with hard upthrust nipples in the light of the room. Simone was watching Gunter ogling the naked breasts avidly, and apparently Jasmine was also aware of it. She stepped over to Gunter and bent forward to let the little man kiss the bouncing tips of the titflesh. Suddenly, Jasmine grasped Gunter's bald pate and pressed it deep into the cleavage between her exposed swell of orbs. Jasmine laughed tauntingly; Gunter tried to probe his fingers into her buttocks.
Jasmine pulled away and stepped back still holding her dress under her full breasts. She began wriggling and grinding her ass, and slowly let the material of her dress slip down over her flat belly, unveiling the thick blonde vee just below a crimson garter belt. Rolled-down black panties concealed her womanhood.
Gunter made a convulsive movement and nearly stood, but, just at that moment Jasmine threw her arms up into the air and moved her hips around and around in a faster and faster circle. The black dress slipped little by little over the ripely rounded hips and slid down teasingly over the smooth black panties, down the black-stockinged thighs and calves until it fell in a fringed heap at her ankles.
She stepped from the dress and with one foot kicked it directly into Gunter's face as he stood there, bent forward, half standing and half sitting.
Gunter stood erect, pulling the cloth from in front of his face, as his prick made an enormous tent in his trousers. Gunter's eyes were greedily boring into the rocking black triangle above Jasmine's clenched columnar thighs, which were striped only by the place where her black nylons changed to a darker color and fastened to the red garter belt snaps.
Jasmine's own hot hands were tauntingly exploring her creamy skinned abdomen and dipping beneath the elastic of her black panties while she swung her blonde head backward to force, the swelling titflesh upward. Her long hair fell down her nude back wantonly.
Simone could feel the hot lust flowing through her own veins as she watched the luscious little bitch. Simone was throbbing with desire she never before had known-a feeling of yearning for the body of another woman. Yes, she recalled, there had been Deborah. But Deborah had been different than this Jasmine. Deborah had been another drowning soul lost in a morass of prison iniquities. Deborah had been like a sister. But Jasmine! Oh, if Simone could ever get her hands on Jasmine. Perhaps Jasmine would even whip her.
Simone watched bug-eyed as Jasmine paraded her booze-sopped young Aryan body all the way around the circle of three entranced faces. Jasmine's juggling tits bounced openly before her, the strong muscles ripped under the soft tissues of her finely molded asscheeks.
When Jasmine passed the Hauptmann he tried to bite the jostling half-naked buttocks and wrap his arms around her stockinged thighs, squeezing the resilient flesh.
Simone was ordered to serve pinafores to the party, and when she returned to the room she saw Jasmine drunkenly lolling against the Hauptmann's chest as he massaged her jutting tits and stared wild-eyed at the blonde Amazon as she lolled in front of him. But the Hauptmann had his fingers under the elastic legband of Jasmine's panties, fingers forcing roughly between the wetly straining lips of her slit.
Gunter was sitting again, his hand on his bulging crotch as he fixed his eyes directly on the valley between Jasmine's thrusting thighs. The Hauptmann made a sudden jab into Jasmine's crotch, evoking a curse. "You bastard. Take your fucking time. You're hurting me."
Simone wondered who this woman was who could speak this way to the Hauptmann. The woman slithered away from his grasp without the Hauptmann making the slightest protest.
Jasmine lay down languidly on the rug and thrashed her head back and forth erotically as she spread her upraised knees and ran her slender fingers down over the narrow band of silk between her thighs. She was teasing at the hurling blonde pubic hairs escaping from under the elastic. The huge peaks of Jasmine's tits jolted one another as she writhed and kicked off one high-heeled shoe after the other. Her swiveling pelvis made her asscheeks grind lewdly into the carpet, as she unclasped her nylons from her garterbelt. The black hose slid from one of her creamy white legs as she slipped it to her tapered ankle. She then rolled on her side, stretching the stocking between her fleshy thighs and pressing it against her trembling, soaking cunt.
Simone looked at the little narrow band of black panties which barely covered the pumping buttocks and furtively rubbed the front of her own dress as Simone felt her own pelvis twitch. Simone wished she could get down on her hands and knees and look right up into that throbbing crevice that soaked Jasmine's panties with its feminine sex dew.
After a while Jasmine rolled onto her abdomen, crushing her enormous tits into the pile of the carpet. She slid her hands down her sides and slowly edged the elastic band of her black panties over the globular mounds of ass which she pumped curvaceously.
Jasmine pushed her panties half way down her thighs and then slipped her fingers under herself to hide them as she ground her coral pink pussy into her outstretched fingers.
Simone in her complete, absorption with the scene, could almost feel her fingers in her own cunt, and she groaned as she involuntarily pressed her thighs tighter together.
Simone's attention was so wrapped up with the movements of Jasmine that she had not seen the movement on the sofa where Gunter had unabashedly opened his trousers to take out his huge, lust hardened cock. When she suddenly noticed it, the sight of Gunter's cock standing out of his dark pinstripe dress suit made Simone flood love juices into the nylon band which pressed up into her cunt. Simone wanted her body naked too.
But Simone, servile now and unsummoned, merely stood glued to the spot above Jasmine's writhing body. Now Jasmine lay on her back, exposing her dark areola, her hands furiously jabbing her cunt and tearing lewdly at her pussy hairs.
Gunter made a low sound deep within his throat as he threw himself to the rug, slipping off his suitcoat as he moved. Gunter rammed his face between Jasmine's upraised thighs, slipping her black panties the remainder of the way. Jasmine, accommodated by spreading her legs wider as her hands moved to press his face down into the wiry yellow hairs of her mons.
Simone watched Gunter's tongue sink deep into the naked cuntal slit while Jasmine threw her head back and squirmed like a pussycat in heat. Simone could clearly hear the noisy sucking sounds that Gunter was making down between Jasmine's outspread thighs, and her own vibrating clitty burned with passion. Simone saw the rolling semicircles of Jasmine's fleshy ass as she thrashed wildly in response to the licking and lapping. But then, to Simone's surprise, she saw the Hauptmann, his cock waving lustily from his trousers, kneeling down at Jasmine's head. The Hauptmann was guiding his huge fucktool into Jasmine's open mouth, while with his free band he was obscenely rubbing her tits.
Jasmine responded by reaching up with one hand to tug lazily at one of the Hauptmann's loosely hanging balls.
The spectacle set Simone's own cuntlips into spasms of hotly moistened fire, and she probed with her fingers to gouge her soft pussy hungrily beneath the silk of her panties.
Jasmine was soon gobbling at the Hauptmann's stiff pistoning cock as be plunged its long thickness all the way to the back of her throat, his eyes coldly watching her lips sucking his prick and milking his jumping testicles.
Simone felt her own stiffened finger sliding now under her elastic legband, to gouge wetly into her eagerly greasing pussy. She was getting that finger deeper beneath her panties with each thrust as the hot moist walls of her cunt opened to her attentions. Simone was squirming with the sensation as she watched the three on the floor at her feet.
Finally grasping aside the crotchpiece of her panties with one hand and inserting her other hand half-way into her pussy. Simone felt the soft squish of her quivering cunt. She slipped the restraining panties down to the crease of her buttocks.
Jasmine was groaning deliriously as she ground her ass harder onto Gunter's mouth, "Arrgggh, my pussy! Ohhh, do it with your tongue. Do my pussy." Jasmine begged as she drove her body down and her legs thrashed wantonly.
Jasmine yelled, "Don't stop, oh, don't stop licking." Her rounded ass was swiveling in uncontrolled semicircles as saliva trickled from the edges of her mouth where she lapped the Hauptmann's cock.
The Hauptmann was pumping his hard cock mercilessly into Jasmine, who hollowed and expanded her cheeks rhythmically. Her full, red lips were encircling the swelling veins of his fucktool. Suddenly, the Hauptmann grunted, his face distorted with passion, and Jasmine's throat worked vigorously as she struggled to swallow the seemingly endless stream of jism he was squirting. He ground his huge, thick prick back to the ring of muscles which guarded Jasmine's throat.
As Simone watched Jasmine desperately try to avoid choking on the hot, jism, she felt her own desire inflame her pussy, making it twitch uncontrollably from the pull of her own sticky juice-laden fingers.
Simone watched hungrily as Jasmine unlocked her jaw and allowed the Hauptmann to slip out with a wet flatulent sound. Threads of semen clung to her moistened lips until she licked them clean and turned her attention once again to her own tongue-filled pussy.
With a maddening mixture of envy and desire that had been kindling with Simone, she drove her middle finger through her swollen cuntlips. Her hardening titbuds were throbbing with Simone's need. Her eyes were still fixed on the scene before her. Simone began to rub slowly back and forth with her outstretched fingers, gently sliding them along the slippery crevice between her cuntlips. Her clit, she discovered, was fully erect. She teased the aching nub with her fingernail, and could feel immediately the rippling waves of pleasure consume her as she forced her middle finger still deeper, insinuating far past the second knuckle so that her fist rested greasily against, her hair lined mouth, while her thumb was free to roll her trembling clitoris.
Simone heard the lewd moans of unsuppressed pleasure escape the throat of the Aryan beauty on the rug, and the sound raised goosebumps over Simone's entire skin. Simone could see clearly the long probing tongue with which Gunter probed Jasmine's hair-crowned cunt as it sluiced in heated passion. Violent whirlpools of passion also seethed within Simone's erotically excited body. Simone's mouth was hanging slightly open and her breath came in hoarse rasps as her fingers moved to stroke the heavily honey-gummed lips of her pussy. Using her outstretched middle finger, she plunged her hole in and out, enjoying the feeling of the clasping sphincter as it sucked her finger toward her vagina.
The lustful exhibit before her, drove Simone to press her thumb harder into her burning clitoris. Almost immediately Simone could feel her release building within her, filling her tortured body with a very familiar delight. Simone's hips thrashed hard against the wall and her hand squeezed her own breast as she watched Jasmine getting tongue-fucked in an unspeakably debauched posture. Faster and deeper Simone's middle finger fucked into her waiting flesh, churning and twisting the heat the fingers built up within her.
Simone's head was spinning with the combined effects of her masturbation and the altogether salacious scene before her. She leaned against the cold damp concrete wall as she plunged another finger beside the first, high up between her lithe clenching thighs.
Jasmine was gasping for breath now, having locked Gunter's head tightly between her fleshy thighs and pulling on his hair with clutching fingers.
To Simone, it looked as though Gunter would suffocate, but Jasmine did not seem concerned as she thrust, her well-muscled body mightily on the prone man who lay enveloped by her lovely legs. She was humping, up and down, back and forth, again and again. Jasmine's hands were clawing Gunter's scalp as she writhed, her face completely distorted with passion.
Finally Jasmine yelled. "Ohhhh, I'm cumming-I'm cumminghh!" and was suddenly very still. Her legs were outstretched where they held Gunter's face in a vice grip. The muscles and tendons stood out in the Aryan woman's thighs. Her face was contorted and the ligaments of her neck stood out in her throat unnaturally.
Suddenly and without warning Simone's own climax exploded throughout her wetly pulsating vagina and surged along her spine to fill her lovely young body with a voluptuous release. Simone cried quietly as she shook with incredible tremors of passion. Her fingers, three of them now, continued to rub hard across her now wildly throbbing clitoris, even as the intense burning waves of release soared through her satisfied flesh.
As the climax ended, Simone sank to the floor, trying desperately to still her racing heart and rasping breath. She was weakened: drained. She heard as if far away the conclusion of Jasmine's orgasm as Jasmine pleaded, "Baby, bay-bee... suck harder... har-derrr! I'm coming."
When the orgy subsided the Hauptmann noticed that Simone still sat on her haunches, knees wide apart, right hand still buried high up between her legs.
"Look at this slut, will you?" he shouted in an unnaturally supercharged voice, calling the attention of the other two to Simone. "The dog, we'll beat her well for this!"