!--ADULTSONLY-- Frau Greta Von Yurt's Gestapo Ordeal!

"YES,
LIEBSCHEN,"
said Otto. "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 little 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.

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 . . .