The blows through the room thundered mercilessly. Without ceasing, they thrust into the body. Whipped up blood pressure and pulse. Let the limbs tremble – filled the narrow space with shock waves from another world. The light flickered pulsatingly in the rhythm of the music – electronically distorted beats, which seemed to strike in sweat-soaked bodies. The mass of club visitors moved relentlessly in the psychodelically throbbing flash, which followed the beat of the passports.
In the midst of the amount of moving meat, Jenny looked like a fish in the swarm. The subtle black light made parts of her clothes and make-up fluoresce. The young woman's body nestled closely against her dance partners. Yes, there were several, because here in the anonymous mass of the club the bodies touched each other in harmony with the music.
The term music met the acoustic rape of people only vaguely. In the 90s it was called techno. It later became a trance. Here in the capital of the Trents, all of these names had lost their meaning. Here in the trendy clubs like the SK36, artists of the night ruled who experimented with the melodies of the big city.
For Jenny, she was indifferent. Her body had been in a state of permanent ecstasy for hours. The chemical pickers heated their bodies to new top performances. Jenny was an attractive young woman. Well trained, sporty and sexy. Her long dark hair heralded her southern roots. Here, however, only her belly-free top, her tight-fitting hotpants and the sweat that collected on her smooth, firm skin to fluorescent pearls counted.
She felt the hand lay around her hip from behind, while her body turned to a snake in the varying rhythm of the beats. A determining hand slid over the tight muscles of your stomach. The pills, which she had swallowed hours before, made her accept the touch intensely and indifferently. Jenny even enjoyed how the strange hand stroked her breasts. She felt a hand glide over her hotpants. Through the elastic fabric, she felt how unknown fingers felt for her shame, felt pleasure and excitement without worrying about the consequences.
Her body had become a slave to her ecstasy. It wasn't interested in who touched her that night. It didn't matter what touched her. It only interested the feeling in her. The feeling of pleasure, the feeling of life. Yes, here and today. Between meaningful music, hormones and other chemical pleasure bearers, she just wanted to soak up the marrow of life in her young body.
The buffet was opened. They greedily pounced the old men on the tender meat, which was so deliciously presented. Lust was reflected in her eyes. Desire for what lay so promising in front of them.
Diana looked at the battle at the buffet table. The champagne glass in her hand was half full. So far she had only sipped the noble drop slightly. She had no particular desire to plunge into the hustle and bustle of the powerful rulers. She would satisfy her hunger in due course.
The rich and especially the powerful of these days were invited to the banquet. Bankers, politicians, business bosses, everything that would have been called nobility and clergy in the old days. And as in the old days, wives, lovers and concubines stayed behind while the men went hunting.
The number of wives was probably only a small proportion of the femininity present. Diana's view of the youthful lover of a media mogul. The countess von Hochstein doubted whether the young thing was already eighteen. A few months ago, however, she had his wife on a banquet for his 73rd. Got to know birthday.
The wife was around 50 at her age. She still had the beauty and grace of a charming woman, but she had lost the youthful abundance of nature. The countess felt almost as pity for the horned. No, not really. The countess von Hochstein had no pity on women who can be exploited and simply accepted these humiliations. Her own husband had died years ago. At that time she had inherited both his fortune and his lover. The latter now lived as an alcoholic of Hartz IV, while her husband Diana's fortune became an influential figure.
Diana von Hochstein was a countess of the 21st. Century. Self-confident, determined and with share pacts in the key industries of the economy. Armor, energy, biotech, everything that was designed to ensure influence and prosperity.
The woman in her early 50s had made it, so to speak. She was now at the height of her life. She went to the balcony of the villa. Her gaze swept across the Mediterranean Bay. On the horizon, a red veil announced the lost remains of the past day. Her delicate long fingers roamed the railing. Her eyes wistfully looked for something that stopped her. But there was no one here. No man, no woman, no one who touched her innermost. In the middle of the hundreds of invited guests, she felt alone.
A wistful sigh came over the lips of the nobles when she thought back to the girl who had taken her to her Berlin villa a few weeks ago. It was a wonderful love night. One that you rarely have in life. It had been a stupidity that would have harmed the press a lot of stuff and its name if it had come out. But the girl was silent.
Diana took a deep breath and emptied the champagne glass.
Wild groans of uninhibited lust whipped through the room. The men's loins did their best. Sweat was pearling from his body. The subdued light of the lava lamp scurried over the tight, damp skin of his playmate. Her legs were pulled apart and opened her body to his blazing masculinity.
Jenny felt the bumps, she felt the lust, and yet she didn't feel filled. When she heard her lover's loud rut scream, her senses withdrew more and more until she fell into a dreamless sleep.
The light from the lava lamp was still shimmering when she woke up. Your body is cool and still very damp from sweat. She looked at the man by her side. She didn't know his name. He had called him well, but she had forgotten him. He slept on his stomach. His face looked happy. He was actually pretty. A smile played around Jenny's lips.
She rose from the mattress camp, which had served them as a love nest. Her things were scattered wildly in the room. However, they hardly stand out in the rest of the chaos. She skilfully danced through the room. When she entered it, she was foggy with the intoxication of the night, now she had the hangover of the morning. She roamed her shirt only unwillingly. The smell of cold smoke offended her nose. The further the morning progressed, the more miserable she felt. The day seemed to pull the vitality out of her body.
When she overstripped her panties, she felt his seed run out of her. Jenny swore softly. Her stupidity had won again. Her eyes fell again on the sleeper. Hopefully this night would remain without – for her, because he would certainly never see her again.
She put on her hotpants and boots. She stuffed the stockings into her handbag and slid to the door. Like a thief, she sneaked out of the apartment in the 5th. Floor. She hadn't looked around for the name tag. She was not interested. The ecstasy of the night was gone.
The morning had come over Berlin. But unlike Peter Fox's song, the city awoke in a fiery red glow. The children of the night had long since disappeared and the hard-working men and women went about their day's work. Joggers shaped their bodies. Shopkeepers started pushing their shutters up. An Opel Corsa from the Berlin police leads past her. Jenny instinctively lowered her eyes. Every time she saw the police, she felt uncomfortable.
The way to her apartment was long. There was a subway that ran nearby, but their station was closed due to renovations. So Sonne Berlin already fully illuminated when Jenny climbed the stairs to her little place to stay. She felt tired and tired. She briefly considered throwing one of the pills in, but then decided on a warm shower.
Like a thousand needles, the water hit her bare skin. The tingling sensation flooded the firm tissue of her skin. Her fingers gently slid over her body as if she wanted to reconnect an invisible veil to her self. She gently brushed over her tightly shaped breasts and closed her eyes.
Memories flooded her mind. She groaned unconsciously when she thought of Diana's caress. The warm water that ran over her body brought her closer to the warmth of that night. She felt the countess' passionate touch, felt, like their fingertips drove through their shame – touched the bud of their lust, lured them and unleashed their passion. The tender, never-ending game on her hard nipples made her lips swell. The warm moisture promised her sensual feelings. A frenzy that no pills could give her.
Her fingers slid ever wilder over her damp column. Spoiled the young woman with the joys of her own femininity. Closed eyes took her to another world where her body hugs that of the countess. A world in which you were satisfied for that dreamlike pleasure.
Jenny cried out as her vagina contracted. A pulsating source of pleasure that she had opened up to herself. Her legs trembled. She held tightly enclosed the pole of the shower curtain. Asking and leaning forward, she stood in the warm, damp jet of the shower head for more moments as steam rose around her.
Diana awakened the loud squeaking of the tires from her daydreams. The jerk that went through the plane was only light, but it was enough to drop a strand of hair in her face. She brushes her dark red hair out of her face and looked through the window at Tegel's airfield. She still regretted that Tempelhof Airport had been closed. It was conveniently located for her, now she had to wait a long time before she could finally get into Olaf's car.
She informed her driver about her cell phone when she left the building. The afternoon spring sun warmed her skin insufficiently. Germany was a nice place, but it preferred the dry heat of the Mediterranean. If a conference in Sony Center did not require her presence tonight, Diana would have spent a few more days in the south of France or Spain – but the business was going on.
The countess made sure to increase her fortune. She never forgot to make sure she took more than she gave. Selflessness was something weak. And she didn't afford this luxury. At least not often.
Olaf turned into Oranienburger Straße. One of the most interesting pleasure miles in Germany. The sun had already moved behind a thick cloud cover that announced the nightly rain. The countess looked out of the tinted window at the young women who were waiting for suitors here. She had occasionally brought one of them to Olaf. None of them had really satisfied their desire, their lust. Whores could certainly satisfy their physical pleasure, but they could not touch their souls.
„ When will the next cage fight take place? “, She asked Olaf. She hoped to see Jenny there again. She missed the young thing, which had been so combative and yet so uncertain in her arms.
„ I can try to find out, "answered Olaf. He deliberately drove the car slowly so that the countess could look for a playmate for the night. Every now and then she liked one of the young things. Then she sent him to take her to a hotel room because she never took the prostitutes home.
„ Ask whether the girl will appear there again. We were her name again? “
„ Jenny Suroyo. I will inquire. Should I contact her directly? Maybe she agrees without ... “
„ No! “, Diana interrupted him abruptly. „ Just find out when it will appear next time. Now bring me to the conference, maybe there is at least something interesting there. “
The countess sighed loudly and sank back into the back seat. Raindrops hit the limousine disc. She had little hope that the conference would be more than a mandatory date. She knew all decisions and suggestions from the files. They would be read out again and the concerns of the politicians present would be wiped aside with a few donations. In the end, a nice win would jump out for everyone who participated tonight. Probably more money than an average family would make in their lives. She quickly suppressed this thought. The time when she demonstrated in Frankfurt as a student against everything and for a better world was long gone. In the meantime, she submitted to the world. „ But maybe you can find out where she lives. For all cases. “
Olaf smiled as he steered the limousine through the evening traffic.
Cold wind whipped the rain through the streets. It was almost as if the long arm of winter had stretched out its fingers for the city again. Instead of calm, gentle white, bullets made of frosty ice water now hit the city and wrapped it in a deafening drum fire.
Jenny was huddled in a corner of Quim's noodle bar. One of the few shops that were still open at the time. Quim was actually called Johannes and was the son of a German and a Thai woman. The exotic name was better for business, and so most guests called it Quim.
He had dropped out of college many years ago when he met and married the woman of his dreams in Berlin. Jenny knew Natascha from before. Five years ago she suddenly disappeared. Meanwhile, Jenny knew that Natascha had died of cancer. Sometimes she wondered what her two children were doing when her father was often 16 hours behind the counter here. Quims Nudelbar was their only source of income. Jenny knew what it was like to be alone as a little girl. But her mother hadn't left her alone because of the work, but to drink something in the pub.
Jenny often came here. As a girl, she had loved Bami Goreng here. In the meantime, her path mostly led past his shop when she stocked up new pills at the Kottbusser Tor. The pills had been expensive today, but the jar in her pocket would last a month. At least the last one had been enough. A year ago she had been out with a can three months ago.
At that time she only took the little pickers to have fun. In the meantime she needed her. They helped her get on her feet, they helped her fight. The young woman led the fork to her mouth listlessly. Half of the fried noodles were still resting in the bowl. She had been sitting there for over an hour. The rain had driven her in and held her. Quim was cleaning the hob. He probably didn't expect any more customers.
The door opened. Jenny's eyes fell on the two half-strengths that crowded in. At first she only recognized the knight boots. In Berlin the trademark of every second group. Punks, skins, autonomists and half a dozen other piles dressed in this sign. It was only when her gaze fell on the heavy leather jackets with the inscription „ Blood & Honor “ that she realized who she was up to: Skins – the worst kind. They were probably on the road now because the police could hardly be seen on the streets in the bad weather.
„ Hey you noodle, "one shouted loudly. Jenny's blood pressure skyrocketed. Her senses felt the danger. „ I'm talking to you, pasta. “
There was a lot of noise when one of the skins swept the decoration off the counter with a tubular steel. A porcelain vase broke and splinters slid across the tiled floor to Jenny's feet.
„ Please, I don't want any trouble, "John said soothingly to the neo-Nazis. He knew as well as she that the boys were only here to find trouble. Mixing up a shop like this meant fame and prestige in her scene. Jenny had risen and wanted to walk past the men. She liked Quim, but she didn't want to conflict with the two thugs.
„ Hey, what do we have here? “ One of the skins stood in her way, while the other pointed to the frightened shopkeeper with the tubular steel. „ Is that your hooker? Are you already sending small Turkish girls to buy “
Jenny bowed his head slightly to hide the fire in her eyes. Cold anger germinated in her. She wanted to break out every tooth of the guy individually, but she held back even if her body instinctively took a fighting position.
„ I'm not a hooker “, she hissed.
„ I determine that. Turk Fotze, "the skin replied scornfully. He reached for her and caught her chest. His fingers dug painfully into her soft flesh. He roughly pulled her as if he wanted to snatch part of her. „ Isn't there much ... “, he couldn't get any further. Jenny reached for his right hand and took a step back with his left foot. The laws of physics made the strong hats stagger forward. Before he could think clearly, her left knee hit him on the face. A surprising outcry was all she heard, then the boy fell to the ground. Her southern blood had reacted faster than she could think. Because the astonishment was written on her face as she found the neo-Nazi kneeling on the floor in front of her. But his companion didn't need long,to understand what had happened. With a martial scream and raised steel tube, he stormed towards the black-haired young woman. The attack was as if from the textbook. She had practiced him a thousand times at the age of 14 in the dojo. Her body reacted before she knew what she was doing. The kick hit the skin right on the chin. If he hadn't consisted of over 100 kilos of muscles and bones, he would probably have sailed back through the room. But so they both stumbled. Jenny was the first to get under control and danced to the door. The second skin also rattled again. Blood dripped from his nose.Her body reacted before she knew what she was doing. The kick hit the skin right on the chin. If he hadn't consisted of over 100 kilos of muscles and bones, he would probably have sailed back through the room. But so they both stumbled. Jenny was the first to get under control and danced to the door. The second skin also rattled again. Blood dripped from his nose.Her body reacted before she knew what she was doing. The kick hit the skin right on the chin. If he hadn't consisted of over 100 kilos of muscles and bones, he would probably have sailed back through the room. But so they both stumbled. Jenny was the first to get under control again and danced to the door. The second skin also opened again. Blood dripped from his nose.
„ You will pay for it, you damn bitch, "he roared and pulled a fighting dagger out of his jacket.
Jenny swirled to the exit. She fled out into the rainy night, closely followed by the two hell dogs. The young woman was quick. But the youthful thugs were also in good condition. Panic rose in her. What would happen if the skins could catch them? Survival instinct drove her body forward.
It didn't help. They came closer and closer to her step by step. Suddenly she felt a hand that grabbed her by her jacket. She stumbled. Together with the skin, she flew onto the pavement. He groaned loudly and dropped the tubular steel. A kick hit him unprepared on the face. Quiet crackling was heard next to the crackling of the rain. This time it had an effect. He hurled the boy to the ground and he first stayed on the sidewalk.
Jenny got up. She wanted to continue to flee. But the other one was already there. A first blow with the grooved dagger narrowly missed her. The second also only cut through the fabric of her jacket.
„ I slit you open, damn Turkish bitch. I slit your cunt and fuck you in the ass! “, roared the skin and stabbed again. She dodged again and countered his attack with a left hook against his chin. She only met him unclean and at the same time opened her cover to him. She hardly felt the blade when he hit her on the stomach. The ice-cold rain had long soaked her clothes and skin. Only a dull burning sensation was felt on the hypothermic skin.
A smile played around his lips. He had it. He would bleed her. The devilish grin had become a grimace of greed for blood. A greed for blood, a pleasure that wanted to be satisfied. Again ancient instincts played a role. Instincts and training. Jenny held on to his shoulder. She pulled herself against him. Her knee pushes his gun aside. Raised in a split second. Moments when she rose like an angel of death. Her knee thundered against the boy's chin and nose. When she released him, he howled like a beaten dog and fell back. Jenny joined again. This time she met between the legs. A scream of inhuman pain echoed through the otherwise deserted street. It only faded after a few hundred meters in the veil of rain.
She turns and ran away. It was only when she disappeared into the stomach of a subway a few minutes later that her head found time to process what had happened. Completely soaked, she sat alone in the compartment. Her black hair stuck to her. Her clothes put the damp cold on her skin. Burning her stomach became a throbbing. She looked down at herself and saw the blood that spilled from a wound on her right.
She checked the injury with her fingers. The cut was not deep. The blade had only hit her sideways and torn open the skin and muscle tissue. She tore a piece of cloth off her shirt and pressed it onto the wound to stop the bleeding. The pain became all the stronger. Jenny reached for the can in her jacket pocket with the other hand. She promoted two pills and swallowed them before making the can disappear into her pocket.
The subway stopped. She knew the station name. From here it was only a few hundred meters to your apartment. She rose in pain. The amphetamines did not work yet, but the young woman could not take this into account. She held the jacket protectively from the wound. Nobody should recognize what was going on while walking clumsily over the stairs.
You would probably have recognized it if you had watched them more closely, because their jeans on the right were dark red from their blood and rain. But nobody was there. The night and the rain had driven people into their homes. Jenny seemed to be alone in the world. A thought that pleased her at that moment and frightened her at the same time.
Fortunately, the door to her apartment did not resist, so she stood soaked and wounded in the narrow hallway. Three doors led from here to the bathroom, kitchen and bedroom. 35 square meters, that have been a home for them for over a year. The young woman operated the light switch in the hallway while stripping her jacket. The pain had subsided thanks to the drugs.
„ Hello Jenny, "raised a voice from the dark of her small room. Jenny winced.
„ Hello? “ The glimmer of light from the hallway only bathed the room in dim light. She recognized the vague outline of a woman sitting in her lounge chair adjacent to her bed. She had organized both of them when she dissolved the apartment. „ How did you get in here? “
„ Your landlord let me in. I hope you don't mind. You still remember me, don't you? “
It took Jenny to assign the costume, the facial features, the dark red hair in the faint light. „ Countess Diana? “ The surprise was clearly evident from her voice. At the same time there was this shame. At that moment the girl felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed. She put her hand protectively on the wound as if she wanted to protect herself from the countess. However, this caught their attention. She rose and walked towards her.
„ What happened to you? “, Diana asked and operated the light switch. Her scrutinizing look fell on the young woman standing in the door. He slid down her soaked long black hair, brushed her narrow southern face, wandered over her torn top and stopped on her blood-soaked pants.
„ Winner on the street, "said Jenny sheepishly. Diana reached for her hand and pulled her away from the wound.
„ You are injured. You need a doctor “
„ No, no doctor. It is already possible. “ She gritted her teeth when Diana let her bony fingers slide over the wound and pushed the fabric to the side.
„ This is dangerous. A doctor has to take care of that. “
„ No, I ... “ Diana's wonderful gaze silenced the young woman while the countess reached for her cell phone.
Diana's family doctor was there twenty minutes later. A middle-aged man with black-gray hair. A blonde nurse, thirty at the end, accompanied him. Until then, Jenny had told her the whole story with the skins. Only the matter with the drugs concealed them.
The doctor apparently understood his craft. He also did not complain about working conditions. Even though it was 2 a.m., he took care of his patient with full attention. Again and again he sent the nurse to get him things out of the car. However, this openly showed her aversion to Jenny and the circumstances.
„ I sewed the wound, "the doctor finally explained. „ You are very lucky. A centimeter lower and the cut could have hurt your kidney. Probably no big scar will remain. The association should stay on it for three days. Don't try to burden yourself too much next week. No swimming, no sport and preferably only wash with a sponge at this point. I'll leave you an ointment so it will heal faster. The threads will have completely dissolved in a few weeks. So you don't have to be treated again unless it ignites. If the wound should light up and fester, you should have a look again. Did you understand? “
Jenny nodded. She had let the wound, syringe, and sewing go without a sound. Her gaze had touched her patron's again and again. She still didn't really know why she was here. But it didn't feel right to ask about it at the moment.
The doctor turned to the countess: „ Can I do anything else for you? “
„ No thanks, that was probably all for today. Thanks for coming quickly. “
„ I do my best, countess. “
The doctor said goodbye to them and left the apartment with the nurse. It was almost 3 a.m. and Diana was left alone with Jenny. This reached for air. The drugs were still in full swing. She looked down at herself. The doctor had wrapped a bandage around her waist. Her top was torn to her breasts. With a sigh, she stripped it off and looked for something suitable in the rummage of her wardrobe. Her skin was still damp and she felt a cold breeze on her shoulder.
„ You are really lucky, "Diana breathed into her ear. The older woman was now behind her. Her hand gently touches her bare shoulder blades. Her lips gently touched the young woman's neck. They continued to slide gently to their necks. A cozy shiver flowed through her body. Jenny bit her lips. Her body, which had to endure so much tonight, longed for this tender touch. She closed her eyes and leaned against her closet, where there was as much chaos as in her feelings. Nothing seemed to fit, and yet it felt right. She felt the countess' lips slide over her sensitive skin – felt the throbbing blows of her heart as the woman slowly took possession of her.
„ Yes, "she whispered softly, almost tonelessly. Oh, how she longed for it. She eagerly stretched the buttocks towards her when a hand of the countess went deeper. The fingers slid over the fabric of the jeans, which nestled closely on their firm buttocks. She brushed her long black hair on the left over the shoulders of her playmate and kissed the completely unprotected neck again. Her lips breathed this fine proof of her affection on sensitive skin several times. Her hand wandered around Jenny's hip and stroked the exposed area between the pants and the bandage.
Jenny didn't dare ask why she was here. The fear of destroying this moment was too great. Then she felt the other hand wrapped around her. The nobles' fingers slid over their youthful breasts and brushed their buds. In the beginning it was just a slight approach to the long thin fingers. Then it became a foray of pleasure when the fingertips wrapped their blossoming bud, touched and lured. Again and again quiet, unarticulated lute came over the girl's lips –, this elicited a satisfied smile from her patron and drove her to continue.
Her other hand slid deeper and opened the jeans button. The zipper was slowly pulled down. The wet and bloody jeans still stuck to their slim legs like a second skin. Diana's fingers now wandered over the somewhat exposed panties. She gently stroked firm skin until she felt the soft, damp labia under the dark blue fabric.
Jenny hastily pulled air through her slightly open mouth. She trembled as the fingers slid through her widened column. Her heart was racing, her lungs were barely filled with air, her breath was so quick. The moment of excitement seemed to turn into infinity, then the countess turns the girl to herself. The eyes of the two women met for a never-ending blink of an eye, then their lips touched tenderly.
Neither of them knew who this kiss had started from, but when their lips opened slightly and their tongue tips met, this thought was already suppressed. The sensual play of their tongues overwhelmed both women at the same time. It was not a kiss for the sake of kissing. It was a conquest of a new world. Tender and at the same time so intense, like a supernova, she touched at that moment as intimately as both women had never felt. Her heads were empty, yet filled with the charm of the moment.
The lips of the two women separated completely out of breath. The elder took a step back and looked at the battered body of her playmate. The jeans were still close to their slim legs. Diana opened the buttons gently to her designer costumes. Slowly she brushed off the black jacket while her eyes didn't glide from the young woman, who also eyed her with shiny eyes.
Jenny looks at the countess motionless for a long time. An irritating silk blouse appeared under the jacket. The clumpy breasts of the businesswoman were unmistakably evident in it. Her gaze wandered deeper to the black skirt, which also went to her knees.
„ Do you want me to stay with you? “ Asked Diana, who felt safe from the answer. Jenny replied to the question of taking a step towards her, laboriously getting rid of her dirty jeans. Her hands touched the plump fruits wrapped in silk. They came closer and closer here in the confines of the small room. Her lips came closer and closer. Jenny gently wanders over Diana's cheek with her. The latter threw her head on the neck and exposed her tanned neck.
Jenny caressed the neck offered to her extensively. She knew how wonderful this feeling could be and now wanted to give these feelings. One hand kneaded the voluminous breasts while the other tenderly drove along Diana's spine. This had closed its eyes and was immersed in the emotional world of her youth. Her fingers stroked over the girl's back and pressed her at the same time.
They had both tasted wild passion. She both wanted each other to forget herself. They both felt each other's lust as their own. So Diana finally pulled her to her bed. She made sure that the wound didn't hurt too much and left the girl on her back. Her thighs rubbed against each other and her skirt had long slipped up to her hip. The countess' fingers wandered under the girl's panties and gently played around her clit. Again and again they lead through their moist shaved shame and thus distributed the moisture of their lust.
Meanwhile, Jenny continued to massage her breast. Slowly she opened the buttons to her blouse and released the breasts one after the other from the basket of the black lace bra. They kissed each other alternately with the tip of the tongue into the other's mouth. Punch gently into each other's lips. Again and again she groaned loudly when the countess pushed her finger into her damp pleasure hole and then immediately pulled back to increase her desire.
„ Yes ... please ... yes ... “, she groaned herself writhing under this erotic torture. She screamed for more, she screamed as she wished. Diana smiled contentedly. She leaned a little over her and drove her fingers further into the girl's tight hole, which wrapped so greedily around her fingers. She fucked her passionately. Touched internally, touched her externally, only eluded her to give her a wave of pleasure anew.
The sky suddenly seemed to explode in her head and Jenny turned black in front of her eyes. Her fingers slid off the countess' unnaturally firm breasts and clawed into the sheets. Her vagina shrugged wildly and a surge of her lust swelled out of her. The fingers stayed in her until the first wave subsided. Then Diana slowly pulled out her pleasure donors. The nectar of passion stuck to them and she gently leads the fingernails to the mouth of the girl struggling for reflection. The fingertip slid over the lips, which willingly opened to taste their own juice. She greedily sucked the salty sweet juice from her finger, which penetrated ever deeper into her mouth. The countess smiled satisfied. She finally took her finger from her and gently licked the remains of pleasure.
With her eyes closed, Jenny was now in her arms. She was still breathing far too quickly. Diana straightened up and looked down at the girl. Her facial features relaxed. She now stripped her blouse, bra and skirt herself, then grabbed the thin blanket and wrapped them both. Then she operated the light switch, which was easily accessible from the bed in the small room.
When her body nestled again on the hot-boiling body of the young woman, she felt a slight emotion. The lips of the beautiful southern woman touched hers without being asked and she felt her hand and that of the blanket against her shame. Surprisingly, the countess flinched this time. She hadn't expected that there was still so much vitality in the young body, but then she felt the young fingers stripping again through her column. Her panties were already soaking wet. Thanks to the wafer-thin silk fabric, Jenny now skillfully rubbed the woman's swollen labia. Again and again she expanded it and roamed through the damp meat in between. The older woman widened her legs willingly.
„ Oh, yes. You do well, "she breathed to her. Jenny took this as an incentive. She accelerated the play of her fingers and did not have to touch the clit too hard so as not to turn pleasure into pain. Her movements were supported by Diana's pelvis, which she rhythmically pressed against her.
She gently kissed the older woman's neck as her fingers continued to massage her through the wafer-thin panties. Their movements became faster and faster. Her lips met passionately for a kiss. Their tongues fused into one unit. Then the time had come. A flash of ecstasy shot through her body from Diana's head. The lute she uttered first resembled a loud bark, which then turned into a primal scream, which was certainly still heard on the street. Her abdomen trembled and tons of her love affair swelled on the sheet.
Exhausted, the two women fell into each other's arms. Everyone listened to the heartbeat of the others. Everyone felt the warm breath of life of the others. So they fell asleep intertwined. Without pain, without suffering, only filled with the deep satisfaction of the moment.
Olaf opened the newspaper. „ Young people beaten up by extreme left thugs, "he read the headline aloud. A gang of autonomous thugs apparently had two young people who thought they were young people who thought they were skinheads, completely ready for hospital. The two young men aged 17 and 18 were attacked in Kreuzberg around midnight yesterday. The police have no hot trail yet.
Olaf shook his head and looked at his cell phone worriedly. His mistress still hadn't called. When he read such news, he was worried. Finally, he had dropped her off in Neukölln last night after leaving the conference in an upset manner. Hopefully she hadn't run into these thugs' arms.
In the midst of the amount of moving meat, Jenny looked like a fish in the swarm. The subtle black light made parts of her clothes and make-up fluoresce. The young woman's body nestled closely against her dance partners. Yes, there were several, because here in the anonymous mass of the club the bodies touched each other in harmony with the music.
The term music met the acoustic rape of people only vaguely. In the 90s it was called techno. It later became a trance. Here in the capital of the Trents, all of these names had lost their meaning. Here in the trendy clubs like the SK36, artists of the night ruled who experimented with the melodies of the big city.
For Jenny, she was indifferent. Her body had been in a state of permanent ecstasy for hours. The chemical pickers heated their bodies to new top performances. Jenny was an attractive young woman. Well trained, sporty and sexy. Her long dark hair heralded her southern roots. Here, however, only her belly-free top, her tight-fitting hotpants and the sweat that collected on her smooth, firm skin to fluorescent pearls counted.
She felt the hand lay around her hip from behind, while her body turned to a snake in the varying rhythm of the beats. A determining hand slid over the tight muscles of your stomach. The pills, which she had swallowed hours before, made her accept the touch intensely and indifferently. Jenny even enjoyed how the strange hand stroked her breasts. She felt a hand glide over her hotpants. Through the elastic fabric, she felt how unknown fingers felt for her shame, felt pleasure and excitement without worrying about the consequences.
Her body had become a slave to her ecstasy. It wasn't interested in who touched her that night. It didn't matter what touched her. It only interested the feeling in her. The feeling of pleasure, the feeling of life. Yes, here and today. Between meaningful music, hormones and other chemical pleasure bearers, she just wanted to soak up the marrow of life in her young body.
The buffet was opened. They greedily pounced the old men on the tender meat, which was so deliciously presented. Lust was reflected in her eyes. Desire for what lay so promising in front of them.
Diana looked at the battle at the buffet table. The champagne glass in her hand was half full. So far she had only sipped the noble drop slightly. She had no particular desire to plunge into the hustle and bustle of the powerful rulers. She would satisfy her hunger in due course.
The rich and especially the powerful of these days were invited to the banquet. Bankers, politicians, business bosses, everything that would have been called nobility and clergy in the old days. And as in the old days, wives, lovers and concubines stayed behind while the men went hunting.
The number of wives was probably only a small proportion of the femininity present. Diana's view of the youthful lover of a media mogul. The countess von Hochstein doubted whether the young thing was already eighteen. A few months ago, however, she had his wife on a banquet for his 73rd. Got to know birthday.
The wife was around 50 at her age. She still had the beauty and grace of a charming woman, but she had lost the youthful abundance of nature. The countess felt almost as pity for the horned. No, not really. The countess von Hochstein had no pity on women who can be exploited and simply accepted these humiliations. Her own husband had died years ago. At that time she had inherited both his fortune and his lover. The latter now lived as an alcoholic of Hartz IV, while her husband Diana's fortune became an influential figure.
Diana von Hochstein was a countess of the 21st. Century. Self-confident, determined and with share pacts in the key industries of the economy. Armor, energy, biotech, everything that was designed to ensure influence and prosperity.
The woman in her early 50s had made it, so to speak. She was now at the height of her life. She went to the balcony of the villa. Her gaze swept across the Mediterranean Bay. On the horizon, a red veil announced the lost remains of the past day. Her delicate long fingers roamed the railing. Her eyes wistfully looked for something that stopped her. But there was no one here. No man, no woman, no one who touched her innermost. In the middle of the hundreds of invited guests, she felt alone.
A wistful sigh came over the lips of the nobles when she thought back to the girl who had taken her to her Berlin villa a few weeks ago. It was a wonderful love night. One that you rarely have in life. It had been a stupidity that would have harmed the press a lot of stuff and its name if it had come out. But the girl was silent.
Diana took a deep breath and emptied the champagne glass.
Wild groans of uninhibited lust whipped through the room. The men's loins did their best. Sweat was pearling from his body. The subdued light of the lava lamp scurried over the tight, damp skin of his playmate. Her legs were pulled apart and opened her body to his blazing masculinity.
Jenny felt the bumps, she felt the lust, and yet she didn't feel filled. When she heard her lover's loud rut scream, her senses withdrew more and more until she fell into a dreamless sleep.
The light from the lava lamp was still shimmering when she woke up. Your body is cool and still very damp from sweat. She looked at the man by her side. She didn't know his name. He had called him well, but she had forgotten him. He slept on his stomach. His face looked happy. He was actually pretty. A smile played around Jenny's lips.
She rose from the mattress camp, which had served them as a love nest. Her things were scattered wildly in the room. However, they hardly stand out in the rest of the chaos. She skilfully danced through the room. When she entered it, she was foggy with the intoxication of the night, now she had the hangover of the morning. She roamed her shirt only unwillingly. The smell of cold smoke offended her nose. The further the morning progressed, the more miserable she felt. The day seemed to pull the vitality out of her body.
When she overstripped her panties, she felt his seed run out of her. Jenny swore softly. Her stupidity had won again. Her eyes fell again on the sleeper. Hopefully this night would remain without – for her, because he would certainly never see her again.
She put on her hotpants and boots. She stuffed the stockings into her handbag and slid to the door. Like a thief, she sneaked out of the apartment in the 5th. Floor. She hadn't looked around for the name tag. She was not interested. The ecstasy of the night was gone.
The morning had come over Berlin. But unlike Peter Fox's song, the city awoke in a fiery red glow. The children of the night had long since disappeared and the hard-working men and women went about their day's work. Joggers shaped their bodies. Shopkeepers started pushing their shutters up. An Opel Corsa from the Berlin police leads past her. Jenny instinctively lowered her eyes. Every time she saw the police, she felt uncomfortable.
The way to her apartment was long. There was a subway that ran nearby, but their station was closed due to renovations. So Sonne Berlin already fully illuminated when Jenny climbed the stairs to her little place to stay. She felt tired and tired. She briefly considered throwing one of the pills in, but then decided on a warm shower.
Like a thousand needles, the water hit her bare skin. The tingling sensation flooded the firm tissue of her skin. Her fingers gently slid over her body as if she wanted to reconnect an invisible veil to her self. She gently brushed over her tightly shaped breasts and closed her eyes.
Memories flooded her mind. She groaned unconsciously when she thought of Diana's caress. The warm water that ran over her body brought her closer to the warmth of that night. She felt the countess' passionate touch, felt, like their fingertips drove through their shame – touched the bud of their lust, lured them and unleashed their passion. The tender, never-ending game on her hard nipples made her lips swell. The warm moisture promised her sensual feelings. A frenzy that no pills could give her.
Her fingers slid ever wilder over her damp column. Spoiled the young woman with the joys of her own femininity. Closed eyes took her to another world where her body hugs that of the countess. A world in which you were satisfied for that dreamlike pleasure.
Jenny cried out as her vagina contracted. A pulsating source of pleasure that she had opened up to herself. Her legs trembled. She held tightly enclosed the pole of the shower curtain. Asking and leaning forward, she stood in the warm, damp jet of the shower head for more moments as steam rose around her.
Diana awakened the loud squeaking of the tires from her daydreams. The jerk that went through the plane was only light, but it was enough to drop a strand of hair in her face. She brushes her dark red hair out of her face and looked through the window at Tegel's airfield. She still regretted that Tempelhof Airport had been closed. It was conveniently located for her, now she had to wait a long time before she could finally get into Olaf's car.
She informed her driver about her cell phone when she left the building. The afternoon spring sun warmed her skin insufficiently. Germany was a nice place, but it preferred the dry heat of the Mediterranean. If a conference in Sony Center did not require her presence tonight, Diana would have spent a few more days in the south of France or Spain – but the business was going on.
The countess made sure to increase her fortune. She never forgot to make sure she took more than she gave. Selflessness was something weak. And she didn't afford this luxury. At least not often.
Olaf turned into Oranienburger Straße. One of the most interesting pleasure miles in Germany. The sun had already moved behind a thick cloud cover that announced the nightly rain. The countess looked out of the tinted window at the young women who were waiting for suitors here. She had occasionally brought one of them to Olaf. None of them had really satisfied their desire, their lust. Whores could certainly satisfy their physical pleasure, but they could not touch their souls.
„ When will the next cage fight take place? “, She asked Olaf. She hoped to see Jenny there again. She missed the young thing, which had been so combative and yet so uncertain in her arms.
„ I can try to find out, "answered Olaf. He deliberately drove the car slowly so that the countess could look for a playmate for the night. Every now and then she liked one of the young things. Then she sent him to take her to a hotel room because she never took the prostitutes home.
„ Ask whether the girl will appear there again. We were her name again? “
„ Jenny Suroyo. I will inquire. Should I contact her directly? Maybe she agrees without ... “
„ No! “, Diana interrupted him abruptly. „ Just find out when it will appear next time. Now bring me to the conference, maybe there is at least something interesting there. “
The countess sighed loudly and sank back into the back seat. Raindrops hit the limousine disc. She had little hope that the conference would be more than a mandatory date. She knew all decisions and suggestions from the files. They would be read out again and the concerns of the politicians present would be wiped aside with a few donations. In the end, a nice win would jump out for everyone who participated tonight. Probably more money than an average family would make in their lives. She quickly suppressed this thought. The time when she demonstrated in Frankfurt as a student against everything and for a better world was long gone. In the meantime, she submitted to the world. „ But maybe you can find out where she lives. For all cases. “
Olaf smiled as he steered the limousine through the evening traffic.
Cold wind whipped the rain through the streets. It was almost as if the long arm of winter had stretched out its fingers for the city again. Instead of calm, gentle white, bullets made of frosty ice water now hit the city and wrapped it in a deafening drum fire.
Jenny was huddled in a corner of Quim's noodle bar. One of the few shops that were still open at the time. Quim was actually called Johannes and was the son of a German and a Thai woman. The exotic name was better for business, and so most guests called it Quim.
He had dropped out of college many years ago when he met and married the woman of his dreams in Berlin. Jenny knew Natascha from before. Five years ago she suddenly disappeared. Meanwhile, Jenny knew that Natascha had died of cancer. Sometimes she wondered what her two children were doing when her father was often 16 hours behind the counter here. Quims Nudelbar was their only source of income. Jenny knew what it was like to be alone as a little girl. But her mother hadn't left her alone because of the work, but to drink something in the pub.
Jenny often came here. As a girl, she had loved Bami Goreng here. In the meantime, her path mostly led past his shop when she stocked up new pills at the Kottbusser Tor. The pills had been expensive today, but the jar in her pocket would last a month. At least the last one had been enough. A year ago she had been out with a can three months ago.
At that time she only took the little pickers to have fun. In the meantime she needed her. They helped her get on her feet, they helped her fight. The young woman led the fork to her mouth listlessly. Half of the fried noodles were still resting in the bowl. She had been sitting there for over an hour. The rain had driven her in and held her. Quim was cleaning the hob. He probably didn't expect any more customers.
The door opened. Jenny's eyes fell on the two half-strengths that crowded in. At first she only recognized the knight boots. In Berlin the trademark of every second group. Punks, skins, autonomists and half a dozen other piles dressed in this sign. It was only when her gaze fell on the heavy leather jackets with the inscription „ Blood & Honor “ that she realized who she was up to: Skins – the worst kind. They were probably on the road now because the police could hardly be seen on the streets in the bad weather.
„ Hey you noodle, "one shouted loudly. Jenny's blood pressure skyrocketed. Her senses felt the danger. „ I'm talking to you, pasta. “
There was a lot of noise when one of the skins swept the decoration off the counter with a tubular steel. A porcelain vase broke and splinters slid across the tiled floor to Jenny's feet.
„ Please, I don't want any trouble, "John said soothingly to the neo-Nazis. He knew as well as she that the boys were only here to find trouble. Mixing up a shop like this meant fame and prestige in her scene. Jenny had risen and wanted to walk past the men. She liked Quim, but she didn't want to conflict with the two thugs.
„ Hey, what do we have here? “ One of the skins stood in her way, while the other pointed to the frightened shopkeeper with the tubular steel. „ Is that your hooker? Are you already sending small Turkish girls to buy “
Jenny bowed his head slightly to hide the fire in her eyes. Cold anger germinated in her. She wanted to break out every tooth of the guy individually, but she held back even if her body instinctively took a fighting position.
„ I'm not a hooker “, she hissed.
„ I determine that. Turk Fotze, "the skin replied scornfully. He reached for her and caught her chest. His fingers dug painfully into her soft flesh. He roughly pulled her as if he wanted to snatch part of her. „ Isn't there much ... “, he couldn't get any further. Jenny reached for his right hand and took a step back with his left foot. The laws of physics made the strong hats stagger forward. Before he could think clearly, her left knee hit him on the face. A surprising outcry was all she heard, then the boy fell to the ground. Her southern blood had reacted faster than she could think. Because the astonishment was written on her face as she found the neo-Nazi kneeling on the floor in front of her. But his companion didn't need long,to understand what had happened. With a martial scream and raised steel tube, he stormed towards the black-haired young woman. The attack was as if from the textbook. She had practiced him a thousand times at the age of 14 in the dojo. Her body reacted before she knew what she was doing. The kick hit the skin right on the chin. If he hadn't consisted of over 100 kilos of muscles and bones, he would probably have sailed back through the room. But so they both stumbled. Jenny was the first to get under control and danced to the door. The second skin also rattled again. Blood dripped from his nose.Her body reacted before she knew what she was doing. The kick hit the skin right on the chin. If he hadn't consisted of over 100 kilos of muscles and bones, he would probably have sailed back through the room. But so they both stumbled. Jenny was the first to get under control and danced to the door. The second skin also rattled again. Blood dripped from his nose.Her body reacted before she knew what she was doing. The kick hit the skin right on the chin. If he hadn't consisted of over 100 kilos of muscles and bones, he would probably have sailed back through the room. But so they both stumbled. Jenny was the first to get under control again and danced to the door. The second skin also opened again. Blood dripped from his nose.
„ You will pay for it, you damn bitch, "he roared and pulled a fighting dagger out of his jacket.
Jenny swirled to the exit. She fled out into the rainy night, closely followed by the two hell dogs. The young woman was quick. But the youthful thugs were also in good condition. Panic rose in her. What would happen if the skins could catch them? Survival instinct drove her body forward.
It didn't help. They came closer and closer to her step by step. Suddenly she felt a hand that grabbed her by her jacket. She stumbled. Together with the skin, she flew onto the pavement. He groaned loudly and dropped the tubular steel. A kick hit him unprepared on the face. Quiet crackling was heard next to the crackling of the rain. This time it had an effect. He hurled the boy to the ground and he first stayed on the sidewalk.
Jenny got up. She wanted to continue to flee. But the other one was already there. A first blow with the grooved dagger narrowly missed her. The second also only cut through the fabric of her jacket.
„ I slit you open, damn Turkish bitch. I slit your cunt and fuck you in the ass! “, roared the skin and stabbed again. She dodged again and countered his attack with a left hook against his chin. She only met him unclean and at the same time opened her cover to him. She hardly felt the blade when he hit her on the stomach. The ice-cold rain had long soaked her clothes and skin. Only a dull burning sensation was felt on the hypothermic skin.
A smile played around his lips. He had it. He would bleed her. The devilish grin had become a grimace of greed for blood. A greed for blood, a pleasure that wanted to be satisfied. Again ancient instincts played a role. Instincts and training. Jenny held on to his shoulder. She pulled herself against him. Her knee pushes his gun aside. Raised in a split second. Moments when she rose like an angel of death. Her knee thundered against the boy's chin and nose. When she released him, he howled like a beaten dog and fell back. Jenny joined again. This time she met between the legs. A scream of inhuman pain echoed through the otherwise deserted street. It only faded after a few hundred meters in the veil of rain.
She turns and ran away. It was only when she disappeared into the stomach of a subway a few minutes later that her head found time to process what had happened. Completely soaked, she sat alone in the compartment. Her black hair stuck to her. Her clothes put the damp cold on her skin. Burning her stomach became a throbbing. She looked down at herself and saw the blood that spilled from a wound on her right.
She checked the injury with her fingers. The cut was not deep. The blade had only hit her sideways and torn open the skin and muscle tissue. She tore a piece of cloth off her shirt and pressed it onto the wound to stop the bleeding. The pain became all the stronger. Jenny reached for the can in her jacket pocket with the other hand. She promoted two pills and swallowed them before making the can disappear into her pocket.
The subway stopped. She knew the station name. From here it was only a few hundred meters to your apartment. She rose in pain. The amphetamines did not work yet, but the young woman could not take this into account. She held the jacket protectively from the wound. Nobody should recognize what was going on while walking clumsily over the stairs.
You would probably have recognized it if you had watched them more closely, because their jeans on the right were dark red from their blood and rain. But nobody was there. The night and the rain had driven people into their homes. Jenny seemed to be alone in the world. A thought that pleased her at that moment and frightened her at the same time.
Fortunately, the door to her apartment did not resist, so she stood soaked and wounded in the narrow hallway. Three doors led from here to the bathroom, kitchen and bedroom. 35 square meters, that have been a home for them for over a year. The young woman operated the light switch in the hallway while stripping her jacket. The pain had subsided thanks to the drugs.
„ Hello Jenny, "raised a voice from the dark of her small room. Jenny winced.
„ Hello? “ The glimmer of light from the hallway only bathed the room in dim light. She recognized the vague outline of a woman sitting in her lounge chair adjacent to her bed. She had organized both of them when she dissolved the apartment. „ How did you get in here? “
„ Your landlord let me in. I hope you don't mind. You still remember me, don't you? “
It took Jenny to assign the costume, the facial features, the dark red hair in the faint light. „ Countess Diana? “ The surprise was clearly evident from her voice. At the same time there was this shame. At that moment the girl felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed. She put her hand protectively on the wound as if she wanted to protect herself from the countess. However, this caught their attention. She rose and walked towards her.
„ What happened to you? “, Diana asked and operated the light switch. Her scrutinizing look fell on the young woman standing in the door. He slid down her soaked long black hair, brushed her narrow southern face, wandered over her torn top and stopped on her blood-soaked pants.
„ Winner on the street, "said Jenny sheepishly. Diana reached for her hand and pulled her away from the wound.
„ You are injured. You need a doctor “
„ No, no doctor. It is already possible. “ She gritted her teeth when Diana let her bony fingers slide over the wound and pushed the fabric to the side.
„ This is dangerous. A doctor has to take care of that. “
„ No, I ... “ Diana's wonderful gaze silenced the young woman while the countess reached for her cell phone.
Diana's family doctor was there twenty minutes later. A middle-aged man with black-gray hair. A blonde nurse, thirty at the end, accompanied him. Until then, Jenny had told her the whole story with the skins. Only the matter with the drugs concealed them.
The doctor apparently understood his craft. He also did not complain about working conditions. Even though it was 2 a.m., he took care of his patient with full attention. Again and again he sent the nurse to get him things out of the car. However, this openly showed her aversion to Jenny and the circumstances.
„ I sewed the wound, "the doctor finally explained. „ You are very lucky. A centimeter lower and the cut could have hurt your kidney. Probably no big scar will remain. The association should stay on it for three days. Don't try to burden yourself too much next week. No swimming, no sport and preferably only wash with a sponge at this point. I'll leave you an ointment so it will heal faster. The threads will have completely dissolved in a few weeks. So you don't have to be treated again unless it ignites. If the wound should light up and fester, you should have a look again. Did you understand? “
Jenny nodded. She had let the wound, syringe, and sewing go without a sound. Her gaze had touched her patron's again and again. She still didn't really know why she was here. But it didn't feel right to ask about it at the moment.
The doctor turned to the countess: „ Can I do anything else for you? “
„ No thanks, that was probably all for today. Thanks for coming quickly. “
„ I do my best, countess. “
The doctor said goodbye to them and left the apartment with the nurse. It was almost 3 a.m. and Diana was left alone with Jenny. This reached for air. The drugs were still in full swing. She looked down at herself. The doctor had wrapped a bandage around her waist. Her top was torn to her breasts. With a sigh, she stripped it off and looked for something suitable in the rummage of her wardrobe. Her skin was still damp and she felt a cold breeze on her shoulder.
„ You are really lucky, "Diana breathed into her ear. The older woman was now behind her. Her hand gently touches her bare shoulder blades. Her lips gently touched the young woman's neck. They continued to slide gently to their necks. A cozy shiver flowed through her body. Jenny bit her lips. Her body, which had to endure so much tonight, longed for this tender touch. She closed her eyes and leaned against her closet, where there was as much chaos as in her feelings. Nothing seemed to fit, and yet it felt right. She felt the countess' lips slide over her sensitive skin – felt the throbbing blows of her heart as the woman slowly took possession of her.
„ Yes, "she whispered softly, almost tonelessly. Oh, how she longed for it. She eagerly stretched the buttocks towards her when a hand of the countess went deeper. The fingers slid over the fabric of the jeans, which nestled closely on their firm buttocks. She brushed her long black hair on the left over the shoulders of her playmate and kissed the completely unprotected neck again. Her lips breathed this fine proof of her affection on sensitive skin several times. Her hand wandered around Jenny's hip and stroked the exposed area between the pants and the bandage.
Jenny didn't dare ask why she was here. The fear of destroying this moment was too great. Then she felt the other hand wrapped around her. The nobles' fingers slid over their youthful breasts and brushed their buds. In the beginning it was just a slight approach to the long thin fingers. Then it became a foray of pleasure when the fingertips wrapped their blossoming bud, touched and lured. Again and again quiet, unarticulated lute came over the girl's lips –, this elicited a satisfied smile from her patron and drove her to continue.
Her other hand slid deeper and opened the jeans button. The zipper was slowly pulled down. The wet and bloody jeans still stuck to their slim legs like a second skin. Diana's fingers now wandered over the somewhat exposed panties. She gently stroked firm skin until she felt the soft, damp labia under the dark blue fabric.
Jenny hastily pulled air through her slightly open mouth. She trembled as the fingers slid through her widened column. Her heart was racing, her lungs were barely filled with air, her breath was so quick. The moment of excitement seemed to turn into infinity, then the countess turns the girl to herself. The eyes of the two women met for a never-ending blink of an eye, then their lips touched tenderly.
Neither of them knew who this kiss had started from, but when their lips opened slightly and their tongue tips met, this thought was already suppressed. The sensual play of their tongues overwhelmed both women at the same time. It was not a kiss for the sake of kissing. It was a conquest of a new world. Tender and at the same time so intense, like a supernova, she touched at that moment as intimately as both women had never felt. Her heads were empty, yet filled with the charm of the moment.
The lips of the two women separated completely out of breath. The elder took a step back and looked at the battered body of her playmate. The jeans were still close to their slim legs. Diana opened the buttons gently to her designer costumes. Slowly she brushed off the black jacket while her eyes didn't glide from the young woman, who also eyed her with shiny eyes.
Jenny looks at the countess motionless for a long time. An irritating silk blouse appeared under the jacket. The clumpy breasts of the businesswoman were unmistakably evident in it. Her gaze wandered deeper to the black skirt, which also went to her knees.
„ Do you want me to stay with you? “ Asked Diana, who felt safe from the answer. Jenny replied to the question of taking a step towards her, laboriously getting rid of her dirty jeans. Her hands touched the plump fruits wrapped in silk. They came closer and closer here in the confines of the small room. Her lips came closer and closer. Jenny gently wanders over Diana's cheek with her. The latter threw her head on the neck and exposed her tanned neck.
Jenny caressed the neck offered to her extensively. She knew how wonderful this feeling could be and now wanted to give these feelings. One hand kneaded the voluminous breasts while the other tenderly drove along Diana's spine. This had closed its eyes and was immersed in the emotional world of her youth. Her fingers stroked over the girl's back and pressed her at the same time.
They had both tasted wild passion. She both wanted each other to forget herself. They both felt each other's lust as their own. So Diana finally pulled her to her bed. She made sure that the wound didn't hurt too much and left the girl on her back. Her thighs rubbed against each other and her skirt had long slipped up to her hip. The countess' fingers wandered under the girl's panties and gently played around her clit. Again and again they lead through their moist shaved shame and thus distributed the moisture of their lust.
Meanwhile, Jenny continued to massage her breast. Slowly she opened the buttons to her blouse and released the breasts one after the other from the basket of the black lace bra. They kissed each other alternately with the tip of the tongue into the other's mouth. Punch gently into each other's lips. Again and again she groaned loudly when the countess pushed her finger into her damp pleasure hole and then immediately pulled back to increase her desire.
„ Yes ... please ... yes ... “, she groaned herself writhing under this erotic torture. She screamed for more, she screamed as she wished. Diana smiled contentedly. She leaned a little over her and drove her fingers further into the girl's tight hole, which wrapped so greedily around her fingers. She fucked her passionately. Touched internally, touched her externally, only eluded her to give her a wave of pleasure anew.
The sky suddenly seemed to explode in her head and Jenny turned black in front of her eyes. Her fingers slid off the countess' unnaturally firm breasts and clawed into the sheets. Her vagina shrugged wildly and a surge of her lust swelled out of her. The fingers stayed in her until the first wave subsided. Then Diana slowly pulled out her pleasure donors. The nectar of passion stuck to them and she gently leads the fingernails to the mouth of the girl struggling for reflection. The fingertip slid over the lips, which willingly opened to taste their own juice. She greedily sucked the salty sweet juice from her finger, which penetrated ever deeper into her mouth. The countess smiled satisfied. She finally took her finger from her and gently licked the remains of pleasure.
With her eyes closed, Jenny was now in her arms. She was still breathing far too quickly. Diana straightened up and looked down at the girl. Her facial features relaxed. She now stripped her blouse, bra and skirt herself, then grabbed the thin blanket and wrapped them both. Then she operated the light switch, which was easily accessible from the bed in the small room.
When her body nestled again on the hot-boiling body of the young woman, she felt a slight emotion. The lips of the beautiful southern woman touched hers without being asked and she felt her hand and that of the blanket against her shame. Surprisingly, the countess flinched this time. She hadn't expected that there was still so much vitality in the young body, but then she felt the young fingers stripping again through her column. Her panties were already soaking wet. Thanks to the wafer-thin silk fabric, Jenny now skillfully rubbed the woman's swollen labia. Again and again she expanded it and roamed through the damp meat in between. The older woman widened her legs willingly.
„ Oh, yes. You do well, "she breathed to her. Jenny took this as an incentive. She accelerated the play of her fingers and did not have to touch the clit too hard so as not to turn pleasure into pain. Her movements were supported by Diana's pelvis, which she rhythmically pressed against her.
She gently kissed the older woman's neck as her fingers continued to massage her through the wafer-thin panties. Their movements became faster and faster. Her lips met passionately for a kiss. Their tongues fused into one unit. Then the time had come. A flash of ecstasy shot through her body from Diana's head. The lute she uttered first resembled a loud bark, which then turned into a primal scream, which was certainly still heard on the street. Her abdomen trembled and tons of her love affair swelled on the sheet.
Exhausted, the two women fell into each other's arms. Everyone listened to the heartbeat of the others. Everyone felt the warm breath of life of the others. So they fell asleep intertwined. Without pain, without suffering, only filled with the deep satisfaction of the moment.
Olaf opened the newspaper. „ Young people beaten up by extreme left thugs, "he read the headline aloud. A gang of autonomous thugs apparently had two young people who thought they were young people who thought they were skinheads, completely ready for hospital. The two young men aged 17 and 18 were attacked in Kreuzberg around midnight yesterday. The police have no hot trail yet.
Olaf shook his head and looked at his cell phone worriedly. His mistress still hadn't called. When he read such news, he was worried. Finally, he had dropped her off in Neukölln last night after leaving the conference in an upset manner. Hopefully she hadn't run into these thugs' arms.
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