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happiness in the arms of a woman because I know I will never find it with a man."

Trude Ruttinger preferred women her own age; she never considered one of those eighteen or nineteen-year-olds. She liked women who knew what they were doing and knew what they wanted her to do to them.

However, next to her sat one of the most beautiful young women she'd ever seen and she was vulnerable.

To Fraulein Ruttinger's surprise, young Lillian put her head on the older woman's shoulder. "I-I-I could use the guidance of a mature woman like yourself," she mumbled sincerely through her tears.

Then her arms were around Trude, and their eyes met, "please, Fraulein, please."

"Lillian, you know this is highly unusual. Come to my flat this evening, but I make no promises. Now, go home. I will explain to your classmates that you aren't feeling well."

Between Lillian leaving, and her arrival at Trude's flat, the Director of the Band of German Maidens Faith and Beauty section could think of little else. Her dearest friend, and today you might say partner, Paulette. was with der Fuehrer's entourage in Nuremburg where he was giving a rousing speech to thousands.

Now, Lillian was here and Paulette's tasty pussy was not.

Young Lillian was hesitant when she arrived, but "Fraulein Trude, I have decided to put myself in your hands." She unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood there, not like a model but like a girl unsure of herself, which she was.

Trude Ruttinger stared. Lillian's full bra covered her breasts. Those breasts were full, but barely a hint of cleavage was exposed. Down below, her panties were like the shorts track athletes wore at the time. They were satin and came to mid-thigh.

"Lillian, you are lovely. Since you came here tonight, I assume you know what you want. Do you know what you want?"

"No Fraulein. I am yours. I've never done anything like this."

"Come with me." Trude Ruttinger led her to her bedroom and to her bed which she often shared with Paulette.

They sat on the bed. "Ummm, Fraulein Ruttinger . . ."

"Please call me Trude."

"Yes, well Trude, I suppose you want to see them." Young Lillian reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and let it fall off her shoulders.

Trude gasped. Before Paulette, she'd been with a number of women, usually women in their thirties and forties, with an occasional woman in her fifties. None of them had breasts like young Lillian. Those women were starting to sag.

Of course, Trude had seen them before, but never so up close, and Lillian clearly was giving her every opportunity to enjoy them.

Her dear Paulette had small mounds with adorable pink nipples, but like Trude, Paulette was in her late thirties.

"Lillian, I have to tell you, you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen."

"Thank you, Trude, but could you call them titties, I think that is so risqué?"

"Of course." She called Paulette's breasts ‘her lovelies,' while Paulette called Trude's ‘her Alps.' As in, ‘Trude, can I play in the Alps this morning?" Then Trude would mount her and rub her Alps in Paulette's face. Yes, they were that big.

It was the first time they were together, and Trude put her breasts in Paulette's face. "Trude, they're so beautiful and so big. This one is like the Bavarian Alps," she kissed Trude's left breast. Then she kissed her right one: "Trude, I think this one is like the Austrian Alps." From then on when Paulette played, she played in the Alps.

Best of all Paulette liked playing in the big blonde jungle between Trude's legs. Paulette's tongue liked playing in that big blonde jungle.

Young Lillian's weren't that big, but they were perfect orbs. Trude started kissing those titties all over; not just her nipples and soon the two of them fell back on the bed where Trude's tongue, lips and mouth found enjoyment.

For Lillian this was all a first. Not the first time her breasts had been touched; that happened in her training, but by men, which sickened her. Now, it was a woman.

She sighed audibly when Trude's tongue played, massaged, licked her pink nipples which were standing erect. Those sighs became moans when Trude's lips gently sucked them.

The young woman held Trude's face against her breasts. "Oh Fraulein, yes, oh yes, this is what I needed; the touch of a woman. Thank you. I've never felt anything like this."

Neither had Trude. Lillian's breasts were indeed extraordinary or as I wrote above: perfect. Trude's tongue played and played just as Paulette played with her Alps.

However, Trude Ruttinger was an adult woman closing in on forty-years-old, just like men that age, titties weren't going to be enough.

She slid her hand between Lillian's legs; she could feel the young girl flinch. "Lillian, did you mean it when you said you were in my hands? Do you still mean it?"

"Yes, Fraulein. I'm nervous but I'm moist thinking what you might have in store for me."

Trude giggled, rubbing Lillian's pussy through her satin panties, "I can feel your dampness. Perhaps, you should take them off. Would you like me to help you?"

"I can do it myself."

While Lillian finished undressing, Trude took off her dress. Her bra revealed a deep cleavage created by those Alps, and her panties were cut similar to today's bikini style.

Immediately her hand went between Lillian's legs. "You are indeed moist," she said as she gently slid a finger up and down her slit. Not inserting it, but massaging her pronounced inner labia with just her fingertip.

"Lillian, you are lovely, with the most beautiful titties, but a woman like me wants to enjoy the taste of a woman, not just touch her."

The young woman had no idea what she was talking about. "Taste?"

"Here, let me show you. I promise I'll be gentle and I don't bite." Very slowly, Trude's mouth left those glorious tits and soon passed Lillian's belly button.

In an age when women did not do any grooming, trimming or even touching down there, Lillian's bush like her hair was blonde. A yellower than yellow and unruly. Except for the yellow Trude Ruttinger had seen it all before. It was indeed a jungle; a blonde jungle.

Not that she was unfamiliar with blondes; it was just that Lillian's pussy was blonder than any woman she'd ever seen, and there was so much of it.

"Lillian, you are a vision," she said sincerely, anxious to not just look.

"Are you sure? Fraulein Trude, I always thought my pussy was ugly."

"On the contrary, my dear, you look gorgeous." It was then that Trude's tongue started. Essentially, her tongue replaced what her finger had been doing: sliding up and down Lillian's slit, playing with her prominent inner labia.

The young girl sighed. Trude's tongue pressed a little harder, opening her pussy a little wider. Lillian's soft sighs became moans. "Fraulein Trude, I've never felt anything like this. Please don't stop."

Trude couldn't talk because her tongue was busy, but there was no chance she'd stop. There was never a more delicious pussy than young Lillian's and by this time you should know Trude had sampled a lot of pussy. Her beloved Paulette's delectable pussy, which Trude told her every time her tongue tasted her was exquisite.

She'd been anxious for Paulette to get home, but now, at least for the moment, she hoped she'd stay away an extra few days.

Paulette's pussy was delectable. But not delectable like nineteen-year-old Lillian.

Trude felt Lillian's hips began to move, and her feet were on Trude's back. "It's time," the older woman thought.

Her tongue found Lillian's clitoris. It was a prominent button and the things her tongue had done to Lillian's pussy had it engorged. It was bigger than Paulette's petite, but sensitive clitoris.

For a moment, the name Bertha Buscher flashed through Fraulein Trude Ruttinger's mind. She was her first. At the time, Trude was eighteen, and Frau Busch was almost sixty. She was a big, big woman, and at the time Trude smiled at the thought: how appropriate: big Bertha Buscher has a big bush.

Frau Buscher's bush wasn't just big; her clitoris was half the size of Trude's little finger, and when the old woman showed Trude how to manipulate it with her tongue, Bertha went crazy, humping, bouncing, squeezing Trude's face between her massive thighs.

The old lady was loud, too, making noises Trude had never heard before. It was then that the eighteen-year-old realized she was being fucked by a woman.

For the next year, she was Bertha Buscher's personal pussy eater as the older woman taught her how to please women. She was at Frau Buscher's beck and call. Whenever she called her, Trude would drop whatever she was doing and Bertha would spend hours fucking her face. Sometimes on her knees and sometimes Frau Buscher rode her face.

Frau Buscher was so pleased with how skillful Trude had become that she passed her around to her friends, all women her age; some who'd never been pleased by a woman or pleased a woman.

"Fraulein Trude, once you've pleased Frau Holzer come back here and Frau Buscher will allow you the pleasure of tasting her delicious pussy. You do find Frau Buscher's pussy delicious, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Of course you do. Now before you visit Frau Holzer find my pussy delicious one more time."

Since then, she'd searched for women who had a large clitoris and who would fuck her like old Frau Buscher. There'd been a few. Paulette wasn't one of them, but she had other skills. Her tongue work was such that Trude Ruttinger involuntarily fucked Paulette's face. It didn't happen sometimes; it happened every time.

Now, she wanted to do the same to Lillian. Her tongue softly played with her clitoris until Lillian began to squirm; then she moved faster and her hips, legs and ass began to move.

Trude smiled. Lillian Fletcher was fucking her face. Trude mumbled, "like that, Lillian, like that. That's a good girl. You're pussy is luscious."

For the next week, Trude's tongue did young Lillian's pussy every day.

Following her menstrual period, Trude started again, but this time invited Lillian to bathe with her. "Lillian, you have a lovely pussy, but we want it inviting for your assignment. You do know what your assignment is, don't you?"

"Only in general terms. I'm sure I'll be given more information when I'm ready."

For the next few hours, Trude trimmed and shaved Lillian's wild pubic hair until it was a perfect gorgeous blonde triangle. It took so long because Trude couldn't resist using her tongue time and time again.

Eventually, she finished. "Lillian, when you get to the United States, the Americans will find you irresistible." Trude gave her pussy a kiss, which led to a tongue kiss, which led to a clitoral kiss.

Two weeks later, as they both rested after Trude's tongue made Lillian scream and moan with delight, Trude was resting her head on Lillian's gorgeous titties, while Lillian was stroking Fraulein Ruttinger's hair. "Fraulein, I hope I am not out of line, but when are you going to teach me to please a woman?"

"Is that something you're anxious to learn, Lillian?"

"I don't know, but I'd like to please you the way you make me feel, and I know it is for the Reich and the glory of der Fuehrer."

"Well then Lillian, I suggest that you introduce yourself to my pussy. It's waiting whenever you're ready."

Lillian didn't do anything for a while. She took a couple of deep breaths and continued to stroke Trude's hair.

Finally, she moved between Fraulein Ruttinger's legs. "Take your time, Lillian. It's all yours whenever you're ready."

Trude Ruttinger had never seen anything like it, once there, Lillian Fletcher didn't hesitate. She was a fast learner. "Just a little higher, Lillian, a little higher. Yeah, ooooooooh, yeah, right there."

Best of all Lillian didn't quit; she just ate and ate.

For the next two weeks, Trude and Lillian switch on and off doing each other, but it was mostly Lillian learning how to eat pussy. They didn't 69; they wouldn't have known the term, nor did they consider it.

With the girls who were going to use their sexual talents to lure American, French and Englishmen to reveal vital information, Director of the Band of German Maidens, Faith and Beauty section, Trude Ruttinger offered them to senior military officers. "General, I'd like your opinion. I need to know if she's ready." Of course, they also trained with men like Lowe and Eberhart von Plotz.

It was different with girls like Lillian Fletcher. Trude Fletcher passed her around to her "friends." Women like herself. "Trude, she'll be marvelous. Lillian has the sweetest pussy and her tongue got better every time she did me."

TO BE CONTINUED

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