The Eaglet turns the tables

The Baroness smiled, her large upper teeth glinting in the darkened room. Her heady perfume and cigarette smoke combined with the smell of the top-shelf whisky and encircled the young pilot, who sat nervously on the other end of the couch, his legs crossed to avoid showing outwardly what he was feeling inwardly.

"So, Hermann. Are you enjoying your new-found fame? Any maedchen in your life?" she said, her smoky voice echoing in the small parlor.

Graf shifted uncomfortably, the ash on his cigarette lengthening as the liquor in his glass diminished.

"No luck, Freiin von Richthofen. I mean, there was this young actress, Jola, but she is dumber than two slices of bread rubbed together. She knew nothing about soccer!" he murmured.

"But was she good in the bedroom?"

"I didn't get that far."

"Are you a virgin, Herr Oberst?"

The question seemed to deeply embarass the young eagle, who stood up suddenly to refill his glass.

"No, no, Freiin von Richthofen. I am not. I know what it is like to be with a woman. I know what to do to make them like me. I just did not like her. She has a nice ass -- pardon me - " Graf suddenly stopped as the Baroness chuckled softly.

"Go on, Hermann. I've heard worse from my brother Lothar."

"Just not enough in the front to interest me. I like them larger, more mature, more.... it's hard to say. And at the Eastern Front, you don't have much of a choice. Herr Hitler asked me a question the other day and I nearly choked on that whateveritwas he was serving us."

"Ach, he asked you about the 'fine young ladies' of the eastern front, did he? He asked me the same thing about Gulle Oesau and Galland, and worse about General Udet. He assumes that I sleep around to maintain my position, since I do not support him."

Graf sat unconsciously closer to the Baroness, his thin leg warm against hers. "You're not a party member? We of the Ostfront were always of the impression, I mean, well, your cousin Freiherr Wolfram von - "

"Ulf? Ulf is a blind fanatic. I am not. I am of the old order. Though, it did not serve your particular class of people well either. I only play the game to make sure my lands, my title and my name are held with honor. I would be stupid to be a member of a party that denigrates women and keeps them barefoot, pregnant and waiting for their men to come home from the war. I am a woman, that is true; and I have appetites. But I am not a mother, never will be and never will subject myself to such an idiotic contract such as marriage. Sure, Gulle and I were together - but realize he is 13 years my junior - as you are 12 - and you young ones need young women - to fuck, to marry, to breed with and make Germany strong again. I can teach you what to do to your young ladies so they never leave your side, but as for me? Ha, those days of chasing, courting and marriage are over. They were over in 1916." mused the Baroness, leaning farther back in the loveseat and stubbing out her fragrant cigarette in the amber-colored ashtray.

Graf was silent for a moment, staring into his glass, swirling the ice cubes about.

"You're like no woman I've ever met, Freiin von Richthofen. Most women are simpering little ninnys that coo and fawn over the 'heroes' - but you - you talk to us like equals. You are like a mother to the younger boys in the Luftwaffe - the avenging angel who comes to the field to either take us to Valhalla or give us comfort. But to others, you are more than that. I see how the Legion Kondor gruppe looks at you. Major Oesau may have his Annelise, but there are days I know he still thinks of the time you and he were together. General Galland - he told me some things I should not repeat."

"Ach, Dolfo. He says some dirty things, that boy. He's got more women on a string that I have kills on my tail." Karena laughed, gently caressing Graf's knee.

Graf swallowed heavily, a jolting pain striking his loins. "I ah... how many kills do you have? There are rumours it is 30, 40, the same as your brother Manfred...."

"I stopped flying combat after the Polish Campaign, after..... Ernst died. I have 40 to my name, and that is all I will have, barring a need for my presence in the air again. But Dicke, that fat ignorant piece of shit, will not allow me in the air unless things 'get desperate' according to him." Karena rose from the loveseat and approached the whisky decanter, her hips swaying to and fro as she walked.

Graf's eyes were drawn to the lines on her hose, traveling from her strapped heels all the way up to the backs of her knees, wondering what the rest of her legs looked like. Another painful tug below the belt made him flinch reflexively, and he downed the rest of his alcohol in a single draught. He rose unsteadily to his feet and approached the Baroness, who was pouring herself another drink.

"Freiin von Richthofen?" he whispered carefully, resting his hand on the table, leaning over to look at the Baroness' neck, the soft reddish hairs curling about her nape.

"Hermann?"

Karena was aware of the tall young man standing behind her, the heat from his body as he leaned against her painfully evident. She leaned back and pressed herself against him, pretending to be unsteady. Graf wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her, and she placed her hand on top of his.

"I was sorry I was so shy earlier this evening. I frequently don't know what to do in social situations. I'm not a society beau. I hate it, in fact. But I did enjoy tonight."

"Hermann, you need no apologies. I hate the bustle of the high society myself. And once I get a hold of Dolfo for setting us up like this, I am going to...."

Karena stopped suddenly as the young pilot turned her to face him, kissing her firmly on the lips. She reached up and ran her hands through his dark locks, pulling him closer and relishing in the physical contact.

Graf pulled back abruptly, his face unreadable in the darkening room.

"I am sorry, Freiin von Richthofen. Perhaps I have had too much to drink, but....I hope I did not offend you."

Karena looked up at the young pilot standing before her, her green eyes heavy with alcohol and desire. "No offense, Herr Oberst. But perhaps, if this is to continue in a similar vein, we should retire elsewhere?"

Graf swallowed heavily again, his head swimming with emotion. "S..sure. But where?"

Karena smiled deviously, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "This is Dicke's house. There are rooms upstairs. I know where they are, and where one suite is with a locking door. Shall we?"

Graf nodded silently, his gray eyes wide in surprise. Alfred had mentioned that he might get lucky, but he never imagined he would actually be alone, in a bedroom, with Freiin von Richthofen. He followed the Baroness out of the parlor and into the hallway, his hand at the small of her back. Together, they ascended a small staircase and walked a short distance down the hallway.

Suddenly, Graf pressed the Baroness up against the wall and kissed her again, more forcibly than the last time. His hands tore at the bodice of her evening gown, attempting to reach for the firm mounds of flesh that were trapped within. He pushed up the hem of her dress and lightly snapped a garter against her thigh, laughing low in his throat as she gasped at the sudden pain.

"Karena.... Karena... where is this room? Hurry." he whispered urgently.

Karena gently took Hermann by the hand and turned the knob on the door adjacent to them. "Here."

Hermann pushed her through the door and locked it firmly behind him, taking a heavy armchair and placing it against the door for further security. He watched the Baroness as she lit the oil lamps and opened the small cabinet in the corner of the room, taking out more schnapps and pouring them each a glass. She downed hers in a single pass, and indicated that Hermann should do the same.

Graf declined the alcohol, and went straight for his prize as she sat on the edge of the bed, attempting to take off her ankle strapped heels.

"No." he said darkly, his hand staying hers. "Leave them on. Take off your dress. Slowly. I want to watch."

Karena looked up at the young man standing in front of her, his face a perfect picture of controlled desire. His grey eyes flashed steel in the soft light of the room and brooked no disobedience. Slowly, carefully, she removed one shoulder and then the other, reaching behind her to take the zipper down. She stood up and slowly peeled the dress off her body, revealing her mature curves to the young eagle. The dress pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of it towards Graf, who held up his hand to stop her.

"No. Stop. Right there. Take down your hair and then turn around." Graf watched Karena obey him intently, reaching for the schnapps on the table and sipping it slowly, the fire in his loins starting to burn painfully.

Karena turned around and presented herself to Hermann, her hourglass shape highlighted by the strapless corset she wore, the garter straps dark against her pale skin. She trembled slightly in the chilly room, her graying auburn hair tumbling in curls to the middle of her back.

Graf unbuttoned his coat and loosened his tie, undressing quickly as he barked another order. "Bend over."

Karena obeyed him silently, her elbows resting on the edge of the bed, her legs pressed together, her ass a perfect heart shape framed by the straps of her garter belt. She heard Graf exhale sharply behind her, and the whisper of clothing as it was removed.

Graf came up swiftly behind the Baroness and snapped each of her straps in quick sucession, delighting in the gasps and jiggle of her flesh as he did so.

"Karena, did you think that because you are older, more mature, that every young eagle would bow to your orders, do what you wished, accept willfully your training? You were sorely mistaken. I am an Oberst, I command my own Geschwader, and I am not accustomed to taking orders. In fact, dear dear lady, I give them. Turn around, and pay this hero his due homage." Graf said as he grasped Karena's hair and turned her to come face to face with his burgeoning erection.

Karena looked up at Hermann, his eyes half-lidded with passion, his small mouth twisted into an expression of sardonic lust.

"Saugen mein shwanse... schnell." his voice rumbled deep in the pit of her belly.

Karena licked her lips and stared up at Hermann, pausing for a moment.

"Schnell!" he hissed, pressing her face against him.

Karena needed no further prodding. She took Graf's hardened flesh into her mouth and gasped as he suddenly thrust forward, forcing her to take it all at once into her throat, his moan of pleasure echoing in her ears. Graf's hands tangled in her hair as he rocked back and forth, the tightening sensation in his loins becoming nearly unbearable. He removed himself abruptly from her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed, pinning her arms above her head.

Karena moaned softly as Graf took each nipple in turn into his mouth, teasing, nibbling, sucking. She writhed beneath him and gasped as he traveled downwards, releasing her hands. Graf lingered at her hips and slowly pulled her legs apart, pausing to stare at the tightly curled triangle of hair that guarded her most delicate secret.

Graf kissed the mons gently and traveled further south, his tongue and teeth finding the little button of pleasure seated within. He took a long, lingering taste of her fragrant folds, digging his fingers hard into her thighs as he did so. Karena's cries of surprise and pleasure rang in his ears, each pulse of his hammering heart matching hers as he continued his oral onslaught.

Hermann felt Karena start to tremble beneath him, her moans growing breathy, and he knew he was close to attaining that which he desired most to hear. Not seconds later, she convulsed beneath him, her hips bucking as she bit her hand to keep herself from crying out too loudly.

Graf laughed softly as he rose from between her thighs, resting his oddly-angled chin on her softly rounded stomach. In the soft light of the bedroom, the woman underneath him appeared younger than her 42 years, her full breasts held high and firm by her corset, each section of her bared skin as fresh as a woman half her age. He saw now why Oesau and Galland always mentioned her with a faraway look in their eyes; and he was determined to make sure she remembered him with that same dreamy look.

When you think of me, Freiin von Richthofen, I want you to be as wet then as you are now, he mused, his erection reminding him painfully of the need for release.

"Karena... Karena...Ich will dich ficken." Hermann murmured softly, coming up to lay full length upon her, pulling her legs up to rest on his shoulders, the buckles of her heels digging into the flesh of his neck.

"Hermann.... please....I..." Karena gasped as she felt the pressure of the young eagle at her entrance.

"Not a word, Karena. Not a single word." Hermann said as he thrust home, his teeth gritting as he tried to hold himself back. He reached for Karena's wrists and held them again over her head with a single hand, the other one roaming freely at her breasts, pinching, rolling, pulling at her erect nipples.

Karena moaned softly as she rocked her hips to meet Graf's, her eyes rolled nearly into the back of her head with pleasure. She gasped and trembled as she felt him pull out and reenter slowly again and again, the maddening torment of the motion making her knees weak. She began to moan louder as she felt herself build again to a thunderous climax, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as Hermann clasped a quick hand over her mouth to stifle her screams.

Graf felt her contract around him, the final straw to his own orgasm. With a rumble that ended in a roar muffled by her breast, he spasmed against her, dropping her legs from his shoulders and seizing her hips as he thrust into her repeatedly, his pleasure furthered by her teeth on his shoulder.

The two lovers collapsed into a heap on the bed, Karena's legs still firmly entwined about Graf's waist, her hair in damp curls on her forehead, panting with exhaustion.

Graf rolled reluctantly off Karena and fumbled for his pack of cigarettes, handing one to Karena and lighting it for her, then lighting one himself. He took a long drag and reclined back on the bed, wrapping an arm around his prize.

Ja, das war ein geiler Fick, he thought to himself, absentmindedly caressing one of Karena's breasts. General Galland was right - except for one thing - she could be conquered; and he was the one that had accomplished that task. All the thoughts of Jola, the other women he had been with and loved faded slowly from his mind as he lay next to the Baroness, who smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder.

I will keep this one for a long time, he thought. She may reject me in time, but for now, she is mine.

"Hermann, what are you thinking?" murmured Karena, tracing circles on the young man's chest.

"This, my dear Baroness, is the start of a beautiful friendship. And there is more tonight than just what just occurred. Are you able to continue?"

"Ach, Hermann, in time. In time. First, some more schnapps." said Karena, smiling again, her eyes nearly closed, small glints of emerald flashing in the light.

Yes, more schnapps. And then, more Baroness.... in ways you never thought possible, thought Hermann as the mental picture of the mature body of the Baroness restrained on the bed, blindfolded, helpless to defend herself, her firm ass pointed in his direction caused his member to stir once more.