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The sultry German sun streamed through the windows of the old farmhouse, casting warm shafts of light across the rug where Ute and Klaus lay entwined. Ute’s ample bosom heaved with each labored breath, her rosy nipples puckering in the comparative coolness of the room. Klaus’s weathered hands roamed eagerly over the soft curves of her mature body, teasing and caressing every pliant inch of her flesh.

“Mein Gott, Ute,” Klaus growled in her ear. “You drive me wild, Frau. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.”

Ute shivered with delight, arching her back to push her breasts into Klaus’s broad hands. “Then take me, Klav,” she purred. “claim your prize.”

Klaus’s lips crashed against hers in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste her sweetness. One large hand palmed Ute’s heavy breast, kneading and rolling the nipple between his fingers until she whimpered into his mouth.

Abruptly, Klaus sat back on his haunches, eyes glinting wickedly. “Oh, I intend to, liebling. But a gentleman never comes alone…”

He stood and strode to a side door, throwing it open to reveal a smaller bedroom. Standing apprehensively just inside, arms crossed over her petite frame, was a young woman with honey-colored hair and bright green eyes.

“Lena,” Klaus called softly. “Come in, liebling. Meet your new mother.”

The girl hesitated, then stepped forward with the wary, halting steps of a rabbit venturing from its burrow. She came to stand before her lover and his bride, glancing between them with uncertainty.

Klaus placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her neck. “Do not be afraid, mein Schatz. Frae Ute is a warmhearted woman who desires nothing more than to make you feel cherished and desired.”

Lena’s gaze flicked to Ute, who offered a warm smile. “Klav’s right, liebling. I’m so very glad to have you with us like this.” Ute patted the carpet beside her invitingly. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Lena’s breath hitched, but she slowly unfolded her arms and sank to her knees. Nervously, she reached out to brush her fingers over Ute’s breasts, marveling at their heavy softness.

Ute’s head lolled back as a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. “Mmm, Klav, your girl has such a sweet touch.”

“Lena, mein Stern, explore to your heart’s content,” Klaus encouraged, his voice husky with desire. “Taste every inch of your new lover’s divine skin.”

Emboldened by his words, Lena leaned forward andpressing a soft kiss to the rounded crest of Ute’s breast. Ute shuddered and cradled Lena’s head to her chest, cradling the young woman close as she suckled greedily at her nipple, sending jolts of electric sensation straight to Ute’s core.

Klaus watched the debauched sight of his paramour and his bride coupling so wantonly, one hand stroking his engorged member as the other kneaded Lena’s slender flank. ” Join them,” he rumbled. “Take Ute’s untouched flower and make her moan your name.”

Nodding, Lena shifted lower on Ute’s body, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the valley between her breasts, over her taut belly, until she could bury her face between the older woman’s thighs.

“Oh, Gott,” Ute keened, threading her fingers through Lena’s silken locks. “Yes, mein Schatz, just like that.”

Lena’s tongue probed Ute’s dripping folds, lapping at her sweet nectar as she teased the sensitive bud of Ute’s clit. Klaus watched, stroking himself rapidly now, his breathing ragged with need.

Then, with a growl of “join me,” he knelt behind Lena, his rigid cock pressing insistently at the tight ring of her virgin hole. “Tell me this is what you want, Lena mein Stern,” he rumbled as he circled his hips, lubricating his member with her wetness.

“Yes,” Lena mewled against Ute’s mound. “Take me, Klav. Make me yours.”

At her breathy entreaty, Klaus notched his engorged head against her entrance and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in Lena’s tight channel. Lena cried out, her nails digging into Ute’s soft thighs as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

“Shh, mein Schatz,” Ute soothed, petting Lena’s hair. “Let the pleasure take you. Focus on my scent, my taste. Let it wash over you like a warm tide.”

Lena’s tongue swirled over Ute’s throbbing bud and the older woman bucked with a sharp cry of ecstasy. Behind her, Klaus groaned, his hips pumping steadily as he tested Lena’s snug passage.

“Gott, Lena, you are so tight,” he grunted, fingers digging into the give of her hips. “I’ve never felt anything so exquisite.”

As Klaus pistoned into her from behind, Lena renewed her assault on Ute’s aching sex, suckling her clit between her lips, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. Ute undulated her hips, grinding her dripping flower against the girl’s sweet mouth, seeking that elusive peak.

The room filled with the lewd sound of wet flesh meeting wet flesh, fragrant with the heady musk of aroused bodies. Ute keened, her inner muscles spasming as her orgasm crashed over her. Her voice joined the litany of grunts and moans from the lovers moving against and within her.

Wanton cries peaked suddenly to wails of completion as Klaus slammed forward one final time, his thick seed shooting deep into Lena’s quivering passage. Ute held her lovers close, riding out the aftershocks on wave after wave of euphoria.

As the trio collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting and sated, Klaus gathered his women to him, pressing kisses to their foreheads.

“I love you, Ute,” he professed fervently. “Thank you for giving me the honor of a family.”

Ute smiled mistily up at him, one hand petting Lena’s hair. “And I have you to thank for this lovely young rose. I think we’ll make each other very happy.”

Lena yawned, nestling her head in the curve of Ute’s neck. “I love you both,” she murmured, exhaustion tugging at her. “This already feels like home.”

And so, entwined, they drifted off to sleep, with the fragrance of sex heavy on the air and hope and promise glimmering on the horizon of this new, happy life they’d begun to build together.