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 Billy in 1937 by Joe.

   This is the third offering.  It follows on from Billy in 42 & 41 B.C.

   Just before Christmas Prof called me from the University labs and asked
me to drop in for what he called "a chat".  This was in '03 of course and I
was well rested from my earlier outings.  I rather suspected that it might
turn out to be a little more strenuous than talk, but I usually enjoyed the
outcomes of his activities, so I went round that afternoon prepared for
anything.  Once ensconced in an armchair in his study, and with a beer
within easy reach, I settled down to hear his new proposal.  This scheme
had so many odd ramifications that it took us all night to discuss even the
most obvious problems, and we never did talk out some of the things that
could go wrong.  My second Roman excursion had - more by luck than good
judgement - landed both of us in very healthy financial situations.  It had
turned out that the assortment of coins, weapons, and general artifacts I
had buried and then dug up last year had been auctioned off for more than
enough cash to keep us for both of us for life.  Hence the new visitation
that we were discussing was of a more altruistic nature, although I could
see the imminent chance of an extra curricular shagging session on the
side. The Prof had this notion that if we managed to exert some
non-beneficial influence on one of the prime industrialist prior to the
second world war, there was a chance we might reduce a lot of the allied
casualties.  We knew that this Krupps character would be on holiday in
Monte Carlo in the June of 1937, and he seemed our best chance.  We agreed
if we could get this guy discredited thoroughly enough there was a good
chance he would never build those abominations called Light Weight Battle
Aircraft, or as they were popularly called Flying Forts.  These
monstrosities were off- shoots of the old Zeppelins but they carried dozens
of tons of bombs and were so heavily armed that none of our aircraft could
get near them.  If we managed this then perhaps Birmingham and Coventry
would never have been bombed off the face of the earth.  It couldn't be
anything as crude as an assassination or as obvious as a bribe, so we
thought that the best approach would be blackmail of some description, and
to complicate matters we had already found out that that he was totally
hetro-sexual and rolling in cash.  "How would you feel about a cross-over
transfer this time." Prof asked, "There are no problems this end, but I
don't know whether you could handle it.  It would mean a drastic change in
your attitude you know." Any challenge to my abilities was the traditional
red rag to a bull in my state of mind, "Of course I can do it," I bristled
back, "Anyway, what do you mean precisely, would I be older or something?"
"No," he hesitated, "I was thinking of, ...well...  perhaps,...what about
going as a girl?  I could guarantee you would be fairly young and
attractive.  In fact it would be a basic requirement if you were going to
catch his attention." That was where I made my big mistake, instead of
refusing point blank, I hesitated to think and the Prof immediately raced
off outlining his plans and I was never given the chance to back out.  So
here I am, and boy, what a pickle I wound up in.  On second thoughts revise
that to GIRL, in capital letters.  This time I woke up on a quite
comfortable bed, in a tiny attic with the smell of the sea wafting through
the open window.  I stirred in my usual fashion, rolled over and scratched
my belly, then almost passed out in shock - my prized manhood was gone,
yes, totally vanished.  A few seconds of panic stricken mind searching
obviously showed me why, but it did prove the point the ones basic humanity
is very deeply ingrained.  As promised, I was for the next two days going
to be a girl.  I very quickly set about investigating the possibilities by
tossing off the covers and having a close look at my new body.  True to his
word Prof had selected a prize specimen for me.  I found myself wearing the
shape and persona of a nubile blonde haired female, with curves and muscles
in all the right places.  A quick run through the brain patterns told me my
host spoke perfect French, German, and English, and had an excellent
general education, the only inconvenience was that she had no money and had
run away from home to "have some fun" as she phrased it.  Now for the
emotions, I slowly ran my fingers over the full curves of her, no my,
breasts and as I gently teased the large pink nipples I was delighted to
feel an almost overpowering tingling quiver through my young body.  The
next obvious move was to slide my hands down over the flat muscles of my
belly and probe my finger tips through the soft down covered lips of my
tender little pussy.  Almost instantly I felt a moistness develop and the
hard bud of my clitoris swell under my probing.  By squeezing the vaginal
lips open with two fingers, and pushing the hood of my clit back I was
fully exposed to a soft stroking from the tip of my index finger.  I
instantly exploded in a climax so massive I slid off the narrow bunk and
finished writhing on the floor.  Never in my life as a poor deprived male
had I ever imagined that a girl could feel any sensation as powerful as
that which had just washed over me.  At this point I decided that I was
going to enjoy this exploration.  The only clothing lay on the floor, an
ankle length skirt and long sleeved blouse that were fine to protect
modesty along with the heavy navy blue knickers but not the most attractive
outfit.  I chopped the skirt down to finish above the knee and hacked the
blouse down to look more like a Tee shirt.  The underwear was tossed aside.
Once washed and dressed I strolled down two flights of stairs and a block
down the street to find myself on the main promenade of the holidaymakers'
section of the beachfront.  This section of the Mediterranean coast was
probably the most popular - and most expensive - area on continental
France. My information was impeccable as I immediately spotted the bright
red MG sports car belonging to Krupp's eldest son Marc.  He was having
breakfast with two lads in a café so I hung around until I saw them about
to leave, then strolled over to the car, leaned against the passengers door
and waited for him to notice me.  As he approached I deliberately pushed my
shoulders back and said," Hello there, I'm Diamona, I love red cars. 
What's the chance of you taking me for a ride." He made a waving motion to
shoo me off, but his mates called out to give him a ribbing.  "She a real
looker, you must be mad, lend me the car for a couple of hours, are you
going queer on us now?" and so on until he relented and opened the car door
for me.  "Just round the block then, I'm busy this afternoon.  Will that
make you happy?" I nodded, slid into the seat and we roared off as he
dropped the clutch fast to impress me.  "You see that fence up there." I
said pointing half way up the mountain "There is a lovely lookout where you
can see for miles.  How about going there." He shook his head, "It will
take too long." he declared.  "I am sure I can make it worth your while." I
offered, and reached over to squeeze his thigh just above the knee. 
"What's all this," he asked, "You're not one of these `ladies of the night'
are you?" "No way, not this little black duck," I replied, "I just like
having fun, you're not against that, are you?  If you'd like to spent some
time with me I'm sure I can show you a couple of ways to enjoy yourself
that you have never thought of before.  Would you like to try it." It
suddenly occurred to me that I would have to watch my vernacular since in
this day and age the little black duck idiom would be quite unknown.  "So
long as you're not going to be asking for money I suppose it is alright."
He said, "I am supposed to be on holiday to enjoy myself.  There is one
thing though, some of my friends might see us so I really should get you
some better clothes don't you agree." "Perhaps later." I said, reaching
higher and squeezing the front of his flannels, "Let's pull over and get to
know each other better first." Before he had the car at a standstill I had
his fly buttons undone and I was then faced with the one thought that had
caused me such trepidation about undertaking this venture.  I was a male
hetero by nature and I was now going to have to suck on another mans prick.
With some doubts I pulled my control into the background and let my host
body take over and was delighted to find that it worked.  She was no
shrinking violet when it came down to real action, and set about giving him
a blowjob with huge enthusiasm.  He started half hard as we took him deep
into our mouth, then using the tip of our tongue only, we pushed his
foreskin back and flicked the underside of his rapidly rising cock.  It was
obvious that he was on the point of coming within seconds and it was also
becoming very apparent that this was one very well endowed young man, so I
(taking over again) stopped blowing him and placed his hand under my skirt
in-between my thighs.  As his fingers slid over my naked cunt, parting my
lips and teasing my quivering opening, I thought he was having a heart
attack.  Gasping for breath and shaking from head to feet, I felt his
raging prick jumping beneath my fingers.  Our combined inexperience was
telling because he pushed his trembling middle finger into my hot pussy at
the same instant that I pressed hard down onto the base of his rampant
organ, and we simultaneously exploded into paroxysms of violent climax.  My
juices were streaming down over his knuckles as he continued pumping madly
while I watched fascinated at the huge amounts of thick white cream
spouting from the tiny opening in the head of his swollen purple cock head.
"O God, that was really something.  I've got to have more like that.  Can
you move in with me?  What about marrying me?" He was raving in almost
delirium and I knew then that I had the first half of my project covered.
"Let's not get carried away," I argued, "We can have lots of action
together without that sort of commitment.  Where will you be sleeping
tonight?  I shall have to see if I can get to your room, won't I." He
happened to look down at his trousers then and I heard a muffled "Donner
und Blitzen", then, when he thought I spoke no German it was followed by a
long string of oaths.  Pretending ignorance I asked his problem and he
pointed at the large cum stains down the front of his flannels.  "How can I
explain that when I get home?" he asked.  "Easy done," I explained, "drive
us down to the beach and we'll have a swim.  Tell them you were too hot and
didn't have a costume.  Will that do you." "You're a little genius." He
declared, "I'll have to see what is happening tonight.  I think there might
be a party out on the boat.  How would you like to come?" "Like this?" I
looked down at my rather tarty outfit.  "I said I can fix that.  My Father
has an arrangement with an outfitter in town.  He sometimes buys little
presents for his lady friends and several of the family have permission to
use the credit system." "You're on.  I promise not to break the bank." As
we drove back to the promenade I was feeling a total success.  Not only had
I got my introduction to the family, I had tried a female shag, even if it
was only a finger fuck, and I had discovered that despite my earlier
prejudices, I was quite happy with sex with another man.  On top of it all
I had solved my temporary money problems.  By the time that we had had a
swim and done some important shopping it was lunchtime.  We decided to
relax for the afternoon and Marc wanted to talk cars.  That was fine by me,
I knew a bit about the antique models he saw as the cat's whiskers.  As
well as this I had driven several early models so I wound up making him a
bet.  The fastest time around the standard Monte Carlo circuit.  "What
about a prize for the winner," he asked, "Do you have any ideas on what
would make it worth while?" "How about a long tongue session for the first
home." I suggested.  "If I win you are going to have to lick out my pussy
until I am satisfied, and if you win I will suck on your juicy great
manhood until you squirt all those lovely juices down my throat.  What do
you say?  Is it a bet?" "Would you really do that?  Suck me off I mean?"
"Only if you win.  You might get a surprise you know, I have driven
before." With an enthusiastic toot on the horn we headed for the circuit
around town.  The race was almost a non-event due to the mass of traffic,
but Marc ran first and with several minor jams got around in five minutes
even.  I took over and moved back to the starting line.  The engine purred
sweetly so I really gave it the gun.  It wasn't a patch on my little
Porsche back home, but it gave you quite a kick being low, open, and very
eye-catching as we hurtled through the narrow streets.  I was lucky in that
I met less traffic than the first run, and the ones I did see were not too
difficult to swerve around.  I clocked under four minutes on the dashboard
clock, so Marc rather hesitantly declared that it looked as if he owed me a
forfeit.  Where did I suggest that we go?  I took him back to the tiny
attic where I had awakened and found that it was still empty, so we got
comfortable and I removed the exquisite new dress I had bought today. 
"Have you never tried this before.  Pleasuring a girl with your tongue I
mean?" I asked to get things moving.  He swallowed several times and shook
his head.  "That's alright, I'll give you a few clues as we go along.  You
might like to start off by getting your clothes off.  If you have a nice
hot hard on first it will get you in the mood." "Please, can I kiss you
first.  I've wanted to even since I first saw you." I gave him a girlish
little giggle, "You can do absolutely any thing you like." I declared, "As
long as I finish up satisfied I don't care how I get there." We sat on the
narrow bunk and kissed and cuddled for a bit, then feeling braver he pushed
up my bra and fondled my pale little titties sucking on the stiffening
nipples until I had to stop him from forcing me into a premature climax.  I
pushed him down onto his knees between my wide spread thighs, and insisted
he paid his debts.  He closed his eyes and gave me a few tentative stabs
with the tip of his tongue on my outer cunt lips, barely stirring the soft
downy hairs over my pubic mound.  "No, don't be frightened of it," I
whispered, "Push your tongue in deep." I pulled my down covered pussy lips
wide apart, then pulled his head forward until his mouth was jammed tightly
against my girlie mound.  His probing almost set me off again so I eased
back and had him flick his tongue over my rearing little clit bud.  My
massive climax almost caused Marc an injury as I bucked upwards and started
oozing warm liquid excitement.  I then discovered a second fact that I had
previously overlooked.  Since I had not indicated to my lover that he could
stop, he carried on licking feverishly at my still eager vaginal opening
and I felt a second climax building.  Never one to hesitate on an
opportunity like this I let my nervous system rise to another heightening
sensation rising to a trembling peak before I was overcome with a surge of
sympathy.  Taking his head gently I pulled him up until his face rested on
the flat of my naked belly.  He lay there for several minutes panting
quietly.  "That was absolutely magnificent," I declared, "I think you
deserve a reward for that even if you did lose the race." I swapped places
with him, and kneeling up close I took the rampant cock between my fingers
and slowly masturbated him to a twitching erection.  I pressed his foreskin
right back and took the entire head between my lips.  This time I didn't
hesitate about who was in control, I just sucked harder and harder until
the swollen purple head was lodged against the back of my throat.  I moved
back for a moment to study the bead of moisture forming out of his urethra,
then mumbled, "This is it, are you ready for the big bang now?" He gurgled
and nodded his head eagerly, so I plunged my wide open mouth back over his
prick, forcing it past my gagging throat muscles and right down until my
nose was buried in his curly black pubic hair.  There was no hesitation
this time, he exploded into a jerking climax that pumped jet after jet of
hot creamy spunk down into my waiting stomach.  I swallow frantically and
almost managed to keep up with the violent expulsion of semen, but a little
squeezed out past his cock and filled my mouth so that even after he had
finished ejaculating, I still had a mouthful of his juices to swallow.  We
both stretched out on the narrow bunk and he produced a hip flask of very
good brandy for us to clear our mouths of the taste and odour of our sexual
exploits.  "Now, about this dinner party tonight, I do hope you will come.
It is not often I have the chance to have an escort at father's events, and
I'd love to show you off and see the faces on the senior generation when I
introduce you.  "Why I'd like to, we might even manage sneak off together
later.  Do you think this outfit will do?" "You're insatiable, and yes you
look fine.  Let get a move on, it wouldn't be good to be late, after all,
it is the old man's birthday." We drove down to quay, signally to a huge
yacht out in the bay and had a ride out to her in a snappy looking
speedboat.  In no time at all we were cleaned up and dressed and Marc
escorted me in state to the huge saloon where I was formally introduced to
the entire group including the senior Krupp himself.  He was named as Siggy
and seemed quite at home with the idea of a relative stranger using his pet
family form of address.  I felt his eyes wandering over my body as soon as
we were introduced and was quite convinced that I would have no troubles
seducing him if I had the chance.  After a most excellent meal that dragged
on for two hours, the party finally broke up into groups and I cornered
Marc to work out what was happening.  He told me that the birthday presents
were to be distributed about midnight, but I should not be concerned as he
had added my name to his gift to make sure that I would not be left out.  I
had a suggestion that I broached to him and he only agreed with the
greatest reluctance.  My idea was that I should distract the father to
ensure that the gifts could be offered as a total surprise, as I believed
that the family was very strong on traditions like this.  The messages were
set up with the family, including such extras as the boat crew and several
security personal who were present, and the word went out to be ready at
midnight on the dot.  I cornered Siggy and asked him in a somewhat devious
manner whether he would show me around the yacht when he had a moment to
spare.  He was only too keen to start then but I had to put him off, as I
didn't think that I could stretch a tete-a-tete for that length of time. 
Instead I suggested that we joined the rest in an impromptu dance, and in
this manner we passed several hours circulating with the other guests.  At
eleven I had a slow waltz with Siggy again and proposed that this might be
a good time to slip away, and emphasized my point by pressing my hips up
against his waistline and wriggling deliciously.  He got the message loud
and clear and we separately left the saloon and made our way to the bridge.
Here he made his first real pass by grasping my wrists, holding them behind
me and giving me a long, passionate kiss.  I gave as good as I got, using
my tongue to work into his mouth so deep that he started getting an
erection with no sexual contact.  "Come," he whispered, "My state room is
this way.  You will now see what the word luxury really means." His cabin
brought to mind one of the better quality University Lecturers' private
studies, with dark Oak paneling, original paintings decorating the walls
and a huge carved desk dominating the centre of the room.  "Now I think it
would be a good time for you to tell me exactly why you are really here."
He stated, suddenly sounding very firm.  "I can only think it is some form
of industrial spying, although what you expect to find on my holiday
premises I can't imagine.  I suggest you tell me now before I am forced to
become unpleasant." This was the last thing I had anticipated, and I
protested my innocence but he called for his principle guard, a huge negro,
who must have been standing behind the door.  "Give me a hand to pin this
bitch down Leroy.  I think you might be able to help taming her too."
Between them they levered my hands up behind my back and lashed each wrist
to the opposite elbow, forcing my shoulders back and pushing my defenseless
breasts out towards them.  While Leroy held me, Siggy muttered "Nice pair
girlie," as he fondled them it caused my nipples to harden and show through
the thin material of my dress.  With no compunction at all he hooked his
fingers into the neckline and ripped it open to the waist.  Needless to say
I was struggling and yelling through this, but it merely raised a smile
from my tormentor who assured me that the room was totally sound proof and
I was wasting my time and energy.  Between them the two men turned me
around to face the desk, then bending me forward over it, they spread my
ankles wide apart and tied them securely to the feet of the desk.  Pulling
the remains of my pretty black dress from me Siggy proceeded to work the
waistband of my panties down as far as they could go, then finding that
they were held up by my widely spread thighs he yanked them free and tossed
them into the corner.  "You still haven't told me what you are looking for,
you nosy little broad, I really am going to have to persuade you, aren't
I?" He totally ignored the pleas of innocence I offered and proceeded to
take the heavy leather belt out of the tabs of his trousers.  "I think we
will start off with six of the best, that should show you we mean business.
Come to think of it, it would be nice if you were to entertain Leroy while
I am warming up your tender little ass.  Now you be careful not to scratch
him with your teeth or you might not make it through the question time."
When he got the nod, Leroy unfastened the buttons on his flies and hauled
out the most massive black cock I had ever seen.  He proceeded to grab my
hair, tip my head back until I was facing his groin, then slowly and
deliberately push it forward into my mouth.  I wasn't game to do anything
other than take it, although it occurred to me that if I were to encouraged
him, he would probably come quite quickly and I would be freed from this
despicable oral rape.  A sound from behind me made me hesitate, then the
violent swish of the belt ended in a loud crack.  An explosion of pain
lifted my buttocks in agony as I received the first stroke of my thrashing.
I could almost feel the heavy weal forming across my soft young bum cheeks
and the cry that attempted to burst from my throat was muffled by the huge
prick-head being jammed into my larynx.  A few seconds later that dreaded
sound echoed around the cabin again and a second whack fell onto my
helplessly exposed buttocks.  My torturers worked totally independently and
my anguish from both ends of my body rose to unbearable limits until I
finally felt the thick black rod of manhood in my mouth start to twitch,
signaling the onset of ejaculation.  Holding my head locked rigid, he eased
back until the glistening head was just resting on the tip of my tongue,
then he fired a prolonged jet of pungent white sperm down my gullet and
over my tonsils.  At the same instant another crack with the belt made me
choke in agony as more and more cum filled my mouth and poured down my
chin. As the flow eased to a trickle, Leroy wiped his sated member firstly
over my chin, then did a final clean-up on my tousled blonde hair.  I had
an unexpected respite then.  The guard was ordered to leave, close the
door, and take the rest of the evening off.  Once we were alone I felt the
end of the heavy leather belt stroking firmly over the swollen lips of my
trembling pussy.  A sharp smack with the awful weapon had me moaning and
squirming again.  This was followed by several more whacks, then a long
pause.  "Have you had any more thoughts yet on what I need to know, or are
you ready to take a few man sized stripes from this little toy?" he asked.
When he heard nothing but my distressed moans he set about strapping me in
earnest.  The belt swung upwards from floor level with every ounce of his
strength behind it and caught me squarely on my down covered pubic mound.
The agony surged into my nervous system tearing screams from my throat and
violent cramping up and down my spine.  After about five strokes I could
stand it no longer and I must have passed out.  The next thing that I
recall is noting that Siggy had discarded the vicious belt and I thought
for a moment that my tribulations were over, but that only started the next
phase.  I could see from the corner of my eye that the cabin clock was
reading eleven fifty, which meant that if I could hold out for another ten
minutes the rest of the party would be due to burst in.  I didn't know if I
would last that long but I was surely going to give it a try.  "You still
haven't told me what I need to know.  I wonder whether your magnificent
little butt will be a decider.  It doesn't look to me as if you have ever
made use of that tight little orifice.  Let's give it a go shall we?" He
next tried to force his index finger up into my bumhole.  I concentrated
every muscle I could muster into clamping myself tightly shut, so he
brought out a jar of some type of greasy lubricant and smeared it down in
the crack of my buttock cheeks, then, using his slightly larger middle
finger he succeeded in ramming it in up to the knuckle.  It was agonising
as my puckered opening was stretched out to take this terrible intruder
deep into my bowels.  It almost immediately became even worse as he nearly
withdrew the digit, then putting his index finger along side the first, he
forced the two of them in twisting them this way and that to cause me the
maximum pain.  After yanking them out, I then felt him move the tip of his
rigid prick up and down the crack of my buttocks and hover over my
quivering anus.  "No, please, not there, you'll rip me open," I begged,
"You're much to big to get it in my poor little bum." At this time I had
notice that it was only a minute or so before midnight, and if things went
to plan, the other guests were due to arrive.  I was not really surprised
when Siggy ignored my pleas and struggled to get his rampant erection into
my ass.  By clamping my nether muscles tightly shut I delayed the
inevitable, but as a final persuader he picked up a dagger shaped letter
opener from the desk and pressed it firmly against my left breast.  I took
a rapid gasp in shock as it pricked me, then my brain burst into a red haze
and I screamed out loud when he jammed it in up to the hilt.  He picked
this instant to force his throbbing manhood through my anal sphincter and
deep into my bowels.  It only then occurred to me that once he had made
this first penetration there was nothing I could do to interfere with his
vigorous sodomising.  As he ripped backwards and forwards in my butt I
heard strange whining cries coming from my throat but was totally helpless
to prevent him doing anything that took his fancy.  I then heard a rustling
at the door and realised that help was at hand, so I let rip at the top of
my voice.  "Help, help, somebody please save me.  Get this beast away from
me.  He's going to kill me." The crowd of visitors then burst into the
cabin, supposedly to pass out Siggy's birthday presents, but every last one
of them were stunned to immobility by the scene that met their eyes.  My
tormentor made a hasty withdrawal, almost ripping my punished anal opening
in his haste, and bellowed for everybody to leave, but of cause, it was far
too late and they all knew exactly what perverted activities had been going
on.  Marc rescued me and threw a blanket around my nakedness and I was
nursed carefully while the local police were called.  We all had to make
statements of course, and charges were laid.  Needless to say they were
soon dropped after an astronomical amount of money had change hands, but
the damage had been done and gossip flows there like anywhere.  I was
politely shown the door with enough cash to ensure the I could live in
comfort for a good few years.  That of course, was the situation for
Diamona, and I don't begrudge her a dollar of it; she has earned it all,
but as for me, I was back home into my own body the next morning.  Prof was
standing by as usual when I awoke and of course was jumping about to get
down everything that I could tell him.  First off I assured him that a
gender swap was no big deal for anybody as proficient as myself, secondly
it did make things easier to move into a timezone that was in some ways
familiar.  Most of all it didn't seem feasible to alter historic events, at
least not on the scale we proposed.  "So how do you think we might make it
worth the effort in the future, assuming we ever try again?" he asked.  "I
don't really have much of a clue," I replied, "but my efforts didn't seem
to do much about those Flying Forts, you know the lighter than air bombers
that hit the Midlands in forty four.  Birmingham and Coventry still got
wiped out didn't they?" "What was that?  Did I hear you correctly" He came
back, "They were the only places that didn't get hit in the last war.  They
were out of range of anything that Hitler had.  And what on earth are you
rambling on about these Forts.  On top of that who the hell was this Krupps
character.  You must know all of Germany's steel is made by Vigg's" "Now
hold on, I didn't study history for eight years to hear...."

   To Be Continued

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