It was morning. The sun poured through the chinks of the blinds, laying thick yellow bars across the octagonal tiled floor, and when Johnny awoke the first thing his eyes focused on was the scrolled ceiling. Johnny, nearly thirty, 1st Lieutenant-about-most-German towns was permanently stationed in Wiesbaden but seldom lived on base, was more or less reconciled to facing the dawn in strange surroundings.
He hated the Army and it had taken months to ease the furies disturbing him, to accustom himself to the regimentation. Straight from college into an $18,000 junior executive position due to family connections and just about the time he was making ten grand more his draft board reclassified him. All physical ailments that kept him deterred seemingly vanished and he was called to serve. First on a post down South then Viet Nam which was inevitable, and now, on the last tour, Germany.
But at last he beat the system and seldom worked more than four hours a day, if he worked at all. Thus, he would take passes to different towns, to other countries and wake up in strange beds. This morning was a perfect example.
Sometimes he would stagger from bed to wander like a lost child in a palatial schloss on the Rhine. Other times he would find himself boxed in a rat's nest in the Schwabing section of Miinchen. But now, he believed that he had found a home, that is, until his discharge came up. This Wilhelmstrasse apartment with its hideous painted walls and mismatched furniture and corroded fixtures belonged to a woman he had met last night and henceforth should be his port of call.
For a moment he thought of Jean Leyland, the wife of his Colonel, whom he was banging steadily. A beauty, sure, but trouble as well. That would have to end. No, this big bitch here was his new deal. God, could she fuck!
He looked through narrowed, red-streaked eyes at Marianne, who lay on her side, cantaloupe-like breasts pendant, her dimpled hip rising like a hill. He eased his compact body off the bed, watching her guardedly.
She moaned once and rolled over on her stomach, the pungent odor of her wafting into his nostrils, her massive rear, round and pink, filling his range of vision. The sight of that ass, solid yet resilient, recalled the hours before dawn when it had pumped furiously under him. Just thinking about it gave him an erection. His tool lengthened into a good-sized bar and he desired to be in her.
Her lovemaking had been ferocious, almost frightening, and it was a wonder that he had survived.
A few flights below, traffic, civilian cars, Army vehicles tore along the broad street creating one long-sustained roar. Blinking under the sudden onslaught of the sun he peered through the blinds, watching the writhing flow of an artificial lake.
His new shack job slept on, undisturbed, the morning lights catching the ebony glints of her short hair and the soft down of her rounded, full-fleshed thighs. Stoned out of her mind, he snorted. From the moment they met in a bar she had been on the sauce.
He began to think about it. For some people, alcohol created as warm a glow as dope. Maybe Marianne was a juice-hound but at least dipsos weren't beyond the pale like junkies. You could come out of the fog with your head pounding like a carillon and your tongue wrapped in several layers of wool secure in the knowledge that you might face an irate mate, a disagreeable boss anybody-but never, thank the good makers of scotch, gin, bourbon and rye, a member of the narcotics squad.
Marianne's beauty had reached its peak and from here on it would be all downhill. Well, he mumbled to himself philosophically, he could have done worse. And, if he wished to reduce everything to the sexual level, she was sheer hell in bed. One hell of a wonderful fuck!
He examined himself, fingering the numerous scratches and bites. There wasn't an inch of him left unscarred after the muscular and somewhat desperate embraces of the black-haired woman.
He found an electric razor and shaved, showered, passed a comb through his short brown hair, brushed his teeth by applying toothpaste to a fingertip and bravely faced up to the mirror. His brown eyes were circled, the flesh over his cheekbones sallow. His youth, or what there was left of it had fled, chased into the past by a wild, unbelievable night with Marianne.
* * *
The noise woke Marianne. She rolled over on her back, and stretched, seeing her breasts rise up as if in rebellion, the pink nipples stiffening. The mere thought of last night sent the blood coursing through her veins. Oh, what a glorious night! Their passion had been endless with scarcely a pause between climaxes.
She wished that she could just lie here and relax in the comfort of her dream world but she was assailed by misgivings. The very memory of her daughter, Elfie, shattered her new found happiness. Elfie had to be brought out of the east, smuggled out, and this soldier had to help.
She stroked her lovely body remembering the things that he had done with it. He initiated her in the wildest, most erotic games possible, renewing her hot passion in such a manner that she expended the gifts of her loins with increased lavishness.
Some men had a penis of iron but his was of steel! Never before had she encountered such potency in a man. Again she ran her hands over her superb torso, knowing that it was a receptacle for his unquenchable thirsts.
She leaped out of bed, arranged her short, slick hair with her fingers, slipped on a perfumed negligee, leaving it open so that the great bulbous breasts spilled out, and swiftly rouged her full mouth. Out of the corner of her eyes she caught some movement and turned to find Johnny there.
She dangled the bait, building the trap slowly. She murmured while pulling the translucent negligee taut against her prominent posterior.
The curving line of her overblown figure made him weak with want. Had he really taken that marvelous body, stroked those hefty breasts, parted those lithe flanks? She approached him, undulating her hips, the flesh on her belly quivering.
He gasped before she closed with him, her head going back, the great buttresses of her breasts mashing against his chest. Her teeth were a white blur, her breath vaporized flame and her hands were frantic.
She was jerking him off, pulling, pulling on his prick. He kissed her closed eyes, the tip of her flaring-nostriled nose, the upturned corners of her wide, hungry mouth. Groaning, she kissed him back, her kisses becoming bites.
He flattened his hands over the massive buttocks and teasingly insinuated himself between her trembling thighs, shoving his hard cock in while pulling her down, forcing her into a slight squat, tearing the negligee in his haste to shelter his hardness in the moist, warm clit.
A shove and he was in, his prick parting the wall of her snatch, boring like a drill, gaining further territory. A current of pain coursed the length of her flanks and she clawed his back up. It was like a burning spear and the moment he was settled, the fiery log resting on the silken bed, her ass revolved.
"Oh, I love to fuck for you ... oh, I love it, I love to give myself to you. Fuck me, fuck me!"
"Christ, baby, you're on ... fire."
"You did it!" Her breath exploded, the words coming in swift bursts. "Your thing set me on fire."
He gave powerful thrusts, using the force of his hips, ramming into the soft depths, creating an excitement that was unendurable. Furiously, her ass circled and she slammed against him as she reached the brink of a climax. The pleasure had built so swiftly due to his savage darting and her interiors juiced up as the moment approached. She arched, rubbed her thighs to his sensuously and flowed.
"NNNNNNNaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"That's a helluva ... sound ... to make." Her lubricated cunt caused the tip of his prick to tingle with joy. The liquid was oozing out, running down his legs as well as hers.
She swayed and shivered but held fast, still joined by his pumping shaft and pressed her big, hard breasts to him. Her breath returned, she gained a second wind and slowly sucked the complete length of cock into her snatch and held it fast.
The slick vaginal walls held power and he was squeezed. As she tossed her ass up he felt himself coming and tried to hold out. "Don't shake your butt so fast."
"I cannot help it ... it is not within ... my control." The cords in her neck stretched tight as her body was racked by a deep shudder. She whined from the second orgasm and cried out when she felt the hot stream of his come squirt up into her.
With a lurch of her hips she broke the contact. He sank to his knees to search out the shivering insides of her thighs, not caring that joy juice dribbled down his face. His mouth was applied to her reeking cunt and he lapped up the lips before shooting his tongue into the well.
She was driven insane!
Afterwards she pleaded with him to cease. Her torso twisted and turned, contorting to accommodate his mouth and tongue. For a moment she was rigid, her strong fingers lacing into his hair, then she gasped and jerked spasmodically.
She reeled away, flopping across the bed, her cunt a steaming cauldron. Dazedly, she raised herself and sent the pillows flying to the floor and hurriedly swung about, arranging her body, her face flushed, her legs angled.
His prick was still large, droplets oozing from it, and when he rested his weight on her soft, cushiony stomach she pleaded with him to wait a moment. She inched from the throbbing tool. He bit into her firm breast. In protest she arched up and he gained access, shoving himself into the wide open gash right up to the hilt.
Marianne exploded and swung her ass up as he pounded her savagely. She clung to him, her buttocks rebounding and then ... as before she stiffened, screamed aloud, tossing her head from side to side and came.
He took his time, rising and falling, ever so slowly, stretching the act into a full fifteen minutes while she popped off a half-dozen times. But she was with him now, surging up, crying his name as his strokes quickened, intensifying the rhythmic flow of her sweat-slick body.
There was no stopping him. He was a man possessed and he attacked her ruthlessly. She was ripped apart and raw, ruined. Determined now to put an end to his passion she used the muscles of her thighs to imprison him, the pressure of her hands to hold him and the tumultuous, unceasing bounce of her buttocks to churn him.
They pounded each other. They bruised each other. They ground against each other to obtain a climax. It was a savage union, completely ruthless and when he came, he could not stop coming. He doused her insides, still thrusting while her muscled cunt, palpitating from the last orgasm nipped his prick at the root.
* * *
She told him of her daughter, Elfie, waiting in East Berlin. Johnny shook his head even when she was only half-way through the story.
"It'll be too tough!"
"But, you are an officer in the United States Army, you can go in and out of East Berlin."
"Sure, but smuggling a child out is something that is getting more difficult daily. How old is she, anyway, ten?"
"Exactly half my age, 16." Marianne rummaged in her purse and produced a picture of a girl who bore a remarkable resemblance to her. "There are others that I can give you."
"A beauty."
"Yes, and I want her to grow up free."
"It'll take money, buying help."
"I've accumulated a bit, not a fortune but enough. I know of others who have gotten out and what it costs."
"My discharge." He shook his head. "I'm due to leave the Army in a short while. I don't want anything to screw it up. You know, no matter how the Americans feel about freedom, this is still an illegal venture."
"There's no one else that I can ask to help. And you do like me, I know, this isn't to be just a one night stand for you. I believe that you do wish to see more of me."
That much was true but still in all he wasn't digging any graves for himself. Ass was all over the place and he didn't have to stick to one broad and risk a dishonorable discharge or worse, a prison sentence.
"If the Reds catch me, I'll undergo quite a bit of suffering, Baby, before they call in the American authorities. Then, the striped pants and attache case boys who pose as diplomats will be highly embarrassed."
"It can be done."
"Sure, by professionals who have luck on their side. You know, my luck comes in cycles. I never know when I'm due for a fall."
Marianne pleaded with him, running her hands along his chest, snuggling close, rubbing her luscious breasts back and forth. "A man sleeps with many women ... and then he finds the one ... I know that I am it for you."
Shit! Hard again. What in hell did this bitch have? "Back off. I'm drained."
"Is that why I feel something like wood poking at me?"
There was no sense in resisting this gorgeous piece of ass. Johnny handled her as if he wished to possess her completely. He pinched and squeezed her rounded arms, nuzzled her throat and heaving breasts, kneaded her hips and buttocks, dug his fingers into her hard thighs and applied his mouth to the moist cunt.
When his tongue slid past the lips and encountered the bud his touch was like a feather. She twisted but always remained in position so he could suck her off thoroughly.
His tongue caressed the cavity, preparing her for a first-rate mounting. Marianne sighed, whined and cried out. His tongue was splashed with hot liquid that turned to froth.
"Ah hah, ah hah," her breath came raggedly and she started to whimper.
He withdrew his tongue, smiled and placed her on the still-warm bed. She allowed herself to be handled, moving as if in a dream. He hoisted himself atop her, placed the balled end of his prick against the soaking wet vagina and invaded her.
He was sheathed in heat and at once a weakness possessed him. His hands splayed along her solid thighs. If she would only lie still and let him rest in all the warmth but Marianne began to grind her ass. He cupped the twisting bottom just as she bent her back.
It became a race against time instead of something to be leisurely enjoyed. He was a man hurrying, rushing to wring a climax from her. She was a woman determined to suck him dry with her cunt lips. They were sweating and flushed from the crazy sensation, she slamming up, he hammering down, both grunting like pigs in a sty.
He bucked into her, pounding her when he felt the liquid in his balls reach bubbling point. Her snatch opened, becoming looser and muscles had to be called into play. An unnamed feeling tingled at her toes, spread up her legs and met at the point of her desire and the excitement caused her to go off.
"I'm there!"
Her long legs went up and curled around his waist. Meaningless words fluttered in her throat, her ass twisted and finally she screamed his name.
His thrusts quickened and then he let himself go. A full liter of juice shot out of his prick into her boiling snatch. Then it was over, his head resting on her breast, her hands stroking his back.
"God, Marianne, you are a bitch!"
"Love me?"
"I ... don't know. You're a great fuck I know."
"Say that you love me."
"All right, I do, I do." His cock, still hard, refused to be dislodged and a fiery tingling raced along his spine. In a few minutes he might be able to toss another one into her.
She whined, wishing him to kiss her and he inched up, mashing her mouth with his. Tonguetips met and dueled and he broke the kiss to draw air into his aching lungs.
He told her that he would get her daughter out of the east.
2
It was after five yet the sun refused to relinquish its power. It beat down on Colonel Leyland's grayish hair, making an oven of his car. The leather seats, the dashboard, the custom-made wooden wheel were all hot to his touch. He was sorry that he had put the canvas top down. Hell, he should have sprung for a hardtop with air conditioning. But shit, he reasoned, when you push a classy and overly expensive heap like a Mercedes Benz 280 SE around it's best to let the peasants in this town know who the hell was behind the wheel.
The soldiers knew and they often looked the other way but he didn't care in the least. But the Germans now. Shit, those lousy Nazis shit a brick when they saw him coming.
Why not? The car costs 27,000 marks and extras pushed it up to 31,000. Translate that into terms of dollars and it came to a hell of a lot, nine thousand, more than these people made in a year. Of course there were a lot of models like his around but how new were they? He traded his in every year. These characters who sprang for the big Merc kept theirs until they fell apart.
He drove out of the town, shooting past the various monumental baths where visitors came to cure their ills with special waters and massage, curled around a granite monument dedicated to some long dead German and gunned for the hills.
The heat was less intense here, more refreshing. The big car oozed to a stop before the kidney shaped swimming pool. A young girl had used it and now she was on the multi-colored tiles, next to the diving board, drying herself off.
Leyland moistened his suddenly drying lips. The maid, Gitta, a nice piece of 21 year old ass. Gorgeous, and she was spreading only for him. Shit man, but the girl had a body.
He left the car, lighting a cigarette as he approached the resting, bikini clad maiden. A big man, Leyland's body was muscular except around the midriff but his well tailored uniform concealed that. His tread, light for someone of his bulk, belied his years but his seamed face and graying hair was the giveaway. At thirty, he had looked twenty-five. But now, nineteen years later he looked fifty-nine and had hell convincing people that he was actually forty-nine.
Gitta Blinkmann had heard the car. She raised her head. Thick strands of wet blonde hair obscured her vision, distorting Leyland. She didn't care. She had done the housework, prepared his dinner and now it was her prerogative to lie here getting as brown as a berry.
His polished slip-ons made squeaking sounds on the tiles. "Well, young lady, how's life?"
She lay back, her hands linked to cradle her head, squinting up at him. "I had a good swim." She added, "your dinner is covered up on the stove."
"Uh huh." He looked toward the house, expecting to see his wife's head at the window. "And where is Mrs. Leyland?"
"Shopping with friends, perhaps a movie or her club."
"Yeah," he snorted," the bitch is doing exactly the same thing as me except that she is discreet." Ah, what the hell, at least he had this long-legged creature to look at. Christ, did she have an ass on her and those big boobs.
"Colonel?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you ask about a job for me on the Base, in the secretarial pool?"
"Baby, I told you that you would be offered a thousand marks a month."
"Here I get seven hundred."
"But you got a free room, free food and I always slip you a few hundred on the side. You are way ahead staying here."
"There I could have the P.X. and get American articles at reduced prices. I don't like being a maid."
"Baby, I get you all the stuff you want, the nylons, the perfume, the canned goods to take home to your mother. Besides, my wife gives you dresses and it is not the junk made in Germany but garments bought on her trips to Paris."
"I am taller than your frau, and bigger all around. The clothes seldom fit."
It was true she was bigger but Jean Leyland had called the girl too fat like a farm girl.
"Ahh, you want to go then you go. I can't stop you."
She was sitting now, arms supporting her, long legs stretched out, blinking the whitish lashes that were like fans on her browned, chubby cheeks. The huge globes that were her breasts strained the skimpy bandeau, pulling the fabric taut, to ripping point.
Leyland knew about those breasts. A while back they sagged due to heaviness but then the kid had gotten sick and a doctor recommended hormone shots. Suddenly, the flesh on her body hardened and the big tits in spite of their weight rose sky-high, standing straight out.
Now the dryness was on him and he shivered. "Stand up and walk to the house, walk the way I like it." Shit, but his prick ached in these damned tight jockey shorts.
Gitta rose wordlessly, slung the towel about her shoulders and passed before him, flinging her long legs out, using the heel-and-toe step that had her ass rolling obscenely.
"I was waiting for you to come home." She spoke without turning her head.
"Just keep moving, baby, all the way inside."
"I do not wish it to be fast this time. I wish to have pleasure also."
"Walk!"
She did and hot and cold flashes charged his spine. He followed the tall, blonde maid, watching the sway of her hips, the gyration of each fruit-shaped cheek, liking the way the bikini sucked into the long division. Just like a valley between two mountains. Man! His excitement created a sexual fury.
The air in the house smelled. That came from the schnitzel frying. He tore at his uniform. Gitta was already in the bedroom, the damp bikini on the floor, awaiting him.
She came into his arms for a brief kiss, nestling her hot face against his broad, coarse-haired chest and wrapped a hand around his prick. Her grip tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut as she stroked the tool.
"I give you a jerk-off."
"No, no."
"Yes, then I make you hard again and you last a long time."
"I can last an hour the way I feel. I just want to fuck and fuck."
"I see."
"Let me play with your ass a bit, okay?"
"Okay."
He sat on the edge of the bed and bent her long body over his knees. He stroked the resilient rounds of her backside, punctured the firm flesh with his fingernails, pinched and tested each cheek.
"Christ!"
He kneaded each round globe, pushing one this way, the other that way. The action caused her gash to twist and as the lips rubbed together the clitoris was mashed and Gitta started leaking. Her cunt odor rose in the air.
In bed she lay face down while he worshipped her can, lavishing hot kisses on the upthrust melons. He sank his teeth into the flesh, tongued every millimetre of the mounds, using them like a pillow to rest his flushed face. He slapped them about, treating them like balls.
The thrusting mounds squirmed impatiently. She told him that she could not wait. He slid his brawny arms about her waist and pulled her hips up, preparing to mount her in dog fashion.
He gripped her thighs, squeezing with sadistic force. He readied himself, holding his prick in a straight line and went right into her cave, taking her from the rear, lunging in with such speed that Gitta reached a zenith of sensation.
"Mensch!"
Buxom girl that she was, wet as her hole was, it was still too small to accommodate his rock-hard weapon, yet she welcomed the invasion for it burst into her like a bomb. All pain was ignored.
"Mensch ... your thing!"
"Oh, that ass, ahh, that lovely, lovely ass, so gigantic. You're a fucking amazon, baby."
"I am a good fuck." Dizzying waves of pain now followed. The prick was turning in the tight hole like an overlarge bolt in a too-small nut. And he was pumping too swiftly, the movements too swift for her to catch.
He made sounds like a drowning dog and she knew that he was coming. She ceased revolving her ass feeling this would calm him but suddenly her snatch was flooded with the results of his excitement. He remained within, still making the barking noises and then he pulled out. Scum dribbled down her thighs.
"Shit, that ass!" He lay on his side, shuddering.
She beat the bed with her palm. "I cannot accept such treatment. Always, you are quick. I must come once in a while also. I am not a frigid girl ... it is easy for me to have an orgasm."
"One moment, that's all I ask."
She eyed his prick skeptically. "One moment will find that about the size of a one year old child's."
Gitta was angry and knew that she would have to leave this household. He was a jealous man and would not allow her to take other lovers but it had been an age since she reached a climax.
Her blonde hair was falling over her face. She shoved the thick mass of it away and knelt over the prone man. She fondled his muscled arms and thumped his hard chest with her fist. Then, she squeezed the doughy belly trying to gather the soft flesh in both hands. His fingers wove through her hair, shoving her head down, further down.
"Blow me."
She needed no encouragement to fellate him, to lick the softening prick dry, working her tongue from the rounded tip to the root and under to the sack of hairy balls.
Leyland was ready again, his genitals a hard bulge, his weapon massive, possibly more than the girl could absorb. Yet, she urged him on. "It got so big!"
He worked a finger through the curled, silken hairs covering her vagina. They were blonde and thick, like a muff. He went down between her thighs, drawing closer. Her flat belly was slippery with sweat as it went against his fiery loins. A delicious thrill, almost like an electrical shock went through her. Her legs were drawn up, her knees bent, and she pressed a palm against her opened mouth.
It was easy for him after that to grasp her thighs, pry them apart, tease her cunt with the tip of his rod and enter, stretching the sides. It hurt, as was to be expected. Gitta stifled a scream as the cock went in slowly, hollowing her insides out.
Gitta arched, Leyland pushed down and soon he was buried so deep that their pubic hairs, his gray, hers blonde, blended.
"Mein Gott ... you are bigger than before, it is a penis!"
"It's not a finger."
She rotated her butt, pushing up at her lover. His hands increased their grip, hurting her flesh. Her womanhood held fast to his bar, milking it as he rose, milking it as he came down.
Twice in just a few minutes was too much for the Colonel. The exertion began to tell on him still he stabbed in and out, gritting his teeth. The kid was opening her thighs wider as he surged into her, sobbing as he bore in, sighing as he pulled out. "I can't hold."
"Yes, yes, take me with you."
"I can't, I gotta come."
"No, bitte, bitte!"
"Can't give you too much more."
"You must!"
"Shit, you young kids!" He gasped. He kneaded the ass that he adored, grabbing up handfuls as his lunges increased. He thrust deeper into her cunt, setting her afire.
"Aaahhh ... nein!"
Ahh, Christ, but she was going to pop off. Good, good. "Do it, baby, do that thing."
"Coming, coming, coming!" A mad swirling was in her loins, the sensations too wild and she bounced on the bed. She beat his back with her palms and rammed herself up.
He knew it was happening to him, that he was beating her to it. A strange look entered his eyes, a gasp of bewilderment and he burst into her. She felt the hot flush of sperm but yelled because she was with him on the path to ecstasy.
Gitta's long, big-calved legs curled around his waist. She dominated the finish, her movements rapid, artful, and calculated. Her big hips worked, her lush ass ground together and she flowed, going right out of the world.
* * *
They were in the kitchen, the Colonel wiping his mouth after a cold dinner, Gitta leaning against the frigidaire sipping at a bottle of beer. He looked at her, marveling at their relationship when the differences in age were considered.
Magnificent creature, he thought, a sight to behold. That long, sun-bleached hair flowing down to those brown shoulders, those flecked blue eyes, the big mouth, the small nose. He noticed that when she was in the throes of a climax her nostrils opened and closed like a race horse's.
He looked at her well-developed tits, studying them with awe. Each was like a big ball that had been halved. He felt his breath catch in his throat.
"What is the matter?"
"I have never seen a more beautiful girl."
"Pah. Your wife ... now she is beautiful. Me, I am not even pretty, just good-looking. It is my body that is so special, but my face not."
His hands strained toward the lush breasts. The tips of his fingers touched the nipples. He weighed each globe, assessing the size while her roaming hands found him in a state of hardness.
Back to bed they went. He kissed her thighs, licking up every drop of sweat that lingered there. Kneeling between her legs he parted the lips of her privates. Immediately she began to spend.
His mouth and tongue was on her cunt and it was like the very end of an extremely wonderful life. She thought that she would die. Desire shot through her like an injection of cocaine.
She clapped her hands to his head, keeping his working lips securely glued to her femalehood. After a soothing peace came over her, she sighed once and bade her lover to lie down.
Now Gitta blew him, chewing on his tool, sucking him off in such a way that he imagined that his prick was resting in a bed of velvet. She puckered her lips running up and along the full length until she felt the tiny veins throbbing. She went all the way, trying to swallow the entire cock until he was on the verge of spilling his seed.
Gitta sat up, waiting until Leyland's fever had cooled before straddling him, lowering her big body on his prick, impaling her flesh on the great upright bar. A heavy sinking had him completely taken up, gloved. Then she worked the hefty cheeks of her tremendous ass.
He arched, bucking as if to throw her and his cock in the tight cunt was like a crow-bar, attacking. She answered him wantonly, heaving her great ass all over. He came, and the seeds of his lust spilled down her limbs but he remained within.
The act continued. His hands held fast to the luscious ass, pulling the cheeks apart while he squirmed under her. Sweat dribbled down the fabulous breasts, still she gave, churning her thighs, writhing her upper torso in rhythm to the frantic beat.
When she ended, moaning out her orgasm, she doubled over, squeezing her firm thighs together. Spasm after spasm wracked her. Her huge hips vibrated and she gasped a plea.
"Stop, stop!"
"Baby, I have stopped." He withdrew and was shocked to see his tool retained its starch. Roughly, he flung her on her back, shoving her until she was arranged for his invasion and despite her pleas, he stuffed his cock into her hole.
Gitta shrieked when he was fully lodged in her. His laced hands under her hemispheric buttocks pulled her limp body up. Then, he was in and out, like a piston, brutally slamming her. She abandoned herself to the wildest, most violent pounding of their relationship.
It took him a long time to ejaculate even though she was coming on the minute constantly, then, he toppled over from exhaustion.
3
In the dimly lighted nachtbar, Violetta Zweibel the piano player thumped out an ear-shattering selection from Hair. Johnny, leaning against the bar, double whiskey tightly clutched wondered why the club was named Violet Onion. A fat woman kept bustling about, shaking hands here and there, frowning at the help, checking the take almost by the quarter-hour. Perhaps, Johnny decided, she stank like an onion. Also the mountain of dyed hair piled atop her craggy face of a color close to violet.
Ah well, he wasn't here to criticize. He was working. He had gone through a dozen of these clubs since his arrival in West Berlin this after noon and still hadn't located what he wanted. His pockets were bulging with dollars and he admitted that the luscious Marianne was a trusting soul.
Who would have thought that luscious woman was in her thirties and had a teen-aged daughter? And loved that daughter sufficiently to sell prized jewelry and some property (not to mention risking the life of an American first Lieutenant) to get her out of East Berlin.
As the music speeded up couples tore themselves to pieces on the floor. Johnny looked at the piano player and saw his spot empty. A disc played at rapid tempo had taken his place.
It was after ten, time to move on. What he sought was not here. He spun on the bar stool, about to signal for the bill when two American soldiers walked in. Ah, now, this was more like it. One part of the journey had ended.
They stood next to him, two sullen young men, ignoring his officer's uniform. He smiled but it was not returned. One of the boys ordered beer. Johnny cut the order short.
"Bring a bottle of Johnnie Walker red label. And ice." He told the barman.
"You celebrating a discharge, Lieutenant." Both men were eyeing him suspiciously.
"That among other things. So drink up at my expense."
They needed no further urging. Fifteen minutes later he learned where they were from. Both big city boys, that made it easy for there would exist a certain larceny in their souls that country lads lacked. An added factor was that payday was three days off. They would be flat broke.
The bottle was half-gone and both had a glow on. Naturally the Army was cursed, then the German population received a workout. He heard all about: 'decent girls won't have anything to do with American soldiers' and 'it's the low-class sluts or the whores, all out for your money'.
One man was vociferous. He pounded the bar top. "Shit, if it wasn't for us, the Russians would be here right now. But do these ex-Nazis appreciate it? Not on your life!"
"In the old days, you know," said Johnny, "when you ran a racket you sort of got even with the Germans."
"How's that?"
"Well, you sold black market goods at ten times the original worth and made them pay. And the women had no choice but to provide a spot in bed for you."
"Gone forever," said the other soldier. "I expect nothing good here. I'm like everybody else, just sweating out my time."
"I'm stationed further south, in Wiesbaden."
"Yeah? We heard that was a good deal down there. A town filled with tourists coming there for the cure who consider soldiers a kind of novelty."
"That's true."
"What're you doing up here then, transferred?"
"Here on a job, a personal deal."
They were both silent, eyeing him not with suspicion for the whiskey had killed that, but with a sort of curiosity. He removed two one hundred dollar bills from his wallet and rested them next to the half-empty bottle.
"Pick them up quickly."
"Huh!"
"Why?"
"You boys don't want a fast hundred each?"
"Shit, yeah, but why?"
"I need your uniforms for a little while."
"Ooohhh," one nodded, "I get it now. A little racket now and some German's gonna stink up my uniform to make you richer."
"I have got to move fast. I'm springing a girl from behind the wall. I'll buy you boys whores for the night and put you all up in a hotel. Tomorrow morning you'll have your uniforms back and make reveille."
They exchanged looks.
"If you get caught then, Lieutenant, we have to trot back to camp naked."
"Then why don't you trot back to camp now and either change to civvies or else bring me extra uniforms?"
Some dickering followed and then an agreement was set.
Around twelve o'clock that night more money changed hands. Two Germans had been waiting for him in a dingy bar. Outside, next to the Army weapons carrier, he passed over the uniforms. These men were fluchthelfers-professionals-and both examined the truck and the markings, willing to leave nothing to chance. Both escape helpers had been his first contact upon arriving in West Berlin and almost immediately Johnny advanced each $300 to buy false papers. Another $100 had gone for the false license and $200 for the theft (actually a case of borrowing) of the vehicle.
John shifted nervously while the two men changed clothes within the confines of the truck. Next, he sat in the cab of the vehicle discussing the plan. The men told him that all was arranged and not to worry. After they discussed football scores, recent films, money, trips to Italy, everything but the dreaded task.
Close to eight o'clock the weapons carrier was waved by American guards through Checkpoint Charlie. It went along the once-famous street, Friedrichstrasse, in the eastern sector directly to the post manned by members of the communist G.D.R. Rules still in existence under the four-power agreement prevented the searching of American cars or the inspection of their contents, thus the Lieutenant and his two "soldiers" were passed through.
At a stop light heading toward the Leipzigerstrasse a Volks armee command car drew alongside and to Johnny's dismay, an exchange of dirty looks followed. He feared an incident and spoke out the corner of his mouth.
"You nuts stop that! Those fucking Reds will provoke us in a second."
People were rushing to work, most of them drably dressed in comparison to Germans in the West. Near a shop featuring items from Bulgaria stood a man and a young girl. The girl was pretty, alert, while the man, tapping with a cane, his sleeve decorated with the yellow band and three black dots of the blind, seemed downcast.
Johnny received a nudge in the side. "Huh?"
"Asinow. He always uses the blind get-up."
The traffic light changed, the car eased around a corner, the American vehicle following but slowing. Johnnie, among the hubbub of traffic heard the distinct tapping of the cane. The next moment the door was opened, the girl hopped into the cab and the "blind" man was assisted by an older woman across the street. "Christ, hurry it up."
"Lieutenant, don't be so nervous. We do this about once every week."
Panels were swiftly removed while the weapons carrier was still in traffic and the girl, a bit too hefty, squeezed her bulk through an opening. She disappeared from view but left an odor of her body and some cheap cologne in the cab. One of the escape helpers swiftly replaced the panels.
"Done. Now let's get back home, in the nice west, eh?"
Johnny was perspiring freely when the weapons carrier halted in West Berlin. "I'm just not cut out for this game."
One man was busy unscrewing the panels, the other calmly lit a cigarette. "No? We know officers who have made thousands of dollars assisting people to escape. It is a nice little money-making game. Myself, I am purchasing a villa in Majorca with what I have made from these ventures."
* * *
At a konditorei on the Kurfurstendamn he bought the girl coffee and cake. She ate greedily, downing several pieces, finishing not only her can of coffee but his as well. He sat nervously, smoking, looking left and right.
"My first meal in freedom." The girl licked cream from her fingers.
"First time here?"
"Oh, no, as a child, before they put up the wall my mother often brought me into West Berlin. Then, traveling across the frontier was nothing."
He kept his voice low. "It has cost your mother a small fortune. The blind man and his assistant had to be paid, those two escape helpers, a couple of Yank soldiers, the soldier who 'requisitioned' that weapons carrier. It cost close to two thousand dollars."
"What did you get?" The girl's eyes were level with his.
"Nothing at all, Elfie."
"For something. Her body, perhaps. You see, you did it for love. I am her daughter, she must love me too. This spending of money, she did it for love. Ah, love, it makes the world go round."
It struck him that she was too cynical for her age. Perhaps being brought up under a Communist regime did that. In the east people led grubby lives while just a stone's throw away, people lived in luxury apartments, drove costly cars and wore expensive, imported clothing. In Russia communism worked under pressure, in Eastern Germany under threats.
He passed across a woman's wallet filled with cards and a thousand marks in West German currency. "Those papers are your original identity cards as well as birth certificate. Your mother saved them through the years. You'll have no trouble renewing them. If you are questioned, however, you better keep your mouth shut."
"I know, I know. People on the other side will be executed and you, as well as the flucthelfers will go to prison."
"Get yourself fixed up with some clothes, some cosmetics and then take a plane to Wiesbaden. There's your mother's address."
"And you," she leaned back in her chair, regarding him lazily through smoky blue eyes, "what will you be doing?"
"There's nothing for me here in Berlin. The job's done. I'm going back to Wiesbaden."
"Stationed there?"
"Yes."
"Why can't we go back together?"
"Because I wish to leave here as soon as it is possible." He looked at his watch. "There's an army flight in a few hours. You can't go aboard that."
"But you can go aboard a Lufthansa plane, no?"
"Baby, what do you want, you want me to stick around keeping you company? Crissakes, that was a rough run and my nerves are pretty damned ragged. Right now I can use a drink, not sarcastic conversation."
She snapped her fingers at a passing waitress. "Whisky for the Lieutenant."
"I can order for myself, thank you, young lady." He was irritated, the kid was getting under his skin. Sixteen and acting as sophisticated and worldly as a woman twenty years older. "Your mother has more humility than you. I'd expect a girl who just escaped through the wall to act different."
"That's just it, living behind the wall you develop a certain attitude. If a girl in the West waits until she twenty-one to have her first affair we in the East have ours at fourteen. We know we may not live until we are twenty-one. You develop a sense of urgency, a feeling of now for tomorrow is too late."
"Yeah, maybe."
"No maybe about it, Lieutenant."
"Okay, I'll accept that. And now I'd like you to go about your business while I attend to mine."
A smile hovered about her lips. He noticed that her mouth was fuller than her mother's, her hair of a lighter shade and of a heavy, silken texture. Her body possessed the same fullness of bust and hips, the legs which she stretched out and crossed at the ankles were extremely long and shapely.
"Afraid of me, are you not? Too much dynamite in such a young package."
His drink was placed on the table. He laced the fingers of both hands around it. "I'm due for my discharge shortly. After that I've got to catch up on life. The time I've put in the Army places me behind the parade. I'm worried about my future, baby, so what you're selling doesn't interest me."
"My mother got you with her body, didn't she? She got lots of men that way, so my father told me."
"Family differences don't interest me." He finished his drink, left a twenty mark note on the table. "See you around, kid, maybe in Wiesbaden one of these days."
He got up and walked swiftly between the tables out into the brightness of the Kurfurstendamn and took a deep breath. All obligations were finished, thank God.
* * *
He sat around Tempelhof the rest of the afternoon unable to get a flight out. Army planes seemed to be flying everywhere except in his direction. A Sergeant told him:
"Tomorrow morning, Lieutenant, we've got a steady schedule for Frankfurt. I can book you on any of those."
The next thing to do was present himself at the offices of Lufthansa. There he learned a strike was in progress but a settlement was expected. Air France, Pan American and Alitalia had nothing listed until close to midnight.
Back in Berlin he wandered about then decided, the hell with it. A good sleep at a decent hotel would set him up for an early morning flight. Why knock himself out?
Luck was not with him. Hotel after hotel was packed. A convention was in town, physicians coming from all Western countries. Of course, it was suggested, "the Lieutenant could try the dives where the whores take their clients."
As he was buying a ticket prior to entering the Gloria Palast to see an Italian western, someone called his name. Elfie was there, laden with packages and beaming, wearing new leather pants, boots, a sweater that came to her sizeable hips and a cartridge belt around her middle.
"Aren't I up to date?"
He agreed that she was and told her of his difficulties. "I'll sleep in the movie then buy a ticket to another and around twelve I'll find my way to a nice comfortable bar."
"I'm at the Pension Schoeller, old friends of my mother. I stay there free but I am certain you can get a room at a reduced rate. Especially if I tell how you aided me."
"Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth shut about that?"
"Pension Schoeller, Lieutenant." She walked off, swinging her ass like a pendulum, her hair dancing along her shoulders.
* * *
It was after midnight and he was half drunk when he rang the bell at the Pension Schoeller. The person who opened the door was a man of at least seventy, bald, half-asleep and angry into the bargain.
He motioned him into the lift, muttering: "A fine hour to come calling. If it wasn't for the fact that that girl escaped today and everyone is so kind to her, I would not admit you."
They turned down a narrow passageway. "Are you Herr Schoeller?"
"No, the Schoellers are asleep, the swine. I must work for a living, even at night, at my age. Here!" He knocked boldly on a door and at once turned away, shuffling off in sleepers.
Johnny looked after him, surprised.
"Ah, here you are and it is about time I would say." Elfie, clad in a shortie nightgown stood there, bare-footed, scratching her rump. "Come on in."
In a daze, he entered. "But ... but what about my room?"
"There is no room here. It is all booked. Everything is booked. You know that." She climbed into a wide, double bed and pulled the covers about her. "Pity it's too late, otherwise we'd have ourselves a nice chat."
* * *
She snored slightly. Once he woke up, with moonlight beaming into the room, to wonder about his escapades. Life was sometimes too wild, beyond his control. He looked at the sleeping, newly-escaped girl. Her long bared legs with so full calves and curving thighs and the wedge of pubic hair made his breath catch in his throat. Her breasts were so well developed that she was unable to button the slot of the nightie.
He stared at her. It was some moments before he turned over on his side and went to sleep.
* * *
Early in the morning he tip-toed into the bathroom, rinsed out his mouth and splashed water on his face. Elfie still slept. He bent over, staring with admiration at the curvaceous body, the epic-sized breasts, the slope of her belly, the v-shaped bush. The odor of her vagina, pungent, intoxicated him.
His hands moved toward her breasts. How could this kid be only sixteen? It would take both of his hands to wrap around one of those globes. Those tits were enormous!
The tips of his fingers touched her nipples and blood pounded in his head. Desire churned him up, his prick started to rise. He wanted to pass his hands up and down that lovely, supple body. He wanted to pry apart the lips of that bushy cunt and suck up whatever juice was there. God, he wanted to lick that snatch dry, to dip his tongue into the liquid, to titillate the velvet-line passageway.
His hand cupped a breast. The dark nipple rose. At first it was soft, then-it got harder, and bigger. In seconds it was as firm as rubber. Elfie stretched her voluptuous figure. Her mouth was half-open, her tongue moistening the full lower lip until it shone.
"You finally got around to it! Well, come, let us make up for lost time."
She was ripe, she was ready and what the hell! He reached for her, raining kisses all over her face and throat. Her hands opened along his back, holding him close. His prick drilled between her thighs and she squirmed, working her hips to roll the weapon a bit. She clamped her legs about his and gritted her teeth when he spread his hands against her buttocks, cupped them and speared her dead center, driving his cock right into her snatch.
She clenched the muscles of her ass as he drove all the way in. She moved upwards, contorting her legs, digging her heels into his bottom as he rose and fell. Her cunt devoured his prick sucking it in, holding it captive.
He plunged in and out of the hot flesh. She pressed him deeper into her, the position she maintained keeping the two bodies tightly glued. Her ass started to work violently and then she came. The peaks of his lust were also swiftly reached and he went into quick, brief movements and shot his wad.
Whining, she twisted about supplely, squeezing the shaft, getting every ounce out. The liquid continued to flow. He spurted like one gone crazy, making her cunt a bubbling pot. He dug his fingers into her voluptuous ass, rested his head on her monstrous tits and went slack.
4
The Colonel's wife eased her sports car into a tank station and switched off. The young P.F.C. who ran the place that was off limits to all save Army personnel came running out. He smiled winningly and set about filling the tank with super. She strolled about, studying the advertisements, the scenery, the swift passage of automobiles on the autobahn.
Her thighs felt slack, her nipples ached and she cursed Lieutenant Johnny Julian. The bastard hadn't contacted her once since his return from Berlin. And the last time he had slept with her, over a week before, he had treated her in an abominable manner, screwing her on the floor, smacking her about the head with his penis, using the damned thing like a club.
She stood there, tapping out her annoyance, a tall, dark-haired woman just turned thirty, high breasts out-thrust, flaring hips swiveling from side to side in agitation, round ass projecting like two balls.
The P.F.C., a handsome but too young boy, was a bit in awe of her. After all, the Colonel's wife. But rumor had it that she was fucking like a mink for the officers. He wouldn't mind a bit of that pussy for himself. He brushed dark hair from his eyes, took in her chiseled features, so like a cameo, her slanting light eyes and thick profusion of hair. A beauty, and that body! Shit! Shit, shit!
She caught the boy staring at her, knew that his eyes following the grinding action of her buttocks and the length of her shapely legs. Young or old, she figured, they're all after the same thing.
As she got out her coupons to turn in for the gasoline she considered that her husband, Leyland, would have a fit if he could read her mind. A P.F.C. But it would serve him right. No, she had Johnny to warm her bed. But where in hell was the bastard? Two to one he had latched onto some German whore and was putting the blocks to her. So what should she do, go flaunt her ass in a bar and hope for a taker?
Her eyes met the boy's. He flinched and turned away but she approached, standing slightly taller, and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you know me?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am."
She looked down and saw the front of his washed out trousers had come alive. Something throbbed there and a bulge appeared. The youngster had gone and gotten himself a hard-on.
"Now tell me, little boy, do you happen to have a back room in this tankstelle?"
His eyes were round from surprise. "Why? ... Yeah!"
"It's got a spot to lie down."
"Well, a cot...."
"Good enough. Come on, let's go and have ourselves a quick fuck."
"Huh!"
"Don't be backward, little one." Her palm flicked against the bulge and felt his solid bar. "Let's go!"
"Jees, lady ... this is a helluva surprise, you know. I mean I was watching you but I had no idea, you know...." excitement had him struggling to find the words and in his eagerness he tripped over an empty oil can to go sprawling.
Jean had her shoes off, her stockings rolled into a ball and now with skirt raised high she began to work on her panties.
The boy watched, awed. "Gee, you got a shape."
"Didn't you notice before?"
"Well, you know it's your face ... I was looking at your face cause you are beautiful. And I did like the way your can poked out, you know, so round and...." His eyes popped wide open. "Jees!"
He was awed by her curved hips, the sizable buttocks and extremely long, shapely legs. With a cry he unzipped his trousers and tugged out what appeared to be a good length of hose. Some fear that this was all a tease on the woman's part prompted him to rush at Jean. She had just deposited her panties on a table when the lad grasped her.
"Wait!"
"No, no." He was against her, hands on her butt pulling her flush to him. His penis slid right between her legs. Her stomach rounded into his groin as she arched her back and opened and closed her thighs. The pressure on his bar was intoxicating and he exploded, showering her thighs with semen.
"That did it," muttered Jean, thoroughly disappointed. The boy had a man-sized tool and she would have dearly welcomed its insertion, feel it probing her insides.
He apologized and looked about for a cloth or towel to wipe the spunk from her. She asked his age and when he told her Jean smiled, knowing youths could achieve erections several times within an hour.
"It's all right. Come, you're still hard, it's going to work out."
His enthusiasm had not waned. So when she drew him in close, squirming like an eel, his weapon drooping, rose an inch or so, fell, rose again and climbed!
"Hey, I'm up!"
"Come on, before some car pulls up outside and an angry motorist starts honking on his horn."
They settled on the cot, her rounded belly again next to his groin, his thing rubbing against the nest of snatch hair. She writhed under him, opening her thighs as he entered her. Her thighs closed, her ankles locked behind his and she pulled him in deeper. He cried out, her vagina was so trained that it clutched his penis, held it tightly and tugged him far within the cavern of lust.
The boy took over completely, rising and falling, up and down, pumping away, bringing Jean right to the point of orgasm. She bit hard on her palm while the lad mauled her breasts. She bent her back, made a strange sound and sank back, shivering all over. Ahhh, that was good, she had made it.
Her stomach ached, the sensation within her was wild and Jean imagined that she had reached the peak of passion and would soon descend. The boy was still hammering away in steady rhythm and she expected him to climax at any moment. To aid him she swished her hips, rotated her bottom and strengthened her grip on his body with her thighs.
She squeezed and squeezed ... and ... squeezed and ohh, shit! She was coming again. No, no, no. She tossed her hair about, grabbed his arms with rigid fingers and cried. It was like an electric current charging throughout her twisting body and she was unaware of what happened until her breath returned and she lay flat.
"Boy!" He was gasping for breath as he rose and fell. "You went off again."
"And ... you?" She felt all wet down there. Could he be one of those whom despite an ejaculation maintained both an erection and desire?
"Naahh, not yet. I'm still like a piece of iron."
Now Jean began to worry about the time, about passing motorists and she expressed her fears. The boy begged for time and ... he brought her to the fever pitch once more. Oh, no, oh, no, nnnnoooo! She writhed her ass, worked her hips, whirled her snatch around the active tool as the orgasm came on, possessed her like a demon and passed on, leaving her limp.
The boy had paused. He began to feel her up, testing the firmness of her breasts, the fullness of her buttocks, the length of her strong legs.
"Can't you come?"
"Gee ... I don't know ... There's no feeling."
Jean made a swift motion with her hips and the penis popped out. Rising on an elbow she examined it. The pole was fiery hot, muscular, filled with throbbing veins and coated with her slime. True, he was hard!
"All right, I'm game ... let's have another go."
"Gee, lady, you are hot."
"Maybe it's just a determination to bring you to a finish. You young kids, my God!"
The moment that he eased the quivering bar into still wide open snatch the excitement caught her again, coming on like a stunning blow in the pit of her stomach. Her ass began to roll, each full cheek grinding against the other. Her legs encircled his back. Shivers had her torso rolling.
The lad seared her good and properly. The constant friction brought her enough to the heights of passion and she urged him on, forgetting time, forgetting all fears, welcoming the raspy withdrawal and entrance, delighting in it.
"You kid ... you ... you're doing it again!"
"I'm almost there too ... lady, gee ... I'm going to pop off."
"Pop! Pop you son of a bitch!"
In out, in, out. Her cunt was thoroughly pierced, the passageway set afire, the intrusion continuing and she came, screaming as she had never screamed before. The kid, rather pleased with himself, went at it with a deeper concentration. He banged against the marvelously constructed, writhing ass. He pounded the smooth, firm flesh, hammering Jean, using his pumping phallus to widen the tunnel.
"Oooohhh, lady, lay-dee!"
"No ... oh ... no ... oh, no ... oh, no!"
More than a half-hour had passed and the boy had not experienced an orgasm. His outstretched pole was like a soldier's lance, capable of more killing. Jean shook her head. Her thighs ached, the insides were streaked with sweat and juice and the upper portion of her torso, especially her breasts pained.
"Look, I know a way, sometimes it works."
She made him sit and then she straddled him, spreading her thighs wide, guiding the tip of his penis to her crack. The, she sank down.
She gasped. The curved tool kept going up, up, like an elevator inside her. It reached the end, touched something and kept on going. For a moment panic seized her. She feared he would push the insides of her belly up to her throat.
Jean grabbed his shoulders and screamed as she worked up and down and revolved her hips in a circle. The boy, exercising great control, took it easy. He placed his rough hands on her buttocks and simply sat.
It was no good. She went through a couple of orgasms and went limp. He had to rush outside to answer the call of a motorist twice and when he returned, cock exposed, he was ready for more action.
"I know still another way."
He didn't question her. He simply ob-eyed her instructions and when they crawled over the cot she presenting her firm bottom to him, he realized that they would attempt the dog-fashion position.
"Fucking from the rear. Hot dog!"
He took her that way, ramming her straight, his hands gripping her swinging breasts.
"Oooooohhh ... I love it."
"Me, too, lady."
"But ... now I've got you, you little cocksucker. Now you are going to explode." Jean bounced her bottom against his loins.
"Bitch ... you're making me come!"
"Ha!"
"Aaahhhh, man oh man!"
He shot a load of juice into her, burning her so that she yelped but her ass kept bouncing as if the two cheeks were made of rubber.
"My God ... ohhhh, my God, it's a full gallon of come."
And, just as the boy went limp, the very second that his dick slid out of her overworked slit Jean came. She fell forward, moaning, her ass shooting up at an angle, her thighs writhing.
Whew! She drove slowly into Wiesbaden. What a humping! It would take an age before she got over that! Johnny was young, but he still hadn't driven her so crazy. Well, maybe at the beginning, when their affair was still fresh but now ... oh, man, she better watch it or she would get herself and that P.F.C. in a great deal of trouble.
5
Johnny was changing into sports clothes, black turtleneck sweater, flannel slacks, plaid jacket and black loafers. The sky was overcast so he grabbed his battered trench coat and slung it over his shoulder. Although he lived in a small flat in Wiesbaden he kept civilian clothes on the base in the event he did not want to go home first to change. He signed out, said goodbye to the duty Sergeant who called out: "Have a nice time, Lieutenant," and went out to the parking lot.
Colonel Leyland was there, standing next to the tall blonde girl who worked as a maid at his house. "Hey, Johnny, come here."
He went to them, checking out the girl as he approached: teen-aged, big-titted and sexy as all hell. Leyland had to be knocking that off.
"Hey, I saw your friend, that divorcee or widow or whatever the hell she is, Marianne, in town with a bee-ootiful chick. Oh, man! Was she a beauty!"
Gitta stamped her foot. "Liebling, you said I was the most beautiful girl you know."
"Check it, baby." Leyland looked about nervously. Soldiers were passing back and forth, aware of the girl and sneaking glances. "We're right in front of headquarters."
Johnny smiled, congratulating himself on his acumen. The Colonel was indeed having a great time with this chick. She'd drain him, though, too healthy, too young.
"I'm trying to get Gitta placed here as a secretary." He explained. "It's a better set-up for her than re-arranging my furniture and dusting the tables and all that. By the way, you were out of town, Berlin, wasn't it?"
"Yes." He avoided the older man's eyes, "I had to get away for a bit."
"Trouble with Marianne?"
"Not exactly."
"And who's the girl with her, her sister? They certainly look alike."
"No, it's her daughter."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah." He knew that the Colonel didn't give a damn so why all this nonsense? The man wished only to chase the broads and keep clean until pension time which was a year or two away. He never did any work of note and only appeared on the base to make it look good. He had fabulous connections and that was why he hadn't been dumped an age ago.
"Heading for your place?"
"No, it's one of those days when nothing is important. I'll just drift about the town and maybe something will come up."
"The wife's asking for you. You never drop out."
Gitta spoke up. "I make an excellent dinner."
"Heh heh heh." Leyland squeezed her round arm. "And how."
"Baby!" She pulled away, startled, her eyes round. "We are in front of headquarters."
"Great joker, this girl, eh?"
Johnny agreed that she was that indeed. Ordinarily he would have sneaked a pass but he was too involved at the moment not only with the Colonel's wife, but with Marianne as well. Worse, he wanted Marianne's daughter, Elfie now. One had to be his choice. But ... which one?
"Get together for a drink tonight?" asked Leyland.
"Possible, I don't know. I may just ramble about and see what is offered."
"What the hell were you doing in Berlin anyway?"
"Ask me a short time from now when I am officially discharged from the service."
"Nothing hush hush or I'd have known about it. C'mon, level, what's the deal?"
Johnny looked at Gitta. "You'd have me tell in front of her?"
"Huh! Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry. Don't know where in hell my mind's at these days."
"Regards to the wife." Johnny headed toward his Chevrolet. Christ, what an asshole that Leyland had become.
* * *
At that moment Leyland's wife was thinking the same thing. Her husband wasn't expected for hours, not after dragging off that slut Gitta, and that enabled her to make time with the gas station attendant. The P.F.C., once having gotten over his amazement at screwing the Colonel's wife in the Colonel's home went on the attack.
"Man, in a way I can't believe my luck."
"You better believe it. By the way, what is your name? Isn't it Wallace something or something Wallace?"
"Wallace Swanson."
"Swedish?"
"Who knows? My family is so mixed up, we got all kinds of nationality in it. Nobody ever took time out to tell me if I was of Swedish or German ancestry. Hell, I got an Aunt who ran off with a Negro. And that was years ago when everybody was prejudiced."
"You think people aren't today?"
"Maybe, but nobody says a word, there's the difference. Ten years ago there'd have been a stink. My sis is married to an Italian and I don't mean American Italian but one who is fresh off the boat from Naples."
"We are talking too much."
"So let's screw then, okay?"
She began to disrobe, peeling her clothes. He followed her into the king-sized bedroom and whistled like a country lad. Swiftly, he stripped, his tool already up, eager to be pumping away in her.
"Mmmm!" She murmured. "Big! And Hard!"
The Colonel's lady smiled happily and when she kicked her garments free, revealing the splendor of her hips and buttocks Wallace cursed. He was always fascinated by the spectacle of her buttocks. The silken-skinned globes projected, hard, firmly muscled yet so femininely shaped.
In bed he foraged between her legs, fingering her clit, moistening it and he placed the ball of his staff at the entrance. She was opened, readied, r awaiting the invasion. He went in smoothly, sliding home, all the way to the hilt until their pubic hairs mated. His balls whacked heavily against her backside and Jean cried out. Her long, shapely legs went around his waist and they began to move in earnest.
Her eyes were closed, her lovely mouth wide open and her cunt held tight to his bar like a vise. Her thighs tightened, her buttocks revolved. The action agitated her stomach, turning the skin red. Wallace clutched her ass and rose and fell. She was well lubricated, hot, about to come. His weapon created ecstasy and she flowed, whining as she climaxed.
"Quick, eh, baby!" He was in charge, ever the superior, in bed or out. He pounded her, his tool slipping about in the creamy foam. He wished to hurt her and he rode her in a frenzy, rising and falling more rapidly, causing her great pain.
He came. Jean felt him ejaculating. She opened her legs wide at the moment of his spending and closed them tightly again. Her cunt quivered and tightened like a sheath about his jerking bar. Still, he hammered away, shoving her back as she rose up.
Jean climaxed again, scalding his instrument, making it feel as if it were dipped in a pot of hot cream.
He burst so within her, releasing boiling jets of sperm until her snatch overflowed. Their combined juices sprang out, leaking down her threshing thighs.
Wallace refused to relinquish the game. He went faster, faster. His discharge took a long time to end. Jean sobbed, resting her face next to his. At last he rose, tugging his dick free, finding it difficult for the climax had closed her slit like a miser's purse. His prick dangling, trailed come across her thigh.
Jean lifted her head. Her breasts were swollen and her gash was still twitching and filled with foam. She tried to sit up and fell back.
"It was good."
"You're gonna miss it."
"Maybe."
"No maybe about it, you stupid snatch!"
"I won't miss you, that's for sure."
"Ohhh, I am feeding it to you ... all of it, all of this solid prick."
"I'm going off," she gasped, "I am ... going . ., going...."
"Yeah." He waited, timing everything until she rose and sadistically he went to work on her, knocking the breath from her stomach with a savage blow.
Jean rolled about on the floor, naked and moaning. The boy, watching, achieved a super erection.
His limp dong became a pole, rising high, stretching way out, taking on more muscle.
He knelt, working her over with his hands, his mouth and his tongue, going over her back, her thighs and her bottom, sinking his teeth occasionally into the hard flesh. She sobbed and twisted until almost insane.
She started to get up but he climbed on her back and the weight slammed them to the floor. She gasped as his knee went between her thighs.
Jean's grinding buttocks rose as something hard and hot slid between the crack. She screamed.
"No, no!"
"You love it this way, dog fashion."
Wallace jammed forward, shoving his dick in. Her vagina was pierced, the passage was afire and still, the intrusion grew.
"No, no ... my God ... you are stretching me."
"Yeah, baby."
"It hurts!"
"It's not meant to tickle. I got a real tool."
"Oh, no, no, nooo!"
"Aw, shut up. A little more and we're home."
"Ow ... OWA ... Aiii yyiiiieee!"
"You screaming or making Indian war cries!"
Her thighs were pushed wider apart, his heavy balls bounced against her twisting buttocks and he seared her vagina with his penis.
Jean always accepted the fact that Wallace was big, what they called well-hung but right now, taking her like this, he appeared tremendous. He was so large, his tip so rough that she imagined he had wrapped his dong in sand paper. The friction, strangely enough, brought her to the height of passion. Soon, she delighted in it, welcoming the raspy withdrawal and entrance.
"Oh, oh, you bastard!"
"Like it?"
"Yes, yes, oh, yes."
Jean began to lubricate, the pain had lessened, enabling a deeper penetration. She actually rejoiced in getting it dog-fashion. His hands went around to squeeze her naked breasts and she came, screaming as she never screamed before.
As for Wallace, he went at it with deep concentration, wishing to punish her but enjoying himself as well. Strong, hard, he banged against her buttocks, pounding her flesh, hammering her, using his phallus to widen the tunnel.
* * *
He left her, naked and beat, so fagged out she could barely move. Not a word of goodbye, just a disappearance into the bathroom, a swift donning of his clothes and he was gone. Out of her life. Why was he so afraid of the Colonel? Why couldn't he linger, keep her happy? She began to sob as she staggered to the phone. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she dialed the number of Johnny's flat.
Oh, God, this couldn't go on! Why had she allowed that boy to humiliate her so? Why, why?
* * *
Johnny visited a shop dealing in books and records, looked through the stock without buying anything and hit the streets once more. He passed a jewelry store and looked at the display, shivering at the sight of wedding rings, considering himself lucky that he had escaped the noose all of these years.
One hour passed and he found himself before Marianne's building. Without thinking he took the steps two at a time and rang the downstairs bell. No answer. He rode up in the lift and knocked on the door. No response. When he put his ear close, hoping to hear some noise, he was disappointed. He wanted to see Elfie. Dammit but he was thinking so much about that sixteen year old.
Downstairs he leaned against the building, not knowing where to go. A colored man dressed to kill stood off at a distance eyeing him. Johnny squinted his eyes, recognizing the soldier. It was Watson, dressed in duds that he ordered especially from America.
"Evening, Lieutenant."
Johnny sauntered over. "We're both off duty so forget the rank." He shook hands with the fellow and looked him over. "Cool appearance."
"You got to know it."
"You're a private, Watson, how do you manage?" .
"I could have been other things, man."
"You fuck up too much. Every time you're up for a promotion you pull something."
"Sheet, a few dollars more. What's that? You gotta get into the higher ranks of Sergeant to have any loot in the Army. I don't plan on being in that long."
"There's talk that you have a Cadillac."
Watson nodded. "Ordered from here, shipped over from New York. Disappoints me to know that mine is not the only one in Wiesbaden though." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the car.
It was parked a few feet down the narrow, curving street, a glistening sand beige convertible with shining chrome.
"How do you do it, Watson? Are you pushing stuff?"
"Man, you are asking questions now."
"Ahh, you're right. What the fuck do I care how you make your money."
"If you're looking to spend 200 marks I got a nice deal for you."
"A whore!"
"You got 200?"
"Watson, the whores start at 30 marks. 200 is well over fifty dollars these days."
"Sheet, I can get you something for twenty marks. The expensive item is something special. A once a week girl."
"So that's how you make it."
Watson spoke confidentially. "The others, I got to slip 'em a little prick now and then to keep them happy and let 'em know who is boss. Dig?"
"The others, eh? What about this expensive item, the 200 mark babe."
"Nothing."
"Just a cut of the 200."
"Not even that, man." Watson nodded. "I collect a little payment from her too. I love her, man do I love her because I can dig one hand into your pocket and the other hand at the same time into her purse."
"I don't understand this."
"She pays me a fee. Dig? I search down studs for her." Watson stepped back. "Now we all know you are a big make-out man, Lieutenant. Good looking too. Now why don't I trot you over to her?"
"Yeah, for 200 marks. You're off your skull."
"Can I speak frankly without your taking offense?"
"Go ahead."
"Okay, we know about you and the Colonel's lady."
Johnny's lips tightened.
The other man held up a hand. "No offense, we agreed."
"Go on."
"And you got yourself another piece of quim, not far from here, German broad."
"My life appears to be an open book."
"Well, I am telling you that this 200 mark item will beat them both. In appearance and in the sack. Man, you must get the fuck of a lifetime or you get your money back."
"Okay, what have I got to lose."
"Nothing, man, nothing but a little time." Watson linked arms with him and led him over to the Cadillac.
6
Gitta's big breasts stood up firmly, the thick rubbery nipples erect. When she pressed the length of her body against Leyland his penis slid right between her long legs. Her stomach rounded into his groin as she arched her back and opened and closed her thighs. The pressure on his bar was intoxicating and he exploded, showering her thighs with semen.
He apologized and looked about for a cloth or towel to wipe the spunk from the girl. She smiled all the while and drew him in close again, squirming like an eel, reaching for his still-hard tool.
Leyland refused to let anything else surprise him. That he was still ready and able after ejaculating would ordinarily have come as a shock. This time he accepted it and determined to put the girl in a position where she would be hollering for mercy.
Her round belly was again next to his groin, his weapon rubbing against the nest of crinkly blond hair. He thrust between her heavy legs, liking how she writhed under him, opening wider as he entered her.
"Ahhh, made it, in, really in!"
"Daddy Leyland, baby ... liebling, fuck me, fuck me!" Gitta's eyes closed, her ankles locked behind his and she pulled him in deeper.
He bit into her enormous, hard breasts, taking the thick tips between his teeth, licking them, planting kisses on the rolling rounds, exciting the girl.
He gripped her perspiring ass and drove his prick into her soaking cunt and out again, cleaving her in two. She screamed, closed her strong, naked thighs, clutched his hair with one hand and clamped the other to his pumping butt.
They made it together, arriving at the apex of joy in unison. As he squirted he used a speedier rhythm. She leaped under him like a crazed animal.
It was a while before their passions ebbed. He went after two beers and handed one to Gitta. They both drank from the bottle, enjoying the taste, sighing for breath, happy.
"You know, baby, I'm wondering ... a guy of my age, a young girl like you...."
"Well?"
"I'm like a bull." He pointed at his flaccid penis. "Used to shrink into nothing after intercourse but I know that within fifteen or so minutes I can get it up again. You excite me, God, you excite the hell out of me."
Gitta dropped the empty bottle on the floor and lolled in the bed. "I have got what it takes."
"That is a fucking fact, baby."
"And your wife?"
"I ... I don't want to talk about her. We don't sleep together anymore. It's just a marriage of convenience, that's all."
"And me? A few fucks and then you drop me?"
"Baby, what do you want me to do? Divorce my wife? I can't do that yet."
"But, I do expect you to do it one day, do you hear me? One day I must be yours legally. Now come here, to me."
Naked, they embraced while her fingertips brushed lightly against the surface of his back. Stepping away, she raised her arms high so that her globes were thrust sharply up, jutting out moving slowly as he started to squeeze and fondle them.
He felt the nipples harden to a ripe stiffness. The round, red buttons grew to an excited erection. Then his hands went to her hips, over the flaring curves before cupping the spheres that were her buttocks.
"AAAAhhhh!" Her legs were splayed, the moist slit between them pouting open. His palm was there, cupping the warm crotch. Tormentingly, a finger plucked at the slit. Then, it sank fully into the gash.
He took his time, repeating the process, his rhythm growing faster, the pressure increasing. His finger became moistened as the girl's excited juice dripped out.
"I ... I am going to come!"
Two fingers now went lovingly inside, worming into the succulent opening, both fully embedded, the hot moist flesh closing tightly around the intruders.
"God, are you soaking wet!"
"I'm popping off soon."
"We'll see," he said calmly.
"No, no ... I mean it ... oohhh, oh, oh ... God!"
"We'll leave him out of it, okay."
"Oh, please ... please, put your thing into me ... put your ... penis in."
He gave it to her without haste, pushing his fingers in and out in a steady, unhurried rhythm. He went down on his knees, around her, without dislodging his fingers, pressing his mouth against her bouncing buttocks. His lips covered the full, white flesh, his mouth making the skin wet. "Now ... now, I'll give it to you." His weapon was rearing up in a magnificent erection. His fingers slipped out, making a ripe, rubbery sucking sound as they emerged from all the wetness. Her spunk clung wetly to the digits coating them with a sticky film of love-juice.
He took her standing. Breathing heavily he moved against her, his hands going around her body and gripping the cheeks of her can. He pushed his thighs between her open legs, sending his weapon all throbbing and hard to its home.
Her bottom went wild. The globes of sleek flesh, muscles rippling throughout, rolled. He shaped them, molded the orbs as he wished while his phallus drove in and out.
She leaned back, gasping while the shaft reamed her insides. Then, she thrust herself forward, rubbing sideways, up and down, making the thing jump within her.
The heat of her privates made itself felt against his scrotum. She moved her hips skillfully, in a slow, revolving action. The petals of her sex flowered slowly, opening as they rubbed sensitively across his weapon.
He went down a bit while she went up on her tip-toes. She moaned softly, spreading her legs wider, offering her exposed womanhood to his exploring shaft.
"Ow, ow, I'm coming!" She closed her eyes and turned her head away.
"We'll get there together."
He went into his driving rhythm. She was so lubricated that each time his shaft made a withdrawal it was sticky from her emission. But he was now driving in and out, faster, ramming her with increased passion. He went on at a wild, insanely savage speed, filled with lust, giving it to her almost sadistically.
She flowed, mouthing a silent cry as the orgasm possessed her. Then she responded enthusiastically. She twisted her hips around, keeping their bellies tightly locked in, thrusting her loins in unison with his frenzied strokes.
"Oh, oh, it's still going on ... oh, oh, you, you MAN you!"
She gripped his buttocks to press him tighter to her. He clutched up handfuls of her wonderful ass too. She came again, this time unexpectedly, and she cried out. She kissed him hard, groaning her ecstasy into his mouth. Her buttocks twisted, becoming so frantic in their motion that he could hardly hold them.
Her insides were flooded. It was difficult for him, despite the size of his joint, to remain inside of her. Her vagina seemed to be growing hotter all the time, burning from the intensity of the climax.
She was wriggling and jerking violently. He held her tighter, knowing what was going to happen was inevitable.
It happened.
He discharged, releasing hot spermy fluid in a series of powerful jets. It came pumping out of him, flooding her insides out, sending the woman into a fresh paroxysm of desire.
"No ... No ... NOOOOooooohhhhhh!" Her ass began to clench in urgent, spastic lust. Her body strained. She could feel the full force of his ejaculation. Her hot, velvet-textured thighs clamped together. Her legs squeezed tightly. His dick burned like a torch as it struggled and threshed about. Her breasts squashed against his chest, lifting up as she bent her knees.
"Man, that was a wild one!" His shaft slid gradually out of the embrace of her thighs, still dripping come.
She fell, rolled over, presenting her rounded, quivering ass to his view, stiffened and screamed. "Oh, oh, I left this world."
"Sweetheart, am I glad that you came to this little one horse village."
She did not answer him. Indeed, she had left this world for some other one.
7
Watson was dancing about, happy that he had collected from the Lieutenant and the woman as well. "Don't be bashful, man, give Frau Renate Hesse a helluva good time.'"
It was weird, amidst several pieces of zebra striped furniture, oversized floor cushions, ornate cabinets, on what appeared to be a mile-long buffet sat the naked woman. Soft music floated from twin speakers. An enormous bubble lamp dropped a weird light on everything, altering the color of the woman's blonde hair and shade of skin, making the white rug seem gray, and dark furnishings light.
"Let me see the man," her voice was commanding like the snap of a whip.
"Step forward, man, let her look at you."
Johnny ob-eyed. "What the shit is this, anyway?"
Renate Hesse's eyes were a pale blue, her features aristocratic, her expression haughty. "Is he capable, does he know my demands?"
"Well, I didn't brief him if that's what you mean."
"In other words you simply brought him here. How dare you?"
The soldier's usual nonchalance was replaced by a servility Johnny did not know the man was capable of. "But he has been around, made all scenes. There ain't nothing the Lieutenant here don't know."
"Once you shoved a teen-aged boy on me, someone from the farming sections of America. Another time you tossed a socialist at me, a man who chatted incessantly about distribution of the wealth."
"Afterwards you didn't complain. As I recall you asked to see him again."
"He was excellent in bed."
"And what makes you think my man here is so bad?"
"Because in your desire for money you would offer anything." The woman rose, facing them with her breasts heaving. "However, let us see."
"There you go." Watson clapped Johnny on the back, "Leap to it, my man, make the lady know the true story. Give her the whole story, morning glory. Let her have the real tale, nightingale."
The soldier-turned-pimp's chatter was getting on his nerves. Besides, Johnny did not like the setup. The dame was a hooker, but a weirdo. He wanted to back out of the deal.
Frau Hesse sensed his hesitation. "Come. The bedroom is there. Get in and strip."
Johnny's mouth hung open. No one spoke to him this way, but no one. He would trot in there as she ordered but he would screw this aging bitch to death.
Anger seethed in his chest but as he studied the obviously perverted creature, a curious expression possessed his features. Her naked beauty froze him. He had an erection and an indescribably pleasure filled his loins. Without being aware of it, he unzipped his trousers and freed his penis.
"Hot damn!"
"Ah, yes, a length," the woman agreed.
"Sheet, baby, the man is going to make you know it." Watson continued his jogging. "But now three makes a crowd so I'll dig you numbers later."
The door slammed and he was gone. The woman wrapped her hand around the prick. "Ahhh, hard, and long. I shall love it, I know."
"And you are something of a beauty too." His mouth sought her neck. His hands roamed over the firm, out-thrust breasts. "I don't see anything weird about you and I should, shouldn't I?"
"No." She stepped back. "You would be very surprised at some of the men that Watson sends to me."
"How is that?"
"Oh, they'll fondle me and shove the stick into me and shoot and that is all very well and good but when I request something different-."
He began to peel his clothing off. "Different? What, for instance?"
"I have been around. Plain intercourse does not thrill me too much."
"Wild positions, some eating too, is that what you mean?"
"Hmmm, other things, also."
"Such as?"
"Some masochism, a little sadism."
"Huh!"
"You see, you snort. You are like all the other men."
His stroking went on, his active fingers going around a trim waist, down over the rounded stomach. He looked into her eyes, thinking they were so light as to seem nearly white. Finding approval there he plunged two fingers through the crisp, light, pubic hairs into her ready opening.
She was taken standing, legs spread wide apart, his tool going into her without difficulty. He carried her up in wild excitement and he came, the pleasure being unbearably keen.
"Mensch!"
"Hold it, baby, Johnny's not finished yet."
Far from going limp, he retained his erection. He plunged into the woman again. This time she twisted about, hopping on the balls of her feet with vigor. She was coming. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Suddenly, her vagina seemed to open wider and close tight, then even tighter, and she became hysterical.
It was difficult to remain within her. He gripped her hard, begging her to take it easy, explaining that they had all night. She flowed again and again, crying out:
"NOOOOooooo!"
He pulled out, passing his mouth over whatever area of her body excited him. She was not young, he knew, at least thirty-three or thirty-five but her shape was terrific.
He wanted to play with the fantastic body for a while but she was dying for another orgasm. On the floor they again copulated. She raised her legs high, guided him knowingly to the center of her being and gritted her teeth when he sent his prick home.
"Ah, but you are a size."
He wanted to answer, but felt himself foundering. Holy cow! It was happening to him again, and within such a brief period of time. Her thighs, holding him close were strong, her belly cushiony, her pussy tight and moist. He climaxed and lay upon the woman, exhausted.
"You are too much."
"But, we have the entire night, you told me that yourself."
They separated, rested a moment and got up. She bent over him, rolling the soft organ between her fingers and introduced it into her mouth. Her tongue and lips performed wonders, hardening him in no time at all. Again, he was ready.
He stroked her, his fingers insistently parting the soft lips, reveling in the warmth-within, causing her to breathe heavily. She came, moaning softly, her cunnie tightening about his finger. He slowly laid her back, waited until she lifted her long legs and brought his swollen weapon to bear on her.
Her fabulous body bent, her buttocks bounced up like balls and he was sheathed, running right in on the well-oiled track. Her hips writhed spasmodically while he jabbed her. Her arms were tight about his neck. One of his hands attempted to grasp the grinding elusive ass, the other closed over a firm breast. She came silently, gasping only when she felt his semen flushing out her insides.
* * *
They drank a bottle of cold champagne, ate small, spicy sausages, cheese and crackers, a few oranges and pears and listened to music. Johnny kept looking at his watch but Frau Hesse told him to forget the time. They sat facing each other, chatting, finishing the last of the champagne and then with hands linked, like true lovers they entered the bedroom.
He played and sucked on her breasts causing her to twist and tremble and moan. Her eyes were rolling in her head when he rammed his prick into her cunt.
"You know, for a woman of your experience you've got a tight hole."
"Yes," she gasped, "I ... oh, oh, oh ... I imagine the men who ... oh, oh, oh ... the men who give it to me ... oh, you are moving, you are starting to move."
He leered triumphantly, knowing she was fully in his power. "As you were saying?"
"The men who give it to me are not as ... oh, oh, as big!"
Her body, as large as his in length, bigger in width, writhed. Her desires appeared to be quite limitless. His passions were endless and he could give himself fully to the act.
Joined, they fell into a regular rhythm, their blood flowing quickly. His up, down motions made sucking sounds. She shuddered, clung to him, sobbed and came, falling back as she released her pleasure.
He continued to hammer her, arching his body and slamming her into the bed. Soon, she reacted, clinging to him with arms and legs, murmuring for him to let her go and rest.
* * *
Both showered together. Then Frau Hesse asked him to change the tape on the record player while she fetched another bottle of champagne from the frigidaire. As before, they munched on food and drank. He had no idea of the time, moreover, didn't care.
Then, she was kissing him before he was ready, pressing her bared breasts against his chest, opening and closing her long legs, threshing her wide hips from side to side.
His prick, a little limp, began to grow like something uncoiling. Tremendously erected, his weapon throbbed between her thighs. He clutched her tightly, fondling her buttocks, enjoying the twin globes of sleek flesh, liking the play of hard muscles within each cheek.
She screamed, turned away, dropped into a squat and reached down between her thighs. She rubbed her hairy crotch, drove a finger between the lips of her sex and released squeals of delight.
"Hey, and now what am I supposed to do with this?" He indicated his outstretched hose. "You are weird."
The woman ran into the bedroom. He had to chase her about the bed several times before he could grab and toss her down, her flesh quivering like hot jelly.
Atop her, inching forward, he allowed his bar to trail between her large breasts down to the belly to the furry bulge of her pubis. Her insides, already saturated with love juice due to her fingering made his entry easy.
He rode her thoroughly, ramming his prick in and out with increased lust. He drove himself, wishing to ruin her, to utterly destroy her, trying to work up a hatred so that he could last forever, all night if possible.
"Ah, no, ah, no ... you do not do this to me!"
"Oh, yes, you cunt!"
"Devil ... you teufel ... du, du bist ein teufel!"
"Curse all you want, just shag that ass."
"NOOO ... Ahhhh ... nein!"
"BITCH!"
"Teufel ... nein!"
"Okay, cunt, then I'll stop and you can go back to masturbating."
"Nein, nein, bitte!"
"What the fuck do you want anyway, then?"
"A FUCK!"
"Okay, here we go."
"Mein Gott! Ja, ja, ja, fich mich, meine schatz!" The beauty wanted all that he could give. Her hands held fast to him pumping bottom. She kissed his lips, groaning her ecstasy into his mouth, the rise and fall of her ass becoming frenzied, uncontrolled.
"You coming?"
"Ja, again, and again."
"Don't like it?"
"You are killing me ... oh, your movements are ... drying me up."
"Good."
"I am receiving the screwing of my life ... oh, that Watson ... that man, I shall reward him so."
He felt the woman pass her peak and decided to end his part in the show. He shot his bolt, releasing the full extent of his semen. His discharge was terrific, all boiling hot, the fluid shooting out jet-like.
* * *
It was five o'clock, dawn was late. They should have been fatigued after so little sleep but the woman wished more. He had slept atop her, his body wedged between her thighs. "No more."
"Ja, I wish more."
"You need to be beaten."
"Then ... beat me. I love to be masochistic."
He delivered a dozen slaps to her face. Her head went this way and that. Her ears were ringing from the blows. Masochistically, she shoved her ass up. The penis, hard again, found a home in her willing body. His hands clutched her can, he sank his teeth into her shoulder and he pumped away.
"Ooh, it is going to be good, an early morning fuck!"
He speared her beautifully, loving the agony of his vicious insertion. She enjoyed it too, sinking back, moving only the lower part of her body while he went up and down, diving into her cunt with long strokes of his prick. Now and then he altered the rhythm and she smiled.
Within minutes she popped off, her orgasms swift, one after the other. Then he flushed out her heated vagina with sperm and fell upon her, inert. She waited until he became small and slid out of her.
"No more, baby. Let me rest, then I'm going to go."
She raced to the closet and withdrew a leather belt. "Not yet."
Suddenly, she was swinging the belt in an arc, strapping him thoroughly. He screamed, ripped at the blanket with eager fingers and wrapped himself in it protectively.
"Crazy bitch! You're psycho."
"That is just the beginning, liebling!"
"That crazy motherfucker, Watson, bringing me up here. Wait till I get my hands on him!"
"All right, the way you carry on. A little whipping, ahh, mensch!" She tossed the belt aside. "Come on, let's play other games then."
There was a struggle, some blows were thrown, part of the room was wrecked and afterwards it was Johnny who stood, the victor.
Frau Hesse was bound, tied spread-eagle across the bed. It was his turn now to wield the strap. He whipped her until she screamed. Then, he engaged her in sexual intercourse.
He knew that the position would drive her insane. With her arms and legs tightly drawn she could not grip him while he rammed his bar in and out of her business. Only her lush hips rotated at a relentless tempo. Orgasms followed but she begged him to at least free her legs.
"No!"
"Please!"
"I said no."
He took his time, devising other methods with which to torture her. He would torment her breasts and sexual organ, using his toe to move around inside her vagina, dipping the bulbous head of his penis into her navel, or lashing her face with the king-sized weapon.
She loved it.
8
The two women, mother and daughter, Marianne and Elfie were fatigued after still another day of shopping. The floor was piled high with unwrapped packages and the closet was filled with dresses that would take the better part of a year for the girl to wear out. There had to be an end to this, Marianne figured, otherwise she would be flat broke.
"You are satisfied now, I hope."
"You are planning to marry me off to a wealthy member of German society. I must make a proper appearance."
"I don't wish to marry you off yet ... but Elfie, at the rate that we are spending money to make you fashionable, mein Gott, I shall have to go back to waiting on tables again."
"I can never imagine you as a waitress."
"No? What do you think life was like fifteen years ago? Worse than you people in East Berlin have had it. Now you see too many Mercedes Benz and Porsches and B.M.W.'s on the street and fancy furniture and Parisian frocks but at the time you were born ... men appreciated my beauty, but for one night only. I worked as a hairdresser, I sold sausages at a stand, I worked as a salesgirl and I waited on tables."
It was difficult to believe. The woman who lounged in the chintz chair was too elegant, with the airs of a Countess. "But you have been married several times and you possess property. It does not make sense to me, mutti."
Marianne considered that the girl appeared as spoiled as the daughter of a wealthy industrialist. A short time before in rags behind the iron curtain and now dressed like a high-toned model with her nose in the air. "From rags to riches, eh?"
Elfie shrugged. "You just said we are not rich."
"But you look rich."
"And so do you."
"Ah well," Marianne clapped both hands to her rounded thighs. "What's the sense!"
"Mutti, I have been thinking, what has happened to the Lieutenant?"
"No knowledge, no knowledge at all. He once visited me regularly but," she shook her head, "I have not heard from him in an age."
"Handsome man!"
"I would have married him if he asked me ... but."
Elfie remembered the night spent with Johnny and her loins began to itch. "Can you not telephone him, ask him over?"
"So often, I have phoned ... he is never at his desk, never at his flat. I guess it is over between us. Sad, eh?"
"Why can't we go to the base and look him up together."
"We wouldn't be allowed on the base without a pass. Anyway, I do not chase men. Furthermore, we're going out of Wiesbaden for a few days, further up north, to see your father."
Elfie's lovely mouth opened. "But ... why? You have been separated so long ... after the divorce you married others."
"Your father, the swine, Wiethold von Marne, has come up in the world. When we married he attended the university and afterwards refused to work. I supported him and you. I left him naturally and since then," she made a vague gesture.
"He has gotten rich."
"First from automobiles, used cars, ruined Volkswagens which he patched up. Then he purchased apartment buildings. Now he lives in a splendid villa and has been married and divorced more times than I. Why shouldn't he give you, his daughter whom he has not seen in years, some money. Perhaps, he can even introduce you to important men."
Elfie smoothed her dress along her flaring hips. "I should like to see him." Under her breath she whispered, "but I should like to see someone else better, Lieutenant Johnny Julian."
* * *
Another woman yearned to see Johnny. The Colonel's Lady was in a miserable state. Her husband was always off screwing the maid and she was left alone, except for those times when she visited the gas station attendant, Wallace. And that, she decided, had to stop, it had to.
Oh, where the hell was that bastard, Johnny? The doorbell rang and startled, hopeful, she rushed to open the door.
Wallace stood there, dressed in cheap civilian clothing, his hair wetted down, a sheepish smile adorning his face.
"Long time no see."
"You must be insane, coming here."
"Ahh, no sweat. Before I went off duty the Colonel came by with that big-titted blonde. He ordered me to fill the tank 'cause he was taking a little journey."
Mrs. Leyland thought rapidly, now what on earth was the old geezer up to. But one thing, she had to clear this farmhand out before neighbors visited.
"Look, ah, I don't wish to seem offensive but you better go. Too many people are on the premises and my position will be compromised."
The boy eyed her tight-fitting shorts. And her flimsy blouse clung too snugly to the high set, thrusting boobs. He wasn't about to go, not yet, not until he got what he came here for.
"How's about a drink?"
"Dammit, will you go!"
In one corner, an expensive looking tape recorder had been set up. It was about to be plugged in to a radio that had more dials and knobs than the cockpit of a jet bomber. The spools of tape were turning, the machine was ready to record but Mrs. Leyland did not bridge the connection.
"Baby, look...."
She jabbed a long, red-tipped finger at him. "You look. Giving my ass to you was a mistake but consider yourself fortunate that you got it. Now take what passes for your brains, recondition them, tighten up the screws. My husband is a Colonel, you dope."
That bit stung, and the boy tightened his lips. It wasn't his fault that he loused up the I.Q. examination and ended up pouring gasoline into the tanks of cars. "No need to carry on ... you begged for it. Hell, you were the easiest lay I ever had."
"Forget it. It belongs in the past." She strolled to the large picture window. Something tugged at her memory and she looked at the tape recorder. "I hope you realize that you've ruined my day. I waited to tape numbers from the radio."
Fists on his hips he stared at her. "You put out for me."
"Get out!"
"You cunt, I'm going to spread it around about how you spread. I'll describe the way you fuck, what your snatch feels like, what you say when you're popping off and how you smell afterwards."
She swung at him but he caught her wrist, twisted and she sank to her knees, crying out. The action was swift, her upper torso going in one direction, her madly curved hips wrenching about in another.
"Owwww!" Silk tore, buttons popped and as she lay on the rug, her hair spilled all over. She gasped out her pain even as her breasts were bared.
The P.F.C. gasped. He could never get over her boobs, those melons. The lust rose in him, his prick hardened and, using methods taught by the Army, he subdued the woman, rolling her over on her stomach, wedging through the tightly-closed thighs with his elbow, twisting her arm like it was pliable plastic.
Her mouth was buried in the rug, her screams smothered. She fought, using her free hand to push herself up. Her strength was fading fast, oozing out of her. She tried to curse. The bastard was going to rape her and there was not a damned thing that she could do about it.
"Lousy farmer!" Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Whatever dirt had been ingrained in the rug was smeared over her sweating face. She cried when he flopped her over on her back.
"Cheap prostitute!"
Right, left. His hands swept across her face, numbing her senses. She nearly blacked out. "No ... no, don't do this to me."
She was allowed to be free. Slowly, she half-rose and saw his organ, fattish and straining from an erection, the tip puckered. Her eyes closed as he shoved her back to the floor and set her. up for a pronging.
"Bitch!"
"No, no, please ... anything but don't take me by force, it won't be any good for you."
He peeled her garments away. She offered no resistance, only shuddering when he played with her taut flesh. Unwillingly she sighed when he loomed over her, running a finger through the curling hairs of her privates. Then he fingered her and she bounded up.
She was shoved back again and he flung himself down with such force that her breath went whooshing out. He mouthed her nipples and manipulated the lips of her pussy until the area between her shapely thighs was wet and frothing.
His tongue lapped up all sweat from her breasts. Her deep breaths suggested a fierce passion. Already, she was arching, open-legged, ready to receive the bone and muscle.
She felt his prick, it was there, and she used a trembling hand to push away the urgent column of flesh. "No ... no, no!"
"Oh, yeah ... you are ready!"
He forced her hard-fleshed thighs wide, shoving her heels back to her round backside. He licked first one lush, upthrust breast, then the other. He knew now that thrills were coursing through her and that strange but sweet agony possessed her. It was no challenge from here on in.
"No! It ... it ... oh, no!" She screamed when the boy gained a partial entrance.
"C'mon!"
She thrust her ass up with such force that he slid right into her. It hurt, causing her to yelp like a dog. He gripped that maddening ass and upped her, going in and out ruthlessly, packing her vagina with his organ.
She was stiff, offering him no passion, refusing to be a partner in the act even as the fire spread throughout her body. But she could not hold out for long and soon went wild, clenching her teeth and gyrating her hips.
Acquainting herself with the rhythm she shifted, closing her thighs, going up each time that he came down. She twisted her loins about his buried prick, making a circle around the heavy weapon. She moved her ass from side to side, weaving voluptuously, enabling him to reach greater depths within her.
Suddenly, there was a tingling that spread from her shoulders, down through her breasts, into her belly and setting her loins ablaze. Her strong body participated more eagerly as she arrived.
"Aaaaiiiyyyyiiiie!"
"Making it, ain't you, girlie."
Her stomach quivered, and she broke into a series of wild convulsions. She gripped him, forcing him to lodge more tightly in her. She flowed, feeling him grown more hard as he flowed with her.
The moment was not over.
He remained within her. He caught his breath, arched and claimed her again with a hard, masculine thrust. It hurt so that she bit down on her lower lip and unknowingly clenched the muscles of her backside. He was held in tightly by the maneuver.
"Aahhhh, it's tightern' all hell, ahhh, man the way that...." he widened her sex, probing deep with his blunt-edged spear.
She cursed him, and still she clung to him, loving his young strength, adoring the burning torch. The more he battered her, the more brutal his taking of her, the more she was maddened.
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" She came, lay back while he continued the assault and felt herself coming again. She jerked upwards, gripping his pounding bottom with her legs, flattening her hands on his pumping back. The way he jerked in and out had her delirious.
Her activities increased and she worked her hips in time to his rise and fall, closing the gap that existed between them by arching each time he bore down. She felt him spending. He was spilling his seed, the organ enlarging. It was so thrilling that she exploded again, experiencing a terrific orgasm. Her legs started to go up, over his buttocks but suddenly, the P.F.C. pulled out.
He stood, limp and wet, staring down at her. His trousers were wrinkled, his shirt a sodden mess and ugly red scratches marred one smooth-shaven cheek.
"It's you, you made me do this to you."
Her lithe body was soaking wet when she rose and her malleable breasts swung about like bells, their tips still thick and rubbery. Her rounded buttocks rolled as she gained her feet.
"Get out!"
A fear was creeping over him. He protested. "Now come on, don't tell me that you didn't want it too."
"I'll have my husband court martial you."
He swallowed a lump in his throat. "Now, wait just one minute."
She bent, retrieved her ruined clothes, bundled them into one big rag and mopped the dampness from her body. She did it in a casual manner, as if a rape had not taken place.
"These can be considered exhibit number one."
"Huh?"
She spoke lazily, jerking her chin at him. "The scratches on your face exhibit number two."
His fingers went to his face as it dawned on him. "Why you stinking whore!"
"Something else too, Mr. Private First Class. The tape recorder has been on all the time."
His mouth dropped open, he assumed the stance of a fool as he stared at the machine. The lights were still blazing, the spools going around and around and the twin microphones pointing in his direction almost accusingly.
His fingers were like claws to rip the tape, destroy the recorder. But the woman was a blur before his eyes, rushing to the bookcase. Volumes toppled to the floor, her hand plunged between the shelves. "Stop, or I'll shoot!"
He had yanked the cord from the wall socket. That was as far as he had gotten. He remained as he was, heeding her cry. The gun she trained on him was a .45 Colt automatic, probably her husband's.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot ... I'll go!"
At the door he turned, his face contorted by fear, his eyes registering a defiant woman, gun hand steady, big breasts heaving, streams of wetness trickling over the domed belly into the wealth of silken pubic hair.
"How can I tell you what I feel, how sorry I am?"
"I'm going to crucify you, you farmer. Best thing for you is to go A.W.O.L. and chance getting picked up because within a few minutes I'm making a phone call and having you charged with rape."
The door was opened, some air rushed in, cooling his heated face. "I ... I just didn't know what I was doing."
"Get going, you rotten rapist."
9
"You ignore me, treat me like dirt, chase after every woman in Wiesbaden and suddenly you have to sleep with me." Jean Leyland sauntered about in her lazy, animal-like way. Her panties sucked tight against her tantalizing ass, her long hair fell like a curtain, shielding the full breasts, and she kept running her hands from the wide, curving hips down the long thighs.
Johnny was already moving toward her. "I asked to see you tomorrow, it was your decision to meet now."
"I couldn't wait. Oh, Johnny, you don't know what it's been like, how hungry for loving I've been." Her lush thighs twitched and the ever-active hands passed over her ass.
He acquainted her with the impact of his hard body and the action made her cry out. Locked together, her supply body thrashing, she stood as tall as his five feet ten, almost as heavy as his one hundred sixty pounds.
They embraced, her fingernails biting into his back, her wide open mouth clamped on his, her teeth feasting savagely on his tongue. His prick was throbbing and captured between her tightly closed thighs. As she shifted, writhing her curved body, the pouting lips of her cunt contacted the balled tip of his tool.
Taking her that way was difficult. Her hips were jerking so, her big breasts rolling, the domed belly pumping. He clasped her splendidly shaped ass and sought connection, heaving with her trying to accomplish a sheathing.
"It's no good." He dropped to the edge of the bed willing her to mount him. She ob-eyed, climbing over, forking her legs wide, taking his dick in one hand, guiding it through the dampened forest to the cave.
It was a boiling hot cunt, seemingly endless but his weapon enlarged, taking up all spare space and she yelped and writhed her ass.
"OOOooohhh ... I love it!"
Her buttocks, resting on the upper part of his thighs were damp from body heat. Eyes closed, breasts standing out like melons, she leaned back. The warmth of her cunt was inflammatory. Her grip was wild, there were muscles there, squeezing his bar. Now he held her hips and ordered her to start twisting.
He moved in unison with her, enjoying the fast frantic action, liking the way that her ass revolved. The moment of climax, instead of arriving, was delayed. Each anticipated the motions of the other and locked together, doused from pleasure both were soon wet from sweating.
She drew her legs up a bit, locking with his, revealing the power of her extremely large calves. He timed her wild, writhing ass and whenever she came down he lunged up.
At last, the final rhythm came upon them. She was stronger now, working with her loins, making him slide powerfully in and out. His prick rode with each upward thrust to the limit of its length.
"Aaaahhhh ... now, now ... I know it ... please stop ... oh, stop."
"In ... a ... second ... I'm getting there ... too!"
"Now!"
"Yes, yes."
"Oh ... please ... please!" She bucked again and again in spasmodic release. "You're hurting me!"
He refused to be dislodged until he flowed. He dug deeper, jerking out his climax, feeling the hot cream of her come mingle with his boiling scum.
* * *
She left first, driving off in a taxi. He gave her five minutes then followed, looking about to make sure he was not seen. His Chevrolet, too big for this town, too costly to maintain, was before the hotel. Nonchalantly,-he entered it, smoked a cigarette then drove to the base. He had to shower, and change into his best uniform. Today, he was being honorably discharged.
* * *
Later that evening Johnny was back at the same hotel, in the company of Colonel Leyland. They were in the bar, the officer leaning on him, shouting over and over into his ear. "Lucky bastard! Discharged from the Army. How does it feel to be an ex-Lieutenant?"
The sweating face was too close and Johnny couldn't take it. "How does it feel to still be a full Colonel?"
"Ah, you know, a way of life ... anyway, a couple of years, 1973 I'm out with full pension. 'Course, I dunno what the hell I'll do. And...." his voice trailed off as the maid, Gitta came through the entrance, paused in the lobby and headed through the open door of the bar. She walked with a great deal of dignity.
"Good evening, gentlemen!"
"Hell're you doing here?" Leyland's lower lip hung loose.
"I am not allowed?" She was smiling into Johnny's face.
"Yeahhh, but...." The Colonel snapped his fingers at the barman. "Gin and tonic for the lady. Here, sit." He slid his bulk on to the adjoining stool so that the maid could sit between them. "I can't give Johnny orders anymore. He's a free man."
"Oh, yes?" Her face lit up. "May I buy some drinks then?"
Leyland waved a hand. "Save your money, you'll need it."
Johnny felt the full length of her thigh and calf against his. Also she had a habit of leaning over, speaking so that her breath played against his face and her big tit rubbed into his arm. She was a dream of a girl but he had been screwing Leyland's wife, now he couldn't fuck his woman too.
"I understand you want a job on the base."
"I shall need it now. Frau Leyland, the Colonel's wife and myself, we had words. She called me a soldier's whore."
"Huh ... that bitch!" Leyland's voice rose and drinkers in the bar stared at him. "I warned her to stay out'a my private life."
"Calm down," warned Johnny. "We'll get bounced."
"Shit we will. We're Americans, not a couple of foreign workers here. Shitty Germans know better than to act up. We supported the bastards for years until they got on their feet."
Johnny leaped from his stool and gripped the older man's arm. "Let's go sit out in the lobby where it's more comfortable."
Leyland allowed himself to be dragged away. "But ... we got music in there ... and it's dark and all."
A white-jacketed waiter followed the trio, bearing a tray upon which stood two bottles, siphons of soda and a bucket of ice. He stood silently until they were all settled in big soft armchairs then he rested his gear and began mixing the drinks.
"Here, bug off!" Leyland handed him a fifty mark note. "Have 'em charge this to my bill."
Gitta talked rapidly, twin spots of anger in her cheeks, about Jean Leyland's cruel and inhuman treatment. "She wants me out."
"But...." Leyland began to tick off on his fingers. "She fucked for that bald-headed captain, she put out for a man from Louisiana, a Captain too, with an accent like syrup. There was fat Major Blank, there was her distant cousin, some jerk workin' over here with a civilian outfit an' he come down to visit, screwed her black and blue for a week."
Johnny listened, shocked. "Can't be?"
"Yeahhhh!" Leyland offered him a set of bloodshot eyes. "I even heard rumors 'bout you and her, Johnny, course I labeled them rumors just like I heard she was spreading for a P.F.C. who runs the filling station. Rumors. But the other guys ... those're facts."
Johnny bent down to mix his drink. He noticed that Gitta was smiling cynically at him. That bitch Jean, acting like a virgin, pretending he was her only lover. "She got anybody now?"
Leyland took too big a slug of whisky and gasped. His face changed colors. He drank again and waited until his glass was drained before he continued talking. Gitta swiftly put together another drink for him.
"There's supposed to be some German, a wealthy architect ... divorced but I don't know." He emptied his glass, belched crudely and handed the glass to Gitta for another refill.
"You never know how it is with a woman," Gitta said softly. She looked into Johnny's eyes as she spoke.
"That is true," he said softly. He noticed that Leyland had trouble sitting up in his seat and was slumping, his eyelids fluttering.
"'nother," mumbled Leyland.
"Colonel, you've had enough, I think."
"Oh, let him, if he so wishes." Gitta dropped ice into the long glass and filled it to the brim with pure whisky. "Here, liebling."
"Thanks., .bay ... bee!"
Johnny watched the man drink himself into a stupor. He turned to Gitta. "What do you want to get him drunk for?"
"You don't know?"
"Can't be that you want to sack down with me."
"Why isn't it possible?" Her eyes gleamed and her mouth looked like fruit, dry yet smooth.
He watched the rise and fall of her breasts, the smoothly tanned legs and he was aroused. Why not be honest and admit that he lusted after this girl? Was her ass pink, he wondered, or sun-browned like her arms and thighs?
Leyland was now out, snoring away. Johnny pointed at him. "He's helped you a bit."
Gitta swung her massive breasts in his direction, her fully matured body moved restlessly in the armchair and muscles rippled along the swell of her hip.
"He can't do it anymore ... he's finished. We were away together. The first time he got it up, lasted about one minute and finished. The rest of the time he could not do anything. I do not understand. A short time before he could kill me. Now he is only a yesterday man."
"That can happen to any man."
"It seldom happens to men under thirty, such as you."
"He offers you a future."
She snorted. "So I believed, but he will not marry me. His wife is the biggest whore in Wiesbaden but he will never divorce her no matter what he says."
"What about the job on the base?"
"She will prevent that with her influence. No, this is all ended. I can look for a job as a salesgirl in Wiesbaden or I can go to some other part of Germany or...." her eyes fastened on his, "I can be saved by the right man."
"I still say why me?"
"Why not?" She got to her feet, tossing her ass about maddeningly. "I am good. Quite good and you may test me now and then make your decision."
"You know that Jean and I have something going."
"Sleep with me now, then sleep with her and compare the difference."
"There's another woman, her name is Marianne...."
"So! I would say I am better than her, too."
"I've also knocked off her daughter who is younger than you and a startling beauty."
"Mein Gott, you do get around, don't you? I did not think the competition was so great. Gott in Himmel!"
"You see, that's the way it goes with me."
"Because you are still young. Very well, I shall be a sport, try me out now. Afterwards, I shall leave Wiesbaden to visit my family in the country. When I return you may say yes or no. Agreed?"
"Okay, go over to the desk and ask for the room that John Julian used today."
"Today! You were here with a woman today?"
"This is no time for jealouses. I'm going to ask one of the waiters to help me drag the Colonel's carcass out to a taxi."
* * *
Gitta kneeled on the bed and pushed her breasts into Johnny's face. He squeezed them and her breath came short. His hand found her bush, his fingers caressed the pubic hairs and one digit entered the tight pussy, plugging it up. Her cunt moistened, and began to twitch.
She rolled over on her side and reached for his instrument of pleasure. Fully erected, it was a magnificent shaft, fat at the root and that roundness not at all diminishing at the tip.
"Ahhh, the Colonel never had this!" Both of her hands stroked the tool. Then, he crawled over her, lowered his weight between her already widespread thighs raised her slightly and ran his prick directly into the wet, gaping mouth of her snatch.
The beautiful female body bucked under his and this action hardened his cock even more. He went into long, smooth movements, penetrating her deeper, making her cream. Her ass tightened as the orgasm ripped through her.
"Mensch, I ... I never ... came so ... never so quick ... ahhhh!"
He refused to let her have a rest but continued to slide in and out. Slowly, she regained her senses and rotated her buttocks. Her legs went around his waist and her cunt muscles contracted, squeezing the inflated head of his tool. The silky, vaginal lips slid tightly up and down his shaft and again, he felt the hot stream of juice flowing about his pistoning bar.
"Impossible ... twice ... and you ... nothing, not even once!"
Johnny rode her, working himself up to an orgasm, moving his phallus into her vagina until she felt as if she would burst any minute.
Fires had broken out over every inch of her contorting body. His continued delvings into her pliant flesh brought on a wild climax. She came in a frenzy, shouting, begging him to fuck her more.
"OOOoooooh ... liebling, I am there again ... ooohhh, more, more ... oh, dig it into me ... harder ... please ... harder and faster!"
"How is this!"
"MAN!"
A twitching started in her that became painful. She arched, opening her legs wider and rolling her ass. He rode her more strongly, causing her to squirm in the flames of lust.
He hit the bottom of her twisting, wet cunt. He rose and slammed down again, moaning because his sack of balls flapped hurtingly into the widespread crack of her ass. The cheeks opened, sucking the balls in, then they closed, like two gigantic pillows and he screamed.
The cunt greedily swallowed the length of his prick and held him fast, preventing a further thrusting and he shot his bolt, the entire mass bubbling like an angry river from the captured sack of balls, shooting down the aching prick, discharging in her womb.
It didn't tickle her, it hurt! But Gitta arched her tightened ass and hammered up at him spasmodically.
* * *
Later, they talked.
He stroked her long, splayed legs, running hi hand lightly up from the full calf to the round thighs. One of his fingers nicked at the bush. I was still wet from sweat and joy juice, the hairs matted, the slit shining. He noticed that her thighs were all streaked with crusty come. "You're too beautiful for words."
"Perhaps this other creature, the one who is younger, the daughter, she is more beautiful but ', do not think it matters."
"I've some things to do, a little business to clear up, Gitta, then I'll give you an answer."
"Do not make me wait too long."
"Will you go and see your family?"
"It is best,; I think."
"My flat has to be given up. It belongs to the Army. I'll go and see Marianne, maybe talk with her daughter, Elfie, see Jean Leyland...."
"And screw them all."
"And if in the end I choose you will it matter whom I've fucked?"
She leaned over and kissed his limp, dangling thing. It trembled, wobbling as it grew, millimeters turning into inches, the flesh stretching, the bulbous tip enlarging.
Gitta kissed the bar tenderly. It pleased her to lip the full length, to squeeze and run her tongue over the quivering tip. He gently pushed her head away, gripped her ankles, rested them on his shoulders and sent his cock home.
She turned and twisted, tremors and thrills coursing throughout her. "Oh, yes, yes, Johnny, go ... go and fuck those women, but in the end you shall see ... it is me you will choose."
10
Wiethold von Marne went through the early morning feeling that something was not right. Two people, one his long-ago wife, the other a daughter he had not seen in years had come to visit and disturb his orderly routine. Pop! He snapped his fingers, just like that. A phone call from Wiesbaden and a short while later, a matter! of a few hours, the door bell rings.
The girl was an out-and-out beauty, film star material but he was surprised that Marianne still kept her looks. In fact, he had attempted to make love to her. Naturally, she shied away but it made him damned angry, especially since he had such a wicked hard-on.
He stood now in the bathroom, wearing the lower half of his mottled pajamas. It had been a brief struggle to the top, he reasoned, but he made it. And all the time he had concentrated on business alone. Most men his age were burned out sexually when they should still be alive. That was because they threw themselves into their work in their haste to make money like a bull at the gate. And while manipulating, rushing to buy and sell, ease out of unsuccessful projects, become involved with new projects they chased the girls. All had wives to screw but they wished young flesh, girls in their teens and early twenties.
Burned out. All of his colleagues. Every single one. Oh, rich from coffee or construction or stores or restaurants or publishing but when it came to fun, unable to throw a decent fuck into a woman.
Not him! Wiethold smiled at his reflection in the cabinet mirror. He had paced himself, screwed only when the urge was upon him, concentrated on more important matters. Now he could take a girl away for the weekend to a resort like Sylt or Travemunde and give her a good time in bed. Not many men his age could boast that.
But Marianne ... Gott, did that bitch retain her beauty! What a striking and sensuous bitch! How did they break up, why?
Shit! Will you just look at that! The mere thought of Marianne and the flag was up. The bar was out, the tip big as a golf ball, just dancing away. He had half a mind to phone one of the call girls that he used on occasion and line up an appointment for a quickie.
But, it was too early to follow through on the idea and regretfully, Wiethold von Marne stepped under the shower.
Afterwards, he toweled down, patting his hard penis gently. Oh, mensch, he was in a bad way. He couldn't wait to shave, the excitement was too great. He had to get out of this house and find a piece of backside.
He opened the door, a fine figure of a man at the age of fifty, tall, handsome, well-built and with the stiffest rod on record before him.
Steam billowed from the bathroom. Elfie, standing in the hall fanned it away. The clouds fled, rising toward the ceiling. Seconds before Wiethold was obscured by the thick steam, now he was naked, his weapon at attention, his steel-blue eyes meeting his daughter's.
"Elfie!"
"Scheissen und pissen, das ist ein hammer!" It was gutter language, straight out of the slums of East Berlin but she could not have passed off the moment with just a casual remark. Her eyes were riveted to the penis of this man whom she had not seen in years but was her father.
She had seen nude men from the age of puberty and his naked body was no special discovery but his tool was. He had been extremely handsome in his youth, she knew, for her mother had shown her pictures. But she had never considered him as someone vague, someone who had gone from her life, become rich and lost interest in her.
But he was her father! But fathers were supposed to be old, gray-haired, stooping, wincing from the abuse heaped upon them by an indifferent world, struggling to stay alive and staggering.
Wiethold did not move. On his part he was aware that this strange girl, his daughter, his own flesh and blood, was a beautiful girl, a sexy creature who moved in a rhythmic, exciting way. In the gloom of the hallway her breasts scarcely hidden by a pink nightgown were extremely full, rich with flesh and firmness. Mein Gott! The damned balls stood right up. A man could balance loaded beer bottles on each.
He looked down, and then up, his eyes scaling the deep valley separating the twin pink mountains. "Mein Gott, but you take the cake, Elfie, with those bergs," he said, rather huskily.
If he had been someone else she would have pitched herself to the floor and pulled the man down, jammed his thing inside her. But a gleam entered her eyes, she saw a chance at something. "Mutti," she screamed, "Mutti!"
The screams brought Marianne on the run. One minute she had been in the strange, luxurious kitchen, preparing breakfast and the next found her in the hall comforting the girl.
"Now, then, what is all this screaming about, meine schatz?" Her eyes, roving for the cause went from her husband's face to his still out-thrust prick. "Ahhh, I see, ja, I see all now."
"Wait!"
"This girl is your daughter! A few days ago you would not have recognized her on the streets I know, but she is still your daughter."
"No one said she wasn't. I accept her."
"Your ... your ruler! Straight out!"
"Now wait," Arms outstretched he stood there, a prisoner in the dock, pleading his case. "It has been up since I rose this morning. I even tried to take a cold shower."
"That is no excuse! You could have thrown some clothing on."
Elfie was at the deep end of the hall. "I am so frightened."
Wiethold looked down at the offending penis. It was still rigid, something starched. Mensch, what was wrong?
"Look, Elfie ... it happens to be my condition."
"I only know that you have forgotten me. To you right now I am just a girl, someone to vent your morning passion on."
"That is not true."
"Is that so? Why didn't you ever attempt to get me out of East Berlin?"
"Correct," put in Marianne. "Do you know the fortune that it cost me to rescue her."
"You will get it back, every pfenning," Wiethold assured her. He then turned back inside the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. His dick rose like a cannon about to be fired.
Marianne and Elfie winked at one another in the hall before the older woman came to lean against the doorjamb, smiling cynically. "That is the way that it goes, eh? With my flesh and blood."
"She happens to be my flesh and blood, too. I have done some dirty things in my time but sleeping with my own daughter will not be one of them."
She snatched a towel from the rack and flung it at him. "Cover that thing up." The movement sent her big breasts dancing within the loose confines of her negligee and he noticed it.
It was her fault, he thought as he shaved. Just' thinking about her marvelous, still sensuous body and he developed stiffness. He sluiced his face in cold water, patted an expensive eau du cologne against his cheeks, chin and neck, combed his hair and headed for his bedroom. Halfway there., he remembered and returned to wrap a towel about his middle. His erection was extremely painful.
Marianne was in the guest room, the one used by Wiethold's last mistress and furnished in the style that she wished. He would have passed by but an anger had him turning in, watching her before the vanity table, doing her nails. Her eyes met his in the mirror, challenging him and suddenly, it was too much.
Wiethold ripped the towel from his body and threw it at her. She ducked, and the damp linen sent perfume bottles and jars of cosmetics tumbling.
"This is my house. And you, you are an uninvited guest, a woman from my past who has no rights here. Understand that? Look at you, using cosmetics that belong to my old girlfriend. Typical of you, Marianne, you were always too clever, always conniving, always grasping."
"Your daughter has some rights here. If you can bring your whores here, then she can come here
"She, yes, but not you. What we had has long dissolved. But, if you wish to consider yourself a whore then come along, by all means." Wiethold wrapped both hands about his joystick. "You are going to get this now, whore!"
"The hell I will."
He gestured at the bed. "Get in there. And be quick about it. Women who use this room usually give me their bodies. It is a fair exchange and now I am making my demands."
Marianne was swift. She snatched up an empty perfume bottle and threw it accurately. It landed on his temple, breaking the skin. He tottered, shook his head, recovered and sent a brutal blow her way. His full weight went into it. The fist landed beneath her breasts, on the belly. Marianne blacked out as she fell.
She regained consciousness and found herself naked. Her pajamas had been removed, the door locked. She crawled to her knees, her eyes wildly roaming the huge bedroom, seeking something to be used as a weapon.
As he took her she scratched and kicked. "I have not slept with you in years and fortunately it was never habit forming."
"Ah, I knew you had other men while you were married to me. Your performances in bed were improving too much. Toward the end there I often felt like a fisherman with a furious shark on his hook."
"I have a young lover in Wiesbaden, so leave me alone."
"How could he allow you to leave, a woman of your outstanding looks? Gott, but you amaze me. Indeed, I shall make use of this surprise visit."
"I wished you to see Elfie," she yelled.
"And I have seen her and henceforth I shall assume responsibilities toward her."
They struggled but he was an uncivilized beast. He clapped a hand over her mouth. She tried to bite it and was smacked across the cheeks and her lovely face was red and numb.
He used his strength, handling her like an unwanted object. She was tossed halfway across the room to land on the bed. As she bounded up he crouched and sent a well-timed blow at her rounded chin. It caught the nerve center and she nearly passed out.
She could only raise her head and focus on his penis. Suddenly, he seemed abnormally built. It was jutting out, emerging from a thick forest of tangled gray hair.
"You ... you were never like that when I was married to you ... pills or something, you have been using them or else ... some strange kind of salve."
"Idiot! It is because your men, your lovers, they now, hah, they are pigmies where it counts. Pencils, that is what they have got. Mine has always been a hose but naturally you did not remember."
She closed his eyes as he went into her, without any preliminaries, sending his shaft home.
His hands worked under her and he began to rise and fall, chafing her insides with his tool. He probed, digging into her, hammering away, going deeper, trying to excite her. She was too hurt, too angry to react and his savage thrusts widened her, stretching the sides, pulling in and out.
She realized that there was no point in struggling. Give the bastard what he wants and he will finish. He finally slumped atop her, rested, then withdrew, his limp member spitting out drops of joy juice all the way down her leg.
"Can not say that you were any help."
"You have gotten what you wanted, now please go and leave me alone."
He wiped himself off on the bedclothes and exclaimed gleefully, almost like a child. "Well, now will you look at that!"
The flag was up again, the once soft dick was again a hardened weapon. She shrank back, screaming: "You did take a pill. You've been using some sort of stimulation, some aphrodisiac."
"You are doof!"
"Get away from me."
"Come, let us have another go. Perhaps this time you will reach ecstasy."
"Monster!"
"No going to business for me today. I feel as if I could screw the entire morning away."
His strong fingers bit into her smooth shoulders, forcing her back. He was too strong for her, even though she was a big woman and struggling like a caught animal. Her shapely legs were thrust up high, her bottom went up like enormous twin balls. He knelt on the bed, his bar straight out.
Her ankles rested atop his shoulders, her hefty calves against his chest. Now a thick, fleshy log, one that was on fire, went roaring into her. She screamed. The invasion was vicious.
"No, oh, no ... don't!"
"Mensch, for a woman who has had a child, probably a dozen abortions and three dozen lovers you are tight! Like a glove!"
"Wiethold!"
"Ahhh, ja, meine Marianne!"
"Don't!"
"Don't what? Screw you like this?"
He kept on. Her insides ceased smarting. His first flow had moistened her and now the pain had lessened. Skillfully, she began to move, throwing her curving hips from left to right, grinding the cheeks of her ass. She knew what she was doing and thus, was better able to absorb the iron hard weapon.
His lunges quickened. He gasped, "ah, what a woman, you are, what a bitch!"
"Pound me, Wiethold pound me to death!"
"Ahhhh, can you screw, the way you toss that big ass around!"
"Yes ... yes ... ah, yes!"
"What a pussy ... it's tight!"
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Your pussy is so cruel ... it has jaws and teeth. Oh, oh, you bitch ... I am coming."
"Come!"
"Yes ... I am, ah, ah, ahhh!"
Wiethold rolled off Marianne and lay still. She tried to rise but again she was held back. Now, he miraculously recovered, straddled her and dangled his full length, still hard.
"It still has got to be taken care of."
"Mein Gott! You are like a boy of eighteen!"
He pressed his palm across her nose, cutting off her breath. She opened her mouth, not to scream but to take in air. He seized the advantage. The bar of rigid flesh was rammed between her lips.
"Now suck on it."
She tried to spit it out, it was choking her. Oh, but it was big and hot, resting right on her tongue. He began to work with his hips. The dick was sent all the way in, gagging her, then withdrawn. His movements increased, taking on vigor and then his hands seized her head.
Wiethold was coming. She sensed it from the manner in which he tensed. Suddenly, he shot and shot, draining himself into her.
"Jugend, jugend!"
Marianne was thoroughly debased now, a piece of human flotsam used to satisfy criminal lusts. The liquid was clogging, boiling hot and when he pulled out she spat.
"Let me up," she pleaded. "Turn around."
"No!"
"Turn, or I shall beat the living hell out of your ass."
"Elfie, Elfie," she screamed. "Elfie! He is killing me ... Wiethold is killing me."
The girl's fists pounded on the locked door. "What is going on in there?"
"Go away," answered Wiethold.
"Elfie ... please, oh, please help me!"
Wiethold was busy, turning her. Her face was pressed into the bed, a knee on her spine while he licked her buttocks with his hot, rasping tongue. He paid tribute to her beautifully shaped butt, kissing and biting and stroking each fruit-like cheek.
Marianne tried to clap her thighs together but he forced them apart with his legs, slid his hands under her to clasp around her belly, hauling her up.
"Whew! It just grows, your ass. Have you got an ass on you. Big. Tremendous. King-sized! Ah, but it feels wonderful, puts me right into paradise."
Then, he drew back, rested the bulbous tip next to her anus ... time it and then ... Wiethold struck!
The pain was horrible!
He claimed her in one painful thrust, pushing himself in solidly. She cried, begging him to cease. Her mouth twisted, her eyes smarted, and she sobbed hysterically. He drove his prick in and out of her asshole in long, hurting strokes.
"Now ... now I know it!"
"I ... am ... going ... to ... ohhhh ... nooooooaaahhhh ... you rotten bastard, you motherfucker!"
"Nice language. Comes from associating with the Americans!"
"SHITHEAD!"
"Now! Oh, the way ... the way that it is happening, a full liter ... do you hear, more than a liter ... perhaps two liters of cream are being given you."
Wiethold went faster. Harder. He thrust in deeper, inflaming her unnaturally. His animal-like grunts filled the air in the room. She passed out just as he came, discharging his wad, filling her until it overflowed.
11
Elfie could not stand hearing the screams and the grunts. She ran into her room and slammed the door. At first she had been horrified but afterwards lust crept over her, possessing her completely and the thought of sex occupied her mind. She ran her fingers through the silken mass of her hair feeling her abundant breasts become taut.
This was all like a knife-thrust, like the first time she lost her virginity, this feeling and suddenly her legs were like jelly. She pressed both hands against the enormous mounds hoping to relieve the aching, yet so delirious agony. Every part of her, the insides of her thighs, her hips, her breasts all pulsed for a man's hand.
The small nipples were engorged. The very fingering of them caused her to cry out. She felt limp. Eagerly, she groped between her full-fleshed thighs and began masturbating, running her index finger between her cunt lips. In and out, in and out and within one minute she was flowing and convulsing.
"Ahhh, Gott, the pain, the pain!"
Just like the first time, when she was fourteen yet fully matured, taller than most of her schoolmates, her body fantastic. She had a way of walking then, eyes front, breasts bouncing, buttocks grinding rhythmically.
Oh, the boys had felt her up, squeezed her tits, stroked her ass, tried to get a finger up her snatch. She allowed it willingly but the trouble was their lack of control.
So many had come in their pants. She remembered those times, the sudden moan, the wild look in their eyes and the blob appearing on the front of their trousers.
Others manage to get it out but shot on her thighs. One boy, more enterprising than the others reached her privates and released his load on her pubic hairs.
Boys were not the answer she knew then. But what man would take her?
Near the beach was a shack occupied by a middle-aged man whom some claimed was a drunkard and other stated an excellent artist. It was rumored that he was loyal to the German Democratic Republic and thus, the State left him alone.
He often came out to watch the youngsters swimming, his eyes resting more than once on Elfie's matured body.
He took her virginity.
One night she went to him, bringing a bottle of German whisky that she had stolen. He greeted her, took the booze and asked what she wished. She told him and he merely nodded, accepting the reason for her visit.
Naked, he displayed a barrel-like chest and a penis much longer than those nature had blessed her boy friends with.
He put the bottle of cheap whisky to his loose mouth and swallowed deeply. "Agghhh! But that is wonderful stuff!"
"I am glad you like it."
He looked the teen-ager over. Standing near the lamp she offered a good view of her splendid young body, the ripe jutting boobs, the big, curving ass.
"Extraordinary."
She silently removed her clothing and allowed him a better look. For a long time now she had awaited this moment. She got into the man's unmade bed. It was rumpled, evil-odored, the sheets and blankets grimy. She lay back, legs parted and brought high, waiting. "Well?"
"Shit! I'm limp. Will you look at that. Must be that shitty booze." He knelt on the edge of the bed offering the worthless tool for her inspection.
Elfie rolled over on her side and took the limp penis in her hand. She fondled it and the blood slowly leaped into the man's loins. Inching her way closer and moaning a bit the teen-ager opened her mouth. Slowly, she sucked the limpness out of the cock, starching it. Her full lips wet the tramp's pubic hairs and he shuddered.
"Ah, yes, my young lady, you know your business!" He sank his teeth into his lower lip. Shit! He was rising, getting hard, becoming a fucking steel pole.
"Uuuuggghhh!" Elfie gagged. The instrument, swollen now filled her mouth. Withdrawing a little her tongue flicked over the tool, right down to the balls. The tramp grabbed her head between his hands and lunged in and out of her mouth.
Tears leaped to Elfie's beautiful eyes. He was not small and the extremely hard bar was ramming down her throat. She released a strangled scream but continued to chew the massive cock.
He mauled her shoulders, her agitated, swollen breasts and the cheeks of his ass tightened. He clenched his teeth, held fast to her and shuddered. Elfie's eyes blinked when he came. The thick, hot cream burned her tongue. Joy juice leaked from both corners of her shapely lips. "OOOOoooooh!"
"Oooh is right, sister. Now then!" He pulled himself free, shook his still hard cock a bit, shoved the girl on her back and took her.
"NO!"
The tramp was anything but gentle. The girl's virginal body arched when her thighs were roughly shoved apart. Her contorted mouth was still bubbling with cream. But now, he was past the lips, shoving forward, grunting, holding her twisting ass in his hands, gaining an extra inch. Then, he was buried to the hilt in her hairy young snatch.
Elfie was no longer a virgin!
She wept and cried out as he raised her up and rammed her. She shuddered from the pain. His hands kneaded her ass as he pumped in and out, driving himself to a wild pitch.
"Hurts now, kiddo, and you should see the blood flowing out. But after a while, you'll start to feel something."
He lasted a very long time. She just lay back, letting him have his way, accepting his entrance and withdrawal, feeling nothing, just a numbing sensation. Her eyes, still damp from her tears roamed around the shack, coming to light on a wall clock. She realized that they had been here for a half-hour. He must have been in her for at least twenty minutes.
Elfie finally began to recover from the initial shock and to take interest in the act. Soon, she was moving along with him, rising to meet his fall. She coiled about the tramp, tightening her arms, one about the neck, the other about his body, mashing her hard breasts against his chest. Her teen-aged legs, powerfully muscled, locked in his, holding him fast.
"Little lady, you're strong!"
"I'm giving you exactly what you gave me. You're going to know what it is to fuck a kid."
"Shit, I'm knowing it now."
Her entire body was in action, the ass he held grinding, chafing the palms of his hands. He rose, practically tearing his prick out of the fleshy vise. She arched, pulsing spasmodically and cried out in ecstatic abandon.
"I think ... yes, yes ... I think I am going to have it ... an orgasm!"
"Meeeee tooooo!" He bellowed.
Elfie rose, merging with him, flowing in motion with him, her sex grasping his pulsing instrument tightly. They were welded together, moving as one. He thrust as deeply as he could into her passage, rested, withdrew as much as her now avaricious cunt permitted and thrust again.
The bowls of her ass tightened in his hands. She screamed and screamed for what she thought was a dream was finally reality. She was coming. As the orgasm leaped to life, beginning at the base of her loins her vagina tightened like a fist. Her body was hurled up savagely.
Flame blazed in the man's loins. His penis grew beyond proportions. As the girl threshed furiously under him, in a wild passion, releasing harsh moans of rapture, he came.
She fell back, panting, quivering, groaning from exhaustion and pleasure, feeling the entire load delivered in her funnel. A full liter of juice was dropped in her and she thought:
"Aaaaahhhh, at last I am a woman!"
* * *
She returned to the moment and went to her mother.
The door burst open and Elfie staggered in. She ran to the stricken woman and cradled her head on her breasts. "Wiethold ... even if you are my father you are a beast!"
"My house ... she was here, naked, in my house." He was weak, his penis at last limp. "In this room ... any woman is mine, her body, front or rear, all mine. That is my privilege."
"Raped her, didn't you?"
"Shitty women. Good for one thing only." He waved his hands as if he would be fanning away a swarm of flies. Somehow, weakened as he was, he got to the bathroom. For the second time in less than a half-hour he began to take on shape, rising under the hot spray.
What a dong!
Had he accidentally discovered the fountain of sexual youth? Mensch, but this was amazing!
Minutes later, when he went to dress, still stiff, feeling quite gay, he found his bedroom door bolted. He then went to Marianne's bedroom and shouted for her to open up. Shit, the door had been broken open, the lock ruined. Ahhh, yes, furniture was propped against the door.
"You two women, bitches, pulling this on me, in my house."
Cursing, Wiethold strode outside, disregarding the fact that he was naked. Through the garden, past the three car garage and around the side of the house he went. The windows of the bedroom were closed, the blinds drawn.
He began to heap curses upon mother and daughter, the futility of life, and the need for sex and went back around the front, picking up small stones between his toes, cutting his feet on sharp sticks, scraping his bare flesh against the thick shrubbery.
A car careened to a stop just beyond the gates and a man sat, staring at him.
Wiethold waved a hand. "Morgen! Nice day, isn't it?"
He tested the front door. It was locked. Damn those women anyway. He punched the bell. It sounded throughout the house. He kept this up for some minutes then decided to break one of the windows. As he reached for a rock he noticed that the man had left his car.
"Pardon, but are you in some sort of trouble?"
"It ... it is quite strange, but I appear to be locked out of my own house."
"In your birthday suit?"
"Look here, I am no lunatic from an asylum. And I am not a fugitive from a nudist colony. I happen to be locked out."
"I see. Perhaps you stepped out for some air and neglected to put your pants on."
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing on my grounds? I do not have to explain a thing to you. Clear off."
"There is a police car parked just down the road. Perhaps you can explain to the law."
Wiethold was taller than the man, heavier, much broader across the chest and shoulders. But the stranger was younger, his reflexes better.
"You prying son of a bitch!"
He came forward, swinging his right. The man stepped inside the swing.
There was a loud crack. The older man's head went back as if it were unhinged and he fell against shrubberies before pitching forward on his face, out cold.
The front door opened. Two beautiful women stood there. One was naked, and disheveled, the other much younger, wore only a nightgown. The man's jaw dropped, he stumbled back, feeling he had wandered into a garden of evil.
"What ... what the hell is this, an orgy?" He looked at the unconscious man. "Does he ... really live here?"
"Wiethold von Marne. This house, all of this property is his," explained Marianne.
The man's only desire was to turn and run. Wiethold was groaning now, kicking out his legs, blinking his eyes. The conqueror looked at his victim, looked at the women, thinking God above, did those two have tits! And what a bush on the other one, sort of blackish and dripping wet!
"Sorry ... I...." He turned on his heels and fled.
"Look, mutti, you frightened him off and I could have used him a bit."
"Come, help me lift poor Wiethold up. We've got a lot of business to discuss, he and I, financial business."
12
He had heard that Marianne and her daughter Elfie, were back in Wiesbaden but the old flat was empty. Seeking the renting agent to question their current whereabouts was of no avail. Finally, he went to the post office and discovered they were now residing in a house just beyond the city in a wooded area close to the autobahn leading to Frankfurt. Johnny drove there and was admitted by a maid who said that the gnadige Frau was in the garden.
From somewhere dogs barked furiously, a slight wind magnifying the sound. Johnny waited in the pavilion, a dark room feebly lit by a single, small lamp. He rested on the chaise lounge, stretched out his legs and examined his surroundings.
His swift inventory of the room saw the Aubusson carpet on the floor, the wooden-paneled walls, the 18th century armchairs, the old musical instruments such as a harpsichord, a viola d'amore and a viola da gamba.
What the shitting hell!
He got to his feet, amazed. These things cost a fortune. Marianne had been running short of loot when he rescued her daughter. Had she robbed a couple of banks or masterminded a fantastic heist?
He whirled about, fascinated by the Chippendale gilt mirrors and the George I candlesticks, complete with snuffers and stand, and an oil portrait of a beautiful, brunette.
"Me. Eighteen years ago."
Marianne stood there, her lovely eyes burning brightly, her teeth very white. She wore a riding habit and a German Shepherd was by her side, drooling.
"Marianne!"
She smiled at his appearance, the turtleneck sweater, the battered whipcord trousers, the worn tweed jacket. "I don't know, Lieutenant, I think that I prefer you in your uniform."
"You've just disappeared."
"My daughter, Elfie, had to be taken to see her father." She added, her mouth twisting a bit. "He is quite rich."
Johnny jammed his hands in his pockets. "This is his place?"
"It is the house, if you please, recently purchased, of Frau Marianne von Marne."
"What!" v
"We ah ... remarried."
He was before her, his fingers biting into her firm arms. "What the hell are you saying?"
Marianne tore herself free and arranged her slick hair with her fingers. "Careful. We have servants on the premises."
"I risked my neck and my future bringing that girl into the West. And I asked nothing."
"That was extremely decent of you. If it would be a German he would take the skin off your bones. Nothing is done for friendship here; more for money."
"It wasn't done for friendship."
"For love then? Ah, Johnny."
"So, for this," he looked about, "the leavings of some shitty antique shop you sell your soul."
"Elfie needed a father. She has but a few years to catch up and be thoroughly cultured in order to take her rightful place in society. I lacked the money to do this for her. Wiethold von Marne has money and it is his duty."
"He didn't want you years ago when he was broke. Why does he wish you now that he has money? It doesn't make sense."
She strolled to a cigarette box, selected a filter tipped cigarette and lit it with a gold lighter that was carried in her jacket pocket. Smoke was blown into Johnny's face while she told the story of the eventful morning.
"I see. He rapes you, gets locked out of his own house, runs around balls naked in the garden and is kayoed by a passing stranger."
"Oh, more than that. In the few minutes that he danced about in the nude, Elfie and I searched his private room. We discovered things about him that the government didn't know. He maintains dollar accounts in Switzerland. He has dummy corporations to avoid taxes."
"You blackmailed him."
"Hmmm, yes. And, my body helped too. He wanted seconds." Marianne raised her hand to show her diamond ring. "I will do it legally, I told him."
"I guess that means we are finished."
"Ah, but Johnny, you have another, the Colonel's Lady, and there are housemaids here and there that you always screw."
The memory of their previous matings, the scent of the woman, the swing of her big, curvaceous ass, the thrust of her breasts through the sheer blouse soon had him in a flaming world.
"It's no go then?"
She bent, stubbing out her cigarette in an onyx tray, the movement causing her tits to jiggle and the muscles to ripple up her thighs and buttocks.
"I have a position here that must not be jeopardized. Wiethold and I are man and wife. Down here, in Wiesbaden, he is acquainted with people of high level. My picture will soon be in the best magazines, my reputation as a hostess established."
"One thing."
"Yes?" She stood waiting, a mocking smile on her shapely lips, her hands on her flaring hips, the riding jacket swept back, the boobs tossed up.
"Why did you get your child out? For love or to use as bait to recapture your wealthy husband?"
"I shall be frank. Both, Johnny." Her dark brows were a straight line. "I think of the future even if you don't. Would you have married me, Johnny? Look at you, out of the Army now, no prospects, none at all. Oh, I suppose you have a little money but how long will that last?"
"Cunt!"
"Oh, I see to my future and for this I am a cunt. Danke viel mal. Thanks very much."
"Those escape helpers could have been shot by the guards for the G.D.R."
"Those fluclithelfers did it for money."
"And me?"
"For love, Johnny, that's why." She took his hand. "Come with me."
"Where?" He tried to resist, but her perfume was too alluring, the heat from her body stinging his nostrils.
She stroked his face. "Your reward. It's what you came here for, isn't it, to sleep with me."
He kicked the door of the pavilion closed. It echoed. Then he spun Marianne about, enjoying how she staggered off balance and landed on the chaise lounge.
"We don't have to go to any goddamn bedroom, baby. My reward'll be brief. A fast fuck."
The blouse was ripped apart, her riding pants dragged down over her squirming thighs, the silken panties shredded. His hands were all over her, going to the secret places.
"Let me take my boots off," she protested. "And ... you're still wearing your trousers!"
"Fucking right!"
He was in her before she knew it, his penis a burning club, his hands rough, playing with her breasts, stroking her ass.
Marianne fought back but could not dislodge him. At last, she gave up and entered into a furious struggle with her former lover.
Johnny squeezed her abundant breasts and at last they became thick-nippled and she began to welcome the fierce pressure. She rubbed against his loins, curling a leg around his as the hardened prick continued to claim her.
Her arms tightened about him. She worked under him with a skin chafing bump and grind. Her tongue lashed over his face. The rapid undulation of her fleshy hips was evidence of her desire. He grabbed the hemispheres of her luscious ass and brought her to climax.
Whining, it spilled out of her and she groaned. Then she cried out. Her haunches tensed as he drove swiftly in and out of her. It was an arrival and departure. His dick battered and drove and exposed her nerve ends. At last, he came too.
"Ah ... liebling ... I had forgotten how good it was with you. This should go on ... forever."
"Stupid cunt! It's finished, completely finished." He wiped his cream-soaked tool on her pants and tucked the shrinking weapon out of sight.
"Wait, Johnny!"
"For what? You've got a husband now to service you."
* * *
He had several drinks at a bar in Wiesbaden but the alcohol could not calm his fury. He got into the Chevrolet and went out to the Leyland home. Halfway there a sports car shot by and squealed to a stop. Johnny reversed and found himself looking at Mrs. Leyland.
"Hi!"
The wind was whipping her beautiful hair around her face. "My, someone looks ready to start a massacre."
"I was just on my way to see you."
"Really? That's difficult to believe. Your girlfriend, that stuck-up German bitch is back. I saw her shopping on Wilhelmstrasse in a quite expensive store."
"She has a lot of money now. She got married again."
"When?"
"A little while back."
"Ah hah! So, our ex-Lieutenant hasn't got a woman's bed under which he can shove his shoes."
"If you're going to taunt me I'll drive on."
She indicated a clearing in the woods. "No taunting. Come, let's park our cars there and talk some more." The two vehicles went down the slope and parked. Johnny removed his jacket and pulled a woolen blanket from the trunk of the Chevrolet.
"What is that for?" She was smiling.
"We're going to talk."
* * *
No words were spoken while they undressed and arranged their bodies on the blanket. A swift stroking of her breasts, some tweaking of the nip pies and she cried out. He rubbed his open mouth along her thighs and over her ass. She groaned and reached for his prick. It grew rapidly, enlargening and rising, the head becoming pinkish in color.
"Ooohh, darling, it's so wonderful, so big!" Jean applied her tongue, sucking the thing. Her mouth was eager, her eyes closed, her nostrils widening and her tongue a wet whip.
He pushed her off, fearful of coming in her mouth. Gently he rolled her over on the blanket, yanked her thighs apart and then, because impatience had seized him took her almost viciously. At once, he jammed the entire length of his cock into her slit.
"Ahhh God!"
"Shit!"
"Move, move your ass!"
He was no sooner inserted than her ass began a wild action. He rose and fell, banging her thoroughly, using a rapid hammering motion even though the constant collision of bellies and pelvic bones hurt.
Her body rolled under his. Her thighs locked, holding him in while his cock drove home. The tempo of their lovemaking increased. There, in the woods, under the hot sun, against the woolen blanket her squirming body became slick with sweat.
It was good for them both. They climaxed together, hammering out a wild tune. He withdrew, wet and dangling. She fetched a corner of the blanket, rubbed him dry, and hardened him with a lick of her tongue.
"Oooh, baby, I love that."
"MMMmmmm!" Jean took his penis into her mouth, licking the underside, the tip, pulling on some of the curling hairs at the base, sucking on the balls.
He sighed, trembled and ejaculated. He sent a big, thick wad of white, hot semen down her throat. She gulped as she swallowed the juice.
"Sorry ... I couldn't help myself."
"It's all right ... Oooohhhh!" Jean pulled back, quivering all over while the perspiration rolled down her armpits.
He went down on her, servicing her well, using his mouth and tongue to clean out her clitoris. Jean moaned, her stomach was so hot and scalding, her breasts hard and fiery.
"No, no ... stop it!"
Puzzled, he raised his head. "Huh!"
"In me, in me!"
"Another screw!"
"Yes, yes, dammit!"
It took a while for him to get hard but his dick enlarged, rising, ready for all action. He rammed it into her quim, shoving until the knob touched something at the end of her now rather dry cunt.
"Okay?" He was smiling, enjoying the task.
"Oh, darling ... this is heaven."
He possessed her swiftly and thoroughly, exciting her with the hard, rhythmic thrusts of his tool. Her insides became wet at last and she gasped now, moving in tempo with him, bucking spasmodically when he unleashed a tubeful of come.
Her climax followed. Spasms of passion wracked her lovely torso. She was a woman gone insane. She crushed with her arms and legs, trapping him in her net, tightening her slit so that his penis was squeezed.
13
Boredom plagued Elfie von Marne. The people she met were too affected, their conversation of no importance. After a time she found that shopping gave her no pleasure and even the promise of a sports car by her father did nothing to brighten the days. She took to wandering by herself, discovering the city, and accidentally, she came across a lesbian hangout near the railroad station. This was Tante Hermine's, a schwuhl-lokal where lesbians drank, talked, picked one another up, and danced cheek-to-cheek. A juke box offered music and a transvestite, a scrawny woman in man's garb served drinks, mostly gins and tonics.
Elfie's entrance brought whistles. At once, a tall, dark-haired girl rose and approached her. "Na, liebling, let's dance the bugaloo."
"No, no, I am looking for someone." Elfie ordered a drink, downed it too quickly, sat by herself, brushing off advances by the various dikes, smiled nervously at the fat, Tante Hermine, and rushed to the toilet. Trouble with the dark-haired girl came sooner than was expected. Elfie could see the girl through the slight crack of the closed door. Her shadow wavered under the tiled floor. There was a knock, and the whisper:
"Schnell! Let me in!"
Elfie flushed the toilet, made a snatch at the toilet paper and stood, struggling to tug her panties up over her writhing ass.
"Come on, what are you pretending for. You did not go in there to piss." The girl's voice was hoarse. "You are hiding because you are scared."
Elfie opened the door, standing taller than the girl. "What do you mean? Get out of my way?"
"You have good great breasts. Giant size, those things, and I used to believe that I had something."
It was true. The girl measured at least ninety centimeters around and were C-cup sized. Startled, she stepped back as the woolen sweater was pushed up and the globes tumbled out. They were fruit-like and looked polished under the dim light.
"You are big!"
"Not like you, though. What about it, there is a room upstairs for girls like us. Ten marks for one hour. A lot, eh?"
"My mother ... if she finds out ... we are new to this city."
"Your mother. What about my boyfriend? We are engaged to be married. Listen, I wish this kept secret."
"But ... you are a lesbian!"
"Ahhh, half and half, what the American soldiers here call A.C.-D.C." Her hand, hot and rough, reached under Elfie's skirt and found the thrusting rounds of her bottom and stroked the cheeks teasingly.
"Stop!"
"Packed. The flesh firm yet it feels all like velvet there."
The girl was closer now, her mouth open and Elfie found that she was powerless to push her away. Now the girl had lowered herself, unrolled the panties and put her lips to the pubic hair, kissing away, her tongue active, finding the fresh smelling slit. Elfie stiffened, pasted her hands to the girl's head and shoved.
"Ow!" She toppled backwards, falling through the cubicle, her arms flying out, palms smacking on the tiled bathroom wall. "Not so rough."
The hunger was starting in Elfie and she was afraid. No, oh Mein Gott no, not with a woman!
But her breasts were tightening, the nipples hardening and her thighs had gotten as stiff as stone.
The black-haired girl started to say something more then she caught the expression on Elfie's face. "Look," she opened her overlarge purse and revealed a false penis, all pink and round with two plastic straps attached. "It even has balls. I can have them filled with milk so at the right moment you experience a proper feeling."
"No ... no, please!"
"My name is Beate, by the way." She smiled winningly. "Now why don't we go and rent that room from Tante Hermine?"
* * *
Upstairs, both girls undressed. The feeble light revealed Beate's torso to be a gleaming white and boldly contoured. The pale breasts melony, swelling out from her chest, the fruit-like ass firmly muscled and the longish thighs curved.
She kneeled on the bed and pushed the twin globes into Elfie's face. Elfie could not help herself. She squeezed the breasts, becoming wild because of what was in her hands. Her breath came in short gasps and she wanted to finger the girl.
"Lie down."
Beate obeyed.
Elfie touched the pubic hairs, finding the moss all wet. Her finger entered the tight pussy, plugging it up and Beate whimpered.
The girl's cunt moistened and began to twitch. Her mouth was distorted and she ran her hands all over Elfie's back and shoulders. Her breasts now took on more size, seeming like blown-out balloons and rolled about as the long finger continued to drive into the furry snatch.
"Ow ... ow ... oh, bitte, bitte, more!"
There was a pause while Beate lay back, writhing. Elfie came forward, hosing down the slit she faced with her hot tongue. After a while she put a pillow under Beate's ass, hoisted her long legs high and inserted not one but two fingers into the quim.
After that, she simply moved the digits in and out while the girl twisted from her orgasms.
Oh, this was fun! Elfie quickened the rate of her thrusts, pumping like a machine. She gripped the round ass, squeezed the muscled cheeks and ground her pelvis against Beate's, enjoying the act.
They both went through mutual climaxes.
Elfie stroked the beautiful hair, held the full, curvaceous body, pressed her lips to the strong, smooth neck to calm her. Beate did not calm down. While she ceased moaning her body started to thrust against Elfie's and her hands flattened oh the other's back.
Passions were aroused. It did not matter that they were both of the same sex. In the next few seconds they became involved in an out-and-out lesbian experience.
Elfie was aware of the score but apparently Beate knew her way around. She bade her roll about in the bed and while her hair tickled Elfie's stomach the girl tongued her, going from her ears, cheeks, neck, everything that would generate excitement.
While Elfie arched, moaning softly, Beate chewed on her breasts, teased the nipples and laved the globes. She followed up by spitting into the navel then scooping up the blob with a whisk of her active tongue.
"We must ... we must try...."
"What?"
"Try to make it last longer...."
"But the way things are happening now...."
"You feel like coming?"
"Oh, ohhhh!" A further churning up occurred when the girl blew on her privates, using hot breath to part the pubic hairs, then taking fast licks with her wet tongue.
Elfie's hips were threshing about. The black -haired girl worked slowly, down her body, over her breasts, hips, ass and belly. She paused for a long time at her crotch and teased the hairs with her teeth while she fingered her.
The sixty-nine job was inevitable. Elfie presented her lovely ass, the smooth cheeks divided by a long crack, to Beate's face. She raised her head, flung her tongue out like a sword and gulped the cunt. It tasted salty and a little of soap as well as cologne. She washed it out thoroughly while the other woman gave her snatch a working over.
"Ahhh, this is wonderful!" She hurled a wad of spittle into the girl's throbbing cunt and lay back, finished. She had a climax, coming like crazy, flooding like wild and her privates grew wider, opening like a huge cave.
Spunk from Beate's vagina dribbled out, falling drop by drop on Elfie's heated face. Meanwhile she was squirming, fully opened, enjoying the sliding in and out of the other's tongue. Soon she lost track of her orgasms, coming again and again.
Then while the bigger girl rolled over, gasping from breath, her hands clutching at the bedclothes Elfie took her on. She placed her hands on the girl's active hips and clapped her mouth to the smelly, wet snatch. In seconds she had Beate at fever pitch, making her come.
Rest followed and then the girls kissed. Beate responded in a daze, her arms creeping up and around Elfie's body. She gave her a deep, long kiss. Her tongue was swift, really probing the insides of her mouth. Elfie kept on running her hands over the bare shoulders and along the hard tits.
Beate wished her again. She instructed Elfie to lie back and enjoy it. Then, she lashed her breasts with her tongue, getting each globe wet and she teased the nipples until they were like stone. Elfie was now breathing heavily, feeling the climax build up. Beate's face was buried between Elfie's open legs, her lips and mouth aiding the climax.
"I'm there!" Her ass started to pump up and down.
"Na, puppe? Great to fuck, eh?"
The two women broke apart, flew to a sitting position and stared, open-eyed, mouths hanging, at the fat woman, Tante Hermine. She advanced, looking first at one red-faced woman then at the other.
Beate fled the bed, gathering her things up and ran out of the room.
Elfie gathered her composure. Her cheeks were flaming and the odor of sex was strong in the room. She swung her legs over the bed and tottered to the windows to gulp in great swallows of breath.
Tante Hermine shook her head. "I never saw such wild action before and I have seen a lot because this joint is filled with dikes."
Elfie turned, her breasts still hurting from the excitement, were quivering. "Here is your ten marks. Now please leave so that I can dress."
"What a body. What an ass, what tits! And those legs! Liebling, you are worth a million marks, take it from me."
"Please leave."
The fat woman paused, shaking her head. "An experience for you, eh? Nothing more. Guess you won't be coming back here again. Pity. It is like a dream seeing a girl like you."
14
It was carnival time in Wiesbaden, the period called fasching during which the townspeople went wild. Banners floated, bunting was strung across ancient buildings, parades were held and every night a costume ball took place somewhere.
Colonel Leyland donned a yellow, shoulder length wig, buckled on a brace of ivory-handled six shooters, wore a cowboy hat and boots and went about passing himself off as Wild Bill Hickok. For the week that fasching lasted he was at a party every night. Needless to say, he was also drunk every night.
Wiethold von Mame saw to it that his beauteous wife, Marianne, and even more beautiful daughter, Elfie, all of them dressed as people from the caveman era, attended the most exclusive function that the city could offer. No male German in attendance at that particular celebration made less than 200,000 deutschemarks a year. Wiethold had social connections even in Wiesbaden and obtaining tickets to this snobbish affair was simple. Marianne, proud to be once again in what currently passed for high society, was thrilled. Not once, did Lieutenant Johnny Julian enter her mind. Elfie had forgotten her American rescuer ages ago and thought now only of the various girls with whom she could couple. They excited her more than boys.
Gitta, dressed like a vamp of the roaring twenties, with thigh dress, long beads, cloche hat and white stockings, danced the Charleston with a broad-shouldered man at a function held in the ballroom of a hotel. The man told her that he drove a Mercedes 280 SE convertible and had money. But Gitta suspected that he was a pimp and determined not to give herself to him. Since her return to Wiesbaden she had notified Johnny that he had two more days to make up his mind about her.
Johnny in the meantime was driving Jean Leyland to a party held in a small inn. They argued all the way, especially when he told her that he was finished with her.
"Maybe," she said, "I know you'll still screw me."
"Hah!"
She worked her shoes loose, arched, raising her bottom from the seat and hooked her thumbs in her nylon panties. With the cars motion she rolled both stockings and panties down the long length of her parted legs.
He took his eyes from the wheel. "What in hell're you doing?"
"I'm so damned nervous."
"Sex'll help, eh?"
"It better."
"You're a nut!"
She turned to him, her mouth parted. "Just be sure your tool is in working order when I'm ready."
"That's the one thing in life I can always count on. When I'm older, I don't know."
She kept flicking her tongue over her lips. The dress had risen to the level of her thighs. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the tuft of snatch hair spring up, bushy, dense, throwing off a musky odor. Without warning he pulled off the road, lessened speed and braked. As he killed the engine she turned to him, surprise on her lovely face. "Now!"
"Not tomorrow." He indicated the bulge in his trousers.
Her throat was tight, she began to perspire. In the close car her excitement generated a heat and the odor of her slit floated up into his face, strong and spicy. His hands were on her shoulders, then on her breasts.
Unable to remain still she squirmed about, her hand dropping down to grip the chromed knob governing the seat adjustment. BLANG! It snapped back with a tinny noise.
Her hand fumbled for and found his stiffness. Gently, she masturbated him, maddening him by the way she worked her wrist. Slowly, she brought the tool in direct line with her wet snatch.
He left the insertion to her. His hands tested the power of her ass, gripping the cheeks while she spread her thighs wider, placed the knob of the throbbing bar to the lips of her orifice.
"Now."
"Yes, darling, now!"
As she raised up so did he, timing her motions and then, driving down. The thrust was expected yet the power of it forced her up, crying. The weapon drove neatly through the nest of pubic hair. On it went, parting the wet lips, shooting directly into the heated cave. "In!"
"Oh, no ... oh, that hurt!" She twisted her body violently. The joining this time seemed so primitive and his thing was already a throbbing machine. Immediately waves of pleasure rippled along their mated bodies.
All sanity left him as he rose and fell in the cramped space. He pushed his cock in deeper, finding her insides wet from lust. His motions created too much friction and she clapped her hands to his can and despite all pain speeded up the action by flinging her hips aside and twisting her ass expertly.
"Good grief, can you screw! You really know how to handle your ass, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"What have you got in those cheeks, ball-bearings?"
He should have complimented himself as well for he handled his weapon professionally. It was shoved deep inside to the hilt, pulled almost all out so that her vagina lips closed about the bulbous tip. Then he thrust in deep again, the long, curving weapon leaping within her snatch.
They were wild beasts, twisting and tearing and struggling in the car. She seared his face with flaming kisses. He felt the heat rush to his thighs as she scissored her long legs around him, pulling him down.
"Don't move so," he groaned.
"I can't help it, I must!"
She was a whirlwind, arching up, up, asking too much, revolving her fantastic ass, hammering up at him, demanding more. Her entire body was in rhythm, the heaving breasts, the long thighs, the surging ass and he was almost overcome.
He cried out, feeling his juice leap. He held tight but the girl was rotating her bottom. His hands tightened the grip on each hard cheek. Her cunt held him fast, milking his prick as it rose, milking it more as it burrowed deeper. Their combined muscles tensed. She was groaning helplessly and he was crying out as she supported his weight.
He exploded, surging into her, stabbing in and out but spurting. One thick clogging wad after another was detonated in her vagina. He kneaded her movable ass, grabbing up handfuls as his lunges increased.
"Wait, wait, wait for me, I can make it, too." She redoubled her efforts as the hot semen flooded the velvet-lined passageway. She jumped as if electrocuted and the mad whirling in her loins came at last.
He was finished, used up and groaning. But she was beating his back with her palms and rammed herself up.
Once, twice, thrice, she went up and then, she fell back, her arms falling away, her thighs lessening their grip. She was exhausted, but she was quite happy.
"Oohh. That was good."
He pulled out, left the car and pissed in the bushes. Using some tissues, he wiped his penis down. She recovered somewhat and rose, her belly going into creases, the loose breasts hanging. After a while she dabbed at her foaming cunt with her panties, wiped the used up sexual instrument clean of all spunk.
"You all set, baby?" Again he was all business, ready to carry on the pursuit.
"Yes, but I really don't think...."
"Let me do the thinking for both of us this time. Okay?"
"You're not finished with me, Johnny Julian. Not by a long shot."
He heard the raucous sound of beat music and saw people spilling from the inn into a garden. "Shut up, we're there."
Once inside he bought her a couple of glasses of the German champagne called Sekt, danced a set of fast numbers with her and disappeared. Jean at once consoled herself with the company of an American tourist named Jim. They danced, drank sekt, then beer, then cola, then scotch, talked about America vs. Europe, books, music art and began to neck on the dance floor. He went to see the manager of the Inn and money changed hands and they went to a well-furnished room at the rear.
And there, Jean had intercourse for the second time that day.
She had no time to judge Jim, see what his body was like, judge if his penis was large or small. She was in the bed, her marvelous torso rounding out into curves, a bed pillow wedged under her bottom. Her long thighs opened and she tossed her head back, her eyes closing down as she felt his weight on the bed.
She hoped that he would not talk and fortunately, he didn't. He rested his face atop her ample breasts, luxuriating in the warmth of the tight-fleshed spheres. One hand stroked the flaring, finely-textured hip, ignoring her whispered pleas to be taken.
His free hand traveled along the rounded satiny flanks into the valley beneath her domed belly. Her desire had flamed and she became hot. She balanced herself on her heels and shoulders and arched.
He jabbed a finger into her vagina, separating the lips, squishing about within the moistness. Pain burst within her, spreading throughout the length of her. Her rump ground in a slow, circular motion and then she convulsed. "Oooohhhh!"
"What, my love?" He mashed his face against her resilient breasts and rose a bit to guide his hard penis toward the palpitating vagina.
"You've made me come."
"Really! Well, don't worry, I'll make you come again. And again."
The tip of him was not large, so the first, exploring touch was light. But the rest of his hose was hot, like a boiling length of meat and Jean gasped. In he went, all the way in, and she worked her body up and down, revolving her hips in a circle.
He went up and down, enjoying the way her stomach rounded in his groin. He bit into her hard breasts, taking the tips between his teeth but all the while he gripped her squirming buttocks and drove his tool in deeper. He cleaved the sighing girl in two, ramming her to the depths.
She arrived again at the apex of joy as the dick leaped within her. She bent her back like a drawn bow as the hard bone continued to punish her insides. Jean knew that he was coming, she could tell the way he gripped the big bubbles of her ass, pulling her up close.
Jean was coming along with him, experiencing another climax, crying out loud and bucking beneath him like a crazed animal.
The pressure on his bar was exhilarating and he exploded at last, showering her insides with his semen.
They washed, using towels and washcloths provided by the management. Jim complimented her on her sexual ability. Then, when she stood naked, reaching for her garments, he wanted her again.
This time, like an animal, he took her standing. He forced her to open her long legs wide. Then he dipped and came up, ramming her brutally, delighting in her screams. It hurt too much and she begged him to cease.
He explained that he wished another position, something a big more novel and she asked, what about dog fashion? With his staff rigid, he arranged her, sliding between the already tossing buttocks. She was adept now, quite skilled and the revolutions of her ass brought them both to orgasm.
The muscles in her vagina clamped him tightly, squeezing juice from his bar swiftly. With a savage glee he rammed her for the last time and then he shot, sending home a sackful of scum. She whined, fell forward and nearly passed out.
"Ohhh ... no more, no more please.
"But I was just getting started."
Jean adjusted her clothing. "How much longer will you remain in Wiesbaden?"
"If I got a good enough reason, for a long, long time."
"Good, here is my telephone number. Contact me at home during the day."
She went out to rejoin the party, truly stimulated from having intercourse twice that day. The ex-Lieutenant Johnny Julian, she decided, could go to hell!
15
Johnny left the din behind him and stood in the night, cooling off, clearing his senses. The wild dancing, the terrific heat generated by the proximity of several hundred bodies and the constant drinking drained him. His shirt was sodden, the insides of his thighs wet and his dark hair was pasted to his head by sweat. Good old fasching, it was the one thing about German life he enjoyed and he hated leaving it behind. Where would he go now, he wondered. If there had been some sort of offer with a civilian outfit that hired Americans he would stay. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to contact some people, pay visits to cities like Hamburg and Dusseldorf where big industries were.
He had seen an American pick Jean Leyland out of the line-up, whirl her about the floor a couple of times, waltz her to one of the three bars operating for some drinks and then waltz her to the back where couples were smooching.
Screw it! Let her spread for whomever she wished now. She was ancient history, dream woman that she was. From now on he was going to stick with Gitta. He had made up his mind.
When he was sufficiently dried off Johnny considered returning to the festivities. Suddenly he decided he had enough. This was one night that he would get to bed at a decent hour. If the American vanished then Jean would find some other sucker to take her home. One look at that fabulous body ought to do the trick.
Johnny wheeled his Chevrolet from the site, switched on the headlights and drove toward Wiesbaden. He saw road blocks set up just about everywhere. The polizei were extra cautious on fasching nights when drunks took to the road and sent cars careening against other cars if not into trees. Many driving licenses would be lost this night.
In Wiesbaden, near the big Adler Hotel he sighted people staggering about, among them Gitta in the company of a husky man all in white whose shirt had paper flowers sewn on the back. Johnny braked and shouted her name, to no avail.
To his amazement they entered a white Mercedes Benz coupe, a 280 SE model.
Shit! You could not trust one of these German cunts. Screw them, turn your damned back and their legs are high in the air, their asses revolving and some other joker's penis in them.
Oh, you bitch! Anger churned him up and he determined to give them a chase. But he had to U-turn and too many parked vehicles were in the area making the move difficult. He had to back up, bringing his rear bumpers close to a parked car, shoot forward until his headlights whitened another car, fight the steering wheel like crazy, edge back again, forward once more, another twisting of the wheel and finally-he was after them.
On Wilhelmstrasse, near the park he caught sight of the Mercedes then it turned, shooting into a darkened street and he had hell to locate it. If they hit the autobahn and upped speed he would never catch them. His Chevrolet had a larger engine but the Mercedes was faster on all counts.
He got lost in a hilly section, slid around a curve that showed him the bright lights of downtown at least a couple of kilometers away and suddenly he braked. The Mercedes was parked before a shuttered television repair shop.
Johnny switched off and hit the sidewalk, thinking this neighborhood was pretty shabby, occupied for the most part by foreigners, guest workers from other lands who came here under contract and were known as gastarbeiters.
A light went on in the shop and through the windows he saw Gitta struggling with a burly man. Hell! He raced to the door, twisted the knob, discovered that it turned easily and plunged inside.
Both people turned. Gitta screamed: "Johnny!"
"I followed you here." He kept his eyes on the man who had tremendous shoulders, a thick head of long hair and hanging, gorilla-like arms.
"Johnny," Gitta said again and pushed herself away from the man. He released her at once and stared at Johnny, wrinkles furrowing his small brow.
"Was ist los? Was wollen sie hier?"
"I came after my girl."
"Amerikaner?" He squinted at Johnny. "Yeah."
"Ah so. I speak English good. What do you wish here, what are you doing in my shop?"
"Come on, Gitta."
"No." The husky man gripped her arm. "Blieb hier. She stays here. Now if you wish her you have no luck. Go to the fasching and get another girl for yourself. This one stays."
"Okay, Gitta, tell the joker."
"It is true," she explained, "I am his girl. I did not notify him that I returned to Wiesbaden. I am sorry."
"So. I throw money on you for drinks and waste my time dancing the night with you. I might have bought drinks for another or danced with another."
"Then I'd suggest, pal," put in Johnny, "that you get back to the fasching and find a girl."
"This is my shop."
"So you said."
"If I telephone for the police they will drag you from here." "I'm going. Come on, Gitta, say good night to the gentleman and thank him for his drinks."
The German swiftly stepped before the girl. "She stays here. Furthermore, I do not need the police. I can throw you out."
"You try to restrain that girl and ... "
"And what? Now you will walk or shall I throw you?"
"My mother said not to hit anyone unless they hit me first. So, pal, you start the show off and we'll take it from there."
"No, Johnny!" Gitta screamed.
The husky German was as swift as a big cat, leaping nimbly over a table upon which rested a phonograph to claw at Johnny's shirt and send him sailing. Johnny smacked heavily against a television set causing it to topple and explode.
"Scheissekerl!" The man was furious. He backhanded Johnny as the latter sprawled on the floor, hauled him to his feet, pitched him against a wall and went to work with both hands. His combinations were lightning-fast and within seconds Johnny was again on the floor, a crumpled, lifeless heap.
Gitta had both hands clapped to her mouth. "He is dead, you have killed him."
The man was breathing heavily, his tremendous chest rising and falling. "Asleep for a few hours, that is all."
"I can see blood. He is bleeding."
"Pah! I could have killed him if I so desired. He will wake up but he will not walk, he will crawl. Now come." His strong fingers encircled her wrist and he pulled her toward the rear. "I have a nice little room here, a sweet smelling bed also. Now let us see if those things on your chest are false. And maybe they droop to your knees also, eh?"
"Liar! You are nothing but a two-pfennig worker with this shitty store. And you told me that you were a diploma engineer with a factory."
The man's blue eyes held the innocence of a baby's. "If you wish to believe everything you hear that is not my worry."
Again his hands moved rapidly and Gitta's vamp style, roaring twenties dress was shredded. Her dome-shaped breasts soared up before his startled eyes, unblemished and firm. His mouth dropped open and he shook his head from side to side.
Gitta kept backing up while the man advanced, looming over her gorilla-like. Her heels smacked against a partly-opened door and she lost her balance, landing on her big ass.
"No."
"Now let us see what the rest of you looks like. If the bottom matches the top then Gott in Himmel, I have won a treasure."
He was about to take a step when something, actually a small stool crashed against his skull. His knees buckled, a stupid expression flitted across his face and when the stool wielded by Johnny hammered his head a few more times he went down like wet wash.
Johnny's eyes were swollen and blood was dribbling from his nose and both corners of his mouth. "C'mon, baby, let's get the hell out of here."
Gitta scrambled to her feet and rushed into his arms. "My darling man!"
"You're a stupid broad."
"I'm sorry, please accept it, I am sorry."
"My eyes are closing down fast ... maybe you're going to have to drive."
"No hotel will take us in looking like this."
"My old Army flat ... we can still bed down there."
* * *
From the window music, shouts and laughter could be heard and people were seen dancing in the streets. It would continue until the dawn and start again in the evening of the new day.
They were both freshly washed but Johnny looked the worse for wear with his bruised cheeks, black eyes and swollen lower lip.
"That big slob could really wallop."
"Perhaps you better get some rest."
"No."
He was eyeing her out-thrust boobs and lowering his glance to her belly and below. His hands roamed up and down the long columns of her magnificent legs. The jutting breasts poked against his chest as he inched closer, acquainting her with the hard tip of his erected bar.
He played with her bosom and when released the weighty mounds quivered, the nipples now hard, standing at attention. Gitta gripped his tool and began to whip it, her wrist snapping, her motion quickening. He moaned from the frantic masturbation and begged her to cease.
His mouth played over her marble-smooth stomach, thighs, pelvis, hairy slit and legs. She began to writhe, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Johnny, clutching her heaving flanks, ate her out. A searing heat spread through her groin, burning his tongue.
The intensity of the lusty moment had Gitta crying out. Her boobs bounced, the cheeks of her luscious ass ground together and her slimy juice soon coated his lips and tongue.
When he withdrew his mouth and spat, a shiver raced through her and she dropped to the floor, her head resting on the edge of the bed. Then he was there with her, his hands on her shoulders, his swollen mouth pressed to her bare back.
He shaped her, bent her forward, holding her curving hips as he pressed his groin flush with her ball-shaped ass. His dick shoved a path between her thighs.
She reached back, gripped his tool and threaded it into her wet, bushy twat. There was a bit of pain for a second. The entrance was too deep and he slid his hands around her belly to cup her big tits.
"Aaaahhh ... my love!"
"You ... you feel the best of all of them, there is no one like you."
"Marianne?"
"No."
"What about Jean?"
"No comparison."
"And the beautiful teen-ager, that girl, Elfie, how did she feel?"
"Tight. But that was lust and this is love."
"Oooohhh, I believe you."
The noxxet walls of her cunt closed about his penis, jerking passion out of him in swift spasms. She bit her lips, closed her eyes and with her arms propped on the bed exercised all the power at her command, milking the shaft quickly.
He pumped in and out, back and forth, fully sheathed. She shoved her twisting ass back at him, coming quietly but not daring to release so much as a moan. But he knew. For first his bar was sliding about then as her flow ceased, her snatch suddenly tightened. He felt it fluttering like butterfly wings, beating his rigid weapon lightly.
"You came!"
"I ... I ... but please ... make me come again ... please do it."
"If I can last."
"Try. I won't move."
Johnny continued his thrusts but the beautiful girl was unable to remain still. The blood was bubbling in her veins and even though she gripped the bedclothes to maintain a stillness her ass began to roll. One cheek went up slowly, rubbing against his groin while the other went down.
The positions were reversed and soon the twin balls were piston-like and brought on his orgasm. "You ... you moved."
"I couldn't help it ... I could ... not ... Ahhh, shit, that burns ... oh, mein gott, it is boiling hot!"
"Baby, baby, baby!"
The load of juice that he dropped in her was really boiling, so vast in quantity that it bubbled up, overflowing the twitching lips of her hurting cunt, oiling down his penis and soaking his balls wet.
He pulled out, quickly picked the girl up, flung her on her back, hurt her by grabbing at her legs and bring them up high and then he shoved his head down to lick her dripping cunt with his tongue.
"More ... more ... more ... you're going to have to give me more."
"Johnny ... no, no, no!"
While she groaned, uttering weird sounds, he squeezed her breasts, bit her nipples and returned again to the beaten, drained-out cunt, sucking it so completely dry that she yelped from the pain. While her long legs were raised and shivering, he tested his dick, found it had not yet lost the stiffness and plunged it back into her slit.
It hurt more than she would admit but Gitta was eager to rejoin the battle of love.
In this age old position Johnny was able to rise and fall more freely, take his time and bring Gitta to orgasm again. Also, his penis took on a hard quality, attaining the texture of stone and he was able to hammer the hell out of the young girl.
Gitta came so many times that it was impossible for either of them to keep track but Johnny seemed incapable of stopping. "No ... now ... now, liebling, you must stop."
At last, when she was on the verge of fainting he gasped and washed out her vagina with his sperm. He remained in her, shrinking and finally slipped Out. He inched up, resting his head on her heaving bosom.
Her arms wound about his back while he stroked her marvelously constructed body. His strokings gradually lessened and he fell asleep before she did.
