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1It 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.2It 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.