Chapter 1
"I'm a girl who loves to laugh," Simone de Schnois replied.
"Is that all you love to do?" Alex taunted the coed, his growing, insistently throbbing bulge pushing against her abdomen.
She pressed against the bulge, reveling in the feeling of its pressure on her pubic ridge.
"You've got to leave soon, Simone. They're depending on you in Poland." Alex and Simone stood at the door to her dormitory room.
She only arched her back by way of answer. She reflected that she really was not sure why she was going to Stettin on the Polish border, or even why she had gotten involved in the anti-Nazi movement in the first place. Simone came from a proper family-a titled family in fact. She came to Phillips University in Marburg solely to study; not to find a husband or a political cause to espouse. Although she was distressed by the Nazis and their philosophy, neither she nor her family had suffered unduly. They were not Jews, but Swiss, so the Reich compensated her father for the land confiscated for those apartment buildings.
Now, her passions soaring, Simone cared little about the tiny locker key which Alex had just handed her. She arched her back still more, swiveling her open hips hard onto the thorn that stood out from his trousers.
After weeks of celibate study, Simone could swear that she smelled her own sex fluid before she felt it, warm and sticky, inside her lavender panties.
The lavender was a close match to the raw silk dress she had put on for the occasion. She knew that when the thin material of the dress stretched over the curve of her hip, the outline of the panties would show, Now, Simone knew, the panties would have to be washed. The wetness was spreading and bringing excitement. The boiling heat baked upward over her belly and down her trembling thighs to the upper edge of her nylons. It steamed around her asscheeks into her asscrack.
His lips were against her ear, whispering and brushing against the sensitive flesh. "Open yourself up to me and let me fuck you. I want you I want you so much..."
Alex's fingers brushed away the material of her silk dress, pushing back the bra cup to reveal the jutting cones of her young breasts. He swiftly ran his hand over their forms, brushing almost incidentally over the pink nipples. He placed his hand in the space between the jutting cones, and inched it slowly toward her navel. Alex looked down at her nakedness, then back to her face. "You have lovely breasts, Simone. They are every bit as pretty as the rest of you."
She wordlessly communicated her assent to his desires, and his lips traced up in careful delicate patterns from the swelling rise of one breast to her neck. He took her wrist in his own hand and brought it to his swollen cock.
Soon her free hand was rubbing the spiky little nipples of her breasts excitedly in rhythm with her hand on his massive cock.
He reached down between her legs and started rubbing furiously in the silken dampness of her clothing. Her hot little pussy was gyrating as if by itself beneath his touch. Her ass jerked servilely under his thrusts of stiff fingers as he brushed up the hem of her dress, raising it over the length of her straining thighs. Simone slumped against the door-jamb as Alex lifted the dress over the top of her thighs. He wedged his legs between hers, forcing her legs apart. Although her eyes were clamped tightly shut, Simone knew with certainty that the entire front of his trousers was wet with her sex juices. Her left hand moved on his cock and she could feel the entire length of his cartilaginous thickness. Simone grasped it and rubbed, massaging back and forth slowly. She had to struggle to force back the tide of her own orgasm as she manipulated the meaty cock.
Rhythmically, Alex ground his hips, aiming the massive cock at her notch, while at the same time he started pulling her dress over her buttocks and bunching it around her slender waist.
"Take me," Simone pleaded, unable to hold back her climax.
As Alex pulled down her panties and garter belt, she started to come. As the silk whispered to the floor, leaving a gummy trail of wetness down the insides of her thighs and legs to her ankles, her cunt began to spasm "OOooohhh. I'm cumming, I'm cummmiiing," Simone cried as the retching convulsion flattened belly and buttocks. Simone forced her legs as wide apart as she could, hungrily begging for cock.
But it was too late. When she felt the demanding firmness against her slit, her orgasm had peaked and begun to subside, and she was gasping for breath.
"That's all right," Alex said soothingly to the half-nude girl. "I understand. I wanted you to come that way and empty all your unhappiness out." While he spoke, Alex easily slid his big cock up inside her open, gaping sexhole. Simone's pussylips tightened reflexively around the root of his shaft and she started to shudder with the beginning of another orgasm.
Leaning back and balancing her shoulders against the door, Simone raised her legs and surrounded his hips. This tipped her cunt backward and made Alex drive in deeper with each stroke. She felt one of his strong hands reach under her asscheek and pull it to the side, spreading her cuntlips. His other hand reached behind her back and lifted her up. Clutching her to him, Alex continued fucking upward into her body. Her weight made Simone settle down on his prick, forcing it up higher in her than anyone had ever been before.
She ground her hips down on him, her mini-prick rubbing some rough part of his slacks, until she began to get aroused once more. Simone grasped his neck tightly with her hands until she could see her knuckles turning white under the pressure. She jerked her ass around and around, passing her cuntsleeve over every inch of his invading cock. She bore down on it, pushing the rubbery end of her womb hard on his pulsing cockhead. The world was starting to explode in a series of mindless sparks, showering her body from above, below, and every side. In the most intense moment of it, a hand slid deftly into her asscrack and forced a finger up into her tiny hole.
The feeling of his finger in her rectum intensified and lengthened her orgasm, until, limp and sweaty with her second climax. Simone collapsed in his arms. The orgasm was gentle and left her with a feeling of completeness and comfort.
"You're some lover, Alex," she giggled. "Some lover."
By way of answer Alex raised her off his cock with his arms. When the cock popped out of her, streams of combined love juices spread hotly over her ripe asscheeks.
He carried her, still clutching her to him, to the bed. There he placed Simone gently and carefully. He unbuttoned her dress and removed it where she lay. She watched him stare at her tits in their bra shells for a long time before adoringly unclasping the bra and releasing them. He brushed his lips tenderly over the little titbuds that lay flat on the spreading areola. His lips caressed them, bit them erect, and then nuzzled down under the soft mound and whisked along the breadth of her flat abdomen. He wiped over her whole body with his tongue, giving her a complete and leisurely tongue bath.
When he was finished, he undressed and lay alongside her.
"Oh, don't stop... don't stop now," Simone begged him.
Alex slid down the length of her body with his tongue, and licked the insides of her knees. His wet tongue ran up along the inside of her leg, and then down again on the outside. Simone moaned and spread her legs apart on the cool sheets. Again Alex slid his tongue up and down, up and down her soft sensitive inner thighs.
Soon Simone was breathing heavily and begging, "Suck me. Oh, please, suck me, Alex."
He took her legs below the knees and folded them back, spreading them. He positioned Simone's heels on his shoulders and brought his hands down to the front of her quivering thighs. Using them as a lever he pulled her luscious target closer and closer to his mouth. Blowing softly on her blonde-fringed membranes, he caused Simone's clitoris to throb violently. When she felt the tip of his tongue on her aching clit, her legs went limp.
The blue-eyed blonde moaned with pleasure as his tongue rimmed her humid bush. She closed her thighs firmly around his head and pushed as much of her delicious cunt as she could against his face. She rocked him toward herself in spasmodic jerks, back and forth, thrashing and jolting Then Simone bent forward and grasped the hair of Alex's head to force him still deeper into her cunt.
Suddenly Alex bit down on her clitoris, and she humped in one massive tremor. "Fuck me. Fuck me again... I need you. Oh, I need you," she gurgled.
Simone watched him pull away from her, wiping the sticky slime from his face and chin onto the back of his hand. She saw his organ twitching in peristaltic spasms, and knew that he was about to cum too. This was going to be good. This one was going to be very good, she was certain.
He moved up over her and drove his cock hard into her open gaping body. "I'm going to fuck you, my little bitch. I'm going to make you cum and cum and cum. I'm going to fuck you until you melt." He gasped haltingly as his voice competed with lungfuls of air. As he talked he forced his massive cock high up into her, screwing and screwing all the way in.
When his cock had filled Simone to capacity, and she felt his balls pressed tightly between her asscheeks, Alex started hunching his torso rhythmically.
She gripped him tight with her cunt muscles and started milking him with spastic convulsions which sluiced up and down from the root of his prick to the neck of the glans. Simone clamped her teeth on his shoulder and bit down as he drove deeper and deeper yet.
Simone felt his testicles contract between her asscheeks as they pumped their load. Jism poured into the back of her cunt in a steady pulsating stream that seemed to have no end. The hot rush of sperm in her expanding pussy drove her over the brink and she screamed, "I-I'm cumming... again!"
Simone's muscles squeezed the jism back out the sides of her cuntbarrel, squishing it between her asscheeks and the insides of her glistening white thighs. "Oh, god," she muttered as she humped her exhausted body on his stiff, spurting cock. As Simone tightened her cunt muscles around the root of Alex's cock, he began to come again inside of her. She could feel his hot jet spurt thickly into her, and each eruption of his impaling rod made her shudder with ecstasy.
Simone could feel the lean muscles in his body tighten as he continued to climax, and she could feel independent movements deep within her wonderfully aroused abdomen. She thrashed about uncontrollably, impaled on his hardness, and suddenly realized that she was getting ready to come again. More powerfully than the last time, Simone wrenched her bead from side to side, her body tightening into an unbelievably hard mass as she got ready to go over again. She felt his hands on her ass as he gripped her and she frantically jammed down into his loins, rubbing and writhing as she moaned, "Good, good, good, good."
Simone rammed aggressively down as the cock rammed up into her straining, hungry opening. They smashed into each other faster and faster until she thought she would be unable to breathe.
Then Simone felt Alex stiffen as he began to come again, the third time. Or was it the fourth? She groveled against him for a long, blinding, exhilarating moment. Her fingernails were dug into the skin of his back and shoulder. When it was over, she released her grip and sighed. She felt warm. She felt good.
But Alex was speaking. "Now," he was reminding her of something she did not want to think about, "you must go to the train station. Hurry and dress. I will drive."
"I wish I didn't have to go right now," Simone complained.
"I'll be waiting hard for your return."
"I certainly hope so," Simone laughed. Although no girls were naive in wartime, Simone knew, she had never thought that die Universitat would be part of the national picture of hectic lovemaking. Because boys were continually being sent to the front, fierce competition existed between the coeds for those boys who, for the moment, were in school. There were some rumors that coeds even slept with the dons, and some were said to sleep with other girls.
Competition for boys was so keen that Simone had at first welcomed the opportunity to join the Belgian Students Union, an underground group.
It had been in this way that she met Alex.
But Simone soon learned that the Belgian Students Union was more committed to overthrowing the Nazis than to socializing, and she was paying the price for her belated knowledge now.
An hour later when Simone and Alex arrived at the Marburg railroad station, Alex reminded her about the key he had given her. "And when you get to Stettin you are to put the contraband in a locker there and place the key under the wastebasket in the ladles' room."
Simone nodded casually. She was always tranquil after sex.
"Hurry now, you must buy your ticket, Alex urged.
Even in the midst of war, Simone reflected, the trains ran on schedule and students were permitted to travel freely. Most students therefore traveled a lot; some nearly every weekend. So Simone was not surprised, as she stepped from Alex's car, to be hailed by another boyfriend, Kurt.
She was less than happy to see him just now, for he was a Blackshirt Standartenfuhrer, and she knew he would insist on seeing her to her train. A growing terror was sparked by his presence, although he seemed friendly enough on the surface.
Kurt tagged along, chattering, while she bought her ticket, then he remarked. "Going quite a ways off."
"I have a cousin..."
"I'll just bet. You don't seem very happy to see me, I must say. I wonder what sort of cousin you have in Stettin," he leered. "Neither are you carrying much luggage," he added.
"I really must hurry; the train is due to leave," she brushed him off abruptly. How would she justify her getting something from a locker, she wondered? He would be talking and questioning her every action. Then she had an inspiration. Simone handed Kurt the locker key Alex had given her and told Kurt to bring her things to her while she went ahead and found a seat on the train. Once aboard, he would be reluctant to question her in front of other passengers, and if something went wrong, it would be Kurt, not Simone, who would he holding the contraband.
She had already gotten a seat in a crowded compartment, when Kurt ran up with a large suitcase, sobbing and begging her to return to him and their child.
Simone tried to hide her irritation at Kurt's practical joke, and then to expose it by saying. "But we aren't even married." Simone realized belatedly that her remark was not quite fitting, and Simone, who had played a good many jokes on others, simply started laughing. The laughter must have looked terrible to the others in the compartment, for none of them spoke to her all the way from Marburg through Berlin.
It was night when the train stopped in a tunnel near the border. There was a rumor that the Russians had blown up the tracks near Prenzlau. No one could sleep in the stuffy compartment, so most of the passengers went out under the stars and searched for something smooth to lie upon. Someone groped against her in the moonless night. There was an instant of touching, of probing, and then a short apology coupled with an observation that they were likely to be there through the long night. "I have a blanket," the man offered.
Wordlessly the two of them spread the blanket on what seemed like a stone outcropping.
"It's likely to be cold tonight," he suggested "Can I move a little closer!"
"Can I?" Simone ventured.
"Do you want... some... loving tonight?" he requested with German formality.
She answered by placing her lips over his in the dark. Then his tongue was in her mouth and he was licking her lips and teeth. He held one enormous tit in his palm and squeezed it, pinching at the erect nipple through the silk dress she wore. His tongue moved toward her ear, like a snake inching over the terrain. Then it probed at the hollow until Simone shuddered. She trembled and clutched the stranger against her warm body, pressing her huge tit tightly onto the flat of his hand.
He rolled her onto her back and climbed on top, kissing her mouth wetly, hungrily. He locked his fingers around the soft mound of her orb. She could feel the heat and stiffening of his cock against her mons, and her thighs opened automatically.
He began to thrust up and down, rubbing his meat against, the edge of her cunt through the sensual texture of their clothes. Simone humped back, grinding her cunt as she lifted her ass high.
"Fuck me, fuck me... I want you to... fuck me. I want to feel your manhood inside," she pleaded as her tongue slithered against the clean-shaven face.
He pushed his hand down between their bodies and Simone could feel the heat baking up from her own thighs. He put his palm over the rise of her pubic region; found her silken panties stuck down to her skin with an incredible wetness. As he did this he began to writhe with passion. Simone twisted from side to side and humped her pussy savagely against the stranger's fingers. Through the moisture, and the layer of silk, he probed her cunt, now opening and closing in erotic spasm. She felt fingers gather up her skirt while she listened to the slick whisper of the material as it rode up to her hips.
The exploring hand was down between her thighs again, in her notch. Simone locked her thighs around the hand, the wet crotch of her panties sticking to her gummy skin beneath them. Fingers pushed aside the crotchpiece of her panties and uncovered her cunt. Simone moaned softly and spread her hose-encased thighs wide. "Hurry, hurry," she begged, recalling how quickly she came earlier that day with Alex. "Take them off before I cum in them," she urged as the stranger fumbled with her panties.
Fingers finally unhooked nylons from garter straps, then moved to the waistband of her panties. She felt the cool sensual touch of her naked skin on his as he began to squirm as if he was fucking her already. Her panties were coming down. "Don't bother with the nylons... hurry, I'm losing control," she whispered in the dark. Simone could feel her pussy lips moving as if with a mind of their own. Opening and closing, they spasmed at her greedy hole.
Simone realized suddenly that it was too late: She was coming. She was coming simply from having her panties pulled down.
The stranger's palm ran over the huge hairy rug of her cunt. Fingers jabbed down between her soaking lips, pushing them apart until they could penetrate, sensually, the boiling hot interior. Simone was tight and wet and she could feel the wall of her cunt convulsing in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. While he stabbed his fingers inside of her, ramming and screwing up her quivering box, Simone started to hump down and twist her hips in that slow, shallow rotation of climax. Simone's legs strained against the panties where they rested around her knees. As he pulled them the rest of the way down and off, he licked across the span of her half-nude body, kissing her deep-set navel and the rising swell of her creamy smooth belly. Down and down that tongue went, down to her slit, lapping the musky ooze from her hot crack.
Simone began to grunt, and locked his face with her hands. He rammed his tongue up all the way inside her, teasing the slippery tightness of her vagina as it convulsed around the invading tongue. She raised her legs then, pulling them all the way back under the blanket so that he could lick the passageway of her cunt with the entire length of tongue.
But he was already kneeling upright, unzipping his pants and releasing his own throbbing cock. Simone reached for his sex stick and her fingers tightened greedily around its shaft. He straightened up, and knelt between her widely parted legs. The head of his cock brushed against her cunt, and she pushed down excitedly. "Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me before I cum again," she begged quietly when she felt the oily hot spasms of her tunnel massaging the tip of the throbbing cock.
He plunged in deeply with one stroke, burying his cock hurriedly just as far as possible into her cunt. She felt his testicles press aggressively against the wet, sticky straining skin of her ass. Her cunt was leaking with molten wet heat while he drilled and screwed her unmercifully.
Simone lifted her ass high into the air, wrapping her thighs around the stranger's waist and locking her ankles behind his ass. He was able to fuck straight down into her gaping cunt this way.
She collapsed the entire hot wet sleeve of her vagina against every centimeter of the penetrating hardness. She could feel the elastic thinness of her delicately stretching membranes. She could feel the rugged tightening of her sphincters around the mouth of her cunt as he stroked outward; the rubbery muscles resisting withdrawal. There seemed no end to her copious lubrication as it gushed from her as from a compressed sponge, and spread its moist heat across her belly.
Then Simone went over the edge of her orgasm, cunt muscles gripping like a fist as he plunged into her open young body. She could feel her muscles quivering as the familiar burning wetness spread across the tip of her womb.
He reached behind her knees and doubled her legs over until her pussy was aimed perpendicular to the ground. As it pointed hungrily to the sky, he stabbed her again and again and again, balls pushing against her asscrack, until he too finally came. Streams of jism erupted, pulsing, through the thin tube on the underside of his cock until they splashed out into the voids of her secret places. The strange man's cock was spurting like a burst waterpipe as semen throbbed into her cunt in thick, powerful surges.
And, when Simone felt sperm splashing against her sensitive pockets of cuntsleeve, she began to climax once more, and she could feel the opening of her pussy squeezing the root of his shaft as it pumped and plunged wildly.
After a time, both were sleeping.
When the sun rose Simone awakened to find herself alone in the blanket. The train whistle was blowing, signaling the imminent departure of transportation to Stettin. Simone had no idea whom she had lain with the night before, and her only clue to his identity was the blanket and the fact that she remembered him as being clean-shaven. As she gathered up the blanket she was startled to see that what the two of them had taken for a smooth rock the night before was actually a dud-an unexploded bomb. If the heat of their passion did not discharge it, she reflected, nothing ever would.
She rushed back to her compartment moments before the train started to move.
When the train pulled into Stettin she immediately followed Alex's instructions to get rid of the suitcase, then walked out into Grunewald Square. A magnificent old castle formed the heart of the square, and in that castle was a clock with a dial in the form of a Moor's face. It marked each second by rolling its eyes. Simone's instructions were to stand beneath that clock for five minutes, as a signal that the contraband was in a locker and all was well. Then she hired a cab and went on to her cousin's, where she spent three days before heading back to Marburg.
On the return trip she shared her compartment with two old ladies and a sleeping Nazi Major. When the conductor entered for their tickets, two SS Blackshirts stood outside in the passageway. They quietly checked the three women's papers but did not disturb the sleeping officer. When they left, they took the women's identity papers with them.
No one realized that anything was wrong until just as the train came into a small town east of Berlin, and the train slowed as it passed through railroad yards. One of the old women got up to leave and found the door locked from the outside.
Simone suspected the worst. She had been found out. There was nothing she could do but sit there and wonder whether it was she who was in trouble.
But as the train passed the railroad yard and started to pick up speed again, the Nazi Major swung a leg out of the window, and with a brief wave of his hand, slid out and disappeared among the standing railroad cars.
Startled, Simone bent to the window. Why would a Nazi officer be afraid? Unless he was not a Nazi officer. Back in Stetin there had been newspaper stories of escaped Polish POWs in the area. But if the Major were an imposter, where did he get his uniform?
The man's uniform had been impeccable, down to the four diamonds and oak cluster of rank.
With a sudden realization. Simone knew what it was that she had carried in that large suitcase. No customs officers ever bother checking a student's luggage. And Simone did have a good cover story for making the trip.
Simone was thinking quickly now. What were the chances that the Blackshirts-the Schutztaffel, had not captured another member of the Belgian Students Union? What defense would Simone have? The train was picking up speed: she had only moments to decide. Soon the train would reach Berlin, and if she were not already suspected of complicity, she certainly would be now that the imposter had been seen traveling with her.
Perhaps it was unwise, but the fear that had been growing was now overpowering. Without a backward glance she was over the window ledge and falling hard on the ballast alongside the track. Stones cut her shoulder and tore at the thin cloth covering her breast as she skidded and rolled alongside the track Stunned, but still frightened, she darted toward a row of standing freight cars. She climbed into one at random, and moved to a far corner. She sneezed in the dust, then settled down to examine her stinging shoulder and to think.
The more she thought, the worse her situation seemed. Her dress was a dirty rag now. She had no money or papers. The Nazis knew who she was, and it was impossible for her to return either to her home or to school. The fact that she was a Swiss National might help, but probably would not. After all, she was guilty of the crime of treason.
She was frightened with a terror she had never before encountered. Until this assignment, the Belgian Students Union was a sort of game she played for its sexual encounters. Now, with nowhere to turn, she was as good as caught. Simone could not approach any other members of the underground, for that would be tantamount to betraying them. She would be jeopardizing their freedom far more than she would be helping herself. Her sole hope was to get back to her grandparent's home in Laufenburg, Switzerland. But that course was unrealistic, she knew, since Laufenburg was several hundreds of kilometers to the south.
She was pondering her course of action when the car she was in began moving. The jolt of the engine coupling the string of cars threw her headlong against the dirty floor, driving sharp splinters into her forearms and elbows, and hurting her sprained shoulder.
For the moment, Simone knew, her decision had been made for her by fate. But she had heard of people traveling great distances by freight train. And, while she had no idea of what direction she moved, at least she was getting away from the place where they were likely to begin searching for her.
Clickety-click. It was noisy in the boxcar. Dark, too, except for a rectangle of light where the sliding door stood open. The train increased in speed, although still moving slowly compared to the passenger train she had jumped from. When the passenger train got to Berlin in about half an hour there would be the discovery that she and the imposter were gone, and the word would be telegraphed back along the railroad right-of-way. With luck, she would be many kilometers from where she boarded this boxcar by the time searchers started combing the freight yard.
Just then Simone began to feel almost deliriously euphoric. She was involved in a great espionage adventure, and even when things looked their worst, chance seemed to come to her aid. So long as she remained hidden, the freight car eventually had to take her somewhere near a border. Perhaps even across that border. This was nothing but a short inconvenience. The life threatening fear of a moment ago was replaced by a feeling of calm self-control-until suddenly a shadow moved against the rectangle of light, and a burly, unkempt man hoisted himself through the door to fail heavily upon the dusty floor.
The man's quick eyes searched the darkness as his legs came up beneath him, as though even upon entering, he was readying himself to jump out again. When he saw Simone he grunted a greeting and relaxed visibly. Wordlessly, he crawled on all fours to an opposite corner of the car and wrestled in his torn coat for a pint bottle, which he put briefly to his lips.
"Want a drop, mate?" he asked rather loudly over the noise of the rails as he proffered the bottle to Simone.
She only shook her head. Perhaps the overture was some sort of gesture for companionship. Perhaps it was bad grace to refuse. But something about the man who sat there, breathing heavily, made her feel queasy. Then she noticed him looking queerly at her. He pulled himself to his feet and stumbled toward her through the wobbling car.
Standing unsteadily over her, he whistled. "Why, you're a girl!"