Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 17:49:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Europa 9

Europa 9

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for
persons who are offended by alternate lifestyles. If you are offended,
Don't Read the story! There is no effort expended to make this story
realistic or depict safe sex practices. This story is a fantasy, not a sex
manual.


I had joked with Samuel about being an unusual choice to be a "Mata Hari"
type spy.  Nothing Mata Hari could have done could have been more bizarre
than the events of the next two hours.  I was the only Frenchman in the
group, but I will admit I, or more correctly, my cock, represented the
Third Republic well.  I had never participated in a sex marathon before,
but the General, the Count, Hans and Max all wanted my cock.

All got it.  At first I had the image of a French museum director being
assaulted by the jack-booted officers of the Third Reich.  In reality, I
did the assaulting, starting with the Count and ending with Max.  The Count
was a vocal bottom, who moaned and cried the entire time I was in his ass.
I was uncomfortable fucking him at first.  He had a tight ass and my cock
didn't fit well.  I tried to pull back when he winced in pain. but the
General wouldn't let me.

"He loves it, Jean." the General said.  He was right, even though my cock
seemed to hurt the aristocrat.  The Count maintained a huge erection.
There must have been a connection between the pain and sexual arousal in
his mind.  By the time my cock was fully lodged in his ass, his erection
was magnificent.  I don't think I rammed him more than a dozen times before
he began to shoot.

The General was next in line.  He started with a huge erection.  My cock
slid into his ass effortlessly and he glowed in pleasure.  He must have
been working on his stamina.  I screwed him for a good ten minutes, then
Hans took my place.  I had a good erection, but wasn't particularly excited
by the men, so it was the ideal situation for a long session.  The
General's ass was enjoyable, but I felt no urge to shoot.  Curiously, Hans
seemed to feel the same way.  He spent another ten minutes in the General.
We traded places.  I went five or six minutes before turning it over to
Hans for a second session.

I knew Hans was a bottom and wanted my cock in his ass.  When the General
began to look a bit frayed after the heavy fucking, I popped into Hans'
ass.  Hans slowed his fucking of the General as I pumped him.  I knew how
much Hans liked that.  He slowed as my cock began to take control of his
ass and he soon emptied his load in the General.  Hans and the General both
moaned in satisfaction.  I was sweaty and hot after this and went to the
adjoining bath.  There I found Wolfie and Max in the shower.

Max bent over and Wolfie removed the flask from his ass.  Wolfie offered me
a drink and I took a swig, then he popped a glass ampoule for me to sniff,
took a snort himself and passed it to Max.  It was incredibly potent amyl
nitrate.  A second later I slid my cock into Max's open hole.

I had the sensation of being safe at home in my own bed.  My cock was home
in a friendly ass.  A few seconds later. I felt Wolfie's cock at my hole
and I opened up to let him in.  The three of us turned into a single
fucking mass.  Every movement Wolfie made was directly transmitted through
my cock into Max's quivering ass.  After a few minutes of coupling, we
broke apart to catch our breaths.

The minute Wolfie freed his cock from my ass we knew it was too good to
stop so we traded places, I fucked Wolfie as Max screwed me.  It was just
as good.  Max's cock must have grown since the last time we played.  It
made a direct hit on every sexual nerve in my body. We finally cooled down.
Wolfie popped another ampule and I rammed him as he did Max.  I began to
shake as the pressure for the orgasm began to build.

The Count suddenly appeared, pulled me off Wolfie and sucked my cock.  My
dick already had been in five men's holes, but that didn't bother the Count
at all.  I began to ejaculate and not a single drop escaped the Count's
greedy mouth.  He was like a man in the desert dying of thirst who just
found an oasis.

The General arrived and sucked Wolfie's cock as he pulled it from Max's
ass.  I saw Wolfie was still shooting as the General's mouth enveloped the
dripping dick.  Neither man seemed to mind the mingling of cock and ass.

We rested for a short while, but I became aroused again.  Not just aroused,
I was horny as hell.  I think there must have been something in the drinks.
Everyone had shot off, but erections were rising.  Count Philip was next to
me.  Our eyes met and we kissed.  My ass began to twitch and I was
overwhelmed with a desire to get a cock into it.  The Count must have
sensed this, as he stroked his cock to full erection.

He got on his back on the floor and I straddled him, then sat back.  He had
a big mushroom head which barely fit through my sphincter.  The shaft was
thick, but tapered at the base.  It became more comfortable, the deeper it
went.  My sphincter clamped tight on the shaft and his cock was trapped in
my ass.  Philip didn't fuck, he just lay there and moaned in pleasure.

I was undulating and twitching, massaging his cock and my prostate.  His
cock was in my ass, but I was in charge.  It was good for me and for him.
It only got better.  I relaxed and looked around the room.  Max was rough
fucking the General and Wolfie was in Hans' ass.  The General was crying in
pleasure.

I twitched and Philip's cock twitched too and got even harder.  It must
have occupied another part of my ass and I lost all restraint.  I was doing
an exotic dance on his cock, wiggling, grinding and thrashing any way I
could to get any more feeling from his cock.  Philip's eyes glazed and I
could feel his cock shooting deep into my ass.  I began to shoot, spraying
across the room.  My sperm landed on Wolfie's back.  Wolfie had finished
with Hans, so he came over to suck my spewing cock.  He sucked me dry, then
kissed Philip, sharing my cum.  Hans came over and licked my spunk off
Wolfie's back.  He kissed me and I tasted my own cum on his tongue.

I got home at five in the morning and got a few hours sleep.  When I got to
the museum another shipment of antiquities arrived from Paris.  This
shipment was complete with three downed British fighter pilots.  It would
be a full day.

Thinking back, I realize sex is only sex and no more, but I did feel trust
for the Count.  I knew Wolfie and the General were all right.  I knew they
were risking their lives.  Several weeks later, I went into Switzerland and
went to see Samuel.  This was a legal border crossing as I was translating
for the Mayor in negotiations with a German-speaking government official in
Bern.  This was a weak excuse, since most Swiss officials are
multi-lingual, but our Gestapo commander had limited understanding of the
world.

The Mayor never questioned my activities.  He was a cautious man and never
committed to either side directly.  In his heart, he may have been
pro-Vichy, but Vichy was only a memory now.  They weren't even pretending
to be anything but puppets.  The Mayor was fully committed to the welfare
of the town and while he wouldn't directly help the Resistance, he was
always helpful when it came to protecting the community.

Samuel met me at a museum in Bern.  He looked ten years older and I was a
bit shocked.  He looked shocked too.  I saw myself in a mirror and realized
we had both aged.  I was getting gray and quite thin.  I told him of the
plot.  He thanked me for the information, but had no other reaction.

I told Samuel about the art storage.  He already knew about it.  This
information was transmitted to the Allies and we were out of bounds for
bombing.

He gave me all the other news of the war.  North Africa and most of Italy
were in Allied hands and the war was going badly for the Germans in Russia.
France would be liberated next, but no one knew when or how.  There were
plans for internal uprisings in France, to pull German troops away from the
main Allied invasion.  We remained the safest escape route from Paris, so
no insurrections were planned for our district.  Samuel said, the end was
in sight.

The tide had turned, the end was inevitable, but the destruction continued
without abatement.  I had spent years in Germany and knew most to be good
people, but they had let the devil have control and they couldn't get power
back again.  It seemed that they and Germany were doomed.  They would pull
down most of Europe with them.

Years before I had spent a week at Bayreuth listening to Wagner's Ring.
Wagner always struck me as a odd combination of genius and crank.  The ring
combined sublime music with perverse sex.  It worried me that it appealed
to Hitler.  Gotterdammerung, the Twilight of the Gods, in which the gods
destroy their entire world rather than return the ring to its rightful
owner, seemed to foretell the ultimate result of the Nazi lust for power.

Everyone knew the final result of the war, but no one knew who would
survive it.  Some ignored this.  Our local Gestapo office became more
oppressive.  The manpower shortages in Germany made the dragnets for men
more thorough.  Our local Gestapo toad still dreamed of transfer to Berlin.
He didn't know there might not be a Berlin by the time the war was over.

Late Winter 1944

Our situation deteriorated when General Wildebrandt was transferred to the
Embassy in Lisbon.  His replacement was a martinet, General Obermayer.  He
was wounded badly on the Russian Front.  He was a true believer in Hitler.
In nearly constant pain, he seemed to know something wasn't right under
Wolfie's command.  He hated Wolfie and all the members of the old
aristocratic officer corp. There weren't enough arrests and executions.  He
set out to rectify that situation.

His hatred for Wolfie was greater than his detestation of the French.  This
worked to our advantage.  Obermayer could not speak a word of French,
indeed his German was none too good.  I was called in all the time to
translate.  I was a fixture of sorts.  My German is perfect and he seemed
to forget I was French.

Wolfie wasn't a particularly brave man, but he returned Obermayer's hatred
with a vengeance.  Wolkfie looked like the perfect Prussian officer and to
him the General was lower class trash.  He fought Obermayer at every
opportunity.  Wolfie was never direct, never straightforward.  Minor delays
and obstructions continually confounded the Generals plans.

The Mayor and the Prefect of Police shared Wolfie's opinion of the new
commander.  The Prefect was always sly and calculating.  I got the
impression the Mayor was getting some backbone as the situation
deteriorated.  He was naturally a verbose man and he began to afflict the
General with lengthy meetings.  The General had less time to work his evil
plans.

The Prefect seemed to know all the informants and double dealers in the
city.  There were always Gendarmes near the museum and when one of these
creatures appeared, they would let us know.  We began to get couriers
bringing information back into France.  I assumed they were bringing
instructions for the Resistance about the eventual invasion of France.

My cave containing German art was filling up.  The clearance for these
shipments came from very high in the German Government and this gave me
some protection from both the General and the Gestapo.  I could vanish and
they assumed I was going to the cave.  I let them know it was important I
not be followed, since that might give the location away to the French
residents.  By this time even the Gestapo admitted their agents were known.

The Gestapo were afraid of the district I lived in, so I was left alone
there.  The streets and alleys were narrow and roof tiles often dislodged
when a German passed by.

Samuel notified me Raoul was to return.  I had thought the officer was too
old to serve with DeGaul, but he was put in charge of Free French activity
in our Province.  I knew he had wanted a more active role in actual combat.
I think Georges made the return more palatable.  Raoul brought a younger
man with him, a radio operator.  For the first time, we would have regular
communication with London and the Free French government.

I got to the cave late in the day to see Raoul.

"Jean, I brought a friend for you.  His name is Robert." Raoul whispered to
me.

"I have a lot of friends already." I said.

"Trust me." he said, "You will love Robert.  He is a scholar, he was at
Oxford when the war started and was unfit for service.  Poor eyesight.  He
joined DeGaul as soon as he could.  Robert is a patriot and scholar.  He
shares our sexual interests."

"I thought your interest was Georges." I asked.  Raoul burst out laughing.

"Yes, I like Georges." he said.  "You will like Robert!" We went into the
cave.  Emile was cooking, Georges and Jules were on watch.  The only other
man was a stranger.  I assumed he was Robert.  He looked tall and thin with
a newly grown, brown beard.  He introduced himself as Robert De Champ, said
hello and addressed me as "M. Le Director" with great politeness. In the
confusion of the war, I had almost forgotten my rank.  Inspite of the war,
I still had impressive academic credentials.

He knew all about my work.  He had been working with Neolithic stone age
finds in England and Scotland.  When I got close to him, I realized he was
slightly below average height.  He was proportioned like a tall man.  After
a half hour of conversation, we were friends.  We shared the same
interests, same approach to life and same likes.

He had a speech impediment, due to a cleft palette.  It had been repaired
well and he also spoke well.  The beard disguised the surgery.  His parents
were from Normandy.  He hadn't heard from them since the fall of France.
That seemed odd, since there was little fighting in Normandy during the
fall.  Then I remembered he told me his home was in Normandy.  I recalled
the Banque DeChamps of Caen and I put one and one together.  The Banque
DeChamps had an association with the Rothschild family and while the
DeChamps were Protestant, that might not be enough to save them.

Georges and Jules returned with another man, Group Captain Evans of the
RAF. Evans had been one of the downed pilots shipped with the antiquities
from Paris.  He had been wounded in the crash and the villagers who saved
him had not been able to set his arm correctly. He had escaped to Paris,
then sent by Louis to me.  His arm was partially paralyzed, so his flying
days were over.  In Paris he heard a village had been burned and the
residents shot or sent to concentration camps for helping downed pilots.

Evans realized it was the village that saved him.  Given a choice between
piloting a desk in London and fighting the Germans in France, he opted for
France.  He stayed.  He wanted revenge.  This concerned me.  Revenge can
cloud your thinking.

Evans seemed to be attracted to Emile.  We never called him anything but
Evans, but I had no doubt he was upper class.  He had been to Oxford and
had been an upper class gentleman before the War. Emile was near the bottom
rung of French Society.  They were a strange pair.

I suspected Emile and Evans planned to be more active in the liberation of
France than DeGaul wanted.  I was worried their plans might endanger
civilians in the area.  Emile told me not to worry.  That didn't reassure
me at all.

Robert had stared at Evans when he entered.  I thought he recognized him,
but the look vanished and Emile announced dinner.  Emile was a master of
creating a diner out of nothing.  This was noodles and a mixture of
vegetables and greens in butter.  We were in a dairy area and butter was
still available.  It was simple, but tasty and filling.

It was Georges' turn for watch duty.  I offered to do it, so he and Raoul
could make up for lost time.  Outside of the cave was cool, but pleasant.
It was a clear, dark night with no moon, so the stars were spectacular.  I
realized this was the same view prehistoric man saw from the entrance to
the cave.  They too would have felt the awe of the star filled heavens.  I
assumed, they had a watchman, although watching for a wild animal was
preferable in my mind to watching for Nazis.

I heard a noise from inside the cave.  Robert emerged.

"Is it all right if I join you?" he asked.