Chapter 2

The next day, Gisele was told she could go home.

“I’m being punished for having an elevator in my building.” She told me from her wheelchair. “Otherwise I’d get to stay here and tell you stories and suck your cock for another week.”

I looked at her old face, her gleaming hair, her bright eyes framed by deep wrinkles and folds. I saw through the aged surface; Gisele was an amazing person, she had a deep and powerful beauty hidden under her blemished skin. As if I could suddenly see her spirit instead of her body, I realized I’d been thrown together with a significant person. A star. My regret about our little sexual secret dissolved, I wanted to be with her some more. Like she said, listen to her stories and let her suck my cock.

“I’ll miss you.” I said.

“You can come stay with me if you want.” She said, “The nurse told me you can be discharged in a couple of days. What do you say? I have cable TV and a view of the Seine.”

The other possibility was transfer to the military hospital in Germany. It would be another couple of weeks before I could start rehab.

I had to clear it with my CO, then fill out a lot of paperwork before they’d let me take a wheelchair from the hospital. I was given my instructions and meds, and taken in a health service van through the narrow cluttered streets of Paris to Gisele’s place.

It was a typical old Parisian apartment building, four floors with four apartments on each. Heavy stone façade with generous windows from the days when no one worried about heat loss.

The elevator was antique, with sliding cage doors. The health service guy took me up and wheeled me to her door.

Was I really doing this? Shacking up with a 70 year old? Before I had time to think, there was a loud clack of the lock, and the big old door opened.

She was on her feet, resplendent in a long tight silver dress with a slit that allowed her tapered leg to show the patterned stocking she had on. Jewelry sparkled and her makeup was subtle. Her hair was perfect, gleaming river of silvery snow. This was not the tired old crone I’d met at the hospital; this was an elegant and classy older woman, seductively dressed.

Her smile was gorgeous, terrifying, hungry, affectionate.

The orderly said something to her in French; American delivery or something, and some sort of joke because they both laughed. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, then left.

The apartment was moderately sized, with a lot of original features like the ornate ceiling moldings, but a modern kitchen and bathroom.

There was one bedroom, the bed had a frame over it to help climb in. The whole place was densely upholstered with cushions, art, carpets, and books in several languages.

“You don’t mind sharing do you?” Gisele said with a laugh. “What a scandal! Seventy year old woman sleeps with a young American soldier. Are you hungry?”

My mind was spinning; no, no, no. Yes, yes, yes. She’s old, I don’t care, she’s demented, no she’s not, I don’t want to sleep with her, yes I do...

Her story resumed later in the afternoon. I was on the sofa and she was in her chair; she’d changed into a comfortable satin dressing gown that shimmered on her long thin length. It was disturbing how I found her so sexy. I shuddered in a mixture of self loathing and desire. I didn’t want to fuck her, I just wanted her affectionate touch.

And maybe a kiss.

And another blowjob.

Ok, I did want to fuck her. I was just afraid that it would be bad, I’d regret it. And I didn’t want to regret anything, not with Gisele.

“I was brought up well, I had a good accent, and I could write and speak High German. Sort of like the Queen’s English. I knew how to dress, walk, and act. The Nazis were thugs from the slums who craved class, so I had no difficulty being accepted.

“Here, I have some pictures of me from just after the war ended, oh, and some nudes taken around 1960.”

Gisele would have been 40 years old when the nudes were taken; she was a knockout, blond and big breasted even then.

“Wow.” I said appreciatively.

I tore my eyes from the racy pictures and looked into her bright smiling live face. Somehow I’d become her lover; and she seemed very happy about that.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m really happy to be here with you.” I told her, and she stood up carefully and set her trim ass down next to me. She leaned close, her long pale fingers stroked my face, her eyes cut through the fog, and then we were kissing again.

It was different though; we were alone in her place. And instead of our forced confinement, we’d chosen to be together. We both knew it was temporary, that was part of it; otherwise I don’t think we would have done it.

I was surprised at the increasing emotions as we touched, our hands caressing. As usual, she soon went to my penis, and laughed happily as she discovered I was already stiff.

She pulled her body from me slightly, only holding me by the cock as we looked into each other’s eyes.

I was in the grip of a sort of euphoria I’d never felt before. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but of course I do now. I was sort of in love with her.

She’d seduced me completely; stolen me from my bed. My heart and my cock belonged to the old lady spy.

I’d always thought those emotions would follow physical love, compatibility, physical attraction. With Gisele it was all about spirit. I didn’t like her because she was sexy, she was sexy because I liked her. If I showed you a picture of her at 70 years old, you wouldn’t say there’s a sexy woman.

But even now, when I look at that photo, I get a little thrill. A leftover buzz of sexuality from my memory of our crazy hot age gap affair.

Of course to her, I was eye candy. I had nothing clever to tell her, I was an uneducated young grunt. She was into me because my cock was hard for her. She was into me because I was young and pretty and turned on by her. Because I was black and I had a big cock.

And that was ok.

“I just love your black penis!” she declared with a toothy grin. “Am I allowed to say that?”

“Sure.” I agreed.

“Black penis, black penis!” she laughed, “Seriously though, it is crazy exciting to be here with you like this. After the war was over, I sort of dried up; I didn’t have a lover for a long time. I missed my youth I suppose, so I want to have it now. Is that ok with you?”

In response, I reached up and unbuttoned her tunic. She sat still, just holding my throbbing penis, as I pulled the garment open and back over her thin pale shoulders.

Her breasts filled a patterned bra with wide shoulder straps, made to hold them up. With her free hand she pulled one partly out, so her nipple was exposed.

Silently, I leaned forward, and took it in my mouth.

The fingers of her free hand ran through my hair, stroking my scalp as sensuously as the hand on my cock. She leaned back and I followed her, my lips slipping off her old tit and brushing down her torso.

I pulled at the strings that tied up her light pants, but she stopped me.

“Not yet.” She said softly. “Later, after I bathe you can go there if you want.”

The casts on my leg and arm were both in the way, so I straightened up and leaned back. Gisele let go of my penis and lifted her feet onto my lap as she pivoted away, but facing me. Her foot was small, well shaped, and milky white in contrast to my black penis as she arced her toes down and slid them under my swollen organ.

“General Claus wanted to keep me as his mistress.” Gisele said, taking up her thick old tale as I admired her thin old tail. “He didn’t want anyone to know, so he got Frans assigned to him as his aid de camp, liaison between his divisions and the SS.”

“But he knew Frans was your boyfriend.” I objected.

“Yes, that was overt. I traveled with them as the companion of the young SS major, while secretly I was also the old general’s girl. I fucked both of them, it was crazy.

“Claus ignored the fact that I slept with Frans, but Frans was excited by the arrangement. He liked to do it with me after I was in bed with his rival.

“He didn’t even want me to shower; he liked the smell of sex on my body, he’d ask if I’d had the old man’s cock in my mouth and when I said I had, he’d kiss me and I could feel his cock stiffen.

“At first I was disgusted; and then I started to like it. He was humiliating himself, it was a perversion and that gave me power. I taunted him, told him details, how the general was more man that he was, a greater lover, a tougher soldier. How I felt when I had his penis inside me, how I adored the taste of his semen. Frans was hurt, and thrilled. The more I told him, the more excited he became, until he threw me down and ravaged me with more passion than he’d ever shown before.

“I liked it on several levels. I liked hurting him, and exposing his perversion gave me power I could use. And I liked the sex. I know I shouldn’t admit that I enjoyed doing it with a man like him, but I did. I came, and he came too, mixing his semen with Claus’s.

“As the two fought each other for my affections, we all worked together quite well. I typed their reports as they coordinated SS and army plans, and I relayed it all to the resistance. When Frans asked where I’d been, I told him I was with Claus. When Claus asked, I told him I was with Frans.

“They each knew I was betraying them with the other, neither knew my true betrayal; that I was working for the enemy. Remember that we’re looking in hindsight, at the time I was conflicted. I was German, my family friends and lovers were all on one side, I was on the other alone. I had no idea whether my information got to allied command. I only knew I would be executed if I was discovered. The only time I could forget about the danger was during sex; when one or the other was kissing, fondling, when I had a powerful man’s stiff penis against me, I felt briefly safe.

“The three of us traveled a lot by road during 1941, moving from one trouble spot to another. Claus had a big Mercedes staff car, but we three drove behind in a smaller one in case of attack. We shared the driving between us instead of having a driver so the men could talk. I listened, flirted with them both, and when we stopped for the night I’d make love with Claus, then go to Frans and sit on his handsome young face as he sucked the old man’s semen out.

“On one of those road trips, Frans took my anus.

“I liked it; somehow a mass murderer just felt better in the ass. Darker, more perverted, and most importantly, without chance of pregnancy.

“His cock felt fabulous in there, and he seemed to like it too. The pressure, the heat and sweat, the Nazi officer fingered my slimy vagina and we both came.

“After that, Frans and I only did it that way. Claus used my vagina, Frans used my anus. Always separately though, never at the same time.

“Claus always appreciated my outfits, stockings and heels, lacey underwear I managed to find, he would watch me rapturously as I undressed for him. He’d take his time, kissing me all over, smelling me, tasting me. He looked me in the eyes when we fucked, holding my face between his tough old hands as he slid his hard old penis in and out until my orgasm.

“Frans was the opposite; he was all about the groin, he would suck and lick me there, then fuck me in the ass doggy position. He liked my face when his penis was in it.

“I only realized the obvious years later; the SS major who rounded up homosexuals for extermination was gay. He wasn’t in love with me, he was in love with the general.”

The Parisian sun lit my lover’s apartment as she told me more stories. We ate, drank wine, discussed the news. My eyes couldn’t seem to leave her face; I was enthralled by the old woman, she was fabulous. I wanted to have sex with her, good proper sex. That was really very odd.

Instead I rubbed her feet and legs, and we petted for a while after lunch, kissing as she stroked my cock with her experienced fingers.

After dinner, we went to bed. I climbed in with the strength of my good arm. The sheets were smooth and expensive, there was a soft floral scent, the pillows were soft but the mattress was firm.

“Have you ever slept with an older woman before?” She asked as she slid out of her robe.

“I’ve never slept with anyone before.” I told her.

“Really? You had sex though, you’re not a virgin.” She said, facing me nearly naked in full light for the first time. She wore the support bra and dark stockings to her upper thighs, but that was all.

“Yes, I am.” I admitted, my eyes running down her skinny old white frame.

Her figure was impressive, but her skin was rippled with folds and creases. Again, I was pulled in opposite directions. I was attracted to her, I liked her a lot, yet her age really freaked me out.

She stared at me in shock. “You’re not serious! How is that possible?”

“I don’t know. It just never happened to me.” I said, noticing that there was no visible pubic hair at her groin.

She slid in, snuggled against me, and I wrapped my good arm around her. She stroked my face and we looked at each other in silence for a while.

“Should I turn off the light?” she asked.

“No.” I said.

Her hand slid down to my cock, and she stroked me gently.

“You’re hard again. Do you want to fuck?” she asked softly.

“I’m not sure I can.” I said.

“I’m not sure I can either.” She admitted, “I haven’t done it for ... well, a really long time.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“I just didn’t meet anyone I wanted to do it with. I can get on top.” She offered, smiling hopefully as my cock pulsed with desire in her hand.

“Ok.” I agreed.

She slid herself onto me, pulled her knees under and sat up, her thighs spread over my hips and her naked pink vagina on my belly. I put my hand on the small of her back as she lifted herself a little. I realized she’d intended to slide back, but I was pulling her forward.

My young eyes stared into her old, old vagina. The cunt that had held Nazi generals, living history, a war relic.

It was beautiful.

Pink and symmetrical, Gisele’s 7 year old vagina glistened at me, calling to be adored. Her thin upper thighs were wide, there was plenty of room, I just need her to bring it to my mouth, and I would be able to taste her. My good arm was stronger than her whole body, but it didn’t have to be. She responded to my grasp by easing her crotch up to my mouth.

I heard her gasp and her hands clutched my head as my mouth locked onto her shaved groin and my tongue slid up her slot. I had both hands on her little old ass as I tasted pussy for the first time.

I remember the shock of it; the fear as I realized the line we were crossing.

If I lay back in a drugged stupor and let an old lady suck my dick, that was one thing. This was another. I’d pulled her to me, I’d taken action, I’d made the statement that I really did want her. We’d crossed the line of no return, we were lovers now.

Her vagina was soft against my mouth, I tried to lick her like I’d seen in porn movies but after a minute my tongue muscles were exhausted.

She lifted away and moved back, she reached behind and took me in her hand as she lifted herself up on her knees, and I saw my young black virgin cock against her ancient war torn vagina. I looked up at her face; she seemed afraid, and excited. Just like me.

“Should I?” she asked, wide eyed, “Tell me you want me to, and I will.”

“Go on!” I hissed, aching with desire while shivering with conflict.

“You’re big.” She said, as she pressed me against herself, “And no one has been in there for a while. And...”

Her mouth sort of went slack and she stared at me with her blue/green eyes spread wide, because my rod had popped an inch into her.

Neither of us spoke as she slowly worked my rod deeper, sliding her skinny ass back on my thighs, then forward, holding the base in her hands. Deeper, slowly becoming wetter, her old vagina was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

The pressure on my penis so smooth, symmetrical, and cool. My mind was going sideways from the sensation, the deep secret we were sharing, the intense forbidden pleasure.

Her pelvis rested on mine. She sat on me as we held hands and stared at each other in a moment of exquisite quiet stillness.

“I can feel you inside me.” She whispered, “Way up in there; strong and hot. It’s wonderful.”

“It feels good to me too.” I told her.

She moved a little, shifting her groin sideways, then to the other side. She grinned down at me through tangled white hair, she’d got me, I was her loverboy.

The old woman gyrated gently, her face going a little blank as she focused on the sensations of her body.

“You’re so deep, it’s unlike anything I’ve known before.” She said softly, “It’s really quite terrifying. I thought I’d vicariously enjoy your pleasure, I didn’t expect to feel ... like this.”

She was gyrating a bit stronger now, and sliding forward and back. My penis was a hot iron rod inside her frail frame, I didn’t even understand how it could fit in there, how could that thin old body have that much spare room?

Gisele gasped and stopped, staring at me in apparent shock, her body shivering a little and her hands squeezing mine. Her nipples stuck out at me like two loaded weapons and her old twat squeezed my young cock futilely.

Her eyes widened further, she lifted her body up and down slightly so my penis slid in and out just a little. Her breath was short and hard.

“Come inside me.” she pleaded, “Come, come now!”

She was gyrating harder, her voice was a bit squeaky, and I knew she was close to orgasm.

My leg was throbbing now, there was no way to avoid putting pressure on the wound. I needed to complete the act so we could stop.

I ran my hands over her thighs and hips, held her breasts through the half-bra, and mainly just looked into her gleaming pale eyes as the tension built. She eased her old bottom and down, and finally I erupted inside her, pumping her pasty white body full of optimistic African sperm.

Gisele shuddered and whimpered, coming with me.

“Well.” She said breathlessly as my cock shrank and a cold wet finger of fluid leaked down my thigh, “That was quite unexpected. Was it good for you?”

“Fantastic.” I mumbled as she lifted off and settled down alongside me, resting her little head on my strong shoulder.

The next morning after breakfast in bed, she sucked me; sitting with my back against the headboard and my legs open, she lay on her front facing me. There was space and we were both comfortable, I could watch her face as she gathered my genitals in her hands and went down on me.

Gisele savored my cock, she loved it like no girl did since. She had no conflict about having me in her mouth. She wasn’t afraid of my orgasm or my semen. She was thrilled to have me, to suck me, to consume me.

I relaxed and enjoyed the blow job, looking into her eyes, the intense pleasure causing the strange emotions to solidify. At that moment there was no place I’d rather be, no one I’d rather be with, and no one I wanted to have sex with more than 70 year old Gisele.

Her physical beauty was there, but hard to see. I ran my fingers through her soft white hair and stared at her white face and my black penis slowly and excruciatingly slid in and out of it.

Our union was perfectly wrong. Utterly without reason, we had no chance. I had to be back on base in 10 days.

Maybe that was why we did it, why we could both let ourselves go. Why I could look into the eyes of the old lady and love her without fear of the future.

She lifted her face up and smiled. I smiled back.

“I met a young black American soldier back in 1948.” She told me. “I liked him, but I couldn’t bring myself to cross the racial line. It took 42 years for me to get here. So I thank you for this.”

She waved my stiff wet rod a little, then went down on me again for a while.

“Believe me when I say, the pleasure is mine.” I grunted.

I came hard, pumping out the recently built up semen. She pulled, sucked, swallowed, and hummed in pleasure, not releasing me until I was limp and depleted.

“Well, that was nice.” She commented as she crawled up alongside me.

“It was pretty good for me too.” I said, kissing her between the shoulder blades as my hands caressed her through her sexy nightdress.

I rubbed her back and ass for a while, then we slept in her bed together for the rest of the morning, as lovers do.

I listened to her stories rapturously; her voice was wonderful, hypnotic. The animation of her face, her hands as she recounted the seductions, the gleam in her eyes as she worked her charms on me.

She wore a long ornate dress with ruffles at the wrists, but tight at her waist, a retro sort of outfit that suited her.

We both knew we were going to do it again.

That she was 70 years old and still sexy was sexy in itself. I wasn’t totally confident, I was afraid it might be terrible the second time, I might regret it afterwards, maybe I’d freak when she finally took off that sexy bra and I saw what was under there. I’d held her, kissed her, come in her mouth and her vagina, but hadn’t seen her fully naked yet.

“Claus was purged after a coup attempt by the old military. Frans had tipped off SS command. This was my greatest failure as a spy; I had no idea about the coup. Or maybe there never was one, and Frans made it up to destroy Claus. It was quite traumatic when gestapo suddenly burst in with guns drawn and dragged him away.

“I was Frans’s consort, secretary, and assistant. I gave him extra prestige, and helped him fix his coal miner accent. I charmed his commanders and their wives, we were invited to high command functions that not all men of his rank got into.

“But to succeed in this, I had to play their game, repeat the Nazi line, be part of it. I had a rank in the SS by then, I was a captain with top security clearance and a well-tailored uniform. They didn’t make anyone an officer who hadn’t participated in murder; as a woman I didn’t have to do it directly. As secretary, I filed, processed, and dispatched orders that made me complicit in war crimes. I was a cog in the machine I was working to destroy. My signature went out on documents that I hoped would never be found. Transport orders, death orders.

“It’s late.” She declared smiling nervously, “Time for bed.”

Her uncertainty was reassuring to me somehow.

I was allowed to stand but had been told to keep 80% of my weight on my good leg. One arm was still in a cast too. With care, I could get myself onto the toilet, into the bath, and into bed.