Chapter 6

2014;

I started university again at age 94, majoring in pre-med biology. It was great. The young people at the University were mostly intelligent, I could talk to them. The work itself was rewarding to me, I felt as if my brain was being lubricated by new information. I had an advantage of course, knowing the Latin and most of the anatomy already.

I dyed my hair brown, wore tinted eyeglasses, and always kept an eye out for anyone watching me; the trouble was that men were always watching me. Their eyes swiveled in their sockets as I passed by.

My legs were long, my ass small, and my breasts large. Being young and pretty wasn’t all roses.

My lover Rick was fairly miserable; he kept moaning that as soon as I finished school, I’d leave him. That the only reason I was living with him was because he had a place near the university.

I told him that was absolutely correct. Why else would a gorgeous young medical student go to bed with a balding middle aged old guy? Enjoy the moment I told him; as I was.

So many people didn’t seem to appreciate what they had. Most seemed to focus on their grievances, when they were the healthiest, freest, most informed people that had ever lived. After all I’d seen, done, and had done to me, I just loved life. This life anyway; my life. The 21st century with most of the world’s information a click away, cheap travel, plentiful food, and practically no sexual morality.

Rick put in an extra mailbox for me in the building next to where we lived, with its own apartment number. I even got him to put a hidden video camera over it.

Paranoia is the unfounded, delusional fear of persecution. I don’t know what a well founded fear is called. Caution I suppose.

Anyway, Rick was always happy to fuck me, and he was able to keep me well lubricated through pre-med.

I wore modern clothing in public; I really don’t like these newer fabrics and styles though. I bought vintage or reproduced vintage dresses, high heeled stilettos, net stockings, and a suspender belt. Patterned bras, negligees, see through night gowns. I liked those things, and so did Rick. I teased him, kept him on edge for an hour or two before letting him ejaculate the fluid I needed up my vagina. I liked Rick, he was a good guy. I was sorry about using him as I did, and even though I was totally honest from the start, it was a bit unfair. His life was slipping away while he was slipping it in and out of me, and when I left him he’d be old and dried out. He knew it, and accepted it; our arrangement was honest at least.

I wanted to do research on semen, and I’d need samples for that. I needed all of Rick’s production in my body, so I asked some of the male students to help me out.

In the end, the only way I could get a steady quantity was to do the extraction myself. Mostly, handjobs.

Now, I had noticed a certain taste or odor in semen that when more pungent seemed to indicate a stronger concentration of active ingredient. So actually, I needed to taste the come first, then label it according to precepted taste, and then analyze it scientifically.

Then there was the question of consistency; even from the same volunteer, the samples could change depending on a dozen factors.

I had 7 young guys who were not dating. All I asked was that they be honest about what they’d eaten and whether they’d ejaculated since the last time I’d had them in my hands or mouth.

It was clinical; still, to get what I wanted I needed the boys to want to give it to me.

I don’t want to bore you with the science. I made some progress but it was hard going. And hard coming for my happy donors.

I admit it; I enjoyed making them come. Not as much as they did perhaps. We used a clock, 15 minutes of stimulation first, then an orgasm. One kept trying to increase the time; I had to drop him from the program. Two had a tendency to come too soon, I soon learned to compensate for their excitability and keep them on edge until the 15 minutes were up.

Four were Caucasian, two African Americans, and one from India. I stroked and kissed them (Yes, I did that as necessary). Sometimes, I couldn’t resist the urge and I put a cock in my mouth. Hard young cock; white, brown, and black. Throbbing with pleasure and promise, testicles contract and lift, and then that sweet squirt that made me whole.

Anyway, I stripped above the waist and let them fondle my big breasts, gave them a little kiss, looked them in the eye, and my donors squirted happily and efficiently into my sample cup or my mouth.

Emotionally I felt fond of them all, and they seemed to like me too. It was a strange arrangement I suppose. What I found most interesting was that my happy men became close friends with each other, and would all go out together for drinks or sports events. Sometimes I went with them; we also compared class notes and that sort of thing.

They knew I lived and shared a bed with Rick. I told Rick about them too, in detail. He was not happy about my growing friendship with my student group.

“You seem more uptight about me going to the beach with the happy boys on Sunday, than that I jerked them all off on Friday.”

“Uptight? Who says ‘uptight’ these days? Yeah, well if it was just one or the other that would be ok. But you spend time with them AND you make out with them all and jerk them all off; and sometimes you suck them too. I don’t understand why you have to do that, what’s wrong with you?”

“You’re jealous.” I said.

“Yes!” He declared, “I know you don’t love me, I understand. But you have to understand, I’m not a machine. We live together, sleep together, eat together. Sorry, I have to say it, I love you. It can’t be helped.”

I sighed; of course I knew that, I still didn’t like that he’d said it.

“Look, I know what I am,” he continued miserably, “I know you’ll be out of here the minute I’m no longer useful to you. That’s the deal, I accepted it and I still accept it.”

“My poor, poor Rick.” I said sympathetically, sitting down alongside him and putting my hands behind his neck. “You know the deal works both ways, I can be out of here in an hour if you tell me to go.”

“That’s not what I said at all.” He grumbled.

I kissed his mouth.

“I do like you though, and we have great sex don’t you think?”

“The best.” He said.

Well, not the best really; pretty good though. I smiled at him brightly; the way I do when I want a man to get to work. Soon after that, our clothes were off and I was on my back waiting in his bed with my knees up and open.

“Fuck.” He whispered as he looked at my naked body, “I’ll take whatever I can have.”

“You can have all of me, just not all the time.” I told him. “I like having a social life, and I like my happy men, and I like jerking them all off, and sometimes I suck their cocks too. Now, put your face between my legs and do that thing you do there, because my vagina is reserved for you. None of them get that, Rick. That’s my promise.”

His tongue felt good there; I looked into his eyes as he went at it. He looked good like that, just his eyes showing above my pelvis as he worked to pleasure me.

The truth was that I did love him a little; more than I wanted to. By that time, I’d become hardened to the pain of separation. Survival came first, and the moment this place was blown, I’d stop blowing Rick and leave.

He put his nice stiff penis inside, and fucked me hard. I squeezed it, and he smiled with pleasure.

“Those guys, they can never make me come.” I whispered, “I only have orgasms with you.”

“Really?” he asked desperately.

“Yes Rick; only you get my pussy, my tight wet pussy, and only you make me come! I love your cock, the way it fills me down there, your strong mature body does it to me, yes baby, yes!”

He groaned, I held him tight, and we came together in a very satisfying simultaneous orgasm with a rush of precious semen.

I was able to rule out several components, but I didn’t have the facilities to purify the separated proteins completely. To do that was some serious lab work that required machinery I didn’t have access to (yet) and specialized skills that I was still developing. It would all be available in the medical school.

Or; I could just forget the whole project and hang around with Rick and my happy men. I only needed the semen from one or two healthy guys. There are 3 billion male adults on the planet, there’s always one available and willing to provide what I need. Why go to all the work to find out the details?

Well, I just like to know things. It’s what I am.

1944;

The allies invaded France, and despite what the nazi news broadcasts reported, we knew the Americans would arrive soon.

All that was left of the SS headquarters was a huge hole. That also got rid of the local copies of the records. But we Germans are particular about paperwork, and copies had been sent out to Berlin; with my signature on them.

I was in hiding, living in a dugout below a barn.

My young lovers looked after my needs, bringing me food and taking away my waste.

My wound wasn’t deep, and Inica extracted the shard, but it still hurt all the time. I really needed medical attention.

I’d thought I was tough enough to do what I did; instead, I was haunted by the horror of my last memory of Frans. My logical brain told me that I’d done an honorable deed, yet I still felt shame and guilt about killing him. Emotions make no sense; I didn’t feel a thing for Henrich or the SS machinegun men.

I was a very recognizable person. My rare (for the time) height and huge breasts caused all eyes to look at me. Everyone in the area knew my face; and for both sides, it was the face of the enemy.

I had no direct contact with resistance or allied command. I’d worked alone, without orders that could protect me from responsibility.

As I had several times during the war, I surrendered to my fate; I’d done my bit, and probably I’d be killed for it. I’d be just one of millions, no big deal. My young lovers were all that was keeping me alive.

Inica was a gay person in a deeply religious rural area. I didn’t expect things to go well for her in the future. in the meantime, I held her strong young body against myself in the deep dark silence of the night, warm and sweet against the bitter cold.

“When the Americans get here, I’ll tell them that you’re a hero,” She whispered as her hand stroked up and down my spine and our breasts nestled together.

“That’s nice, darling.” I told her, “You shouldn’t be with me like this, it’s too dangerous.”

“Do you like it better with men?” she asked sorrowfully.

“It’s different.” I told her, “Like sweet or salty food. Both are good, just different.”

I kissed her softly; the truth was that I didn’t get much pleasure from being with her, except vicariously. I liked her; I enjoyed her pleasure at my touch, the glow in her eyes when she looked at me, and the way she squeaked when she came as I licked her. She was large boned, with wide shoulders from manual work, rough hands, and a plain pudgy farmgirl face. The opposite of Mari, the refined petit Parisian I’d been enamored with in France.

Inica had a pure heart, and deserved to be loved. Not used by a desperate woman on the run.

“I know you did it with Geert too.” she told me later.

“Have you ever been with a boy, or a man?” I asked her, “Even just to fool around?”

“I’ve only been with you.” She told me.

“The war will be over soon.” I said to her, “There will be a lot of work to do, rebuilding and all. People will want babies too; what will you do?”

“I don’t know.” She said, “My brothers are dead, my parents are old. I suppose I need to work on the farm and look after them.”

“Geert is the only child of the farm next to yours, right?”

“Yes.”

“And he’s a very nice boy.” I said suggestively, “And I’ve taught him how to please a woman.”

Inica laughed, making her big tits wobble. “Geert!” she laughed, as if his very name was a joke.

Everything was quiet after the massacre. The atrocity was so huge that maybe everyone had enough for a while. The German troops blew the bridges, electricity stations, and pumps as they retreated in the face of the approaching Americans. Well, in that place it was Canadians actually. Without the pumps, there was a serious danger of my refuge flooding.

Geert came to my hiding hole with fresh bread and hot news; they were just days away. I took his clothes from him and lay him on my bunk, sitting next to him as I stroked his big hard penis with one hand and held the newspaper in the other.

I wasn’t having sex because of my wound. It was infected and getting worse. I needed penicillin, which was more precious than gold. I liked the touch though, of both Inica and Geert. The boy’s big penis was comforting to me, as long as he still got hard, he’d look after me.

Then Inica came in. The two teenagers each let out a little gasp of horror.

I wanted them to be a couple; perhaps it was wrong of me to interfere. Anyway, I did it.

“Come on over here.” I demanded of the girl, “Hold Geert’s penis for me while I get undressed.”

It was really quite amusing; her mouth hung slack and she turned quite pink.

“Come on, you know each other well enough, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid!” Inica declared.

She took my place and put her hand around his stiff hot shaft as I stood up and worked at getting the innumerable buttons of my many layers of clothing to open. I took my time.

I shouldn’t really fuck; my wound might open, and the pain of moving around meant it was no fun anyway. I did it for them though.

“That’s great Inica, thanks a lot.” I said as I got above them to lower my center down over the sturdy young cock. “Just hold it up, that’s the way. Geert has a big one, it feels really good when it’s inside. Oh yeah, deep, deep inside. How is it for you, Geert? Oh Inica, give him a little kiss for me, just a small one, would you please? Yes, thanks, good girl. Oh yes, that feels good. Listen, If I don’t survive I want you both to remember me like this, Inica’s hands on my tits and Geert’s cock up my vagina.”

I undulated around on the hard young man, it hurt and it was pleasant at the same time. He was so nice, so pretty, and that big cock of his was hard and way up inside me.

We rolled over and the boy fucked me from above as I held Inica’s head in my hands, looking at her. “You need to do it.” I told her. “If it turns out you don’t like it, you can move to the city and find a nice girl. Geert will never tell, will you Geert?”

“No, of course not.” He said gallantly as he thrusted it into me.

The power dynamic was reversed now; they were the ones who could kill me with a word. Without any repercussions. Yet they both still wanted me; I wondered why?

“I can’t move to the city, I have to take care of my parents and the farm.” Inica reminded me.

I pushed Geert over onto his back, his wet penis exiting my body as it followed after him.

“Well then, you’d better give Geert a chance.” I told her grabbing the base in my hand and holding it up for her just as she had for me. I didn’t ask the boy if he agreed; he didn’t object though. Guys never do.

“Go on, Inica; look at his face, those eyes. I know what a bad man is, and I know Geert is a good guy. Come on, just do it one time, so you know.”