Chapter 7: Back to Nurnberg

[Like ghosts the girls of Brazil would haunt me for some time]

I reiterate (Chapter 6): “I climbed into Herman and they kissed him on the spare tire waving goodbye as I drove off heading back up north to Nurnberg. Wow ... No one would ever believe me about my time driving in Europe with so many girls.”

And now, this being a true story other than most of the girls, and having arrived at this point in the story, it has fallen away clumsily. True, I had to return to Nurnberg to give Herman to my partner in ownership. I would be leaving Europe and he, staying. But I don’t want to just drop the story and run for my life, or should I?

Nah, I’ll invent one more lady friend. Why not? I’m not wasting anything or time at my age and I can use another story to introduce, already written, “Hanna of The Snack Bar” which chronicles the August Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia, 1968. More history than anyone can stand laced with sex.

Traveling up to Nurnberg would be one of my last times to drive that autobahn and it was looking more like Spring outdoors. I had a lot to think about and my new friend, the sexy girl, her name Juliana, was just the person I needed to keep me company. She was so intelligent, so beautiful.

(See?)

I wanted to ask her what her ancestry was because she was so unusual, olive dark and even native to Brazil as opposed to the other student girls who, other than Maria, looked more European. I felt she was a goddess as well, me being so typically male and pale, and I took the time to tell her about my experiences as the lover of goddesses, my sister nymphs at the dairy.

I thought I needed to catch her up on what I’d told my previous five traveler buddies, what we shared as I proved myself to them making love in ancient castles for heavens sake.

When the group of five girls said goodbye to me at the school Juliana became an item. She was waiting for the others, Maria and Adriana, the five, to come back. I’d not met her before for some reason but she was obviously bored having to wait alone after Kristina and Ana left to go home to Brazil.

I asked Maria how come she hadn’t come with them to Saint Tropez. She said Juliana decided she didn’t want to travel. No questions asked. But she had plenty of time alone to think about it. She wanted to come with me.

[JULIANA]

I couldn’t understand why I didn’t remember her. Was she involved in the gasthaus defrocking embarrassment of me? Yes, she was there. Apparently my girl count was wrong and I studied her for a minute or two telling her how I couldn’t figure out why I’d not made a mental image of her. “You’re amazing to me.”

[I was the real thing like no other, created by supernatural deities who made their livestock human male designed to satisfy them no end]

I think she believed me regarding my experience with the dairy goddesses, well, yes, she did, at least some of it because she saw me in action the night they messed with me at the school. But I wanted to know a lot more about her.

She made no bones about it however. What she really wanted was less talking, more fucking and surprised at her boldness I continued to question her in that regard. I wanted her trust first, to understand I had no intentions of taking advantage.

But she told me she spent time talking about it with Kristina and I told her how guilty I felt about that. I explained my running away was because of my past as a child, abused. Enough said. I was afraid and should not have been. I told her I would never feel right about Kristina and Ana.

But now I was going to have to find a place in Nurnberg where we could stay. And then I remembered the Mars Station at the Kasern where I was stationed as a sergeant. Would my ol’ linemen guys like to see us in action? I was sorry Hanna and Mary weren’t around. But we could really have a good time.

Those old lady friends were another story to recollect. I could tell Juliana about them, or not. It was a story all its own.

Ah, there was the old boiler guy and The Storm in the bowels of Hitler’s S.S. headquarters. Yes, we would find out how Juliana liked my old haunts. Herman and I would be allowed on post because Herman had Army plates and I knew the M.P.’s anyway. They wouldn’t question Juliana because they would fall in love with her looks. This would be fun for a couple of days or so.

We arrived. It was weird to be back and I was a civilian.

First thing: I took Juliana to Jay and Lenny’s apartment in town to introduce her. They hit it off. We ate dinner and spent time talking about adventures. I was glad to be back.

I’d give my share of Herman to Jay and Lenny for a wedding gift before I headed back to the states. How I would treat my leaving Juliana I didn’t know yet but I would want to keep in touch with her for sure with addresses. I wanted to keep in touch with all my girl friends from around the world.

But first things first I wanted to take her to Merrell Barracks, show her around. I would get with my guys, Caldwell, let him know I had a new girl friend and we were going to take the tour with them as they shammed their daily way staying out of trouble and working not at all. We’d end up at the Mars Station before I introduced her to the old boiler guy. Was he ever going to be happy.

In the big attic with the transmitter Juliana looked around kind of wide eyed and I laughed telling her a little about the past. The guys again were like the dwarfs finding a new Snow White to adore. They really missed Hanna. I told Juliana we would come back to the station later but I wanted to show her the underworld of boilers, some amazing things. I planned to take her through the steam area, through the icky tunnel as a test and then experience The Storm which was the reward. The guys were all ears.

[The Mars transmitter in the attic of the Kaserne where we made and got laid in the glow of the energy emitted]

I remembered to get the closet keys from Caldwell for the lock in the back of the women’s rest room. I didn’t know what color code I’d left but I would have all the keys. So we headed for the snack bar. I ordered some food for both of us to eat before we descended and I explained things to her. I didn’t want her to be scared because the experience was pretty weird. We finished eating and she got up to go back into the restroom, to wait making sure nobody was in there and to give me the signal.

I moved to the hallway by the restroom and waited, she came and gave me the go ahead and we both moved back to the closet door, opened the padlock ready to lock it again from the inside. I opened to access the dark stairs and she was pretty leery but I assured her it was good and I went first holding her hand. Down we went until we landed and I pointed out the light from the steam region. “This is super cool but we have to leave all our clothes here first. We’ll leave them here, dry, and retrieve them when we come back. We have to do this because this is all about making love, yeah?”

Juliana was all ears.

I took the keys out of my pocket and hid them under a brick just to be ridiculously safe. I put my hands on her arms and asked her if she was ready. I began to take off my clothes and she took a moment to study what I was doing but as soon as I was ready she took hers off too. Of course she was reluctant and nervous, such a strange place with a guy she really didn’t know that well.

Then I hugged her to feel her wonderful warmth taking her hand and leading her into the steam. “This is awesome.”

It was so awesome as we moved deeper in, getting the moisture all over us. I wanted to make her passionate so I knelt down and did her with cunnilingus. Apprehensive at first with all that steam reaching in every place on her the passion rose, an orgasm for her. I kept going and gave her a couple of more as my face dripped and draped. “Are you wilting?” I asked. She laughed and said she wanted to fuck me, “Right NOW!”

There was a ledge nearby so I moved with her over to sit, slid back a little and I close knelt again between her legs to softly play my penis in her while studying her eyes. The moisture made it easy to penetrate more quickly and she rose with arousal, eyes closing in effect. “Shall we?,” I asked. She moved forward to force my erection in deeper, a jerk, a gasp, “It fits,” she exclaimed with a sigh. Then she really started moving with me, fucking wonderful, so awesome in the penetrating steam.

I got so engrossed I stood up, picking her up with me and carrying her over deeper into the warmer thicker steam, really deep penetrating, and I held her up fucking with rapid increase. I was doing a goddess I swear. It really seemed steam was more wonderful than it had ever been with Hanna and that’s saying something.

The steam reached into us and she wrapped her legs around my waist, arms around my neck fucking madly. “Oh my gawd! The steam is reaching into my anus. OH-MY-GAWD that’s freakish crazy. I’m going to cum!” and she did. “Aaaaah!”

I reached climax. I let my penis fall out with some effort to ejaculate a few big ones, gasping, before I stuck me back in and Juliana was just beside herself with it. Gizem flowed out and down warm and bubbling. I couldn’t imagine how it felt for her but this was so phenomenal. I decided to do it a few more times. I worried I would fuck her too much all at once before we got to know each other better and next we had to endure the tunnel.

All that goo in the tunnel to struggle through in order to get to the aperture was a big goal. But fucking in the steam was so worth it. It was good enough already to actually stop without needing to go through the tunnel, really that fucking good.

I let Juliana slide down and stand holding me tight as I kissed her ravishingly. She was just a rag of love and I asked her if she had it in her to do more. “Oh yeah, please if you’ll fuck me some more like that I’ll do anything. GAWD, she was such a goddess.

We both stood in the gizem as the steam took it apart to flow away and surely I could have fucked more and more just staying there with the marvelous hot moisture bathing us everywhere.

“I love that steam,” she said. “It’s even going into me like through my anus!” “I know,” I said. I reached down and rubbed her there in her butt crack causing her to rise up on her tip-toes. “It’s hot creeping into me and I love it!”

I led her to the tunnel across the steam and we looked in. The darkness in there was a stark contrast and she was reluctant. I told her what to expect and about The Storm, how she just had to make it there to have an experience greater than the one we just had. She was disbelieving at that point. “Come on. It smells bad but we’ll make it. I know this place and it is so worth it. We waded in and she said it was unbelievably gross.

I guided her on through the tunnel deeper in the goo as we went. She was getting truly frightened when we had it up to our teats but we were almost there. I pulled her up with me when we reached the steps being careful not to slip. There was the aperture. I touched it. Like the camera lens it sprang opened giving way to the vault beyond. THAT WAS AWESOME. She jumped in surprise. “Don’t worry about the guck on us. It is going to simply fly away soon and leave us cleaner than ever.

“Can you imagine me the first time I did this not knowing?”

In the vault the light began to move, rise, crest, get brighter and the experience was amazing of course. She was alarmed how the diamonds of moisture appearing were penetrating her in through the openings in her body like the steam but now so visual. She stood rigid, focused with her arms extended and looked at what was both beautiful and certainly alarming.

Looking down she exclaimed they were crawling into her vagina and circling on her body surface as if they were looking for more openings.

I put my finger to my lips as if to signal being quiet and I showed her my body with the moisture going all over and in, out again, amazing even through the tip of my penis. I pulled it up and showed her. “It is! It’s going in through my anus again, in my vagina, everywhere! It’s glorious! It’s okay?” She almost shrieked with shiver.

We slowly became weightless, like it normally happened, and I held her as I put my penis back into, so smooth, so silky. I began to fuck her as we floated with the diamonds moving around my erection, into her vagina, coinciding, adding so much to the experience. She was getting noisy with the affect on her. This only got more so extravagant.

The experience was far greater than the steam. She, I thought, was about to lose her mind with the ecstasy. So I held her close, stopped fucking, deep penetrated for just moments and then began again, when she was the stimulus in charge. We fucked like never before. The goo from the tunnel simply flew off of us just like I said and the diamonds of moisture traveled up our butts, in our noses, everywhere and it was a good thing filling us with mysterious energy. She became speechless.

Before the storm was over I did my cunnilingus with her to top things off. She was levitating with my mouth affixed to her, legs spread suspended in the air. Juliana was just completely satisfied enthralled. I owned my goddess and she owned me.

We woke up lying on the floor of the vault with my erection deeply in her, her back to me and not moving. I just laid quiet feeling her body, waiting for her to come to and finally I realized there was somebody standing over us. It was my old friend the boiler man.

“WHO is this goddess?,” he asked.

“Hi!,” I almost jolted, surprised but delighted. “So good to see you. Oh, this is Juliana. She’s studying in Munich, is from Brazil, Sao Paulo.” “My GAWD Tom. Where do you find these wonderful creatures. Are you some kind of god or something?,” “I laughed.