Chapter 11: The Plan

The Linemen in Cunnilingus school.

Hanna told me the commanding officer’s wife Mary wanted me to join her in Hanna’s company. I knew it was coming. It was just a matter of time. I knew she wanted to fuck me, could only be happy she didn’t want me to do her alone.

I really relied on Hanna, owed her an awful lot. I wanted more than anything to stay out of trouble until I mustered out, discharge in Europe coming up in a matter of months. I had to give this situation some thought and I had to comply. I couldn’t refuse Mary my skills with cunnilingus because I had already opened Pandora’s Box, and her legs.

Hanna and I had been conducting linemen school in the attic at the Mars station with the idea of having some fun somehow figuring out how to roll the boiler man’s “little storm” into a crazy scheme having sex with multiple officer’s wives, they so amorous. We needed to make it happen one at a time, groups maybe later.

The old man wouldn’t readily want his secret place divulged but what a great ploy to get wives involved in having sex with linemen who were stoners by reputation, yet terribly horny, long forced celibate on base. Doing it, freeing them from their dearth of loving at the most wonderful of places, The Storm, would be outrageous. And it would give our old friend an awful lot of eye candy to enjoy.

The wives wouldn’t recognize the linemen in that wild experience but later McGuire or Caldwell, the ring leaders, could call them out on it, if desired, for let’s say some considerations and/or gifts. For draftees Army duty didn’t have to preclude politics. Plus if they did a really good job of fucking the wives it could include some regular service doing them. One could hope.

But it would be tricky. There were so many rules to follow. The Storm was not exactly of this world requiring love and trust before experiencing it. That wasn’t to be had, realized easily for rotten souls and slutty wives, maybe.

When I was a kid I was always in trouble, ideas of mine generated with my overly active imagination. I simply couldn’t keep myself from expressing something including a “dirty” thought for the hyper religious neighborhood. I was completely naive about sex and girls but just the same I was fluent in bathroom talk and other concepts frowned on.

The other kids moms pretty much hated me. Now I’d met my match in Hanna.

Half way around the world a girl was growing up in Germany being just as inventive. But she discovered sex at a much younger age than I. So, here we were being inventive yet again and I knew somehow it was going get me in trouble just like I did when I was young. But, wasn’t it fun and wasn’t she adorable?

The school had progressed to the advanced cunnilingus stage and Hanna had talked a couple of girl friends into coming along to make themselves available for class room demonstration. They agreed because they wanted me to show them some “to die for sex”. I did. Afterward they could move around the classroom with a benchmark to work with, to let them more accurately score the guy’s skills. The lucky lineman winner, each day, would get himself sucked on while the all-time winner was promised to get fucked. Stoned or otherwise this was compelling.

The new girl’s job was to let me demonstrate on each until orgasm. Then they’d go around to sit on the ready guy’s faces. They would rate their work compared to mine. It was very healthy-breathy and there was some screaming for sure because my guys were getting darned proficient. Stoned guys were so relaxed, free to get creative. Odd thing was girl friends told girl friends and other girl friends wanted to get their vaginas tuned up for demonstration. Pass it along.

Surprising, it got to be quite the rumor going around about “up there”, “get your thang kissed up really good”, Lass uns dein Ding wirklich gut geküsst. Plus - the linemen could fuck too. They weren’t virgins so I had to invest in a big supply of condoms with a warning to use a great deal of caution “Or you might end up marrying a local”.

Ron, the original Herman bus owner, was always trying to talk me into taking a walk with him down to The Wall, the legal prostitution center in the middle of town. There worked the government certified healthy ladies with vaginas for hire. He’d tried unsuccessfully to get me laid even offering to pay the twenty bucks if I would go upstairs with a favorite lady of his. It was quite compelling.

She sat on a window ledge street level and seemed very sweet. But I wouldn’t, couldn’t do it. “I am a virgin dedicated to my state of purity and my craft. My specialty is Cunnilingus, my experience being taught the art by the Hawaiians, my lovers.” She seemed quite interested, so exotic sounding from a world away.

She said I could fuck her for free and would I charge her to demonstrate? “No,” I would not charge. But, I wanted her to do me a favor in exchange. So she swung her legs back over the window sill into the “Herzlich willkommen” foyer and got on the nearby punee type bed. I spread her legs. I gave her cunnilingus and it gathered a crowd. She orgasms quite quickly.

That really turned on a true professional even with all her experience.

Good publicity. It caused many onlookers to get so aroused there was a spike in business. “So you’ll meet me up at the Mars station after I get you a pass to come on the base?” “Sure, if you’ll do me again like that.” “Sure, love to. And I have guys to train in the art too. It’s a pubic public service.

So I turned to her again spreading her legs and dove down into her crotch. “Oh I meant if you would do me again at your Mars station.” “Of course,” I said. “But why not now, again. Are you willing?” She wilfully spread happily and promised. “I’ll make doubly good use for demonstration. You must consider doing me on a regular basis.”

The crowd pressed closer and I used my deep tongue secret tricks to get a scream out of her as she gushed and the crowd cheered. There were slaps on the back and a round of bier songs. “Please, won’t you come up and fuck me darling?” “Can’t. You know why. I’m just cunnilingus.” Ron thought that was very funny, she gave him 20 bucks and since Cunnilingus is a German word as well spelled with a capital ‘C’, well. We scored.

Now I was set. I had the award for the all-time cunnilingus contest winner among the guys. He would get fucked by a professional, a really sweet lady from the wall for the rest of us to watch. This was hot.

I talked to the old boiler man in depth about what I was working on. He understood my inspiration and also my faux dedication to virginity he said was so “unlike anyone now-a-days. It seems no one dedicates themselves to convictions anymore.” He shook my hand and smiled. “Somehow we’ll figure out how to use your storm to service clients?” I begged. “And do it without ever divulging any of the rest of your kingdom, your deep earth lair that is so unique and mysterious. That’s more important than anything.”