Chapter 15: And an End for Beginning

[Has nothing to do with the story but I’m so proud - I made several copies of my wife]

Hanna now owned my virginity. It was hers to keep and we would love at a whole new level henceforth. “You are truly one of a kind on the planet,” she would say. You make love to me as if I was a goddess.” “You are a goddess Hanna. Believe that and your sole purpose in life to make others happy, as happy as you are now. The goddesses taught me so much and I plan to teach that to you. You have brought my past forward without my wanting to but it is a good thing. We can become a greater good indeed. I love you.”

What Would Become Of Me. I really wasn’t sure about my past but had inklings of it. It was sometimes all quite confusing and I tried to ignore it like it was all just bull shit. It was easier that way. But I wanted to make Hanna feel outrageously good about herself. So I pretended to know more than I could, I guess.

But now I was outed for my past as the supposed lover of goddesses. Hanna had talked me into divulging it and we had to have some serious talks with our trusted cunnilingus school membership about how they had to pledge their silence with anyone not in our tight circle. Our survival in the Mars environment depended on it. And we two had more to divulge to them with our sexy Storm events upcoming.

Our approach to accomplish without reservation, without error, in having the officer’s wives submit for our crew, to do them, we planned a monumental goal to reach for. Because the results of what we endeavored had to finish clean, not allow politics to ruin our efforts, we could not “cum” up short with the officer’s wives for fear of being outed and wrecked. When you have committed to something like this, especially when I was about to muster out of the Army and stay in Europe as a civilian, well, I had a lot to lose and actually little to gain other than the need to make people happy.

The gain I sought in getting the officer’s wives fucked by my linemen was for them all, in fact everyone involved, even those who were not nuevo Euro loose ladies to submit to orgasms happily. The guys were stoners and they really didn’t care about upsetting the status quo but they were fine tuned, trained to satisfy women, gently, perfecting the practice and of course they loved to fuck. OF COURSE they did.

When you have the correct balance of a continuing hash high combined with rich horniness you can fuck better than anybody, total commitment, fulfillment and satisfaction. Cast danger to the wind. Plus, now there was me outed as no longer the virgin. I could fuck with impunity, or something like that.

It’s not just about you when you are that well trained. Our commitment would not be satisfied unless the wives were totally satisfied in a manner precluding any guilt whatsoever and left everyone in love, accepting one another as equals, wanting more of the service in the future. That’s why perfect cunnilingus was our mantra moving forward, possible gateway to rich and versatile fucking for the guys. And as I explained, “If you have successfully satisfied your client with your tongue you are sure to get laid. But for GAWD’s sake be careful and use those condoms. The last thing you want to do is get an officer’s wife pregnant. There is no hash high high enough to preclude the resulting pain and suffering.”

We were trying to change the social mores that living in Europe made easier to accomplish hoping the Americans might take that attitude back to the U.S ... After all it was obvious to those of us who mixed with the local economies; European cultures were far more mature than the bridgeless societies of land locked ‘Merica. And we weren’t messing around. We were going for the throat so to speak by attacking the attitudes of the top ranking regarding sex. But I’m preaching.

Trained yes, the guys were capable of great things but a stoner’s mind was an unpredictable thing and where there are highs there were also lows. So it was on my shoulders, the responsibility to keep things on an even keel while dealing passion among disparate ends of the social order.

Mary had been easy to acclimate to our kind of sex, even taking it to new heights with multiple partners using all available means, a surprise, yet at the same time a beam of hope for being able to deal with the other wives. She could advise us. We didn’t assume she would partake while the wives were present although she certainly could have shown them a thing or two or three all at once.

We planned to use Hanna as the primary contact person since she worked behind the counter at the snack bar and sooner or later all the wives attended usually gathering for occasional coffee. Singling out the promiscuous wives from the others was another challenge.

We didn’t think church goers were primarily a good customer base logically because of their faith. Mostly they didn’t like sex like we did. But we would play the scheme and plan by ear as we went. We would have to differentiate between hetero and gay women as well even if they weren’t proclaiming preference but we could take care of all needs. Hanna refreshed our memories that she liked doing women as well.

The guys got really aroused during the planning meeting thinking about watching Hanna do some wife and Hanna told them she didn’t want interference from them. “I work alone in that regard you fuckers!” They begged but to no avail. It was a sensitive subject.

The more time we put into planning the deeper the problems seemed. Hanna was asking questions to the group of wives coming by the snack bar, taking polls on leading questions without arousing suspicion. It became obvious we were going to have to ask more of Mary in order to get the real consensus on which wives were what and who might be the correct individuals to approach.

As always we were highly concerned that the project could stumble and peter out instead of peter in, and out, and in, so forth.

I was at fault for making too many assumptions. I thought they all would want me to do cunnilingus for them and more so find out what the lover of goddesses was all about.

Finally Mary came up with an idea. She would visit the old boiler man alone and see what she could devise with his help. She needed to create a spa atmosphere in his lair to entice any and/or all women to come with her for a great luxurious session of detailed attention. The linemen would be the eunuchs in charge of massage and other “therapies”.