Chapter 60 - Ocean Voyage
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This is part ten of the time travel that Satan gave to Briana during the
celebration of the Black Mass. Briana has been transported to the final days of
the Third Reich. Ingrid and Briana accompany President Harry Truman on a voyage
to America.
Once all of the dignitaries were seat, there was a small commotion as several
of the American aides to the President jumped up and ran off like they were
looking for someone.
"My God, they sent the President's French translator back last week. There was
a death in his family and no one replaced him. What a fuck up? Someone's going
to get their ass chewed over this," whispered a nearby officer.
"This meeting was not scheduled until the last minute. The head frog,
DeGaulle, pitched a bitch about the Americans ignoring him," said another one of
the officers standing nearby.
"We're going to look like shit, a bunch of country hicks, my French isn't up
to translating for the President. Does anyone here know English and speak fluent
Parisian French?" asked a tall distinguished looking man that Briana surmised
was a diplomat. He had walked over to inquire of the group of naval officers
standing by the ship's rail.
"I do," responded Briana without thinking.
"Your French is that good?" asked the diplomat. Captain Jenkins started to
intervene and then thought better of it and shut up.
"I lived five years in Paris with my parents. My French is fluent and my
accent is Parisian," answered Briana not including the fact that her father was
Germany's military attache to the embassy. Briana spoke the words in English and
then French.
"You're sure you can handle this. This is important," asked the diplomat?
"Yes, I have experience in diplomacy and know how to handle translations of
this sort," said Briana. That was true. Briana had practically grown up in
German embassies.
"All right, I just hope you don't make a fool out of the President of the
United States."
Briana walked with the diplomat up to the small table on the fantail of the
Augusta. Seated at the table were General deGaulle, his translator, and the
President.
"Commander Williams has volunteered to handle the translation from French to
English," announced the diplomat as he pulled out a chair for Briana to be
seated.
"I didn't realize you were talented in so many other ways," said the President
looking startled to see Briana seated beside him. He had just looked up from a
briefing document and surprise showed on his face.
'They said you needed a translator," said Briana. The diplomat held Briana's
chair as she sat down beside the President. Almost immediately she felt his hand
on her knee pushing her skirt up so The President could feel her bare thigh.
Briana spent the next hour working to translate General DeGaulle remarks into
English as the President felt her up under the table. Briana's pussy was soaked
by the time the meeting ended. A young Frenchman translated the President's
statements into French. It was obvious that DeGaulle was not one of the
President's favorite human beings and equally obvious that DeGaulle was not a
fan of Harry Truman.
Later after the meeting was over, Briana was standing behind the President as
he waved to well wishers on the quay.
"DeGaulle would have shit himself if he knew you were German, it serves him
right, condescending frog motherfucker," said the President to Briana as he
waved and smiled at the crowd of French dignitaries standing on the quay.
The tall American diplomat who had allowed her to be the President's
translator stopped Briana on the way below deck.
"I'm Averell Harriman. You did very well back there. I thank you for that. If
there's anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask," said the
diplomat.
Briana and Ingrid turned in after mess and went to sleep until the next
morning.
"If the President needs you two, he'll send for you. He's very tired from the
trip. He suggests we all get a good night's sleep," said Captain Jenkins. Briana
and Ingrid undressed and got into the bunk beds. They slept for twelve hours.
Both girls were enveloped with an enormous sense of relief at being out of
Germany and safely traveling with the President of the United States.
During the next morning, Briana worked with Ingrid to improve her English and
eradicate her German accent. After lunch, the girls went for a walk around the
deck. The sea was calm and the sleek cruiser was gliding through quiet Atlantic
waves. A large number of British destroyers provided an anti-submarine screen.
Briana was not sure why a destroyer screen was needed since Germany had
surrendered and Japanese submarines did not operate in the Atlantic Ocean. Still
it made for an impressive site.
The President had sent word through Captain Jenkins that he had contacted
Briana's mother and informed her that Briana and Ingrid were both safe and would
be spending some time with him at the White House.
The girls were walking together on the main deck when Lieutenant Perry and a
very handsome officer offered to give them a tour of the ship.
"Commanders, would you like a tour of America's newest and fastest heavy
cruiser?" asked Lieutenant Perry.
"What does a Marine know about a naval vessel?" asked Briana smiling at the
Lieutenant. Briana noticed that Ingrid was staring intently at the Lieutenant's
companion.
"That's why I brought Commander Travis along. He's been with the Augusta since
they laid the keel at Newport News Shipbuilding and Drydock. He knows
everything there is to know about the Augusta."
"Elliott Travis, Commanders, I have to ask. Are all German girls as pretty as
you two? When Matt told me there were two frauleins aboard that were pretty as
movie stars, I called him a lying bastard. But you girls ought to be in
Hollywood."
"Thank you, Commander. Is your heritage Nordic?" asked Ingrid who let her hand
tarry in the giant paw of Commander Elliot.
"Norwegian, my grandparents live in Minnesota but they came from Oslo, Norway
and started a dairy farm, But actually, I was born and raised in Knoxville,
Tennessee," answered Commander Travis.
Commander Travis was incredibly good looking in a very Nordic Aryan way. He
had a deep voice with a trace of a southern accent. Tall and blonde with
piercing blue eyes, Briana resisted the urge to ask him his facial measurements.
But she would have guessed that he could easily have gotten in the SS.
He was also a very large man, standing well over six feet. He towered over the
two girls and the average size Lieutenant Perry.
The girls agreed to take the tour. Briana had never been on a modern warship
and was curious about what was below decks. It turned out the tour of the ship
was a walk down two decks to the two-man cabin that the two officers shared.
"We'll start by showing you our quarters," said Lt. Perry.
As Briana ducked to enter the hatch of their sleeping quarters, she felt
Lieutenant Perry's hand pass over her bottom. As soon as they were inside the
small room, the Lieutenant pulled Briana into his arms and kissed her. Briana
watched as Ingrid climbed through the hatch in front of Commander Elliot. She
was laughing as she tried to push his hand from between her legs.
"I think they want to fuck us not improve our knowledge of the ship," giggled
Ingrid.
"Think we should let them? I really wanted to see the engine room," teased
Briana.
"Come on girls, we're going to be stuck here seven days. How about some
poontang? We might as well have some fun, nothing else to do. Elliot has got
something to show you, right Elliot?" said Lt. Perry.
"Here, this might change your mind," said Commander Elliot as he unsnapped his
web belt and unzipped his trousers.
The girls watched as Commander Elliot reached into his under shorts and
extracted the largest cock they had ever seen.
"It's called a Tennessee Taddlewacker," said the Commander as he gave it a
stroke.
Ingrid stepped forward fascinated. Briana knew that Ingrid was a girl where
size mattered. Ingrid placed her hand under it and hefted it as if she was
trying to guess how much it weighed.
"My hand won't reach all the way around. It takes two hands, I've never seen
one that big," said Ingrid as she used both hands to stretch around the
circumference. "See, they barely reach as it is, you try Briana," said Ingrid
noting that her fingertips barely touched.
"Let me try," said Briana.
Briana stepped up to Elliot and placed her hands around its girth. It felt
warm to the touch. Briana sighed as she realized that the decision whether to
fuck the two officers was already made. Ingrid had begun to undress.
"I want to go first, I want to experience how it feels to have something that
large inside my pussy," announced Ingrid as she climbed out of her panties and
unsnapped her hose from the garter belt.
"All right, I want to watch and see if you can get it inside you, it may not
fit," said Briana as she stepped back and began to undress.
"All right, Commanders, let's get naked," announced Elliot with a good deal of
enthusiasm.
Moments later, Briana and the Matt were on the bottom bunk. Elliot had pulled
the thin mattress off the top bunk and thrown it on the floor. Briana was
sucking Matt's cock. On the floor, Ingrid was licking the head of Elliot's
penis. Briana observed that the head was almost the size of Ingrid's face.
Briana could tell that licking Elliott's cock was really turning on Ingrid.
"I can get the tip of my tongue in the piss hole," announced Ingrid who then
proceeded to demonstrate what she had just said.
"Ingrid, do you think it will fit in your pussy?" asked Briana.
"I'm going to make it go in," responded Ingrid with a determined tone to her
voice.
"I've got something here that will help When your cock is as large as mine,
you always bring some lubricant," said Elliot as he opened a small drawer and
extracted a blue colored tube that Briana took for some kind of ointment, "K-Y
Jelly will make it slide in easy and smooth."
"I want a try after you're done," said Briana who then proceeded to suck
Matt's cock down into her throat.
"There's enough peter here for everybody, Ladies," said Elliott as squeezed a
small amount of the lubricant on his fingers then proceeded to work it into the
opening of Ingrid's vagina.
"Oh, that feels nice, put your fingers inside me," whispered Ingrid who was
adjusting her body to allow Elliot to have maximum access to her vagina.
"They make Elliott pay double at the whorehouse," said Matt.
"I'm wet and ready. Let's try," said Ingrid.
"Here, let's do it dog style, that makes it easier to get it in," said Elliott
who pulled Ingrid into the all fours position. Ingrid's face was on the floor
and her rear was practically pointed toward the ceiling
"Look at that cute little brown hole," said Elliott as he coated his fingers
with lubricant and stuck his index finger in Ingrid ass hole to his first
knuckle. Ingrid let out a long deep breath followed by a long low moan. Elliot's
fingers were three times the diameters of most men's. Ingrid pushed back to bury
Elliott's finger to the second knuckle.
"Keep your fingers in my ass while you fuck me," asked Ingrid.
"May I try some of this," asked Briana as she coated her fingers with the
lubricant. She kept sucking Matt's cock as she pushed her index finger inside
his asshole.
"Oh, that feels good, finger fuck my ass," groaned Matt as he pulled his knees
to his chest to open his asshole to Briana's fingers. Briana slipped a second
finger inside his anal ring and pressed against the wall of his rectum to locate
his prostate. Briana used both fingers to put pressure on Matt's prostate and
slowly stroke it through the thin flesh wall of his bowels. In a matter of
moments, Matt's cock erupted in Briana's mouth.
"Now, you can eat me as I watch Elliott fuck Ingrid," announced Briana as she
changed positions so Matt could place his head between her legs and lick her
clitoris.
"Never come so fast in my life," said Matt between long slow licks of Briana's
pussy.
"Tell me if it hurts too much," said Elliot as he placed his hands on Ingrid's
hips and began to push forward. Ingrid let out a low deep groan as the cock head
slipped past the opening of her cunt.
"Ingrid, you okay?" asked Elliott.
"Yes, keep going. I want it all I don't care how much it hurts," said Ingrid.
Briana saw that her fists were clinched and she was holding desperately on to
the mattress. Elliot's hands tightened on Ingrid's hips as he forced several
more inches inside Ingrid.
"More, give me more," said Ingrid through clinched teeth.
"All right, let's see how deep it will go," said Elliott straining to force
his cock further. After it went in about six inches, it stopped. Ingrid was
taking deep breaths. She felt like her insides were going to burst.
"You've taken half of it. Maybe I should pull out and let you take a break,"
said Elliott.
"No, give me more," said Ingrid pushing back to bury another inch inside her
body.
"It's really something to watch, isn't it?" said Matt looking up from between
Briana's legs. His mouth and chin were coated with Briana's juices.
"This time, go as far as it will reach," said Ingrid reaching between her legs
to play with her clit. She found the effect of her fingers on her clit electric
along with the sensation of the huge cock stretching her vagina. Her physical
senses were reeling from the impact of all that hard male flesh inside her body.
"Well, don't forget you asked me for it," said Elliott as his hands tightened
on Ingrid's hips and he held her body steady as he slid the last six inches
inside her body. Ingrid was gratified to feel Elliot's giant ball sack touch her
thighs.
"You got the whole twelve inches," announced Elliott.
"Now fuck me nice and slow while I masturbate," said Ingrid as she pushed her
butt against Elliott.
Elliott began slowly but soon picked up speed as he stroked into Ingrid's
stretched pussy. Briana could tell that Ingrid's hand combined with Elliott's
cock had caused Ingrid to start a series of orgasms. Briana enjoyed her first
climax as Matt ate her pussy with wild enthusiasm.
"Let me fuck you," said Matt.
"Face to face or on all fours like a bitch in heat," challenged Briana.
"I want to see your face when my cock reaches the bottom of that sweet little
snatch of your," answered Matt.
Briana spread her legs and wrapped them around Matt's butt as he climbed on
top of her. After a period of hard fucking, both men climaxed inside the girls.
Ingrid let out a long yellow stream of warm piss as her final convulsing orgasm
combined with the internal pressure of Elliot's cock pressed down on her bladder
causing her to piss a wide yellow puddle on a mattress. Elliot gave Ingrid a
towel to soak up her piss. The four rested for a while then they changed
partners.
Not wanting to piss on Elliott's mattress, Briana squatted over small metal
trashcan in the corner of the room and relieved herself.
"There nothing that can get me harder quicker than watching a pretty girl pee
in a bucket. Hold your pussy open so I can see your pee hole," said Elliott who
was slowly stroking himself. Briana pulled her labial lips apart so Elliott
could watch her urinate.
"Like that?" asked Briana.
"Yes, exactly like that, here let me clean that little pussy off with my
tongue," said Elliott as he bent forward to lick golden drops of Briana's
urethra.
"How does it taste?" asked Briana as she felt the warmth of Elliott's tongue
linger on her pisshole.
"Just like a Tennessee virgin, sweet but strong, flavorful but not bitter,"
said Elliott.
"Turn around, I'm going to suck your asshole until you're hard again" directed
Briana to Elliott.
"Goddamn, I think I've died and gone to heaven," said Elliott as he positioned
his butt toward Briana.
"You feel up to a little butt munching?" Matt asked Ingrid.
"Yes, let's see how far I can get my tongue up your ass," responded Ingrid who
stuck her long tongue out and twirled it to emphasize her willingness to use her
mouth on Matt's rectum.
Both girls slowly worked the men's holes with their mouths and fingers until
their sphincter's relaxed and fell open. The girls used their fingers to massage
Matt and Elliott's prostates. In a matter of minutes, both guys were moaning
like bulls with cocks so hard they felt ready to explode.
"Ready to fuck my pussy, Elliott?" asked Briana.
"I want it in my ass, Matt, said Ingrid.
Elliott fucked Briana while Matt took Ingrid in her ass. Briana's entire body
reacted as she felt Elliott's war club first force open her entrance then expand
her cunt walls until they felt like they were stretched paper thin. When
Elliott's cock was fully buried in Briana hole to its maximum depth, Briana had
the sensation that it had entered parts of her body where no cock had ever been
before. It was somewhere, uterus, cervix, who knew, where cocks did not
ordinarily go.
When Elliott climaxed, his sperm was left deep inside Briana's body. The girls
spent almost two hours in the small cabin engaged in sex before it was time to
go back up on deck.
"My pussy is so sore but I wouldn't have missed it for anything," said Briana
as they walked back toward their cabin.
"I can barely walk but it was a lot of fun. Next time, it will be easier,"
said Ingrid.
They spent each of the six afternoons the girls were on the ship in Elliot and
Matt's cabin fucking. Three nights they spent with the President. The other
nights they engaged in long slow bouts of pleasant girl sex with Captain Jenkins
and Commander Tate. The Commander had a large collection of marital aids
including a harness that fit around the waist and allowed a female to screw
another female like she was a man. Briana loved to use the harness and dildo to
fuck the other three women.
The girls confided to Commander Jenkins and Captain Tate about their afternoon
trysts with Matt and Elliot. They also told them about the size of Elliott's
cock. That occasioned an evening where the four women took on the two men in the
girls cabin one night. Captain Jenkins climaxed so forcefully the first time
Elliott screwed her that she lost consciousness.
Briana wasn't too sure how Lieutenant Perry felt about having to lay under
Captain Jenkins eating her pussy in the sixty-nine position while Commander
Travis's balls rested on his forehead. Briana tried to make sure he enjoyed it
by tongue fucking his asshole while Ingrid sucked his cock.
Later, the ladies had some very good laughs about the impact of Commander
Travis's penis on their sensitive parts.
"I feel like Babe Ruth stuck his bat in my twat," laughed Captain Jenkins.
"Commander Travis certainly hit a home run in my box. I thought it was going
to come out my mouth. I never felt anything like that before," said Commander
Tate.
