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entire weekend. Hard as it may be to believe, Hilde seemed to be a better fuck by the end of the weekend and her mouth seemed never to be satisfied.

On the island of Oahu, an Italian businessman, Paolo Greco owned a pineapple plantation. Although he didn't let his friends in Hawai'i know, he was a supporter of Benito Mussolini and when approached agreed to host Hilde Jost.

Part of his plantation overlooked Pearl Harbor and he owned a small cottage on Iroquois Beach Point which guarded the entrance to the great harbor.

No one looked twice at the young woman sunbathing, hiking and birdwatching along the beach and in the hills above the harbor. It was peace time and she was an American and it was an asset that she wasn't particularly attractive: a very ordinary girl.

On any given night, she could be found in the bars where American sailors hung out. She didn't drink much, and never ended up in bed with any of those sailors.

She didn't look at those sailors because she had only one of those Americans on her mind. His name was Sandor Novak and he was the civilian harbor master at Pearl Harbor.

Sandor shared responsibility with the Navy's harbor masters, who German and Japanese intelligence deemed too difficult to infiltrate.

Sandor was in his early forties and on weekend nights when he was off duty he'd go to the bars where American Navy nurses could be found. Gossip was that after a couple of drinks, they'd do just about anything with just about anyone.

Sandor Novak was not an overly attractive man and much older than most of those nurses. However, on occasion when he did bed one of those nurses, they were in awe of the size of his cock.

At first there was a little pain and then there was only joy and the kind of satisfaction they rarely experienced. "Sandor, as a navy nurse, I've seen lots of men, but never a man who has what you have. When you're ready, my pussy will be ready for that monster cock again."

"How about your mouth? Will your mouth be ready for my cock?"

"Oh Sandor, I'm a lady," said the nurse who still had his cum dripping from her pussy. "I've never done that, but if you think it will help get you hard . . ." She went down on him.

On a Friday night about three months after arriving in Hawai'i, Hilde Jost sat at a beach bar where sailors, Marines, soldiers and nurses were known to frequent. When asked, she made it known she was from Cincinnati.

Less than once a month, Sandor Novak got lucky. This was one of those nights but it wasn't a nurse, it was the visitor from Ohio, Hilde Jost. He thought that she wasn't much to look at, and she was only eighteen, but she was available and seemed willing.

Hilde Jost smiled as she followed him to his cottage at the entrance to the harbor, opposite the cottage on the beach that Paolo Greco made available to her. Now, it was her job to get him to part with information the Japanese Admiralty, Germany's ally, needed.

Sandor wasn't a very romantic lover; his hands were a little rough as he fondled her breast with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other. "Sandor, I haven't been with a man in ages. I'm yours. Take me to bed."

An hour later, Sandor Novak thought he'd fallen in love. Hilde Jost who'd been trained by the prostitute Hase, the bunny, and a man hung like Lowe or Eberhardt von Plotz, lips were going up and down on his cock: all the way down.

He looked down and couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmmm," Hilde sucked. As Fraulein Trude Ruttinger noted, Hilde was the most enthusiastic cocksucker. "Hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm."

"Sandor, I can keep going, but my pussy has never had a cock so big. You need to fuck me." She lied, thinking of those German males she'd trained with.

"Sandor, oh Sandor, oh my God, it's so big. It fills my pussy. Fuck me, fuck me good."

Every woman Sandor had ever been with flinched or complained that his cock was too big and it was painful. Eventually, those who agreed to more than one date, got comfortable with it, but he didn't want to hurt anyone.

Hilde was different. Her pussy opened for his cock, and she had a smile on her face as he pushed in. "Like that, just like that ooooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooh, you're cock is so good; so big. Give me more, Sandor. My pussy wants your big cock."

Then her big ass started to move. "Aaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaah, Sandor. Oooh Sandor, your cock, your cock, ooooh your cock."

It took Sandor a long time,; it always took him a long time. "You made my pussy squeal. You were wonderful, Sandor. I've never had a cock like that. I never thought they got that big. If you'll have me I'd like to spend the night, I'd like to finish what my mouth started."

"How can I turn that down?"

She snuggled against his chest. "My mouth is salivating already. Good night, Sandor, and thank you."

They started seeing each other; Sandor could not believe his luck. He couldn't believe his luck when Hilde was blowing him; he couldn't believe his luck when he was on top of her and getting the fucking of his life-AGAIN!!!!

"Make my pussy squeal, Sandor."

Two weeks later, Hilde asked, "what kind of cargo is that ship carrying?" she asked as a ship made its way into the harbor. They were standing at his window looking out; he was standing behind her, and she was only wearing panties. She moved his hands from around her waist to her breasts.

"Sandor laughed, "that's not a cargo ship. It's a battleship."

"You mean it's a navy ship?" Of course, she knew exactly what it was. She'd been trained by German Intelligence. She knew it was the Oklahoma.

"Yep." He pointed out other ships: cruisers, more battleships, destroyers, tenders. "Look that's a submarine coming into the harbor now."

"Are they all navy ships?" She reached behind her for his cock, and played with it through his boxers. Sandor's mind wasn't on what he was telling her. He was thinking that Hilde was ready for his cock again. She always seemed ready for his cock; especially her mouth.

"Mostly, but the cargo ships that come in are my responsible. Tomorrow keep your eyes open; an aircraft carrier is due."

When the Enterprise sailed into the harbor, "my God, how many sailors are on it? If I didn't have you, Sandor, I'd have my choice of hundreds of sailors."

"Are you saying you're happy with me?"

"I'd be happier if you were to fuck me," she laughed.

"I think my cock needs a little encouragement," he smiled.

"Say no more." Hilde slid down the bed. That night she didn't get fucked. She did get a mouthful of his sweet man cream. She wasn't complaining.

In the morning, they woke up smiling at each other. "Hilde, how about if I make your pussy squeal this morning?"

"You were reading my mind, weren't you? My pussy is already dripping in anticipation. Make me squeal." She spread her legs.

A few weeks later, she stood with him in his office overlooking Pearl Harbor watching another aircraft carrier enter the harbor. "It's huge. There must fifty planes on that ship?"

"The Yorktown carries sixty."

"How did you know it was coming?"

"We usually get four- or five-days' notice. I have to make sure that no commercial vessels are in the carrier's docking space or in the channel."

"Speaking of docking space, Sandor, are you ready to fill my channel. It's so empty. I just know it could use something as big as an aircraft carrier." She rolled on her back and spread her legs.

By mid-November 1941 Hilde Fischer had Sandor Novak's complete confidence. Her questions were more pointed. How many cruisers and destroyers were in port or expected? Would the carriers be in port between Thanksgiving and Christmas?

All this information she passed on to the Italian plantation owner, Paolo Greco, who forwarded it to the Italian Embassy, who then passed it on to Berlin and finally to the Japanese Naval Command.

Passing through all these hands something got lost in translation. Although, the attack on Pearl Harbor was a great victory for Japan, the American carriers were not at Pearl Harbor as expected given the information Hilde Jost passed on.

In the days after December 7th, Sandor Novak was busy directing traffic in the cluttered Pearl Harbor channel. Hilde Jost, like numerous civilians, volunteered for nursing duty; changing bandages, comforting the wounded, one day she was tasked with sweeping up glass from a mess hall which was being converted into a make-shift morgue. Whatever was needed, she willingly pitched in. Afterall, she was an American.

It wasn't until a week later that Hilde and Sandor found time for each other; a bath and then Hilde said, "Sandor, you've been under so much stress, why don't you let me take care of you tonight?"

It wasn't the best or most enthusiastic blowjob she'd ever given him or anyone. Slowly Hilde slid her lips up and down his cock; all the way down; all the way up. She savored every inch, sucking but not sucking.

Usually, her goal was to have Sandor fill her mouth with his man cream. Tonight, her goal was just to let him feel her lips massaging his long, thick shaft and occasionally massage his balls and his cockhead with her tongue.

It wasn't until morning that they fucked. Slamming into each other repeatedly. Sandor took out all his frustrations of the past week on her pussy as his big cock pounded her. Then pounded her some more. "Sandor, it's been so long; fuck me, make my pussy squeal."

For Hilde, her big ass joyfully bounced up and down. Her mission had been a success.

Numerous Japanese nationals and Japanese-Americans were arrested. Paolo Greco was repatriated to Italy. However, no one interviewed or even inquired about Hide Jost. Afterall, she was just a girl from Cincinnati.

There was no way for Hilde to return to Berlin once war was declared. She had to be satisfied riding out the war in Hawai'i and with Sandor riding her. Sometimes she rode him.

There was no normalcy, and Pearl was a madhouse, but two or three nights a week, she satisfied herself and Sandor with a comforting blowjob.

The following morning, Hilde spread her legs, "Sandor, give my pussy a good pounding this morning."

One day, about a year after the war ended, an American government official asked her to his office. "Do you know a Paolo Greco?"

"Yes, before the war I was his house guest, but everything changed after December 7th. The last I knew he'd been sent back to Italy, why?"

"He died in Naples, Italy during the war. His will was registered with the territorial government here in Hawai'i in November 1941. You are named as his sole heir and since we've not found anything to indicate that he was nothing more than a plantation owner and played no role in the war, his property now belongs to you. We have no claim to it."

"Really, what does that mean?"

"Miss Jost, once you sign these papers, you'll be the owner of the Greco plantation and some other holdings he had on the island."

Hilde was now wealthy beyond her imagination. She was only twenty-four; she could have any one of hundreds of sailors, even officers, stationed at Pearl Harbor.

She stayed with Sandor even though he was closing in on fifty. As she said three or four mornings a week, "Pound my pussy, Sandor, pound it with that big cock. Make my pussy squeal."

"You'd love to suck it, wouldn't you?"

"You know me too well Sandor, but not right now. Pound my pussy. I want to squeal for you."

TO BE CONTINUED

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