In the evening, Colonel Chernov, the head of the army intelligence service, called me up with a request to fly to the rear, one group gave an agreed signal, there are important documents. At the same time and reported good news for me personally. The second group in the radiogram thanked me for the advice from the Polish ATGMs, they did not lose anyone, but they arranged for the Germans such a traffic jam on the railway that only hold on. And they liked my second advice - “The main thing is not who will shoot someone, but who will change his mind.” They cleverly and slyly acted - they have no losses, and the supplies of the fascist 7th army that opposes us are not received, which is what they have become silent. And not only thanks for the advice, but also offer to reward me, since they have no losses. Well, here the fascists supply, they strongly ruined.

Even Napoleon said - the main thing in the war is the supply of the army. But to me - a big request to fly to the rear, a special person with a gnashing of teeth gave "good". And Chernov laughs - he will not fly with you, the coward, when he was offered - turned white, he grabbed his heart and almost fainted. They are heroes just to beat and poke fingers at the door, but to fight ... What is the best way to fly? It is best to fly on the Storkha, so I did. Sit down, this "Stork", maybe just on the patch. I spent a routine inspection - everything seems to be in order, both tanks are full already, so after two hours of flight a conditional signal.

The guys blinked with a flashlight, as they agreed, immediately ran up to the plane, I did not turn off the engine, handed me a briefcase with documents and load, presumably, a beautiful girl in German uniform with her hands tied, she was in a German car of some rank RDG guys shot. Well, there will be no overload, although this young lady is very appetizing, her forms are pretty cool.
Loaded, I took off, but soon the motor began to sneeze and stall along the way. I had to sit down - fly like this in a strange unfamiliar car! I crawled out of the cab evil, like a hundred devils - and then what? In the meantime, I decided to eat, I did not have time before departure, but now the gut behind the gut began to be chased. Untied the hands of this girl, very beautiful by the way, the moon was shining with might and main, and the figure was cool. We sat under a thick tree, I spread out a tarpaulin, laid out a food and a thermos from a backpack, and with a gesture showed her that it was possible to “refill” - I hardly knew German, and I don’t have anything to talk with this German woman.

We ate, she, too, was obviously hungry, and as soon as I got up and put the backpack with food in the salon, this bitch jumped and ran. I caught up with her, knocked her down, leaned over and felt a strong desire. Oh, so, the German bitch, I’d have to punish you - I put her on the "crustaceans", pulled up my narrow skirt and, pulling off her panties, famously entered her, she just sighed. It was pleasant and very, so plump, very hot inside, but I could not finish for a long time - nervous tension! But now this my “girlfriend” came to life and began to move her elastic ass towards me and groan sweetly, then finishing violently, she fell down with her breasts, only her delicious but perfect ass remained in my hands. Then I decided to finish in this her delicious ass, which glowed with white skin in the semi-darkness. She again sighed loudly and howled so loudly: “Oh, don't go there, it hurts so much, you don't need it, it hurts me,” she knows the Russian language. And this is your punishment, you did not need to, bitch German, to run away from me.

I finished with pleasure and, dragging her to the tarpaulin where we had eaten, threw it there.Well, it is seductive as she lies - the skirt has ridden up to the waist, having opened her long legs in stockings, she managed to pull up white panties and they are so impudently glowing in the semi-darkness! She interrogated her a little, she admitted that she was our title - lieutenant, graduated from Moscow Pedagogical Institute, knows German perfectly, served in the intelligence department of the front headquarters, and was sent to the rear of the group for an adjuvant with a married colonel. an order to infiltrate into the headquarters of a German translator, transferring data under a code name, and now all the underground workers have died - the Gestapo works great and does not sleep.

So what could she do? She accumulated data, only to transfer to someone, and her patron, an elderly SS colonel, dragged her everywhere with her - she worked as an interpreter, even the title Untersharführer designed her, like she Volksdeutsch. And now the scouts killed her boss, what should she do, where to go? I began to calm her down, we soon began to kiss, and I brazenly, as a winner, settled between her legs. She allowed to finish in her, saying that the special people would still be shot. And when I finished, at the same time with this girl, if I didn’t bother - our scout, almost all in bliss, then I lay still a bit between her legs and then it dawned on me - there is an idea!

It was in this piquant position that we talked - I spread out between her widely spread legs, stroking her elastic chest, my cock still pulsed slightly, drops of my nature flowed into her bosom, the girl — her name is Hope, shuddering and groaning sweetly from the result pleasure, now received hope and agreed with me. Then she asked me so softly, again kissing:
- I agree, comrade captain. So do. Excellent you come up with. I want to say that I was very good with you. Just get off me, I need to go to the toilet.

Oh well, me too. That's when I cast, then it dawned on me - the second tank, but I did not switch the tap. Moron! I broke off and ran to the plane, Nadia again lay down on a tarpaulin, her eyes just lit up in the twilight of the German rear - there is a chance! I switched the faucet, turned the screw, then I looked, and the arrow showed the presence of a burner. I wanted to raise Hope lying on a tarpaulin, as she suddenly offered to give me more - so she is afraid to return. She drank a cap of brandy and, taking off her skirt and panties, knelt down. Having unbuttoned my pants, with her hot tongue, she soon famously raised my “eagle” to the battle post and we again indulged in passion. That's awesome! - we are in the German rear, night, we should rather go home, and we caress each other with might and main, I again lie between her legs, and Nadya groans loudly and moans sweetly, hugging me tightly.

Now I could not finish for a long time, but Nadya had finished exactly twice, biting me hard on my shoulder, as she later explained - not to scream with pleasure! She hadn’t had normal sex for a long time, and the German colonel made her constantly “take on the cheek,” as he joked. Now she is just in incredible pleasure, despite the same incredible situation. And, realizing that I still could not finish, Nadia deftly jumped out from under me and soon my “eagle” basked in her skillful mouth. A good "teacher" from the German colonel turned out! I finished violently, snarling softly from delight. Strangely enough, usually after sex, I am drawn to sleep, and now I was alert, apparently, and a strong nervous tension - we are now behind enemy lines!
We drank coffee with her from my thermos, I got a great trophy chocolate, Nadia smiled all the time and - from the screw! Soon we flew back. The radio compass clearly indicated the direction, then I heard: “Abfaren!” - they are waiting and worried. In response, I snapped the agreed: “Ahtung! Noyn! ”- that is all right. In the morning, the head of intelligence, who had clearly not slept all night, hugged me tightly when he saw the documents. And he was a little stunned to see a beautiful girl in German uniform came out. And the chief of staff almost danced - the latest data on the Wehrmacht. He immediately called the front headquarters, so he soon flies there. And Petrushevsky will be very pleased with all the gingerbread.Well, about Nadia, I said that the guys saved her, she worked "undercover", the Gestapo arrested the entire group of intelligence officers, and then she called the password to the head of intelligence in the ear, but I heard - "Minsk is twelve and twenty one."

He already jumped up, howling loudly, saying that she had disappeared and dragged her to the telephone office, she urgently needed to inform the intelligence chief of the front, he was ringing on HF, and then the special people came flying with pistols in their hands, seeing the girl in German uniform. Heroes belated! Politely sending them to hell and ...