Lil’ Dyke in Wulf’s Clothing, Part 2

by Pulsar

Well Kiddies, I see you’ve returned to my lair to finish our tale! If any of you naughty nitwits are here without reading the first part, the go back and read it first… damnit! As for the rest of my demented darlings, look into my eyes… I said ‘eyes’… not ‘thighs!’ and see for yourself the fate of our “Lil’ Dyke in Wulf’s Clothing”.

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We all trembled as the Captain reached for his phone. Yet suddenly, there came a knock at his office door. “Ja! What is it!” he cried out impatiently. The door flew open and the homely twenty-something girl entered. She was in full uniform with thick black hair pulled back into a bun.

“Your coffee as ordered Herr Captain,” she said sternly.

“I did not order coffee!”

“Ja! Five minutes ago!”

“What… oh, so I did!” With that, he reached out to seize the rather ornate cup and saucer and took a sip. “I wish you had other talents besides making coffee, Fraulein Kraus!”

“Jawohl!” she replied, standing at attention.

“That will be all!” barked the captain. “Now go and get me the Kiel airfield on the phone for me!”

“Jawohl!” she snapped. “Heil Hitler!”

“Heil!”

And with that, Miss Kraus closed the door as the captain took another long sip. He picked up the phone impatiently. “Miss Kraus! I want you to get Kommandant.” Suddenly, he began to choke. He beat his chest and then grabbed his throat as he coughed and choked, struggling to breath. “Miss… Kraus…” But his face grew red… and then blue! Moments later, his fat body fell from his chair to collapse on the dirty tile floor. Only seconds later, Miss Kraus entered calmly.

“You kids are on your way to ‘Uncle Albert?’ she asked. I slowly nodded. “You must hurry!” she said as she dug through his desk drawers. She found a stamp and plopped it down on our travel documents. “Here! Your train leaves soon! I have to get out of here too before they find him dead. I’m with the underground. I knew you were coming and I poisoned his coffee!” With that, she reached up and pulled off her wig of homely dark hair to reveal a beautiful blonde coiffeur. “And I must say that you two boys are lucky to have made it this far,” she continued. “Boys with pretty knees like that are bound to draw attention!” Both Joseph and I must have blushed and frowned at the same time. But Miss Kraus prodded us along. “Schnell! Schnell!” she ordered. “Go!”

“Thank you!” was all we could say upon our lives had been spared.

And so we once again fought our way through the crowd for the northbound. As we meandered down the platform toward the last coach, a gust of wind swept through and nearly blew our hats off. But to my fortune, the wind caught Ellie’s dress and lifted it high, exposing her panties for all to see. From the back, you could see her nice round buttocks filling up those tight-fitting underpants. But it was only a quick shot before the gust subsided. I had been so fixated, I had neglected to look around to see if any other young skirt-clad girls had suffered such a fate.

And thus we boarded the train. Once again, we took the last coach, hoping we’d draw little attention to ourselves. However, I had the children swap places again, that I might not have another weird encounter with Joseph! Not that it was bad, but it was just kind of… eeeeeew! And thus Ellie was by my side once again when the train steamed out of the station. And as she had been all along, she rode stone still in the seat beside me without a word. The poor girl was still terrified from our close call with the Gestapo. But as we left Hanover behind, the sky grew dark and a heavy rainstorm pelted the roof of the train. I found this quite comforting, knowing that bad weather meant no Allied bombers would be flying above.

And it wasn’t too long before Ellie’s head fell on my shoulders, manly because she was tired from all the anxiety. I gently attempted to move her head down to my lap, but she subtly resisted. I found this a little disturbing, yet I didn’t want to force her. And so I left her to do what she may. Yet our bare legs rubbed against each other as the train sped noisily down the track. A few minutes later, she leaned against the window with eyes half-open. I just sat there waiting to see what would happen next. But a few moments after that to my surprise and delight, she brought her legs up and placed them right across my thighs! What a turn of fortune. I reached down and rested my hand on a knee, yet waited a few moments before I began to caress that baby-soft skin again. I slowly went back and forth, up and down the length of her leg. And once again, her flesh broke out in goose pimples. ‘Ah, she’s come back for more,’ I thought. Once again, my heart pounded as the idea returned to my head that Ellie would soon be my personal little orgasmic sex toy! I sat there planning in my mind all the things I wanted to do to her! Perhaps some medical play… and I’m sure that little round bottom of hers could use a nice spanking!

But then there was one small problem. She thinks I’m a boy! How will she possibly react when I reveal my true self? Will she be pleased to have an older girl all over her? Or was she hoping for a boyfriend… an older boy? But I was hoping that at her age, she would think that one skilled finger or tongue is as good as another, regardless of gender. Maybe she’d figure that an orgasm is an orgasm, regardless of who gives it to you. But only time would tell. Nevertheless, my hands drew daring close to her crotch as I caressed the bare flesh about her panty line. And as I schemed, I was hoping Joseph would be too busy in his own world to notice what I was doing to his sister’s bare legs!

No such luck! “You’re doing it again!” he suddenly protested.

“Doing what?” I asked embarrassed.

“You’re touching her legs!”

“So?”

“So? Well… what’s this thing you’ve got with legs?”

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked. “She’s got cute legs! Just helping her stay calm for the trip! Besides, I think she likes it. Feels nice and tingly!” I looked down at Ellie who laid still on the seat just staring back and forth as we ‘boys’ argued. “Does that feel nice, Ellie?” I finally dared to ask. But the nervous little nymph only shrugged. “Do you wish I wouldn’t do this?” I asked again as I gently caressed and tickled her kneecap. Once again, she only shrugged. “We’re getting closer, Ellie. You’ve been good and brave on this trip and I’m proud of you!” I said as I patted her leg. “Just stay calm and this trip will be all over.”

But Joseph shook his head in frustration. He nervously swung his legs back and forth with his hands under his thighs. He studied his own bare legs for a few moments, before reaching down to pull his knee socks back up into place, just up to the base of the kneecaps. “I should have scraped my own knees up a little?” he mumbled. “Maybe I’d look more boyish and less sissy-like!”

“You’re one weird kid!” I said. “But either way, there’s no cure for your ‘pretty boy’ looks until you grow up and get hairy… that is IF you ever do!” I said, hoping that’s how boys teased each other.

“Oh stifle!” he snapped back, somewhat irate.

And so the time passed until the train pulled into Hamburg. The bulk of our journey by rail was behind us. Most of the passengers departed the coach, for Hamburg was a major metropolis where most of the action was in these parts in spite of the firestorm that had swept the city from the Allied bombings. And after a brief stop, the train rolled on. We made no stops once out of Hamburg. And once again, another rain shower pelted the roof of the coach as we rolled along noisily down the northbound tracks. I simply rode with my arm around Ellie, hoping to keep her calm and hoping not to upset Joseph. And again, Ellie never protested. She just sat stone still. But finally, she dared to speak. “Rolf, what do we do once we get off the train?” she asked.

“We’re going to a small Luftwaffe airfield,” I whispered, causing Joseph to lean forward to hear as well. “Tomorrow, my Uncle Albert is flying us to England! Ever been on a plane before?”

Ellie shook her head. Joseph once again swung his legs nervously with his hands under his thighs. “I wish we could go by boat or submarine,” he said. “I hate planes!”

Instantly, I reached out to cover his mouth. As noisy as the train was, I didn’t want us to be heard. “Quiet! And what do you mean, you ‘hate’ planes? No boy in his right mind hates planes! Boys love planes! Any boy who doesn’t like planes is crazy!”

“Planes crash… or get shot down… or both!” he protested.

“Only when they try to bomb cities!” I replied. “On the radio, Herr Goebbels says the Luftwaffe has hardly lost any while the Allied planes have fallen like dead flies!”

“Well Herr Goebbels is full of shit!” whispered Joseph in a quick reply.

“Quiet kid! You wanna to get us all killed?”

And so, we all fell silent again. As the train rolled on, I found myself playing with Ellie’s silky soft hair for the rest of the journey as Joseph would nervously swing his legs or squeeze his kneecaps. Poor kid was getting all the more uptight. I guess he truly was afraid of flying. But the train’s arrival in Keil came all the same. “Achtung!” came the voice over the loud speaker. “Now arriving in Keil! All out for Keil!”

“That’s us! Grab your bags! Ellie, hold my hand and don’t let go!” And thus we stepped off the train. And soon we met a stranger in a Luftwaffe uniform who apparently was ‘Uncle Albert’ who stood holding a sign with ‘Rolf’ written on it.

He led us across the street and down an alley to his hidden staff car. And thus we had to ride all the way to the airfield huddled in the floorboard. I wanted to see where we were going, but I dared not poke my head up. After many a sharp turn and bumpy potholes, I finally heard Uncle Albert stop and roll down his window at the guard gate of the airfield. He exchanged a few words with the guard, before being waved through. “Keep down, children,” he said once he had rolled the window back up.

And so we remained crouched together most uncomfortably on the floorboard with elbows and knees jabbed into each other. Finally, the car came to a stop. Uncle Albert got out and opened the back door. “Okay, kids! Rouse! Rouse! Schnell!” he said just above a whisper. We struggled to untangle ourselves from our human ‘ball’ and climbed out of the car. Suddenly, we found ourselves out on the tarmac parked next to an HE-111 twin-engine bomber. The plane had a round greenhouse cockpit up front with a machine gun sticking out of the nose. A ladder leaned against a wing and one of the engine cowls had been removed. “This is my plane!” he declared proudly. “Isn’t she beautiful!”

“Looks like a tin can, Herr Albert,” mumbled Joseph.

“Nein! She’s a beautiful piece of art!” chuckled Uncle Albert. “The perfect place to hide refugees for the night! Before sunrise, we will be off!” And so we climbed up the ladder at the back of the plane and settled in. “Remember, no sound, and no movement!” And thus Uncle Albert slammed the door shut. In the darkness of the cramped quarters, the Eisen kids looked horrified. “Shhhh!” I coaxed them sternly. “You heard him!”

“It’s cold in here!” protested Ellie.

“We’re not dressed for this,” added Joseph. “At least the train was heated!”

“Quiet!” I ordered. And so, I unpacked the blankets from our bags and sat on the floor. “Now gather around and cover up! We’ll stay warm that way. But be careful and don’t shake the plane!” And so the poor kids desperately crawled about until we were huddled on the floor, leaning against the fuselage with blankets wrapped around us. With each other’s body heat, we began to get warm. And thus both the children snuggled close on either side of me as we were wrapped in coats and blankets. Finally, we were warm. But now, I had two pairs of bare legs wrapped around my own, one male and one female… yet both as smooth as anything. As the thunder and lightning flashed about the aircraft and the wind rocked it as it sat on the ground, the kids squeezed me tight with their arms and legs. Eventually, I rested each hand on one of their knees. Slowly, I began to caress those bare legs under the blankets. What the hell! At this point, I figured one smooth leg was as good as another to caress. Besides, no one protested this time. They only whimpered as they sought comfort. I figured I had the opportune time to slip my hand into Ellie’s panties, but I dared not at this point. But my heart raced and my skin broke out into chills knowing that the moment of having her naked in my bed was getting closer! So there I sat in the smelly plane, hands full of bare leg and my hapless cunny dripping its dew in my panties.

But even before anyone of us could get any sleep, the craft suddenly rocked with a loud thump. The Eisen kids gasped, but I gave them another, “Shhh!” Slowly, I stood up from our warm human pile and peeked out of the gunner’s window. There, I saw Uncle Albert out in the darkness with a lantern inspecting the engine, before replacing the engine cover on the left wing. I could then see him walking around the plane, inspecting it on the outside. Then, he appeared on the right side of the craft. “It’s only Uncle Albert,” I whispered.

And so we waited quietly for several more minutes until the door of the plane flew open with a ‘thunk.’ “Okay, change of plans, kids!” declared Uncle Albert. “There’s a storm moving in which makes a perfect cover for an escape! Strap in! We’re going now!”

“Now?” I asked nervously.

“We’re full of fuel and the plane checks out. Now, we’ve got to hurry before our S.S. friends start snooping around!”

And so I took a deep breath. I strapped Ellie into the radio operator’s seat, Joseph into the Naviagor’s seat, and my self way up in the glass nose where the bombardier would crouch. “How are you gonna find England in this storm?” I dared to ask as Uncle Albert adjusted the pilot’s seat.

“I’ll navigate… by memory and the seat of my pants!” assured Uncle Albert. And so a few moments later, the engines of the bomber began to hum into the night. The aircraft rolled quickly and recklessly over the tarmac toward the runway. He never even bothered to turn on his radio. And soon, the mighty engines roared loud as we sped down the runway. With a sudden jerk, we took to the air before the base had much warning of our departure. We climbed quickly in the sky as the interior grew icy cold, chilling me to the bone in my shorts. The g’s pulled on my innards and poor Joseph shrieked like a girl.

“Hold tight, pretty boy!” I cried out as I hung on for dear life myself. But soon, we entered the clouds that had been gathering. Suddenly, a bright flash of lighting lit up the plane like a camera flash-bulb! But we climbed higher until we were above the clouds themselves. It was a rough ride! The craft bucked and pitched all about. I looked back to see the Eisen kids holding on to whatever they could grab with their eyes tightly shut.

“Now I know why I hate planes!” cried Joseph.

“What kid of boy hates planes?!” laughed Uncle Albert as he man-handled the control yoke. “Boys the world over love planes!”

“That’s what I tried to tell him,” I cried out as we rode through the turbulence. “But I’m starting to hate planes myself!”

But after a while, we passed the storm and soared over the pitch black of the North Sea below. Once the ride had grown smooth, I unfastened my belt and stumbled along the floor with a blanket around me, in order to go aft to check on the Eisen kids. They were quite relieved that the bumpy ride was over and now had gone smooth. “I’m hungry,” whined Ellie.

“Me too! We’ll get some food later, but for now, we just have to worry about getting to a safe place,” I said as I patted her on the head.

Joseph then looked at me with curiosity. “You actually enjoy this? You’re braver than I though!”

And so I crouched on the floor between them, with my arms around each of them to calm them during the flight. I did feel bold now. I’m not sure how much I really liked planes, but holding the children close to me made me feel brave.

And fortunately, there were no storms over the east coast of England when the lights came into view on the horizon. Once in range, Uncle Albert turned on his radio and declared his intention to defect. His English sounded good, as if he’d studied it for years. Although I wasn’t that good at any foreign language, I could tell they ordered him to divert to Edinburgh, Scotland. We picked up an RAF escort of Spitfires that flew along side us all the way. And after four hours in the air, the morning sun began to peek over the horizon to the east.

It was twilight when we touched down at an airfield outside Edinburgh. A fleet of RAF military trucks escorted us as we taxied to a hangar. A small army of guards then knocked on the door.

“Welcome to Scotland,” said Uncle Albert as he unfastened himself. “Let’s go!” And he opened the door with a briefcase in hand, yet dropped it once he reached the pavement and threw up his hands. “The papers are in the case,” he said. “I give you my beautiful lady… this HE-111. In return, I ask for asylum.”

Some high-ranking officers then began to ask him a lot of questions. But another truck came up and a woman in a white nursing dress climbed out and made her way straight for us. “Come with me children,” she said in a thick Scotch twang. “You speak English?”

“Ja! Eine klein… I mean… a little!” I replied.

And so she coaxed us into the back of the truck. They drove us to the nearest public clinic. Apparently, they wanted to screen us for various contagious diseases. Once we were inside the clinic, the Eisen children looked at me. I wondered now what fate lie in store for us.

“Will we see each other again?” asked Joseph.

“I… I don’t know,” I mumbled. I looked at Ellie’s cute legs once again. “I sure hope so but… you may not see ‘me’ again… at least… well… I guess we’ll find out!” With that, I patted Joseph on the shoulder. “You’re a good kid, Jo! Strange, but… you’re okay with me! And good luck on finding that girlfriend!”

And with that, they took us to separate rooms. Soon, a young novice nurse came in with her clipboard reading the report. “Rolf!” she said. “My, such a handsome boy! But we need to lose that horrid uniform!”

“Fraulein,” I mumbled. “I not Rolf! Name not Rolf!” I said with an embarrassed grin. “My name Ingrid! Ingrid!” I pointed to myself.

“Ingrid!” queried the nurse in shock! “That’s a girl’s name!”

“Ja! Yes… aye!” I answered embarrassingly.

“Oh?” replied the puzzled nurse. “Ooooh!” she said, once she realized the truth. “Clever mum… and clever daughter! Now off with that nasty uniform!” she said as she began to lubricate a rectal thermometer.

“Oh no!” I cried. How embarrassing… yet how sensual!

An hour later, I found myself rummaging through a box of donated children’s clothing for something now appropriate for a girl. I found many items of various sizes. But, I purposely settled for a tartan plaid skirt that was nearly too small for me. After being a boy, I wanted to look very girlish and pretty as possible. And this skirt was short enough to show a lot of girlish leg! I found a white blouse, white knee socks and a navy blue sweater and some second-hand shoes. Sure they were not the nicest clothes, but they had been donated by caring Brits. I took one look in the mirror. I still hated the way I looked with my scratched knees, but at least they had combed my short hair more feminine and put a barrette with a bow in it. Now, all I needed to do was find Ellie! I had come this far, all the way from Germany to Scotland and I just had to get down between those bare legs of hers!

Finally, I dared to step out of the room into the corridor in my girly-girl clothes. Maybe I wasn’t the prettiest girl in town, but I sure felt sexy walking down the hall in my short little skirt. I rounded the corner to enter a small lounge when I nearly collided with two other children. The girl was almost my height, and she too wore pretty, yet donated clothes. Instantly I noticed just how short her little plaid skirt was. And her hair was very short like mine, except bangs were held in place with a barrette… just like mine. She held a boy next to her in a used sailor-type short pant suit. For an instant, they were strangers. But it hit me all at once! I recognized them! No… it was a mistake of my demented mind… but… yes! I’d seen those legs before! I knew it! Oh my God! That face… that shy grin… those knees! And those kids stared at me with utmost shock as well as they looked me over.

“Joseph?” I mumbled with a dry mouth.

“Rolf?” he… I mean… SHE replied.

“No… I’m uh, Ingrid!” I declared nervously.

“Well… I’m Josephine!” she replied with a beet-red face. “And this is my brother Eli!”

“Eli… Ellie! I uh… uh…” I ran out of words. We all did. Somehow, we had fooled each other as well as the Gestapo. We had all three traveled in drag! And to think I almost stuck my hand down Eli’s panties! Eeeeew! How glad I was now that I didn’t! I would have had a big (well actually, a little) unpleasant surprise! But all in all, my plans for seducing Ellie had crumbled… there was no Ellie.

But twenty minutes later, we found ourselves in a safe house for refugee children. For now, Josephine and I had a small room in the basement with two beds and a small desk and dresser. There was but one window up high at ground level to let some light in, as well as an oil-burning lamp. It wasn’t much, but I was very grateful nonetheless. And thus we sat down on our respective beds, attempting to fathom our escape from the Nazis.

But my eyes once again fell on those gorgeous smooth bare legs of hers. I recalled the embarrassing moment on the train when I had my hands all over her thigh. And once again, my poor desperate little cunny began to throb and ache inside my panties. Josephine looked hot! And I could see her staring at my poor scraped knees! Suddenly, she rose from her bed and plopped down right next to me on mine. Once again, she threw her leg onto my thigh, recreating our odd encounter on the train. She threw her arm around me and leaned close to my ear. “Well… are you just gonna sit there… or are you gonna fuck my brains out!!!” she whispered.

At first, I just froze, taking in all my good fortune and bizarre twist of events. But after a long silence, I turned to face her. Our lips met very gently at first. Slowly, our gentle kiss grew into an intense deep tonguing! But suddenly, I burst. I grabbed her and forced her down on the bed. Desperately, we both reached for each other’s clothes, attempting to undress each other as fast as possible, like a sped-up movie.

“Mmmm! Ohhh!” we both moaned as we kissed and fluttered our arms about. We couldn’t get undressed fast enough! But finally we were both naked. I was on top of her. I began to thrust myself hard against her swollen wet little cunny. I kissed her long and deep as we humped each other clit-to-clit. “Ooooh! Oooh! Oh yeah!” we both moaned as we squeezed each other tight!

“Oh yes! Oh yeeesss! Oh Ingrid! Fuck me hard!” moaned Josephine. “Yes! Yesssss! Make me cum!”

“Damned right!” I whispered back. “I’m gonna fuck you soooo hard!”

“Oooh… oooooh, Ingrid, that feels soooo good! Oh God, I love you!”

“Oh Josephine, you make me sooooo wet! I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you… over and over! And I’m gonna lick your little pussy until you can’t take it…”

And so we talked dirty to each other. Soon, Josephine shrieked out loud as she burst into an earth-shattering orgasm! Moments later, I too exploded. I felt it all the way into my stomach as if someone had punched me. But it was the best one ever! I came all over her! And having not slept in twenty-four hours, we both passed out in each other’s arms. But we knew that once we woke up, we’d be good for many more! Yes, in that run-down little room, we found paradise. We were so in love!

A week had passed in the safe house. Josephine and I had a job as the babysitters for the preschool children. We loved it. We felt so feminine. I guess it would take a while to shake the ‘boyish’ feeling away after our venture in boy’s clothes. And at nights after the kids were in bed, we would make hot love until we couldn’t stay awake. But one fateful morning, the matron entered our room to wake us up. There with her was Uncle Albert. “Rouse! Rouse!” he said. “We need your help!”

“Uncle Albert?”

“Ja! There are thirty more refugee children waiting rescue in Dunkirk!” With that, he produced two Hitler Youth boy uniforms on hangers from behind his back. “Quick, put these on! You two frauleins can help save them!”

“Oh no!” cried Josephine. “Not another train trip across Europe in boy’s clothes!” she protested.

“Who’s going by train! My beautiful lady, the HE-111 is ready for flight!”

“We… have to fly?”

“Ja! Schnell! Schnell! Get dressed! And remember, boys love planes!”

Oh well… here we go again! At least we both discovered that if you sit just right while riding on one of those old bombers, the vibration from the engines feels awesome!

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Well, well, well! Isn’t life full of surprises? Never know what you're going to get, right kiddies! Apparently, our two cross-dressing little heroines ‘made out’ just fine… without an X-box or MTV! Oh… and in case you’re wondering… the Fuhrer blew his brains out less than a year later and that was that! Well, I’ve got to go catch a plane now, kiddies! I want to see for myself if Ingrid is right about that ‘vibration’ thing! Eeeeh-he-he-he!