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Northern France 1941

Captain Karl Fuchs tugged down the peak of his army cap and strode out of the Town Square building that had recently become German army headquarters in Bussy, Northern France. His heavily armed squad of 16 men had been there now for almost two weeks as part of the occupation of France.

Bussy, in the province of Normandy, was classed as a town, but, to him, it seemed more like a village.

Since he had been here, he had got to meet the Mayor and his wife, the local dignitaries and the priest of the Catholic church. Thank goodness it was a quiet, peaceful place, because, his men and himself could do with an easy time since the battles and constant advances in previous months.

It was bright sunlight, in late afternoon, as he emerged out of the front door and he almost missed the young girl hovering at the entrance. Puzzled, he stopped and retraced his steps for a closer look. He saw that the girl was young and pretty, her eyes lowered submissively to the pavement. She was wearing a purple dress and a black hat with a kind of matching woolly scarf that French women often wore.

“Who are you…what’s your name?” he asked, brusquely.

The girl looked up briefly and he saw that she had beautiful blue eyes.

He barely heard her timid response. “My name is Fifi… Fifi Dubois …Sir.”

Fuchs paused and let that name drift across his brain. “Fifi” what a cock teasing name for a young girl. He was getting a hard on just thinking about it. French women, he mused, my God, they were so…very… sexy. Their names were sexy, the way they dressed was sexy, the way they walked and looked at you was sexy; even the way they lit up a cigarette. He had been in France for some time now and he still hadn’t got used to them.

“Well…what are you waiting here for?” He asked eventually.

“I haven’t been given permission to go yet, Sir.” she bleated. Eyes firmly down once more.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“I’m 22, Sir.” The blue eyes looking up again and meeting his. He gulped. This girl was a stunner.

“Wait here,” he ordered.

He went back inside and asked around. “Who knows anything about the young girl in a purple dress waiting outside?”

He got a quick answer from one of his staff. “She was in a group we rounded up near the market, Sir “They were passing leaflets around, Anti-German. You know the sort.”

He did indeed. Poorly printed, lacking in proper grammar. The morons couldn’t even get their own language right.

“Was she involved?”

“Nah, she just got caught up in the net that’s all.”

“So she can go?”

“Go? As far as we are concerned she could have gone half an hour ago. Everyone else has. I don’t know what she’s still there for. Jesus, have we got to hold their hands now?”

Fuchs stared at him disapprovingly.

“Sorry Sir, no disrespect.”

Fuchs sighed. Another groupie hanging around the occupying force. He’d seen it so often before, as the German army marched across Europe. Girls who were fascinated by men in uniform, especially, those worn by conquering soldiers from another country who were in control and subjecting them to military rule.

He was about to dismiss her, when a thought filled his head. He was a 34 year old army officer, married with a wife and young son in Germany, but, who had not had sex for God knows how long; nearly a year he reckoned. Hell, he hadn’t even laid eyes on his wife in that time. Maybe, he would never see her again. Who knew? These were wartime conditions and he could end up in Poland, Russia, anywhere. Anywhere his army superiors told him to go.

Being faithful to a faraway wife had, in fact, been so very hard, when all around him fellow soldiers were taking advantage of the plentiful supply of French pussy that was constantly available. It was time he had some himself.

So, going back outside, he ushered the girl her back into the building. As he walked her past the reception desk, the men turned to each other and gave a knowing grin. Finally, the iron hard Captain was showing something of a human side.

He watched her walk slowly in front of him, up the stairs; the erotic smell of her perfume, that gently swaying ass. She was so French, so fucking seductive…wow! He found himself wondering what her mother was like. Also, did she have any sisters?

“In here” he growled, when they reached the door to his office.

He was used to interrogations and well-practised in the art of obtaining information and confessions from enemies of the German Reich. Questioning this young woman would be child’s play.

“What is your family situation?” He asked. “Where do you live?”

He soon established that she had a mother of 41 and a younger sister of 19. The girl had a family photograph in her purse and asked permission to show it.

Fuchs found himself looking at 3 women, all very attractive. And not a man in sight. Her father and uncles were presently held in a p.o.w. camp and her grandfather had passed away two years ago.

He concentrated on the faces of canlı bahis each female in turn as he examined the photograph, wondering what they were like. Did they hate Germans? Very likely, he thought, because, in his experience, that was usually the case. Although more and more he was hearing of sexual collaborations between French women and German soldiers, “horizontal collaboration” it was called.

He looked at the photograph once more, very nice. This was a family he must get to know, starting with this delectable young female that was with him in this room.

“Have you been passing around leaflets?” He asked, sternly.

“No Sir,” she answered quickly. “I don’t mind the German soldiers being here.”

No, I bet you don’t, he thought.

“I think I’d better search you, just in case,” he said. “Stand up and take your clothes off.”

There was a small chance that the girl would refuse, but, something told him that she was all too eager to get out of her clothes and show off her body. He was proved right, when she started to her peel off her purple dress.

“Everything?” she enquired, standing now only in stockings with suspender belt, black panties and bra.

He nodded in confirmation.

The girl was brazenly smirking, as she put her hand behind her back and unclipped her brassiere. Immediately, a pair of big breasts tumbled free. Fuchs was fascinated by them and felt his throat go dry. Her nipples were prominent and stiff.

Without hesitation, she eased down her panties, stepped out of them and stood proudly before him. Still in high heels. So much more tempting…she knew that, of course.

He beckoned her forward for a closer and more detailed inspection.

Instinctively, he just knew that this pretty young French girl would do anything he wanted. Anything!

He fingered her pussy first, as she stood submissively before him, hands behind her back, unflinching. She was moist and at such close quarters, he could smell her sex. Then he knelt down to kiss and fondle her smooth bare thighs, waist and ass. Taking his time and enjoying the feel of her.. there was no rush. So much beauty, so much female flesh, temptingly displayed, just for him.

She just stood there looking down at him, not a spark of resistance anywhere…

That’s when he started to kiss her, the open mouthed so called French style. Their tongues met and thrilled each other. God, she was something…

Then he made her bend over his desk and spread her lovely legs wide, while he took out his stiff erection and fed it slowly into her vagina. She was wet and so ready for intercourse. It was what the bitch had been waiting around for. To be fucked by a German soldier. Well he would give it to her alright. Give her a right good fucking.

He groaned with pleasure as he started to fuck, his cock penetrating deep inside her pussy. He fucked slowly at first then with an increasing vigour. Jesus, it felt good. Pure bliss for a soldier so far from home, deprived of such sexual pleasures. Then, piston like shagging soon followed, as the girl pushed back at him, relishing his conquest. In no time they had a smooth rhythm to their fuck.

She was in seventh heaven, a fantasy realised as the German officer went on fucking her, doggy style; because, just about every night for weeks now she had masturbated to the thought of a German soldier dominating her and fucking her, just like this. Why she had this obsession she didn’t know. She had a fiancé, they had been engaged for nearly two years, but, ever since the German conquerors had come to her town, she hadn’t been able to think of anything else.

More fucking and she could sense something coming …an unstoppable peak of pleasure “oh yes…YES,” she groaned.

The men heard her cry of climax downstairs and chuckled. “Looks like the Captain nailed her good and proper,” said Corporal Hans as he shuffled some papers. Then he thought of his own assignation with a married piece later that evening.

In fact, the entire squad of men had been pleasantly surprised at how docile and submissive the town had been since their arrival. Not a shot fired so far. Obviously, the entire population had been shocked as to how quickly their army and nation had surrendered.

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Prior to their arrival here, the Germany Army had swept into France in May,1940 and using blitzkrieg tactics, had taken only 6 weeks to secure victory over the French. It was the speed of the German attack with panzer tanks and the brutality of air raids that had forced the French to surrender. They had been overwhelmed.

Fuchs had made the rank of Captain, three months before his unit had been allocated the task of securing the small, but, strategically important French town.

What had pleased Hans and the rank and file soldiers had been the encouraging welcome they had received from the female population. Yes a small minority had been openly hostile, but, the remaining majority had either been submissively docile or surprisingly friendly. After being in action and traveling so far, their main thinking process bahis siteleri was centred on one thing and one thing only. Sex, sex, sex.

And in this small town of Bussy the signs were good that plenty of French pussy would be available for them.

“Maybe, that is our real mission here,” observed Herman, “to satisfy the needs of local women. After all, there’s not many of their men around. Have you seen any?”

“Some of them were killed trying to stop us, don’t forget and many more are languishing in P.O.W camps,” said Hans.

“Better for us then,” replied Herman. “More chance of getting our ends away.”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s one way of looking at it,” said Hans.

Afterwards, Fuchs led the young woman outside to his car. He thought he should take her home. It was the least he should do given that he had just shagged her silly in his own office. He had watched her dress and spend a short time in his toilet before he was able to escort her downstairs and out of the building. But, he was not finished with the young beauty yet. Not by a long way.

He drove out the town to open fields and parked his car under some trees near a river. Then he led her down to a quiet spot, sheltered by the sun and made her strip off for him again. This she willingly did, giggling with excitement as she did so. Then, he was off again, exploring her exquisite young body and taking his time fondling and kissing every part of her. Then when he became aware of his cock getting hard again, he got on top and started to fuck her again.

He forgot about time as the sun made its way lazily across the sky. He knew he should be working back in his office, supervising operations, taking calls from the Regiments central control, leading his men in their allocated duties, but, he felt he was owed this brief interlude with this gorgeous young French girl, using her shapely body, fucking her for all he was worth. He was taking the afternoon off that was all…

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Later, he drew up alongside Fifi’s elegant house. There’s money here, he thought, looking at the barn and stables which adjoined the property. Then, feeling guilty, he nearly drove off straightaway after his passenger had alighted onto the gravel driveway. But a lady had emerged, who he assumed was her mother, and, being well brought up himself, he stepped out of the driving seat and clicked his heels in salutation. A lady like her deserved respect. She, was a mature woman, but, like her daughter, was beautiful.

His French was fairly good, so he immediately explained that her daughter had been mistakenly detained along with others suspected of distributing banned leaflets. He was making amends by driving her home.

Fifi’s mother was obviously relieved. She must have been worried as to why her daughter had been so late getting home. She invited Fuchs in for a drink and he politely accepted the invitation.

It was all very stiff and proper after he formally introduced himself. He suspected that no foreign soldiers had ever been over their threshold, yet here he was in full army uniform talking pleasantly about the weather and the price of good wine.

After that, the icy atmosphere in the room, caused by his presence, thawed somewhat, and, Fifi’s mother responded by holding out her hand and telling him that her name was Suzanne. Apparently, she had been born in Bussy and had lived there all her life.

She became slightly embarrassed when she told him that her husband was currently been held as a P.O.W. somewhere near the Belgium border. “Ah,” said Fuchs, “I know where that is. And, actually, I know the commandant there quite well. He is a family friend. Maybe, I could mention your husband to him and he could see that he is treated well” Suzanne’s face lit up at this unexpected offer. She eagerly took him up on this by writing down full details. Fuchs, carefully folded the paper and inserted into his wallet.

The mother, Suzanne had good legs and a fine figure, he could tell this as he watched her walk, nervously, in and out of the room. He knew from earlier that she was 41 and a fine female specimen she was for a woman of that age.

It was then that the younger sister Annette appeared, to momentarily divert his attention. She was wearing a blue one piece swimsuit and eating an apple. The girl was wide eyed and full of wonder at the sight of him sitting in her family’s lounge. “I’m Karl” he smiled, standing up and offering his hand. As she came nearer to take it, her mother closed behind her, “Go and put something on, girl,” she hissed. But, Annette, fresh from her swim, hadn’t finished showing her delightfully shaped body to the Captain.

He suddenly felt hot under the collar. She was different to her dark haired sister, being auburn haired with grey eyes. But, like her sister, she had a good figure and a pair of tanned shapely legs that made his pulse quicken. She made sure he got a good look at them and her young pert ass before departing the room. “Goodbye, Karl” she whispered seductively as she left him sitting there.

“You must excuse my cheeky bahis şirketleri daughter, apologised the mother.” But Fuchs just smiled diplomatically.

He stood up. “Well, I must be going now, duty calls. But, it’s been a honour and privilege to meet you all,” he said.

Fifi came across to meet him on the porch. “Anytime you want me, I’m yours,” she breathed. It was then that Fuchs noticed the engagement ring on her finger. Not missing a beat, he bowed and turned away, ready to walk to his car accompanied by the mother.

They walked up the drive and as they stopped at the car, Fuchs noticed she had unfasted two buttons on her white lace blouse. “It’s been so nice to meet you” she said politely, “and anything you can do for my husband would be appreciated.” That’s when she bent forward for the handshake and let him look down her front. Fuchs gasped as he saw a magnificent pair of breasts. “Like I say” she said, as his eyes stopped looking and lifted up to meet hers, “It would be very much appreciated.”

Fuchs got the message. Her tits would be his if he followed through on his promise to help her husband.

As Fuchs drove away, he thought about those tits and imagined holding and caressing them, even getting his cock in between and cumming all over them. The bit about knowing the Commandant was pure invention, of course, he didn’t have a clue as to where that camp was. And he didn’t care. But, it had sounded plausible and it could lead to something special. Then he smiled, as he also thought about the youngest daughter Annette and those legs of hers. Maybe, he could get to fuck her too.

“My cup runneth over” he whispered to himself.

He would be back. There was no doubt about that.

As he drove back to the main square, he called in to check on his men stationed at a nearby vacant boys school. It had closed on the outbreak of war and the boys had gone back to live with their parents. The facilities were first class and there were lots of bedrooms and public rooms. There was also a small swimming pool out back. It was nigh on perfect for their purposes.

He was met by one of the senior soldiers at the entrance. “Is everything alright here, Herman?” he asked. “Oh, yes sir, came the reply, “we are all very comfortable housed here. We’ve done a lot worse in other places as you know?”

“And yourself Sir? You are comfortably placed?”

“Oh yes, thank you Herman,” said Fucks. He had decided to live in a boarding house not far from their HQ along with Hans, his corporal and Jürgen the communications technician. There, he was more centrally placed near to the Town square and public buildings. The Landlady Madame Dupont – was friendly enough and looked after them well. They were her only guests.

“Yes, anyway, let’s hope we have a long spell here.” he added, as he strode back outside,

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It was almost dusk, when Hans made his way down to the river. He was there to rendezvous with Madame Lefeure who lived in a small farmhouse at the end of a minor road. He had been there before and knew the way. His instructions were always the same. To meet her in a barn at the edge of the property away from the main house. She did not want her mother-in-law to know she was having an affair with a German soldier.

“She would go berserk if she found out” she had told Hans. “She would make my life a misery.”

But, for Estelle, the risk was worth taking. The excitement, the sex, the forbidden lust, was too tempting; and she couldn’t resist.

That was why she was sneaking out of the house at 11.00 p.m. and making her way across the yard to the barn. She knew Hans would be there, he always was. Her heart was beating fast as she lifted her skirt and ran. She couldn’t wait to see him again.

Then she saw the glow of his lighted cigarette and was in his arms. They kissed passionately for a while before making their way into the barn and their makeshift bed of hay. She lit an oil lamp and he lay back and smoked while she undressed for him.

She was 28 and married to a Frenchman, who 9 months ago had gone to defend his homeland and had not been heard of since. Whether he was dead or a P.O.W no one knew. All they could do was wait, an uneasy hiatus between wife and mother-in-law, as the latter watched her like a hawk for any kind of naughty activity.

Hans feasted his eyes on the lovely naked body being revealed to him once more. Oh, how he loved fucking married women. The chase, the seduction, the danger, it was always well worth it. The ones he lusted after always seemed to be married to someone else. But then, fucking someone else’s wife, was always so delightful.

This red-headed one was a beauty, alright and he couldn’t wait to have sex with her again.

They rolled onto the hay and started kissing. Hans was experienced enough to take his time; kissing and fondling, feeling and fingering and taking his sweet time about it. That was his formula to keeping them happy. And, in the meantime, she was in seventh heaven. Then the fucking started as he firmly took charge. He knew she liked it rough, so he rammed his stiff erection into her pussy and gave it to her, good and hard. By this time, her head was threshing from side to side and she was gasping and moaning every time his cock pistoned into her vagina.

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