Where it happened: Farmhouse outside Paris France
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I never knew a site like this existed until just recently. My great grandson showed it to me. I can hardly believe some of the stories appearing here. Mine, I think, is, in some ways unique, although probably not uncommon.
After the Pearl Harbor attack in December, 1941, I decided to enlist in the Army. I was 18 and wanted to serve my country. So, shortly after the first of the year in 1942, I said goodbye to my Father and Mother and younger brother and two sisters and went off to the war. It was hard for a farm boy like me to leave our Iowa farm, but our country was in trouble and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I was drafted.
I ended up in the Infantry — 28th Division. After over two years of terrible fighting in Europe, the war was finally coming toward a conclusion. Paris was liberated in August of 1944 and I was among those who came into that city to the joyous ovations of thousands of French people. They lined the streets to cheer us, and not unexpectedly many of the French girls came out into our ranks and kissed us and flirted with us at will. We did nothing to stop them. We hadn’t seen pretty girls in a long, long time and they were a welcome sight.
In those days, when I was growing up, guys my age knew little or nothing of sex. Even when I went into the Army I had had no steady girlfriend. I think I had two dates with local girls by the time I went away, and one of those dates was to take her bowling and another to see a picture show (movie). I never thought about having sex until I would get married sometime in the future. That isn’t to say we never thought about it. And there were times when I masturbated. But, during the war, there was no time for that. There was nothing but death and destruction, and few of us even had time to think about girls — or even the prospect of getting back home. I do remember seeing a copy of LIFE magazine one time during the war, with avery revealing photo of Rita Hayworth on the cover. She really looked good to all of us, but none of us ever dreamed we’d ever wind up with anything like her.
As we entered Paris, as I say, we saw lots of French girls — pretty one — and many of them threw their arms around us asnd kissed us. After all, we were liberators, and they appreciated it. By this time, I had advanced to the rank of Sergeant, and was driving a jeep as we came into the big city. I had a couple of GIs in my jeep with me, and I was surprised when two French girls actually piled in the jeep with is. Well, I stopped the jeep, and we enjoyed our kissing session with both girls. They spoke some broken English with a French accent, and after a little conversation, one of them asked me if I would care to come to her farm home, outside the city limits quite a few miles. Since I was a farmboy, I thought it would be interesting to see what a French farm looked like. So, I got permission from my Lieutenant, for acouple of days leave, and I took her in my jeep out to the farm where she lived with her Father and Mother and younger brother and sister. I think this girl was a little older than I was, perhaps 22 or 23. Her name was Liilie.
When we arrived, her family welcomed me warmly. They had a modest farm, with a cow and a few chickens and it also contained a small plot where they grew vegatables. They made me feel right at home. Her father poured wne for all of us and we toasted the allied victory several times. Then we had a modest but very delicious chicken dinner, with fresh garden vegatables and baked potatoes. It was a meal such as I had not had in several years. After dinner, Lillie and I walked outside for awhile. After dark, they suggested I take a bath, before retiring for the night. It was a large metal tub, and they brought all kinds of hot water for me. I must admit that their attitude toward bathing was very different than hours, because they all came in this little room and contributed hot water right while I was in the tub, naked as a jay bird. Nobody seemed to care one way or another that this very nude soldier was taking a bath in their house.
I soon found out that their attitude toward sex was much different than ours, because after I was taken to the room that I presumed was to be mine for the night, the father brought Lillie into the room and made it very clear that I could sleep with her that night! Wow! That was something I never expected. Talk about hospitality. And so, after my nice bath, I climbed into bed with just my shorts on (it was quite warm), and it was not long before Lilliwe was out of her clothes — completely — and cuddling next tio me in this rather narrow bed.
Well, to make this rather long story shorter, I had my first sexual expeerience that evening. I don’t think for a moment that it was Lillie’s first time, because she seemed to know exactly what she was doing — and I didn’t. It was not long before she showed me where to put my penis, and with a beautiful body like hers,it didn’t take me long to know what to do. I was inside her in a few minutes, doing what comes very naturally, and I forgot com[pletely about the war, while in her arms, and she taught me everything she knew that night. The feeling in my body was wonderful. I think I had three or four orgasms before we fell asleep.
I was there two nights. The second night was even more wonderful than the first. I had never had fellatio perform on me bedfore, but she was an expert, and to this day, I can still feel those exhilrating sensations. To have my penis in the mouth of this beautiful french girl was magnificent.
Afterr my second day there, I had to return to my company, and we said goodbye, with a parting kiss –a french kiss –which I had never experienced before that time either.
I came back to the States after the War, and after a couple of years, met agirl and got married. We have been happily married now for nearly 60 years. I love my wife dearly, but I have never forgotten those two nights in that French farmhouse with Lillie.
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