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[BellaMiles]

"The American Soldier"

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The War was over.

At least, it was here in this valley. And that was all that mattered to Bella and Maria. They had survived the war relatively unscathed, seeing and suffering little of the horrors that many of their countrymen had. Neither had lost a member of their house to the violence, as so many had; neither had been abused by the troops of either side, as so many females had. They were likely two of the luckiest young women in all of Europe, partly because they had lived through it but more importantly because they had lived through it together.

And yet life was incomplete for the pair as neither Bella nor Maria had yet found love. The girls who ages were almost 19 and barely 18 respectively, had found love with the other, as many young women their ages did prior to finding it with a man. That, of course, was a secret they'd promised to always keep to themselves.

At least, until today.

The two had slipped away from their homes and away from their chores. It was too beautiful a day to be stuck inside washing dishes or even be outside weeding the fields of sunflowers their fathers had planted together. Bella and Maria had wanted to be alone together, as they did as often as possible. Out here away from the village and the prying eyes of those who either could not understand their needs or would not approve of them either was the only place where the pair could find happiness ... again, together.

They knew it was wrong what they did with each other when they were alone together. They didn't care. It made them happy, and for now, it was the only substitute for what was missing from their lives: a good man. There was not a single, appropriate man for either of them in their little community of less than 100.

The pair had paused their ride at an artesian well to quench their thirst, when Bella caught sight of something that made her heart leap, first in fear, then in joy. It was a man. Is was a soldier man. It was an American soldier man. There had been other American soldier men in the village before this. Their convoys had passed between the two rows of homes flanking the dirt road between major, most destroyed cities. But this was the first time Bella had seen one on his feet, up close, and without another hundred or more of his American soldier men cohort accompanying him.

She saw him long before he saw her, descending another dirt road that met the one on which the two girls were paused. He was heading directly for them, head down as he referred to a map he held between his two outstretched hands.

Bella leaned her bicycle against a pole and hurried playfully over to stand with Maria, who had already mounted her bicycle, thinking they were about to return to their ride. Bella continued to watch the unsuspecting uniformed man as he plodded her and her friend's way, oblivious to anything but the colors and shapes on the paper before him.

When he finally looked up, he came to a sudden, almost sliding stop at the sight of Bella and Maria. He stared at them for the longest time, and Bella stared back, her lips spreading slowly into a devilish smirk. She, like the American, had taken note of how Maria's young, firm buttocks had become exposed when her posture had pulled up her dress.

A good girl would have reached out and pulled her best friend's dress down to hide her womanly features from a male stranger. Bella was a good girl, or so her mother always told her. And yet, hiding her friend and playmate's buttocks is not at all what she did. Bella could see the effect on the American of the young, smooth, bared curves of her friend's body. And, just as touching that ass herself brought her joy, Bella wished them to cause the stranger joy as well.

She stepped up closer to Maria -- who was chattering on about some subject of no interest to Bella -- and reached a hand out, placing it softly upon the slightly younger girl's bared skin. Maria flinched, giggled, and asked with surprise, "Qu'est-ce que vous faites?"

"What am I doing?" Bella repeated her friend's question, using her heavily accented English, which she presumed was the American's first language. "I am caressing your beautiful butt."

Maria -- whose face was away from the American -- laughed and continued her inquiry, "Et pourquoi tu me cares les fesses?"

"Why? Why am I caressing your buttocks?" Bella again repeated, presuming the soldier was unlikely to speak her and her friend's language. "Because it is a beautiful butt, and I love it. I love touching it. Anyone would love touching it..."

And with that, Bella looked up the slight rise to the American -- who by the time he'd slid to a stop was only 30 feet away -- and asked in his direction, "Would not anyone love to touch this beautiful butt?"

Maria, still unaware of the nearby man giggled and slapped away her friend's hand. But when Bella again made contact with the slowly caressing hand, the younger girl did not stop the intimate gesture a second time. Instead, Maria leaned in closer to her friend -- coincidentally exposing more of her back end -- and whispered sweetly to her. Then, the girls' mouths were together in a soft but erotic kiss. Most of the sweet moment was hidden from the American's view by Maria's thick head of hair and straw hat. But near the end, Bella tilted her head to the right, enabling her to look to the eyes of the soldier as he was watching the soft, loving meeting of lips and tongues.

The kiss ended, and Maria rambled on for a moment before lifting one foot to a pedal, pressing down, and slowly but surely moving the bicycle forward down the dirt road. Bella remained in place, though, staring at the American as she bit a lip nervously and toyed her fingers upon the waist of her dress. After a long moment, she looked to her escaping friend, then returned to the artesian well's outlet to retrieve her own bicycle. Pulling her dress up high and exposing a good portion of one long, luscious leg, she threw said leg over the bicycle's cross bar and put a foot to a pedal.

But she didn't immediately pedal away. Instead, she looked up the side road to the man and asked, "You speak English, oui?"

When he responded positively, Bella looked in Maria's direction again, then back to the American. She pointed down the road and said, "In the village. Third house on the--"

She paused, remembering that one home had been damaged and later demolished. She held up two fingers, continuing, "Second, two ... two house on right, with fountain. In back, goat barn. In barn..."

Bella hesitated, then reached a hand down to the knee in the American's view. She took hold of her dress and slowly pulled it upwards; her hand stopped at her waist, the result of which was the exposure of her leg to midthigh. She smiled wide, giggled, released the dress, and said, "No let my papa see you, oui?"

And with a push on the pedal, she like her friend pedaled off out of view.

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The exact location of our story is irrelevant. Don't get hung up on this detail.

The non-English dialogue is direct from Google Translate and may very well be incorrect. Again, don't get hung up this. The context and subsequent English translations will be sufficient for you to understand and enjoy the story.

Sit back, read, and -- presuming my writing partner and I do this right -- don't let someone catch you while you're touching yourself at the really good parts.

 

[Homerun2611]

It shouldn't have been a surprise, it really shouldn't have. Yet it was! May 8th, VE Day! It was over and it was a time to celebrate. Richard, "Ricky", Kardell a mere 20 years old, was a corporal in the US 12th Army Group under the direction of General Omar Bradley. Ricky's last military encounter had ended nearly two weeks earlier. Since his very first days, he had been given a role in General Bradley's personal protective detail. Ricky was a farm kid, born and raised in Bettendorf Iowa, population barely over 3,000. Ever since Rick could remember could take out a stag's eye from 300 yards with a rifle, a skill highly valued in the US Army.

Having graduated high school in the Spring of 1943, he had entered Officer's Candidate School, but with the war needing soldiers immediately and Ricky's early demonstration of uncommon marksmanship, he was promoted to the rank of Corporal and sent over to work in the General's service. He had one simple order that carried him through the rest of the war. If someone tries to shoot the General, you shoot them! He hadn't known how lucky he was to get that job, as in his entire time he had only had to fire his gun less than ten times, and each time he had been successful, much to the General's appreciation.

That morning, the General's attache jostled his shoulder waking him in his bunk. "It's over Ricky, all over, we can go home!" Again, he should have expected it, but it still hit him like a hard right cross to the jaw. "Home?" Home meant Bettendorf, college at the University of Iowa, his father wanted him to be an engineer, Ricky wanted to be the next Hemingway. That wasn't the worst though, the worst was Mary Kay!

Ricky and Mary Kay had been high school sweethearts, Ricky was a varsity swimmer, six foot and 185 pounds of lean muscle, sculpted pecs and six pack abs. Even the mothers sat up in their chairs when Ricky pulled himself out of the water at the community pool. Not to mention that given the speedo's he wore in competition, it was not hard to imagine that the boy was 100% red blooded man.

Mary Kay was a good Catholic girl, and if Billy Joel was singing about anyone in only the good die young, it was Mary Kay. She was a lifeguard at the pool, and she drew all the same admiring glances from the fathers up in her chair, or as she walked the platform, that Ricky did from their wives! For their last two years of high school nearly every weekend they would find a place to go and make-out with every night ending the same, "Ricky I ...I can't..." Blue balled he would go home and achieve the release he needed.

Still he loved her. Iowa, due to waiting until after harvest to start school, does not graduate until mid June. With Ricky heading off to basic training the first of July, prom night was finally the night Ricky was given her virginity. The first time was awkard and uncomfortable for both. But now with the seal broken, they spent the next week finding their groove. They were two beautiful and athletic people and Ricky, given his swimming talent allowed him to hold his breath for unconscionably long durations, was very good at satisfying all of Mary Kay's needs, she reciprocated.

Ricky had gone to war anxious for the day, he would come home, and marry his sweetheart. However, their week of passion had been a bit too successful, and the day Ricky landed in Europe he received the letter that his love was pregnant. She had no choice, she would marry his former friend, a rich cattle farmer's son who had been given dispensation not to serve. Her parents would not let her be ruined, and abortion was out of the question. It was not intended as a Dear John letter but it had the same effect.

Since then, the army had removed almost all opportunities for sex. The sole exception was a week on furlow in Paris. It was there he had enjoyed the talents of a few, extremely talented French whores. One stood out, he met Jeanette, in a bar in the Quartier Pigalle, the inframous red light district of Paris. She had been an experience he would never forget, demonstrating the near perfect correlation between a woman who could tie a knot in a cherry stem with her tongue and servicing a young soldier's needy cock.

The week had been a revelation, an education, and the sexual highlight of his young life. He had vowed to himself to return if given the chance, Jeanette's address saved carefully in his wallet. So, awoken with the prospect of going home, he thought about the near $1,000 he had saved, a near fortune at that point in time, and he decided, Bettendorf could wait! He had to see Paris one last time, for who knew when or even if he might return!

He had drunk well into the night with everyone the night of the 8th, but when morning came, rather than heading north to Brussels, with two cantines filled with water, a deerskin filled with wine, three Hersey bars, a small cask of cheese and crackers, his knife, his rifle, two packs of cigarettes, a bedroll and an old map, he had headed south. The first day he had made it to the French border and now late morning of the second day, the drinking of the celebration and far too little water had him near delirium as he crested the hill, somewhat disoriented, and stopped dead in his tracks at the vision before him.

There they were, two visions from his most erotic of dreams. The first thing he saw was the perfect, rounded bottom of the girl straddling the bike. He didn't move, he swallowed, and blinked twice, surely it was a hallucination. But it was so vivid. It was a lovely spring morning in the French countryside, 65 perhaps 70 degrees. Yet in that moment, heat began to fire from his every cell, as he felt perspiration on his lip, and trickling down his back. His eyes were transfixed, and he felt a throbbing and ache in his young cock that seemed to have completely drained his blood supply.

Yet, it only got better. He watched the hand of the other, equally beautiful girl, the one seemingly staring at him, a most responsive and inviting mirage! She cupped the girls ass, he licked his lips, and watched her playfully be swatted away. They started talking, as his fantasy was apparently multi sensory.

"Et pourquoi tu me cares les fesses?"

He did not understand the question, his French vocabulary was twenty or twenty five words at best. No he did not understand the question, but he certainly understood the answer!

"Why? Why am I caressing your buttocks?" Bella again repeated, presuming the soldier was unlikely to speak her and her friend's language. "Because it is a beautiful butt, and I love it. I love touching it. Anyone would love touching it..."

Ricky could only stand there, numbly, dumbly nodding...he could not agree more. Then the vision, the more clothed, the one delighting in enjoying her friend's firm, glorious bottom addressed him directly.

"Would not anyone love to touch this beautiful butt?"

That was his cue, and although still questioning if this moment of perfection could possibly be real, he knew it would be rude not to respond. The phrasing was confusing, and he stumbled in his response. "No...not anyone...um...y...yes...anyone...I...no one would not want want to enjoy such a beautiful butt!" He wanted to move forward but was afraid the so life like apparition would dissolve into the dusty dirt road.

Suddenly the girl on the bike leaned in, and the girls exchanged the most erotic and sensual kiss he had ever witnessed. Remember, he was from Iowa. He could barely wait to see what might happen next, how they might proceed, but rather than slowly undressing, embracing and caressing, the girl on the bike began peddling down the road. "Nooo..." he whispered, to no one but himself. But then, it became clear the other girl was not yet following her "friend"! She was speaking to him, albeit from afar.

"You speak English, oui?" He smiled, "Oui...uhm...yes, I do!" He could not disguise his enthusiasm. Luckily, oui was one of his 25 words. Ricky's eyes followed her gesture, craning his neck to see what she was trying to show him, "In the village. Third house on the--" He shook his head not sure of what she was saying, but trying desperately to follow.

She held up two fingers, continuing, "Second, two ... two house on right, with fountain. In back, goat barn. In barn..." She was giving him directions, he nodded even though he was not sure he knew exactly what she meant, something about a barn two houses on the right. He wanted to make sure, was she asking him to join her....Oh God, let that be the case!

She lifted her foot to the pedal, and his eyes watched the revealing of her young, incredible flesh...how did they grow girls like this...what the hell was wrong with Iowa! But then she dropped the mic....raising her dress to mid, absolutely perfect thigh, and giving him a giggle that he would have crawled through fire to hear more of, "No let my papa see you, oui?"

JESUS! If she was contemplating something, anything with him she didn't want her papa to see...there was not a question that he wanted to partake, jump in both feet, not a moment's hesitation. Even if they were planning to rob and kill him, it was still a better alternative to Bettendorf, and a chance worth taking. "Oui!!! Yess!!!!" He tried to yell, but she was probably already out of ear shot.

He went to the fountain and took a long drink. Ricky tossed water on his face, and tried to clean the perspiration away. it was far from perfect, but it was better. Down the street he walked, quietly trying to stay in shadows, suddenly paranoid of capturing Papa's notice. He was pretty sure he had found the right place, it was an old barn, weathered, and only a single bar which he easily lifted keeping the door in place.

He was walking from sunlight into what initially seemed like total darkness, as his eyes adjusted he would find the light through the cracks in the wood and the single window was more than enough light, but for the moment he was blinded. "Hello..." he queried...."It is me...Ricky...the soldier...the one by the fountain..." And then his mouth opened in surprise at what he saw....

 

[BellaMiles]

The two French girls were in the hay loft when the American soldier opened the door of the barn. They were laying on a blanket spread out over loose straw, wrapped in each other's arms and legs so tightly that it was hard to tell which arms belonged to whom. They were naked.

Maria was the first to show she'd heard the creaking door, lifting her head and looking toward the edge of the loft's landing. Bella had detected the sound, too, but unlike her lover, she'd been expecting the visitor. As Maria continued to whisper in panic that someone was there, Bella only held the girl to her and nibbled playfully at her neck.

"Hello..." the soldier called out.

Maria struggled to free herself from the bear hug of her friend, who by now was beginning to giggle.

"It is me...Ricky...the soldier...the one by the fountain..."

Maria finally managed to pull away from Bella to look into her eyes, and in an instant she knew her friend had something to do with whatever the hell it was that was happening. Bella knew she was busted and rolled away from Maria, quickly snatching up both pairs of panties and throwing them over the loft's railing.

The younger French beauty's eyes and mouth widened as far as humanly possible. As she scrambled to snatch up her dress before it too flew away in the air, Maria cried out, "Mon dieu!"

But by now, Bella had seemingly forgotten the lovely, naked girl scrambling to dress and had her attention instead on the young man below them. She stuck her head out between the railing's upper and lower crossbeams such that the latter one was hiding her bosom. She squealed in delight seeing that she'd perfectly launched the underwear: one was atop the man's uniform cap while the other was on his outstretched arm, hanging there before him as if it were a poisonous spider and he feared touching it.

"American soldier!" she called down to him as if that were his name and not simply her description of him. When he looked up, Bella smiled widely and waved a hand. "Donnez-nous une minute ... um ... give us a minute. We will, down ... down there ... you wait, S'il vous plaît."

She pulled back out of his view quickly, though, probably not so quickly that he didn't get a quick glimpse of her firm, B-cup sized breasts and their chill- and excitement-swollen nipples. But then she was back at the railing again, calling down, "Quel est votre nom? Um ... what is your name?"

She waited for him to answer, then repeated her not-fast-enough departure from his sight. She found and began donning her dress, skipping applying her bra to her womanly shape, just as Maria had before her. She found her friend standing far back in the loft, as far as possible without sinking into the loosely stored straw. Once again in her dress, Bella moved to the other girl, taking her hands.

"It's okay, come with me," she pleaded in their native language, promising, "It is safe. He is an American soldier. One of the Liberators. He's not here to hurt us."

"You knew he was coming," Maria asked in dismay. "This American. You knew. How did you know?"

"I'll explain it later, but right now you need to come down with--"

"No!" Maria growled, her eyes beginning to glaze over at the realization that her friend had betrayed her by keeping secret this American's imminent arrival. "No, I'm not going with you. Make him leave. How do you know him? Tell me."

Bella knew it was going to be hard for Maria, but she told her about what had happened behind her back at the artesian well. Maria's dismay only grew. She whispered in shock, "He saw me kiss you. He saw ... he saw you touch ... touch me."

Unsure of whether or not she should say it, Bella took a chance, smiled, and whispered back, "He enjoyed it."

After the two simply stared at one another a moment, Bella added, "He wants to be with us."

It was apparent Maria didn't immediately understand her meaning, so Bella clarified, "He wants to make love to us."

"How can you know this?" Maria challenged, her dismay only deepening.

That made Bella laugh. "Because we are beautiful French girls, and he is an American soldier."

The older girl pulled the younger one to her and whispered assurances that they were okay, then pulled back had -- their hands clenching -- began leading Maria toward the edge of the loft. When they got near the rail, Bella looked down to find the man looking up at them.

"We will come down now," Bella repeated in English, immediately whispering to Maria again that everything was okay. Again she said, "We come down now."

She went to the ladder and started downward. She wasn't too concerned about having no panties on because of the angle of the man's view. He would get a nice peek at her bare legs, of course, but her womanhood wouldn't be a matter of concern for Bella.

When she got to the bottom and looked upward, though, she couldn't help but giggle and look back at the man. From where she was directly below, Bella had a clear view of her lover's crotch, with only the low lighting hiding most of what Maria's panties usually covered.

Bella hurried over to the soldier and snatched back the panties, backing away with the broadest smile she'd ever worn. When the other girl reached the ground, she moved up to hide behind the older girl, snatching her pair of panties and quickly slipping them past her bare feet and up her sleek legs.

"I am Bella," the elder beauty said. She indicated her friend with a tilt of her head, saying, "This is Maria."

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky had opened the door, full of enthusiasm, only to find nothing, no one, zip! For the briefest of moments, Ricky feared he had been played the fool. After all, it really was too good to be true. A random boy coming across two gorgeous, young, scantily clad, and overtly affection French girls, yeah right? He chuckled to himself, his body was almost trembling in pent up desire, but it was kind of funny, him thinking they had invited him back here to have incredible sex! He sighed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness inside, and was about to turn around when he heard them, or possibly did, it was just the softest giggle, but hope was suddenly resurgent! He stopped still and listened for more.

Someone was speaking, definitely a young girl's voice, but not the one he had spoken to, or at least he didn't think so? She was speaking French. It was just a few words and then he heard rustling. "Hello!" Again, he called out. If he was asking for some sort of sign, he received it, as two pairs of tiny panties, perfectly sized to fit the firm and perfect young bottoms of the girls he had seen at the fountain, rained down on him. "If this was an invitation, is answer was "YES!" One pair landed on his cap, and he didn't even realize it, as he had put out his hand and watched as the other pair floated down and landed on his arm.

There is almost nothing that stirs the fire in a young man's soul than a young woman's panties, and within minutes of having met them, he had received this most compelling offering. His mind whirred, was this intentional or a mistake? Had these just been removed from covering their most intimate of body parts? Would they smell of them? Such heady questions for a man who had not touched, not even a kiss, a woman in many months. How he longed to grab them and smell them, inhale the bouquet of a young woman's musk...he might cum from the endorphins alone!

He heard a squeal and then the voice he thought he recognized, "American soldier!"

When he looked up, the girl from the bike, the one whose invitation had brought him here, smiled widely and waved a hand. "Donnez-nous une minute ... um ... give us a minute. We will, down ... down there ... you wait, S'il vous plaît."

"S'il vous plaît" now that he knew, please! He smiled up, as, even positioned as she was, it was clear she was either semi or completely naked, and she had said we, so the girl with the ass that could have launched a thousand ships, was with her. "Sure...No problem...." He felt his mouth go a bit dry, and his cock pound in his pants, this might be happening?!?! He kept his eyes glued, and thank God he did for as she pulled away, his most obscene desires were realized, right down to her perfect pert breasts and rock hard nipples.

Ricky's feet could have been on fire or worse, nothing could steal his eyes away from where she had signaled him. She was almost immediately back, bouncing with an energy that would portend the quality of the sexual decathalon that awaited them. "Quel est votre nom? Um ... what is your name?" His eyes were absolutely dancing with desire and anticipation as he looked back at her, "Ricky, Ricky Kardell...I am American...a corporal in the Army...or I was...I'm not sure what I am now?" It was an honest answer, but ushered in nervousness, unsure of where this was going but oh so motivated for the journey. "And you?"

He did not get an immediate response as the girls now seemed to be engaged again in discussion...it was little more than a rumble, but it appeared clear, his girl...funny how he had already claimed the girl he would come to know as Bella, was trying to talk the other girl into something she seemed far less enthused about. Again, Ricky stayed silent and strained to hear. And unfortunately they were speaking in French. However a few words he did understand "Américaine" "libérateur" Yes, yes he thought, the French considered the American Liberators heroes, not to be feared but celebrated. Ricky did not consider himself a hero, but he was a good guy, as red blooded an example of strapping young American manhood as could be found, but with midwest values, manners and respect for women that he would show allowed him to be everything they might want. but not push for more than they willingly offered!

Il veut nous faire l'amour Make love! Yes, God he wanted to make love...he hoped he understood...something else he had learned from Jeanette! Suddenly he heard his girl from above, "We will come down now..We come down now." His eyes had now completely adjusted, and he watched as first his came down, unfortunately dressed, but displaying the gorgeous legs she had first revealed on the bike. Only then did he look up, and he felt himself gasp, at the revelation of the french petals of the girl with the, what was it, oh yes, "beautiful butt" Ricky could only lick her lips...her butt was beautiful, mesmerizing even...but her young bare pussy....Oh Fuck!

Teasingly his girl, stole the panties from his arm and hat, and he watched them go with anguish, altnough her smile more than suggested he would have other opportunities to enjoy their young musk. Then Ricky received a new knowledge, watching a woman slide a pair of panties on, was almost as sexy as watching her take them off. It was almost a challenge, "See how easy they come on and off...perhaps you should try?" There was pure devil in his girl's eyes, but the other was clearly skeptical...and so the good boy, the honor student and former alter boy, took over.

"I am Bella," the elder beauty said. She indicated her friend with a tilt of her head, saying, "This is Maria." Ricky truly knew embarrassingly little French, but he had been taught some niceties, and so he moved toward Bella and leaned in, gently kissing her cheek, "Ravi de te rencontrer, Bella" Telling her it was nice to meet her, but as he backed away their eyes caught each other, and sparks flew between them. Ricky had the kind of blue eyes that even Paul Newman might envy, and as his lips left her cheek and their eyes met, he gave her the briefest of winks. It was as if they were conspirators, trying to pull her gorgeous young friend into their intended debauchery.

Next Ricky turned to Maria, but he did not dare be as forward. Instead he reached out and took the hand held defensively, even stubbornly at her side, and did a bow and kissed its back, with the lightest, softest and most inviting of caresses. "Et c'est très agréable de te rencontrer aussi, Maria." Telling her it was also nice to meet her.

He stood up smiling. "I am afraid that almost completely exhausts my French vocabulary...but I want you to know....you have nothing to worry about, I promise. I am honored at the invitation to join you...and hopefully we can be friends...even learn some things from each other!" Ricky had barely been with one woman, and the thought of two, he wasn't sure what exactly he would do...but he held his breath a bit...hoping beyond hope he would get the chance to try.

Suddenly Ricky remembered something, and looked from one girl to the next smiling, "I do have some wine, cheese, chocolate and cigarettes I brought with....would either of you like anything I could offer you?" The question was more suggestive than intended, but perhaps it was Freudian, for suggestive was exactly what his subconscious was thinking!

 

[BellaMiles]

As Ricky was leaning in to kiss Bella on the cheek, Maria pulled even closer to her friend's backside, like a toddler hiding from a stranger at the market, despite her mother making it clear that the man was a friend. She and Bella whispered back and forth playfully in their native tongue, intrigued by the young American soldier.

When the elder told the younger to move out from behind her to collect her cheek kiss, too, Maria pressed so hard to Bella's back that -- except for the thin, cotton dresses -- they'd once again become one body. Bella chastised her friend for acting like a child, reaching back to grasp Maria's hand to pull her out front. The result instead was that only the younger French girl's hand came out, and a moment later Ricky was kissing it instead.

Bella giggled, teased Maria some more, and then flinched as she felt fingers pinching her ass through the cloth. The soldier told them he'd reached the end of his French and in English told them, essentially, that he was a good guy.

"I am honored at the invitation to join you," he said, adding, "and hopefully we can be friends...even learn some things from each other!"

Maria -- who spoke barely more English than Ricky did French -- asked her friend for a translation. Bella complied, and again she jerked at the pain of fingers pinching her tight ass. She laughed and -- as Maria occasionally interrupted with whispered but challenging words -- explained to the American, "She not know what you be ... that you be at spring. She mad I kiss, let you see kiss. Maria is shy. She--"

This time the younger girl slapped the elder's butt, speaking her first words in English, intermixed with her own language, with such a local accent as to barely be comprehensible, "Not shy! Ne pas voir un soldat américain! Not see Américain. Pas juste. Not fair."

Unseen by her friend, who was still behind her, Bella's lips spread in a pleased smile. She mouthed to Ricky, She is shy.

When he talked about all of the good food he had -- some of it simply not available to the rural French poor after so many years of war -- the eyes of both girls before him widened in awe. "Would either of you like anything I could offer you?"

The two began excitedly whispering back and forth in French, and after a moment Maria pulled her friend away several yards to continue the conversation at a distance, not that it would have mattered, of course; Ricky could still hear them plain as day, and Ricky still couldn't know what they were saying!

Through the private conversation, each of the girls was peeking over at Ricky often, leaving no doubt that the conversation was entirely about him. Ricky might have been able to tell from their words and body language that: one, realize that they were questioning just what the American soldier wanted in exchange for all of his goodies; and two, that it was plainly clear that Bella had no problem at all giving him anything and everything he wanted.

Of course, that all depended upon his level of understanding of their language, and neither of them could know how deep that knowing was. One thing was sure, though: while Maria was concerned that Ricky might understand the conversation, Bella obviously hoped he'd picked up enough of it to know that he was about to get lucky.

Suddenly, Bella was again climbing the ladder to the loft, while Maria stood there alone -- still apart from Ricky -- with her hands criss-crossed over her bosom to hide the large nipples that were now so obvious due to her lack of a bra. And speaking of bras, a few seconds after Bella reached the loft, it began raining brassieres, this time with them hitting the straw covered ground nearer to the young French girl.

Maria shrieked out in horror and began screaming at her friend as shoes, her hat, and the blanket upon which they'd so often made love all fell about her. Bella only laughed, descending the ladder again. At the bottom and while staring directly at Ricky, she very skillfully donned her bra again, despite there being a dress already upon her delicious form. Maria was chastising her still, but once she realized it was getting her nowhere, she turned her back to the American and donned her brassiere, too, though with a little help from her playful friend.

Bella grasped her friends hand and began dragging her past Ricky for the back door of the barn, telling him, "Come! Come!"

She checked for her papa at the door, saw no one, and continued to drag an obviously reluctant Maria with her out of the barn and along a hedgerow that led up a slight hill. Bella looked back repeatedly to ensure that Ricky was following them. She led the trio of them a hundred yards of so, along the hedge, through the remains of a vineyard that had nearly been destroyed by the war, and down a creek bed.

"C'est ça!" Bella said, telling Ricky that this was their destination when the trees finally opened up to a clearing. "C’est l’endroit. This is place. The place."

Maria was again chattering softly at her friend, with seemingly no effect at all; Bella only picked up and tossed away some branches and large twigs, then tossed the blanket out before her a few times until it came down on the grass as she'd desired.

"Asseyez-vous," she demanded with a wide smile. "Sit down. Make comfort."

Maria stood back out of the way, but Bella eagerly encouraged the American soldier to open his bag and begin spilling out the promised treats. She was more than just excited at the offerings, chattering to her friend in French, then speaking to Ricky in her broken English about how long it had been since she'd seen some of the items or -- with some -- speaking about how the versions of them available in this region were either so much better or simply not worth consuming.

Ultimately, after being nagged by her friend many times, Maria came to sit. She was practically pressing up against Bella, trying to be social to Ricky by sharing the blanket with him while at the same time keeping as far away from him as possible.

"Tell about war," Bella asked as they delved into the food. "Are you hero? Did you kill many Nazis? Rifle, you have bullets, or is just ... Juste pour le spectacle ... just for show?"

Ricky gave what ever answer he was prepared to share -- not all soldiers liked to talk about the horrors of war -- and Bella listened intently and sometimes translated his words for Maria or translated her questions for Ricky.

"You have, um ... bas en nylon?" Bella suddenly asked while still chewing excitedly on a piece of Ricky's offered cheese. She pulled the lower hem of her dress up clear up past her knees, rubbed her hand over her thigh, and translated, "Stockings? Nylon?"

She was disappointed to learn that that was one of the treasures Ricky didn't have available. Even so, Bella consciously left her dress up high enough to leave one leg exposed above the knee for a couple of minutes more of conversation before Maria finally noticed and pushed it down with a growled word of chastisement.

They'd been talking and eating for almost an hour, with the two girls occasionally whispering to one another in French, one girl's mouth close to the other's ear, then the others positioned the same. From the body language and frequent smiles and giggles, Ricky couldn't help but know that they were talking exclusively about him, of course.

Suddenly, the whispered conversation became a bit tense, with Maria obviously not agreeing with what her friend was telling or asking her. Then, after they'd both gone quiet for a long moment, Bella informed Ricky, "Maria is not been with a boy ever."

She waited to learn from Ricky's expression whether or not he understood. When it seemed he did, Bella took her friend's face in her hands and pressed a hard kiss to her lips. Maria tried to pull away but couldn't; after a couple of seconds, she almost looked like she didn't mind. When Bella finally broke the embrace, she looked to Ricky again with a devilish smile.

"If choose ... what like see, what like do," Bella asked as she rose slowly to her feet, "Would American soldier want see deux Français filles be with each other..."

Maria growled with an embarrassed tone, "Bella, non!"

Bella only growled back, whispering at her in French ... as she began pulling her dress upwards, revealing her body inch by inch as she continued, "Would American soldier want see two beautiful French girls be with each other, déshabillé ... um ... undressed, naked...?"

Maria was continuing to quietly counter her friends lewd offering, her face exploding in a fiery blush as her gaze shifted to Ricky, away, to, and away with rapidness. Bella ignored her, and in a moment her dress was off and piled on the grass. She knelt down before Ricky, smiled, and continued her question, "Two beautiful French girls ... faire l’amour les uns aux autres ... make love each other..."

She reached up to the middle of her back and with a skillful flick, caused her brassiere to spring forth and fall down her forearms. Maria's gaze was now set on Ricky, looking for his reaction to what had to be the strangest of encounters for him.

"Or would American soldier ... Reekee," Bella continued, trying her best to pronounce his name properly, "want not see girls be together ... and be with girl ... with me."

(Egads! I couldn't stop!)

 

[Homerun2611]

It was fun to watch the interaction between Bella and Maria, Bella was clearly all gas no brakes, while Maria, despite what Ricky had watched at the fountain, would have crawled away and hid behind the simple but sexy dress of her bold friend, if she only could.

Back and forth they would go, before Bella would turn back and address Ricky, giving him some clue of what they were discussing. "She not know what you be ... that you be at spring. She mad I kiss, let you see kiss. Maria is shy. She--" Ricky understood, she was embarrassed, but she shouldn't have been. He looked at Maria, pouty lip and all, as she spanked her bold friend's ass, in a move that was as cute as it was sexy!

"Not shy! Ne pas voir un soldat américain! Not see Américain. Pas juste. Not fair." And Ricky watched as Bella mouthed shy, but he knew he needed to win the embarrassed and jaw droppingly sexy, Maria over. "You know, you're right, that isn't fair...that was very bad of Bella, wasn't it?" Again he looked at Bella and winked. "But...would it make you feel better if the American thought that the two of you were just about the sexiest thing he had ever seen?" He smiled at Maria, and even blushed a little at the admission.

Ricky had made the offer to share his small bounty. The chocolate and cigarettes he had kept in case he was ever captured, the rest had been intended to get him to Paris, however, at the moment that seemed nowhere near as important. However, he had clearly pleased them with the offer, although their reactions seemed to range from joy to cautious skepticism. He watched as the unintelligible conversation flew back and forth, Maria finally pulling Bella away. But the near constant looks back at Ricky, even a couple times pointing, left little doubt as to the conversation. He only hoped the debate wasn't if but when and how? If he could he would have gladly reassured them, he was only twenty, in excellent shape and there was plenty to go around! He chuckled silently at his own little joke and waited. There was some question in his mind regarding Maria's willingness, but he would have bet every dollar he had that he and Bella were on exactly the same page.

However, Ricky was a bit confused, as Bella went back up into the loft, and suddenly clothes, bras and even a blanket came raining down, how had he somehow inspired the girls to be putting clothes back on, rather than taking them off? He had been honest that he wasn't some sort of rapist, but perhaps he had gone too far, for he had perhaps wrongly assumed, that good old fashioned consensual sex with distinct taboo twists, was on all of their agendas.

Could it possibly be over, had it actually started? He sighed a bit in relief when he watched Bella grab Maria's hand and then direct him, "Come! Come!" In the state he was in, there was quite literally nowhere that he wouldn't have followed the perfect, bobbing asses in front of him. Bella seemed to make sure the coast was clear, and then they were off.

Ricky was in his boots, fatigues, a military green cotton t-shirt, and a canvass jacket that went down to his thighs, unbuttoned, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his muscular forearms. His dog tags bounced on his muscular chest as they walked, but he definitely felt the heat of the French countryside morning, getting warmer.

They hadn't walked far before Bella stopped and showed him the beautiful clearing which would be their new venue. "C'est ça!" He watched her clear the area and toss down the blanket, "Asseyez-vous," she demanded with a wide smile. "Sit down. Make comfort." Ricky, peeled off his jacket and threw it, off to the side, along with his helmet, rifle and backpack loaded with goodies. He saw the girls watch him as he stripped, now only in his t-shirt which clung skin tight to his sculpted arms, pecs and abs!

The next hour was filled with conversation and the sharing of the chocolate, and cheese. Ricky fielded all questions, humbly and honestly. "Tell about war," Bella asked as they delved into the food. "Are you hero? Did you kill many Nazis? Rifle, you have bullets, or is just ... Juste pour le spectacle ... just for show?"

"The war...is no fun. I know it sounds romantic, but it is mostly marching, marching and waiting for brief moments of action....I don't know if I'm a hero, but yes, I killed Nazi's, usually those that were trying to kill the General that it was my job to protect...I was what was called a sharpshooter...sniper?" He could tell they had no idea what he meant. He went over to his backpack and pulled one of the empty beer cans of true German lagers he had tried and had planned to take home as a souvenir.

He looked at Bella, "Here take this...." He handed the can to Bella..."See this little blew dot..." It was part of the logo of the German brand, a small circle slightly smaller than a dime. "...go take that can and put it on that stump...do you see it?" They followed where he was pointing and realized it was over 200 yards away. Up Bella popped and bounded to where Ricky had suggested, "Prêt!, Ready!" she yelled. With that Ricky raised his rifle and put a hole directy through the dot, the size of a bullet.

"Bring it back!" He yelled, and watched as she came back smiling. He grabbed the can and held it up to them showing the perfect shot. "Yes my rifle has real bullets and it is not for show...that kind of shooting was what I did in the army. I'm not a hero, but I am good!" He did feel bad he didn't have nylons, and felt worse he couldn't enjoy watching Bella and Maria try them on, but he did make a mental note. He was about to lean over and run his hand up the leg Bella offered, before Maria reached down and seeming rescinded the invitation.

The girls were once again arguing, or perhaps debating was more accurate. He couldn't be the only one feeling the heat and chemistry rising, but before he could act, Ricky was given a not entirely unexpected revelation followed by a very interesting proposition. "Maria is not been with a boy ever." He looked at Maria and saw her blushing, if not humiliated, but there had to be a first time for everyone, Ricky did not feel so far removed from his first time to not believe he couldn't make it special. He looked at Bella, "I promise I'll..." But Bella went in a different direction.

"If choose ... what like see, what like do," Bella asked as she rose slowly to her feet, "Would American soldier want see deux Français filles be with each other..."

Maria growled with an embarrassed tone, "Bella, non!"

Bella only growled back, whispering at her in French ... as she began pulling her dress upwards, revealing her body inch by inch as she continued, "Would American soldier want see two beautiful French girls be with each other, déshabillé ... um ... undressed, naked...?"

What would he like to see, what would he liked to do? Ricky's eyes moved from Bella to Maria and back again. He liked them both...very much...and do? Well that was obvious, at least to him. What boy or man didn't fantasize about a threesome, but even the best fantasy paled against these two and this moment. Either woman was incredible and create a memory for the rest of his life. His connection with Bella had been instantaneous and electric, but the both, the combo...it was impossible not to want that. He simply nodded...yes, to any question in that particular moment, Ricky's answer was "YES!"

Maria was continuing to quietly counter her friends lewd offering, her face exploding in a fiery blush as her gaze shifted to Ricky, away, to, and away with rapidness. Bella ignored her, and in a moment her dress was off and piled on the grass. She knelt down before Ricky, smiled, and continued her question, "Two beautiful French girls ... faire l’amour les uns aux autres ... make love each other..."

She reached up to the middle of her back and with a skillful flick, caused her brassiere to spring forth and fall down her forearms. Maria's gaze was now set on Ricky, looking for his reaction to what had to be the strangest of encounters for him.

"Or would American soldier ... Reekee," Bella continued, trying her best to pronounce his name properly, "want not see girls be together ... and be with girl ... with me."

He looked up at Bella, his heart pounding in his chest. "I ...I ...want you..." He moved , first standing on his knees and then sitting back on his heels facing Bella. He peeled his shirt up over his head, his chest heaving. And then he leaned in, and cradled Bella's cheek in his fingers, and leaned in enjoying their first French kiss, both literally and figuratively. Her lips were soft as he brushed his on hers, lips parting and his tongue tickling her lower lip, before pressing slightly inside. It was not a long kiss, but he felt it from head to toe, his body nearly exploding in desire. After such a long period of abstinence, it was a bit of a relief to realize just how ready his cock was for engagement. He looked into Bella's sweet eyes..."I do want you..."

But then he let her cheek go and stood up. And he faced Maria, now looking at her. He actually felt great empathy for her insecurity and inexperience. As he had cradled Bella, he now cradled Maria, but this kiss was just a kiss, lips briefly brushing and only a slight press.

He looked at Maria..."a...and you...I want you...both!" Still holding her cheek he slowly moved behind her, and then reaching down to her short hem, he gently pulled her dress up over her head. As Ricky did, he was looking Bella, but talking to both. "Ricky, this soldier, does want you...but I think Maria, might enjoy starting with just the two of you...and then it can be us." Ricky was very careful to not be too specific on who us might include, and time would determine that, but Bella was a certainty.

He undid Maria's bra and brought his mouth to Maria's ear, "That is what you want, no?" Ricky then gently pushed her in Bella's direction. He smiled at Bella, "I hope you don't mind, but my answer to your question is both, you and her...you and me...I want it all..." And then he winked at her, "Don't you?"

 

[BellaMiles]

Ricky had misunderstood the proposal Bella had put forth to him: she'd been giving him the choice of either making love to her or watching her make love to Maria. She'd actually been hoping he'd choose putting his cock inside her; it had been a long while since she'd been fucked, just as it had been for him, and besides, once he was gone from France, Bella always had Maria to quench her thirsts for orgasmic bliss.

And if she'd been asked to truly be honest, either choice the American made was going to end up with Bella enjoying at least one orgasm with each of the other two. The only thing that would have been different would have been who she enjoyed first, as well as who enjoyed her first.

But when he chose a third option -- one that hadn't been given at all -- Bella did nothing to stop Ricky from beginning to seduce her younger friend. Maria's eyes were wide in dismay as she felt the soldier lifting her dress from her body and springing her bra free, as Bella had done with hers just a moment earlier. The younger French beauty whispered at her friend in panic; Maria hadn't agreed to putting on a lesbian show for the American, nor had she consented to losing her virginity out here in the tiny meadow while her friend presumably watched.

When Bella only whispered back that all was well, that the soldier was a nice boy, that she had to lose her virginity to some man some day and that this was as good as other, Maria suddenly snatched up her wayward clothes, stood, and sprinted back down the path the way they'd come, holding her clothes to her front side.

"C’est bon, elle ira bien!" she told Ricky with emphasis, translating, "It is okay, she -- Maria -- will be okay. No worry, American soldier."

Fearing that she might lose her opportunity if she let him contemplate the new situation too long, Bella rose and knee-walked across the blanket to the man, throwing her arms around his head and pressing her breasts practically in his face. She kissed the top of his head, his temples; she took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, engaging him in a deeply erotic kiss that lasted a couple of dozen seconds and saw tongues dancing and teeth nibbling at lower lips.

Suddenly, she pushed him down onto the blanket, and began unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping him with speed and authority. It took only seconds for her to cause Ricky's erection to leap forth through the open fly of his boxers.

A moment later, most of his better-than-average length and girth was inside her warm, wet, and skillfully working mouth.

 

[Homerun2611]

He should have sensed it, and if he hadn't been so over stimulated himself, suddenly one of the actors in this decadent play, he surely would have realized how Maria did not melt into his touch, nor moan in any sort of expectation as he lifted the barely there dress over her outrageously perfect form. Had he not spent two years with Mary Kay. The first several times, even the parting of her lips to allow the invasion of his tongue had been difficult. The first time he had slid his hand inside of her sweater, even though he played over her lacy bra, he had at first met rigid fear, that only slowly, very slowly, over many weeks, would encourage further exploration. "Ricky, no...too fast...you know I love you...but...I'm a good girl...and if you are not...what would my husband think?" Ricky could not really argue as he had no idea, all he had known was his body had been on fire, and Mary Kay had felt the need to play forest rangers and not let the fire get out of hand. The fact their relationship, their one week of ecstasy had ended in unwanted pregnancy was still an irony to painful to consider.

But the passion at 18 in the backseat of his father's Buick sedan, was nothing compared to a young soldier, now fully aware of what the sensations between a man and a woman could mean, now in the presence of two girls, French girls!...who were magnifique et physiquement parfait, magnificent and physically perfect in every way, at least as far as a certain 20 year old American soldier was concerned. Never had his body so hungered, and like a fool, he had apparently bumbled in gluttonously!

Gently he had tried to encourage and seduce her. Back at home, even the youngest and most naive of the girls at the pool used to bite their lip at the presentation of his physical gifts. He was not arrogant or conceited, but his body was one that the master, Michelangelo, himself might have found intriguing. Yet, at least externally he got nothing but trepidation from the beautiful Maria.

A gentle push toward her obvious lover Bella had initiated a most unwelcome response. Bella whispered something to Maria, seemingly to soothe and encourage, but Maria had none of it. Maria suddenly snatched up her wayward clothes, stood, and sprinted back down the path the way they'd come, holding her clothes to her front side. The look in Ricky's eyes was likely desperate. The fantasy of the mé·nage à trois suddenly evaporated even faster than it had originally appeared. The disappointment over losing such a unique opportunity could have been soul crushing, if Bella had not moved so quickly and effectively to not merely put wood, but pour kerosene on Ricky's fire!

"C’est bon, elle ira bien!" she told Ricky with emphasis, translating, "It is okay, she -- Maria -- will be okay. No worry, American soldier."

Fearing that she might lose her opportunity if she let him contemplate the new situation too long, Bella rose and knee-walked across the blanket to the man, throwing her arms around his head and pressing her breasts practically in his face. She kissed the top of his head, his temples; she took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, engaging him in a deeply erotic kiss that lasted a couple of dozen seconds and saw tongues dancing and teeth nibbling at lower lips.

Bella moved quckly and effortlessly, wearing merely panties, and moving her perfect petite body quickly toward him, he felt the heat and want of her embrace, and he reciprocated in full. Never had he had such a kiss, Bella was fire, the initiator, but she was not a professional like Jeanette, performing a well rehearsed routine that she repeated nightly, sometimes hourly, this was young, genuine French lust at its finest, given freely and wantonly. "Mmmmm, Oh Bella..." The first long kiss turned into a second and a third. There hands were everywhere, each touch of her a searing brand, sending electrical shocks from head to toe, with his cock as epicenter.

He had just ventured his wandering hands down from her back, one sliding inside the back of her panties, only to cup and cradle her perfect, tight ass. He felt her back arch, and she moaned into his mouth the same guttural need he was relaying to her. Jesus he wanted...he had to clench his sculped abs and squeeze his bounce a quarter off it hard ass...not to cum right then. She, Bella suddenly all consuming, he should have worried perhaps of the safety of the near naked girl who had left them, but instead, he looked into the eye of the hurricane which was her slightly older lover, and let the tsunami wreak its desired havoc.

Suddenly, she pushed him down onto the blanket, and began unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping him with speed and authority. It took only seconds for her to cause Ricky's erection to leap forth through the open fly of his boxers.

A moment later, most of his better-than-average length and girth was inside her warm, wet, and skillfully working mouth.

He loved how she seized control, almost impossibly seeming to need to do this to him as much as he needed it done. Only once had he experienced oral pleasure, and that had been from the lips of a whore. Mary Kay would have never considered, and the fact that Bella did it freely and wantonly, had him suddenly in love, or at least the purist form of lust!

"Oh God...yes...yes, yes YES!" He maned and screamed. He hands reached down and ran through her hair. He wasn't holding her there, being disrespectful...quite the opposite. He was saying God and Jesus so often, one would have thought it was a religious experience, and perhaps it was, as Bella's mouth must be heaven!

"Oh Fuck...that is soo good...soo fucking good!" Ricky had a nice cock, even Jeanette, a woman who know her penises, had genuinely remarked, "Such a pretty cock, seven inches, straight, hard, a velvety circumcized head, with golden tight locks at the base....mmm and a nice tight fit!" Before visiting the red light district, Ricky had been advised to have his privates, manscaped a bit, should he be unfortunate enough to encounter crabs or other such varments while visiting the tender folds of the providers there. By evidence of the few scraggily hairs on his otherwise peach fuzz face, Ricky did not grow manly hair quickly or densely yet, so Bella was undoubtedly finding his privates as she so arfully played, to be quite well kept, and the grooming had the added benefit of making his cock appear even bigger to the eye, but still a comfy, full and enjoyable fit!

Oh Fuck Bella was good...but different. Jeanette had swallowed him, deep in her throat, fucking him with her mouth. Bella was lighter, teasing, her tongue magic on his tip, while her hands manipulated his shaft and balls. "OH God, if you...I am gonna..." It had been too long...he so wanted to fuck her, and if this was it...he might never forgive himself for what happened next, but..."Aaaayggg...mmmm...ff...oooh...aaah...YESS!!!!" he arched up, and the soldier's rifle fired, and fired and fired. Damn he had wanted to hold out! He watched her beautiful face, cheeks hallowed, and lips latched tight. She rode him like a champion and stayed on him for every copious drop.

Finally he began to come down...his entire body buzzing in pleasure. He looked down and then pulled her up. He cared not what she still might have in her mouth, he kissed her. "Oh Bella, thank you...you...that was amazing!" He gushed. And then popping up on his knees, he looked at her. "I hope...please don't let that be it...lay back..." And he gently pressed her back, and moved kneeling between her slightly parted legs. "I don't want to stop...but...you do want to fuck me?" He looked for confirmation, and then let his eyes scan down the magnificent girl in front of him. He reached down and pulled her panties down over her hips.

"Let me please you first!" he pulled the panties up her legs lifting them up and taking them off completely and tossing to the side. Bella had a delicious looking little pussy, a nicely trimmed triangle of curlycew hairs, leading to the opening of her womanhood. He slid his palms between her thighs and smiled at the slight slickness of the residue. He parted her legs further and marveled at the beauty and appeal of her flower. Never had a bumble bee more desired the taste of nectar.

He slid his arms underneath her thighs, tiling her pelvis up, and still on his knees, he leaned in and kissed the little triangle landscaping her mound. She was sweet, and her musk was heady, as he began a trail of kisses down towards her opening. "Oh Bella, your gorgeous!" He had no idea if she understood, but he hoped she did, she was!

Curling his arms under so her thighs rested on his biceps, she was fully open to his affection. Taking his hands he spread her lips slightly and trailed his thumbs up and down the tender pinks lips of her labia, and then as he move up, he used the pad of his thumb to massage and coax her hard little button out from under its hood. From there his mouth followed, kisses, light licks, and then deeper. "Mmmm" he moaned enjoying her...hoping he was giving her anywhere near the same pleasure she had given him, and hoping even more that this was all just foreplay to his sliding deep inside of her!

 

[BellaMiles]

"Oh God...yes...yes, yes YES!"

Bella reveled in delight at the American soldier's response to what her mouth and hands were doing to his private parts. She was good at this; she knew it. Her first lover had trained her well on how to orally pleasure him when she'd given him two contradictory pieces of information: that she had wanted ever so much to please him badly, but that he was never going to put his cock in her pussy. She hadn't used those exact words, of course, but if she was to describe her relationship now, after becoming more brave in her sexual life, she just might be as lewd today.

As Ricky was realizing, Bella's technique was far from that of most French whores, which was to make a patron cum as quickly as possible such that they could move on to the next source of badly needed currency. Bella had hurried to get the soldier's cock into the warmth and wetness of her mouth, yes, but that had only been to relieve him of any thoughts as to how he had sent her friend and lover almost screaming into the woods, clutching her dress to her frontside.

But once she'd begun pleasing him, Bella slowed and took great care. She wasn't capable of deep throating Ricky's entire length, but her hands -- now slick with saliva -- took turns clutching the base of his 9 inches, as well as his balls, in an attempt to give the feeling of being sunk deeply inside her.

Ricky's cock was to Bella just as his French whore had described it: pretty. Occasional, the country girl pulled back a bit just to focus her eyes upon God's creation, marveling at its perfection. She would lick its entire length, take the bulbous head between her lips again, look up to the soldier's eyes for his response, and gently slide her mouth downward again until she knew that taking anymore would cause her to gag. And then, she was back to bobbing her head up and down, causing him to moan such things as, "Oh Fuck...that is soo good...soo fucking good!"

Bella thought she might have been able to extend the blow job longer, but she could see and hear in Ricky that he needed release. She sped up the stroking of her hand at the base of his slick cock while her second hand gently rolled his balls in cautious fingers.

"OH God, if you...I am gonna..."

Knowing what most men liked -- or at least the two before Ricky for whom she'd done this -- Bella kept the American's cock inside her mouth as she increased the speed and grip of her stroking even farther. She looked up beyond his fit torso to watch Ricky's expression as his cock began pulsing, filling her mouth with his ejaculate. Bella found herself quickly amazed with the quantity of cum flooding her; she would typically have waited until her lover had finished, but she found herself having to pull back until only the head of his still twitching cock was inside her lips to force a first swallow, soon to be followed by a second.

"Aaaayggg...mmmm...ff...oooh...aaah...YESS!!!!" the soldier moaned, finally relaxing back into the blanket as the euphoria swept through him. The pulses in his still erect cock finally ceased, replaced by a consistent trembling of his manhood. Ricky pulled Bella up to him, telling her, "Oh Bella, thank you...you...that was amazing!"

When the American man asked the French girl if they were done, she answered by rolling off him and lifting her buttocks upwards. He got the hint, pulling her panties from her and leaving her naked below him.

"Let me please you first!" Ricky said, and after some kissing and caressing, his mouth was doing to Bella's pussy what her mouth had done to his cock. "Oh Bella, your gorgeous!"

In contrast to Ricky, whose hand had found her head but not contained her at all, one of Bella's hands found his skull, took hold of his hair again, and made sure he didn't raise his face from her crotch. The feel of the soldier's tongue lapping up and down, left and right, roundy roundy was simply unbelievable; Ricky was just as good at this as Bella was.

As she writhed in building pleasure, her head moving about as she looked down to Ricky, up to the sky, off to the woods surrounding them, Bella's gaze settled on something she quickly realized was the girl who'd fled in panic. She lifted her head, looking directly at Maria. Again fully dressed, the French beauty was standing just off the trail, watching intently. Without releasing her clutching of Ricky's head between her thighs, Bella raised the other hand and waved her friend back to the blanket. Maria shook her head, repeating the gesture when the naked girl waved a second time more emphatically.

She would have continued soliciting her friend's presence, but Ricky was accomplishing his goal down yonder on the girl's clit. Bella realized that orgasm was imminent; she turned all her attention to the head bobbing between her thighs, murmuring instructions in French to Ricky that he couldn't have understood as words but may have comprehended as encouragement.

And then, after drawing and holding several deep breaths at the rapid building of her climax, Bella cried out in a gasp that emptied her lungs. The explosion was powerful, like no orgasm she'd ever experienced with her previous lovers, men who'd only ever been interested in their own satisfaction. She intertwined the fingers of both hands in Ricky's hair now, holding him in place as wave after wave of euphoria swept through her entire body.

Finally, unable to take anymore, Bella pulled Ricky by his hair away from her trembling pussy, laughing and crying out at the same time, overwhelmed by what he'd done to her. Even as the pleasure was still washing over and through her, she pulled her newest lover up higher, enough to finally press her mouth to his, tasting her own pussy juices upon his lips, cheeks, and chin.

"Vous êtes incroyable Soldat américain," she complimented the amazing soldier. "Incroyable ... eh, incredible!"

She wrapped her legs around Ricky's waist, holding him tightly to her as she kissed him passionately. Bella peeked off to the woods again, finding her friend still watching ... this time 10 feet closer than her former distance of 40 some feet. The naked French girl again gestured her friend to join them; again, the response was a shaking head.

"Fais-moi l’amour, Soldat américain," Bella whispered to Ricky between kisses. "Make love to me..."

She shifted and pushed and rolled the man off of her to his back. Moving to straddle him again, Bella said, "Fais-moi l’amour comme tu m’aimes ... like you love me ... make love. Not fuck. Make love."

Bella reached between their bodies, groping and kneading Ricky's cock until it was very quickly hard as stone again, and fed it into her hole. She was no virgin, of course, but she was no whore either; it had been a couple of months since a man had been inside her, and her vaginal canal -- matching her petite size -- was natural small to begin with. It took Bella nearly a full minute of taking Ricky into her little by little to finally have the entirety of his cock buried inside her.

"Incroyable," she whispered again, adding with an awed tone and expression, "Vous me remplissez, Soldat américain ... you fill me up."

Bella lowered her body toward Ricky's, until her firm breasts and their pert nipples just met his muscular chest. She kissed him again, looked into his eyes, and then -- ever so barely turning her head to the left for a second or two -- informed him, "We be watchinged ... Mon amie, Maria ... looks at Toi et moi, you and me."

She looked directly at her friend, smiled, then called out an invitation to come closer in French. Bella almost begged, "S’ll te plaît, Maria, viens avec moi."

The invitation was for Maria to come be with her, with Bella herself; the older French girl made no mention of the man beneath her, though, obviously the third party -- the man and his hard cock -- were present, too.

Maria -- who had closed another 10 feet over the past seconds but was still not technically with the other two -- shook her head again but this time spoke to her friend. Bella looked to Ricky and said with a firm tone, "Not look. Not see Maria. She is not here, oui? Pretend not here."

Bella didn't wait to determine if Ricky understood her request before looking to Maria and telling her that the American had agreed. The two girls chattered back and forth, during which -- per Maria's insistence -- Bella placed a hand over the soldier's eyes, encouraging him to close them. The conversation -- which must have seemed odd to the male third of the event -- continued until finally Maria began moving slowly but consistently closer until, finally, she dropped to her knees just five feet away, beyond the fucking couple's heads, out of Ricky's view.

"Fais-moi l’amour," Bella repeated to the young man again after moving her hand away from his eyes. As she began moving her body to take his length in an out of her, slowly but to nearly its full length, the French girl translated, "Make love to me, American soldier. Show friend beauty act. Make want make love, too."

The next many minutes -- Bella knew not exactly how many -- were a slow but pleasurable fuck that the younger French girl could easily see as joyous in the face of the other. Maria knew that look; she'd caused it in the other girl herself. The pair looked into each other's eyes off and on, in between the pleasure-filled girl looking down to Ricky, smiling.

Bella was enjoying this like she'd never enjoyed anything before. A handsome, American soldier was fucking her toward orgasm while her best friend and lover and -- in regards to men -- a virgin, was watching the whole thing from just out of reach, her own face filled with awe and wonder.

"Viens en moi," Bella whispered as she began to speed up her body's opposing movements to Ricky's. She translated using words she thought the Americans used, "Come in me. Make love in me."

Bella had been watching Ricky's expressions, listening to his sounds, feeling his movements, and she'd concluded that he was nearly there. She accelerated her motions atop him, causing his cock to enter and exit nearly its full length until finally Ricky exploded his second time. Bella was close herself, and she continued to ride him hard for another twenty or thirty seconds until she, too, erupted in orgasm. She cried out again as her body trembled from toe to head.

The orgasm was overwhelming, and Bella collapsed down onto Ricky's muscular torso. She remained there a long moment, her breathing deep and rapid, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it throughout, even in her skull. When Bella was finally capable of lifting her head to look to the other girl, Maria was again standing. The pair exchange some soft, meaning words in French, after which Maria turned to walk away, then hurried into a slow run.

Bella looked to Ricky, smiled, kissed him passionately, then asked, "You stay here, in Lerzy. Mon village, il s’appelle Lerzy ... my village. You stay? Stay with me?"

Then, wanting Ricky to understand just what would be awaiting him if he remained, Bella added, "Stay with me ... and Maria."

 

[Homerun2611]

It was almost surreal. Only a few hours ago, Ricky had been walking, slightly lost, and certainly disoriented as he recovered from a hangover after a night of celebrating the Good War's end. World War II might well prove to be America's last war where it clearly held the moral ground, having entered and helped end the barbaric genocide of the Nazi's and Hitler. Ricky was just a soldier though, and had simply done his duty when called upon.

He had dreaded the idea of returning home, not because it was a bad place, but this was the last moment of the thrill of war and the occupation of Europe. In contrast, anything back in Bettendorf Iowa felt a fate worse than death. Ricky was still young, idealistic, a romantic, and so had sought one last adventure as An American in Paris! Little did he know that a far better, and far, far more memorable adventure had awaited him as he crossed over the small hill and found the quaint little village of Bella and Maria.

His body was tingling and buzzing, never had he imagined that his young cock would be treated and so thoroughly serviced by a sexy, beautiful young French girl. There every verbal communication took great effort, but once naked, their young, perfect bodies spoke a different language, the language of love in the richest and most euphoric of exchanges.

Bella had satisfied him thoroughly, even his spectacular young body would need to recover, but as he lifted her legs up onto his biceps, and engaged his mouth on her fresh, tasty and beautiful little muff, he suddenly wiggled, a total body spasm as he enjoyed one last aftershock of the best orgasm of his young life.

"Oh Bella, I want you so bad...I want to give you...what you gave me...heaven!" He enjoyed her with reckless abandon. He dined and enjoyed every little morsel of her female offering. Taint to clit, again and again he traversed, licking in and out of each tender fold, and lapping hungrily at her sweet young nectar.

She was not coquettish or shy, and he loved it. He felt her hands grip his hair, communicating in no uncertain terms, she loved what he was doing, and he should not stop until she was clearly finished, he wouldn't. Ricky had learned quickly how to please with his mouth. Whether it was just her conservative nature or the fear of engaging in premarital activities she had been convinced would send her to hell, Mary Kay did not lubricate quickly. So for her to enjoy intercourse, the few times they had it that one week, Ricky had learned his mouth, and the patient but intense use of his tongue primed the pump like nothing else could. But Mary Kay...was nothing like Bella...Mary Kay was passive, reserved, and ridden with guilt! Bella, was a muse, free and unabashedly wanting...providing constant feedback and visceral appreciation for Ricky's considerable talents. They were soulmates in their willingness and enjoyment of extended and passionately delivered oral gifts!

He had hardened his tongue to fully enjoy her tight vagina, using it to fuck her first slowly and then harder and harder. He loved how she moved, and did not hold back her delight! As he moved to her clit, he let his tongue be replaced by his index and middle finger, knowing a soft sawing action coupled with licks, flicks and gentle sucking of her clit...all delivered in a rhythmic sequence of one, then the next, then the next, kiss hardened sexy button and repeat.

He would have stayed there forever, Bella would find he loved giving her oral and until his dying day would always think of her as his very best! There was a transition happening. His initial reaction to what he saw at the fountain, and her seductive invite had been pure, unbridled lust. But there was something more there, she was sweet, fun, wonderfully naughty and free. Of course he was so focused on his delicious treat, he had no idea of the unspoken communication taking place between Bella and Maria, and how she was once again trying to bring her other lover into the mix. For as incredible as Maria was, Ricky was no so fully possessed by Bella, he found himself having feelings of the most outrageously romantic type.

He heard her scream as her juices flowed and he drank heartily. She released then gripped his hair again, wave after wave rolled across from her body, each one as intense or more than the last, and Ricky gleefully enjoyed each and every one! She had cum even quicker than he hoped for he so loved both the view and the taste between her legs, but he was happy, so happy for at least it seemed he had done to her, what she had so incredibly given him. And the best part was, there had been more than enough time for his sales to recapture the wind and he was ready to once again load his canon on the deck!

She pulled him up, sharing her taste as they had his, it was so erotic, and passionate. two beautiful young bodies, all in and only wanting more. "Vous êtes incroyable Soldat américain..Incroyable ... eh, incredible!" She complimented the amazing soldier. He probably blushed, but he kissed her again. "Non, c'est toi qui es incroyable! " it was she that was incredible, he had simply reciprocated as best he could.

He wanted to ask her, continue, but didn't have to, as she seemed to read his mind, "Fais-moi l’amour, Soldat américain," Bella whispered to Ricky between kisses. "Make love to me..."

She shifted and pushed and rolled the Ricky off of her to his back. Moving to straddle him again, Bella said, "Fais-moi l’amour comme tu m’aimes ... like you love me ... make love. Not fuck. Make love."

He had to be grinning ear to ear, she was truly perfection and in that moment, he was sure he was in love, madly, desperately in love! "Oui, fais l'amour ... fais l'amour ..." It was exactly what he wanted, he wanted to make long and passionate love to this girl, this perfection that was presently straddling him and working his once again rigid and throbbing young cock into the entrance to her womb! She was slow, he knew he was larger than average, and she was very petitite and wonderfully tight.

"Incroyable," she whispered again, adding with an awed tone and expression, "Vous me remplissez, Soldat américain ... you fill me up."[/I] He loved how she was pleased, and how incredibly good she felt. So tight but so wet, as she squeeded him in her velvet chasm.

Bella lowered her body toward Ricky's, until her firm breasts and their pert nipples just met his muscular chest. She kissed him again, looked into his eyes, and then -- ever so barely turning her head to the left for a second or two -- informed him, "We be watchinged ... Mon amie, Maria ... looks at Toi et moi, you and me."

He had been so engrossed with Bella he had momentarily forgotten all about Maria. "Really?" He smiled. He was not sure how he should think of this, but he didn't think long. The idea of being watched, was intrinsically sexy, and the fact it was the gorgeous Maria meant all hope was not lost for his ultimate fantasy.

To be honest though, Maria was simply cherry on the sundae, Bella at the moment was the wonderful french vanilla ice cream, the rich decadent hot fudge, and the sweet and decadent whip cream. He was enjoying this more than he thought possible, and he was making love, not fucking, the sweetest most ethereal love!

Bella then began the sexiest mult tasking exercise ever! In between kisses for Ricky, and the up and down then grinding of him inside of her, she was talking and gesturing for her friend to get ever closer, which she increasingly did. The invitation was to Maria to join Bella, not them both, but it was probably a necessary subtlety given Maria's reaction to his laying a hand on her, no matter how gentle.

He could not see Maria, but in watching Bella's eyes, he knew she was getting closer. For a moment he wondered just how close, how intimate she might get, even if it was only kissing or touching Bella. However, no such thing took place, she was a voyeur at least for now, a voyeur with a front row seat. He was so aroused, Bella was again working her magic, but not with her mouth, but her wonderful tight, wet, young pussy.

"Fais-moi l’amour," Bella repeated to the young man again after moving her hand away from his eyes. As she began moving her body to take his length in an out of her, slowly but to nearly its full length, the French girl translated, "Make love to me, American soldier. Show friend beauty act. Make want make love, too."

"Oui...mon amour...You are perfect...we be perfect!" Ricky moaned in appreciation. Even without asking it could not have happened any other way. They had found perfect rhythm, slowly, wonderfully taking each other up the mountain. She was better, more wonderful than he could have hoped, but as she looked at him, as they kissed, she made him feel more like a man than he ever had before.

Yet he had one concern. This love making could only end one way, and he wanted to make sure...he did not shoot his puck into an unwanted goal. After the situation with Mary Kay, he knew where passion...well he had actually never before felt this type of passion...but what firing his considerable load into a fertile young womb could manifest.

"Bella...Bella...so good...mmmm...mmmmm...incredibly good...but ?" He made a gesture of his fingers bursting open like a flower...and then pointing down to where her hot, wet, little pussy was completely impaled on his cock. He was asking if he could cum inside of her...and he saw her smile in realization of his question.

Even before she said the words, he knew that she wanted this to end as any great love making should, with the expression of their love and the culmination of their desire and need, delivered from his cock to her welcoming womb! "Viens en moi," Bella whispered as she began to speed up her body's opposing movements to Ricky's. She translated using words she thought the Americans used, "Come in me. Make love in me." "Yesss!" He understood, and wanted to thank God, but instead his eyes thanked her, loved her, and prepared to feed her!

He was actually embarrased, that he started to cum first, hard and strong, his body arched his pelvis driving up and holding, body spasming and then releasing, and releasing and releasing! "Oh Bella..." He moaned, he couldn't imagine what Maria must be thinking...did she realize what she was missing...the sensations and emotions that were currently overwhelming the two lovers. He was so happy when he realized not long into his orgasm, Bella cried out, and he felt her grip and release him over and over as she released spasm after spasm, and her juices flowed down his shaft, tummy and balls.

As she collapsed into him, riding out the last few waves, he wrapped his arms around her. "Tu étais magnifique, tu es magnifique." She was magnificent but it did not do her justice, it was just all he knew to say...he hoped she understood that words could not due her justice. They kissed and he teased his fingers up and down her bare back, lovingly caressing. He heard her talking to Maria, it seemed sweet, he would have loved to have known, but was also glad not to invade their exchange.

Maria appeared to get up, and Ricky saw her walking away in her periphery. He hated to think ths could be it, an amazing ending to a day he would never forget. He did believe he was in love with her, and the idea of parting, was as painful as their last hour had been spectacular. She kissed him once more passionately and he held her tight as he kissed back, not wanting to let go...EVER!

"You stay here, in Lerzy. Mon village, il s’appelle Lerzy ... my village. You stay? Stay with me?" YES, YES, a thousand times yes, but he wanted to make sure he understood, and momentarily he just lay there, basking in her wanting him too. "Stay with me ... and Maria." OH MY GOD! "Yes, yes, I would love to stay...with you...but...but how is that possible...you...your papa?"

He looked into her eyes, hoping there was an answer. His mind was moving faster than she could answer. "Or..the barn...I could stay in the barn...or is their an Inn...I have money...what about food...drink...a shower?" She started to fill in the blanks, but the key thing was he was staying, she wanted him to, perhaps even Maria did..."Will you take me...Bella...Bella...." He was overwhelmed, he wanted to tell her he loved her...but she might laugh, probably should laugh...but this girl had showed him a world he only hoped existed...and she was inviting him to stay.

They got up, and got dressed...and he pulled her once more into his arms and gave her a long, very long, and very romantic kiss. "You are an angel...my angel...and my devil!" He laughed and winked...he put his arms around her and looked in the direction that Maria had recently left, "Okay my angel Bella, show me where I should go...will you take me?"

 

[BellaMiles]

"Come in me. Make love in me."

Bella hadn't been concerned about Ricky filling her pussy with his seed. She knew precisely where she was in her cycle, and the chances of him impregnating her were as small as Hitler rising from his grave and trying to conquer the world once again.

When she asked -- or practically demanded that he remain in Lerzy, Ricky said with eagerness, "Yes, yes, I would love to stay...with you...but...but how is that possible...you...your papa?"

"No worry about papa," she reassured him, kissing him again. "I find way hide American soldier."

They spoke about the barn and what he might call logistics if he was still in his Army Unit, before Ricky told Bella, "You are an angel...my angel...and my devil!"

She didn't immediately understand what he meant, but matching his words to his laugh and wink, Bella caught on. She blushed a beet red, reflecting on what she'd just done. Bella had been so shy and reserved as a young teen, but her first lover had changed that, bringing out the devilish side of her as Ricky referred.

She'd discovered very quickly just how much she loved sex. Her knowledge and experience had grown rapidly, and her need had had unforeseen consequences, one of which had been that Bella had pulled her best friend into her sex life. Maria had been suffering from sexual need as well, but she hadn't been about to let a man between her legs. Her father would have beat her, then disowned her, then sent her to the Nunnery where she would never find sexual pleasure except by her own hand.

Bella had been her savior -- her angel and devil, as Ricky would say -- and the two girls had snuck off to be with each other three, four, sometimes five or more times a week. All the while, though, Bella had been telling Maria -- promising Maria -- that one day soon she, like Bella herself, would partake of the joys that could only be found with a man between her thighs.

"Okay my angel Bella, show me where I should go...will you take me?"

She took Ricky's hand and led him out of the clearing into the woods and back toward the barn. Bella halted them, emitted a soft whistle, and waited. A moment later, Maria poked her head out of the barn and waved that the coast was clear. The two of them hurried across the field and into the structure, where the two girls engaged in a rapid, excited conversation.

"You go to loft," Bella said after her friend -- blushing and smiling and seemingly no longer panicked regarding Ricky -- slipped out of the front of the barn. "I come back."

She grabbed the lapels of his shirt, stood on her toes to pressed her mouth to Ricky's. Then, backing toward the door, Bella lifted the front of her dress to flash her upper legs, the muff of trimmed hair, and the little bit of her visible pussy, then tossed the panties she hadn't put back on at him.

"Stay here!" Bella demanded, pointing up to the loft. She glanced toward the panties, smiled devilishly, and said before turning and disappearing, "Dream of me."



That last line from Bella may have made Ricky think she wasn't coming back before morning, but after dark she returned and climbed the ladder. She had left the blanket behind that afternoon and found Ricky rolled up in it now, sheltering himself from a chill that had descended on the village.

Without hesitation, Bella stripped out of her clothes, leaving only her socks on to keep her feet war. She practically ripped Ricky's clothes off of him, laid upon him, and set about fucking -- not so much making love -- to him until both of them had shown their delight in a way that likely bothered the owl living in the rafters.

When they finished, she used a second blanket she'd brought to make them a warmer, more comfortable bed in the loose straw. Laying in one of his arms, still naked with her tight, modest bosom exposed, they drank from a bottle of Port and snacked on a local type of spiced bread and two cheeses.

"I find job for you," Bella told him during their dinner. "You want job, oui? Stay in Lerzy, with Maria et moi, oui?"

She knew his answer would be yes -- or maybe even hell yes -- but Bella gave Ricky a chance to say no if that was his wish. She explained, "Mon oncle et ma tante ... uncle and aunt ... they have farm. You know porcs...? Pigs? You can feed porcs, pelleter de la merde...?"

She laughed, quick and sharp, then translated, "Shovel shit ... porcs poop?"

Sitting up and moving to straddle Ricky's groin again, she asked with a pout in her face, "American soldier would shovel piggy's shit for Bella and Maria, oui?"

Before he could answer, she had Ricky's cock in her hand, stroking it quickly to attention, all the while smiling at him with a devilish expression he would come to see often. Her other hand bobbled his balls playfully until he was hard as a rock once more, then she mounted Ricky and drove him to another explosive orgasm.

"I leave now, go home," she said after they'd laid together, sharing his descent from the euphoria she'd caused him. She dressed, kissed him, and stressed, "No come down less I tell come down!"

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky had asked the question, and probably should have been concerned with the answer, "No worry about papa," she reassured him, kissing him again. "I find way hide American soldier." There was a bit of an implication of danger, but if Bella had taught Ricky anything today, any risk he took on her behalf was more than worth it! He called her his Angel and his Devil, she clearly didn't understand exactly, but she was a natural, one moment cute and sweet, the second scorching and red hot...he loved every minute of both!

Bella seemed to have everything under command, off they went through the woods and back out, and she squeezed his hand as she stopped and whistled. All of a sudden Maria magically appeared poking out of the barn. It was amazing to see them work together, one might have thought they had done this before, but he knew, at least for Maria, there had been no other men. Ricky was instructed that he would call the loft his temporary home, but there was an element of intrigue as Maria left , somewhat teasingly saying, "I come back." Ricky truly hoped she would, often.

Bella kissed him reinforcing he needed to stay hidden in the loft. She was fun, a tease, kissing him passionately and briefly flashing him as she left, leaving him one last thought, "Dream of me." Ricky laughed, as if there was any chance he could dream of anything else. With the passionate and sexy Bella leaving him alone, Ricky realized how spent he was. He climbed up the rickety wooden ladder and found the blanket the girls had left behind. he had his jacked which he balled into a pillow, and was asleep within moments. Ricky fell into a deep sleep, but he did dream of her, replaying the best afternoon of his life.

Ricky wasn't sure if she would return that night, he hoped so, he was starving, but the army had trained him well to fall asleep with an empty belly, and in those instances he didn't have the offsetting of having cum twice already like a racehorse! Ricky did not hear Bella at first when she slipped into the barn.

He had startled once while sleeping, and realized that the sun had gone down and it had become quite chilly. He had curled up and wrapped in the blanket in the best he could to stay warm. The straw bed was surprisingly comfortable and it was only the creak of the top step of the ladder that alerted him that young Bella had made her return. He didn't say a word, he simply sat up and watched as Bella stripped down to her sox and pounced on top of him, practically ripping his clothes off.

The moonlight trickled into the barn through the cracks in the old wooden slats of the barn, just enough to cast a soft pale glow on the body of the woman who mounted and fucked him not once but twice. All in all Ricky had come four times at Bella's hand, mouth and pussy, and he had lost count at her orgasms. Sometimes with Bella it was hard to tell if it was one long and extended climax, or several short ones, piled on top of each other until hitting an earth shuttering finale.

She had thought of everything, and afterward he held her in his arms as they ate the simple, but satisfying dinner of cheese and crackers she had somehow commandeered! He held her and played with her hair as she laid across his chest. He was just savoring the moment, not sure where they went from here, but fully intending to not be in a hurry to go anywhere. However, as he would learn, Bella was always thinking.

He drank the wine and let his fingers come down to tease, prod, and roll her exposed nipple in his hand. 'This is incredible...I can't believe I have ended up here, met you..." Their physical chemistry was incredible as was their insatiability, but was it possible the young lovers had finally drained the tank of its final reserves for the day? The answer would be NO!

"I find job for you," Bella told him during their simple dinner, eating and gently teasing each other's bodies. "You want job, oui? Stay in Lerzy, with Maria et moi, oui?" Ricky nodded, she was right, it was probably necessary. He had $1,000 which was enough to backpack Europe for a while. However, eventually he was going to be discovered, and it would make a lot more sense if he had a job and a reason to be there. Her mind was scheming on ways to extend the love affair neither of them seemed in any hurry to end and in fact wanted to make inclusive of Maria.

"Mon oncle et ma tante ... uncle and aunt ... they have farm. You know porcs...? Pigs? You can feed porcs, pelleter de la merde...?"

She laughed, quick and sharp, then translated, "Shovel shit ... porcs poop?"

Sitting up and moving to straddle Ricky's groin again, she asked with a pout in her face, "American soldier would shovel piggy's shit for Bella and Maria, oui?"

For God's sake Ricky was born and raised in Iowa, he was all too adept at shoveling shit. He reached up, and ran a finger down the middle of her chest, down past her belly button ant tummy, until fianlly finding her mound straddling him. He turned his hand, the pad of his thumb now facing skyward, he pressed in and started to massage her clit in the same tantalizing way she stroked his cock back to life.

"I think I would crawl across red hot coals to do this...enjoy you and Maria. I will gladly shovel all the shit that is needed...just so long as I get to enjoy your visits!" Of course they fucked one last time, four times she had made him cum, only a few more and he would have almost doubled the total of intimate experiences he had shared with Mary Kay and the whores of Paris in total. Yes, he would stay, and work any job that helped him have access to Bella...and if that included Maria so much the better!

Bella had warned him of the importance of staying hidden. This was a working barn and her father could possibly discover him at any time. He was actually safer than he realized, as the old man would not risk climbing a ladder, but he needed to stay up and out of sight from below to be safe from her father's realization.

He knew the moment must come, but he still hated hearing it. This had become a fantasy, a dream, and somehow as long as he stayed awake and she was with him, it had no danger of ending.

"I leave now, go home," He pulled her close for a moment. "I wish you didn't have to, I like you here, I think you like it too, no?" But she lived with her papa, and who knows who else, and it was probably already past when they expected her home.

She dressed, kissed him, and stressed, "No come down less I tell come down!" Ricky nodded, fully intending to do as she said, but of course he didn't. He watched her leave, and wondered when she might show up again, and when she did would it be the same combustion of passion it had been so far with each of her arrivals?

The nap earlier had refreshed him, so once she left he tossed and turned. It was dark in the barn, he couldn't even read one of the books he had with him. He thought about what she said, but figured, as long as he was not caught with her, what could the harm be? Surely he wasn't the only soldier who had happened about this tiny village, and he had no intent to be seen anyway.

Putting on his pants, t-shirt, shirt, jacked and boots, he moved as quietly as possible down the rickety ladder and slipped out of the barn, even latching it shut, as he knew it was unlocked. He had been so anxious to find the girls earlier, he had taken little notice of the village.

In all candor, there was not really anything to take notice of. He went down the small street, and found a slightly larger cobbelstone street where the village square was located. There were only a few stores, all closed. There was a market, a small bakery, a leathery and smith shop, an then he saw on the far corner a few lights in a small building that almost certainly was a pub.

A beer! Ricky thought, and his mouth watered. He thought about being seen, but there was nothing incriminating about a soldier walking into a local pub. He would even buy drinks if he did not seem welcome. He walked in and it was small, a handful of tables and a small bar with five stools and a portly man tending it. The man smile, "Un soldat ... américain ... bienvenue!" The smile and tone, not to mention how the man gestured to one of the stools made it clear he was very welcome. He looked over and there were only three other men in the place, and they were all huddled around some type of board, a game, and one of the man had just had a very successful role.

The bartender followed Ricky's gaze, "Jacquet..." He then realized Ricky did not speak fluid French, now what was the American word? Ah yes, "Backgammon...they play every night..." The man said cheerfully. Ricky was only vaguely familiar with the game having played a few times with his grandfather as a boy. "Would the soldier like somethiing...it is...on the house?" The man spoke in broken English but was engaging and Ricky appreciated it, but at a minimum he would leave a generous tip. "Yes, please, a lager...something on tap?"

Ricky did not see that one of the men from the table had gotten up, and was now hovering just slightly to his right, looking quizzically at the young, handsome soldier....

 

[BellaMiles]

"I think I would crawl across red hot coals to do this," Ricky told Bella as they each pleasured the other's most sensitive parts with their fingers. The end of his very emphatic statement was, "...enjoy you and Maria."

Most women regardless of age or nationality would likely have been jealous -- even violently so -- to have their new lover say they were sticking around her not just her but for another woman. But this was not that situation: from the moment she'd seen Ricky staring down at Maria's partially exposed ass, Bella had known that her friend was going to lose her virginity to this stranger from across the ocean.

The two of them went their separate ways for now, and a few minutes later Ricky was begin addressed by Hugo, the owner of the only pub in Lerzy, "Un soldat ... américain ... bienvenue!"

Over the minutes that followed, the four Frenchmen began making the American feel as though he was an honored guest, which in many ways he was. The three patrons and the long time barman engaged in an animated conversation in their own language, with Hugo often translating -- rather poorly -- for their English speaking guest.

One of the men at the backgammon board surrendered his seat to Ricky, followed by the other explaining the game in detail -- in French -- without understanding that his words, spoken with obvious inebriation, were of no use to the visitor. But somehow, a fresh game started, and Ricky was quickly playing as well as anyone in the pub had all night.

One man wasn't involved in the game, though, watching Ricky with great interest from several feet away. At one point, the soldier caught sight of the man studying him and made contact. Hugo, seeing the exchange, announced, "This is Jean Pierre. We call him JP, but you can call him ... well ... JP!"

The men around the game laughed, with one of them reaching out to pull the man nearer. They spoke in French as expected, and ultimately Jean Pierre held his hand out toward Ricky, saying, "Bienvenue à Lerzy."

JP didn't engage in the conversation that continued onward, but he did take a seat at the bar to watch the game and watch Ricky. At one point, Hugo got involved in a back and forth with JP that was one part argument, one part comedy act. Near the end of it, Ricky won his first game of backgammon.

"You go with JP," Hugo announced, adding, "We close, and you won, so you go with JP."

It took a full two minutes for Hugo to explain in his broken English that the argument with Jean Pierre had been about the man's current and somewhat troubling tab at the pub. Hugo had been prepared to ask the American soldier if he had a place to stay for the night, ready to invite him to take the empty room in the back that had once been occupied by his now-dead soldier of a nephew.

But what with JP owing him money for weeks of unpaid mugs of beer, Hugo had bet on the now-finished game, and -- with Ricky's victory -- JP had lost. The bar owner finally got his explanation through to the soldier, then told everyone in French to go home to their wives and families, "Nous sommes fermés. Rentre chez toi, tout le monde, rentre chez toi."

Jean Pierre stood, made eye contact with Ricky, and said with a rather dour tone, "Come."

It was one of the only words he knew in English.

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky wondered if he had made a mistake walking into the small pub, but walk in he did. Hugo absolved those fears. He was welcomed into their confines, served delicious local beers, less than half he was allowed to pay for. Luigi was not the sole source of comfort. The men their, older, haggard were of good heart and willingly opened up to the young American.

Ricky had had himself a day, and was now trying to figure out how he might have an extended stay in Lerzy. It was amazing how fast ones plans could change. Less than 12 hours earlier he was headed to Paris to live out one last adventure, and now, that thought had paled into insignificance, replaced by a girl who was everything he had ever wanted, and a second girl who might take even that to a brand new height!

One of the patrons stood up, and gave Ricky his seat. He looked at the others who smiled and similarly indicated the spot was his to enjoy a game of backgammon. It was fun, he had to stay, it was no Bella, not even close, but she was gone for the night, and...well...a man did what he could.

Backgammon is an interesting game, a game of luck and minimal strategy, and for at least the night, by the second game, Ricky was hot. You threw two dice, if you threw 1's and 2's, you were barely able to make progress, if you threw 5's and 6's it was a far easier tract, and if you threw doubles, you moved up to four pieces rather than two.

Game two, the one he won, he should have been in Vegas, as he threw any result he needed, and he won the game and the $2 bet. At first he didn't notice JP, or how JP noticed him. It wasn't until later than night he would understand, JP had a daughter, a daughter that the father was increasingly concerned was growing older with little to no local prospects.

The night drew to a close, and Ricky was given the offer of staying at LP's by Luigi, LP seemed far less enthusiastic. Hugo explained how LP had struggled in his farm, and as he turned to the pub to drown his sorrows, he was unable to cover his vice.

Ricky had noticed late in the night how close JP was paying attention to him, and he had no idea why. This was a small, very small, quaint and provincial town, Ricky assumed he was just unused to having an American soldier in their midst.

Jean Pierre stood, made eye contact with Ricky, and said with a rather dour tone, "Come." Ricky wasn't sure, his mind immediately went to Bella, what would she do if he weren't there in the morning when she looked for him. Of course that didn't have to be the case, he could get up early and be there at sunrise, he was used to that in the army.

His thought was a bit longer term, the barn was probably not sustainable, he would need a place, Bella had already described a job...and the perks...both of them. "Wait a minute...let me talk to Hugo please?" He turned to the barkeep who had treated him so well. "May I ask, what is the tab?"

Hugo had started to write off the debt and that would be painful as he barely cleared $40 per week. "$80" He said nervously and Ricky whistled. It was more than he hoped, but this was an opportunity to potentially secure a month or more of housing. Ricky took out his wallet. Four $20 dollar bills later, JP's tab was clear.

He saw the change in the man's disposition and followed him. They turned down a path Ricky recognized, as he saw the barn where he had enjoyed Bella. The ban stopped before walking in. "I have daughter...no touch!" The message was plain and simple, and Ricky shook his head, he had more than enough women to keep him happy.

However when the opened the door, and he walked inside Ricky's heart leaped, and then dropped. "Your daughter?" Ricky asked, and the man nodded. "Bella, rencontrez le soldat américain?" He asked his daughter to introduce herself. Ricky and Bella's eyes locked and she did exactly that, curtseying but a devlish look in her eye. Ricky gave a short bow to the woman by who's hand, mouth and pussy he had already cum four times this day, "Nice to meet you...Bella...very nice!"

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella had already donned her nightgown for bed and was awaiting her father's return from the pub when she heard his voice outside. She couldn't make out the words, and she would sworn they were in English, which was unusual as he only knew maybe 60 or 70 words and they hardly ever strung together in a sentence longer than the number of fingers on one of his old, arthritic hands.

She set her nearly empty mug of warm milk aside and stood to go greet him, expecting him to be tilted side to side like a giant tree in a heavy wind. Papa had become a rather consistent drinker since Mama died just before the war began, and if it hadn't been for Bella and Aunt Charlotte -- Jean Pierre's sister and the wife of the pair of relatives with whom Bella had found Ricky work -- the old, slightly hunched over farmer would likely have lost the estate by now.

Bella had her usual expectations when the door opened, expectations that were anything but usual when she found her Papa resting a hand on the shoulder of the Soldat américain for balance.

After Ricky showed his own bit of shock at the sight of the young woman in whom he'd cum three or four times just this afternoon, he asked the older man, "Your daughter?"

"Bella, rencontrez le soldat américain?"

Managing to contain the laughter that was threatening to erupt from her, Bella gave Ricky a slight curtsey, adding, "Is nice to meet you Soldat américain..."

And then unable to contain the smile, added, "...for first time."

"Nice to meet you...Bella...very nice!"

The girl hurried forward to take her father's weight from Ricky, apologizing for his state of inebriation. As she did so, her back turned to Ricky, and just for fun she reached back and gave his groin a quick grope. Moving away, she peeked back over her shoulder and said, "Please, Soldat américain, make comfortable at fire. I will--"

Jean Pierre barked out an order in French, to which Bella -- explaining in English, for Ricky, obviously -- countered, "Our guest no need a drink, and you no need one, too, Papa."

JP was again rambling, this time in a mix of French and English that included the words Soldat américain and welcome. Bella laughed loudly, and just before she guided her father through the door, she looked back to Ricky and said, "Papa, I already make Soldat américain welcome. Believe me."

Bella disappeared into the bedroom with her father and spent a couple of minutes getting him out of most of his clothes and into his nightshirt. She'd barely gotten the bedding pulled back before he fell into the mattress. She pulled the blankets over him, said a few words of comfort, kissed his forehead, and blew out the candle that had been burning in anticipation of his return.

"How here, Soldat américain?" Bella asked in a whispering growl when she returned to the other room. She was trying to appear angry but couldn't keep the smile from spreading her lips. She moved closer to Ricky, wanting so badly to throw herself into his arms. But there was a lantern and two candles illuminating the interior of the home and plenty of windows through which the nosy neighbors could spy upon her and the young male foreigner now standing in her home. "You not be here!"

Bella couldn't help but giggle suddenly, looking to her father's still open bedroom door, then to the windows through which she couldn't see. She pointed to a chair near the fire and demanded, "Asseyez-vous! Sit!"

She backed away from him, putting a second chair between him and her. She looked him over and literally gave out a hungry growl, asking softly, "What am I supposed to do with you now?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky could not have been more surprised and honestly pleased at seeing Bella. And as he saw her, he found his entire body was reacting, his heart every bit as much as his cock, which he found interesting. The initial attraction to Bella, well Bella and Maria, had been physical, and that had been amazing. However, as he first made love to her, and then fucked her, again and yet again, facets of this girl continued to emerge, and each one he found as or more appealing than the last.

As she had laid in his arms earlier, sharing wine and cheese, he had really enjoyed her there. And it was amazing how much he had missed her when she left. She was the most fascinating girl he had ever met, and he really was looking forward to more, little had he thought he would find her again tonight.

As she came back in, Ricky looked around the room, as they had entered he had noticed the relative ease of looking in given the light inside compared to the pure black of the French night. She had asked him to sit. Softly asked him, "What am I supposed to do with you now?"

The light from the fire was warm and romantic, the rest overkill. So before he answered Ricky went and squashed the other small lights in the room, and then he looked toward JP's door that Bella had seemingly, intentionlly left ajar and then back at her, seeing if she might want to change that.

He wasn't sure what he wanted or she would be comfortable with....well, he really, really wanted to make slow, passionate love to the beautiful young French girl, but he would gladly settle for the chance to simply hold her on the rug infront of the fire and enjoy as the light from the flames danced across her.

"I heard you tell your father that you had welcomed me already..." He was smiling barely able to not laugh. "Thank you for that...I can't imagine a friendlier town." He then teased. "However, I want to be honest with you...I met today, La fille française la plus incroyable et la plus belle...the most amazing and beautiful French girl...and I can't seem to think of anything else?"

He did not sit in the chair, but instead moved in front of the fire and laid down on the plush rug. He looked up at her...and patted the area next to him..."Would you like to enjoy the fire with me?"

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella laughed softly, then blushed at Ricky's appreciation of her welcoming him to her village.

"Soldat américain is hero, is welcome in our village," Bella said with a seductive smile. One of her hands moved slowly to her belly, took hold of her nightgown, and pulled it up a few inches in a manner that was all so inappropriate here, while her father slept just feet away. She practically purred to him, "Soldat américain is welcome anywhere in our village."

She watched Ricky as he got comfortable on the rug before the fire, asking, "Would you like to enjoy the fire with me?"

"I would," she responded, her other hand moving to her crotch as her feet moved a few extra inches apart. Then, as her fingers began pressing against her labia and clit and her bosom swelled with a deeply drawn breath, Bella feigned a serious pout and said, "But Papa hear me scream while Ricky fuck me, so, no."

Bella snatched up a quilt folded neatly over the back of a chair and threw it at the man. She blew him a kiss and said, "Sleep tight, Soldat américain."

And with that, she turned and hurried -- giggling -- to the door at the end of the hall. But before she disappeared from Ricky's sight, she turned, pulled her nightgown to flash her little pink panties, and told him, "Dream of me tonight."

And with that, she laughed again and closed the door. A moment later, the obvious sound of a lock bolt closing would come down the hallway.

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky had perked up as her hand slid to slide her nightgown up a bit, and then as her hand clearly fondled the mound he had gotten to know quite intimately earlier in the day. Maybe she would entertain more than cuddling, but why wasn't she closing her father's door.

Ricky knew the state JP was in quite well. While not a huge drinker himself, Ricky had helped many an inebriated comrade collapse into a bunk, and knew nothing short of a hand grenade hitting the barracks would the men stir other than the loudest and most obnoxious snoring that the highly drunk seemed to require.

So, her response, "I would,...But Papa hear me scream while Ricky fuck me, so, no."

He wanted to give her the response she had given earlier...."No...no not fuck...make love...sweet passionate love." He did not get the opportunity as the girl who had so satisfied him earlier, now seemed to quite enjoy being a bit of a cock tease, and leaving his balls at least a mildly interesting tint of blue!

The she did her drop the mic move, flashing the pink panties he would like to have that very minute been removing from her petite hips and giving him a flirtatious goodnight, "Dream of me tonight." Ricky decided to curl up with the quilt and grabbed a small pillow from her couch. The fire felt good and he was soon asleep.

Ricky was not one to remember his dreams, which was a blessing. Very few soldiers had good ones. However, in the morning, if he was found, he would be found with a massive hard on. So, remember or not, the dreams had to have been Bella as she now consumed him. Well, Bella, with perhaps just a hint of Maria!

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella awoke to the usual sounds of her father moving about his bedroom; he'd never been the soft shoed sort of person. Immediately, her thoughts went to the second man in the house. She leaped out of her bed, checked and fixed her hair, and chewed some spearmint cut fresh the day before and left soaking in a tiny vial of spring water.

Hurrying out into the living room, she found Ricky still sound asleep. Her eyes immediately went to the tented blanket over his groin, causing her to smile with delight. Hearing her father now in his boots -- and thus ready to emerge -- Bella hurried over to Ricky, jostled him awake, and pressed her mouth to him in a short yet erotic kiss as one hand found his morning wood.

"Hide this from Papa!" she said, kissing him quickly again before standing again and hurrying for the kitchen. When her father emerged from the bedroom and saw Ricky, he stopped short with a look of shock. Bella moved to Jean Pierre quickly, reminding him, "Papa, the Soldat américain you bring home last night from pub, he ask if he can help you in fields today. His name is..."

She looked to Ricky and asked with a wink her father couldn't see, "You name is Robert, oui?"

After they got the names straight, Bella returned to the kitchen. She, with help from Jean Pierre, got breakfast and coffee going. She glanced Ricky's way a few times, always looking to her watchful father afterward and then back to her work; she wanted him to believe she was intrigued with the handsome Soldat américain but not so much that he'd have to watch her closely all day.

Jean Pierre spoke to his daughter off and on during the meal, and Bella in turn spoke to Ricky, translating her father's questions and comments. She found it ironic and very convenient that her father suggested that Ricky ask his sister if she had both work and a spare room for the man. As she made the offer to Ricky, Bella pretended as though she hadn't already arranged exactly that.

As Jean Pierre stood and went to the hat rack in the corner of the house, the door of the little house suddenly opened without notice. Maria flew inside, found Bella, and with a panic on her face and voice quickly began ranting at her friend in French while pointing toward the barn.

"Papa est là!"

Bella cut the younger girl off with a loudly voiced but vague warning that her father was still in the house. She nodded her head toward the corner and a confused older man. Maria went silent, looking back and only then seeing Ricky. She bowed her head in fear that she'd said something that had blown their secret. But Jean Pierre hadn't heard anything incriminating, and after telling Maria and his daughter to have a nice day, he headed out. Bella bid her farewell, then looked to Maria and chastised her.

 

[Homerun2611]

Papa

Ricky had awoken as Bella popped in, feeling the searing and amazing kiss, and her hand gripping his cock. He looked around, what was happening, what about her concerns of Papa from last night? She told him to hide it...and so he thought about war, dysentery, and the problem was solved. Bella had popped into the small kitchen to begin breakfast preparation. Papa had come into the room and at first seemed surprised. He was still a bit foggy from the hangover, but Bella reminded him and it all came back. The soldier, the pub, the tab and the invite to stay.

Bella would have made a fine actress, and Ricky had to suppress a laugh. She looked to Ricky and asked with a wink her father couldn't see, "You name is Robert, oui?" Ricky looked at the poor man with blood shot eyes. "No sir, Richard, Ricky, we met at the pub?? Papa nodded, something unintelligible but apparently acknowledging and they all sat down and enjoyed breakfast, until Maria came popping in, speaking excitedly!

Papa sat in the corner, thinking thoughts in French and thinking about the young people now in his house. Papa had loved Bella's mother very much, just as he also loved his daughter. Bella's mother's death had been quick with little notice, and he had felt hollow inside ever since. He had turned to drink more often afterwards than he should, but it at least dulled the pain and loneliness.

He watched Bella, and he knew he depended too much on her, it was not her job to care for an old man. He also knew his daughter was getting older, and that was concerning too. He and her mother had married at 16, built a life and family together in this village. The war had been difficult, and his drinking hadn't helped. He was barely keeping things afloat, and he would have nothing for even a modest dowery.

When he had walked into the pub, he had watched the young man. He had met few Americans in his life, but the young man was handsome, and the American soldiers were heroes, or so he thought. This was the type of young man possibly worthy of his sweet Bella. But she was sweet and naive, and while he considered the potential for a match, he was also even more concerned about his daughter's purity, he had watched the soldier carefully, and so far he liked what he saw.

Even he saw the irony, as the even younger Maria came bouncing into the house mentioning something of the barn. He tried to think, had he forgotten to shut the door last evening? He might have, luckily other than hay or one of his horses or plows, there was little to steal. Yes, Maria, she was beautiful, just like his Bella, and over the last year he had become increasingly aware of these two flowers blooming before him.

Of course Bella was his daughter, but Maria, sometimes when she came in with Bella, they had been out and about, and she was disheveled. Papa had seen the brief glances of her firm young buttox in her short dress or her young, full breasts which sometimes she forgot to fully button. He had tried to ignore, not think about it, but, late at night, when he most missed mama, it had been those thoughts of Maria that had helped him "relieve his burden"!

He was ashamed, he would confess the next time he went to mass, but in the meantime, he smiled at Maria. "Es-tu ici pour jouer avec Bella?" Was she here to play with Bella? He used the term like they were little girls, but looking at them, they were no longer little, they were big in all the most beautiful ways. His French roses, in full bloom! Again he looked at the American, and tried to decide how he should feel about him? He had paid his tab, that was a relief. And he and Bella at least were friendly.

"Bella, pourquoi Maria et toi ne donnes pas un peu de visite à Richard, avant de l'emmener rencontrer sa sœur, lui montrer un peu notre village?" Bella, why don't you and Maria give Richard a bit of a tour, before taking him to meet sister, show him a bit of our village? He smiled, maybe there would be a spark?

Little did he know how much they had already seen together, but the girls giggled at his question and he blushed. He knew his Bella would do as he asked, she was such a good girl! He got up and headed out, looking at Bella. "Sœur montrera à Richard ce qu'il doit faire, nous pouvons utiliser l'aide, il ressemble à un gentil garçon fort, non? Peut-être qu'il un moment? "

Bella had heard him clearly, "Sister will show Richard what he should do, we can use the help, he looks like a nice strong boy, no? Maybe he will stay a while?" Papa walked out before he received any response, maybe things were looking up a bit?

 

[BellaMiles]

(OOC: I don't remember naming the uncle and aunt, so let's call them Louis and Daniella.)

Bella had caught her father's little smirk during his thoughts of sparks taking place between her and the American. She didn't understand the reason behind it, nor did she understand how he was sending her and Maria off with the male stranger.

She and Papa had rarely talked about her future in regards to a husband except in very vague terms: One day when you meet the right man, or A good man will come along one day, maybe one of the boys returning from the War. But never in a million years would Jean Pierre had suggested to Bella that she contemplate becoming bride to a foreigner, particularly to a Yank who -- obviously -- would be heading back across the Atlantic to the America.

"Does he know?" Maria asked in her given language after having noted the same little grin. "Did you tell--"

"No! No!" Bella responded sticking with the tongue of their upbringing. She contemplated a moment, looking at Ricky, then gazing at Maria again said with a bit less certainty, "No. No, there's no chance. He would have taken a switch to my back side. He still thinks I'm a virgin."

Bella thought she caught a reaction from Ricky to her use of the word vierge. Did he know that French word? She smiled widely. Yeah, Soldat américain, you would know that word, wouldn't you?

Maria asked some more questions, glancing shyly at Ricky a couple of times, then quickly diverting her eyes when he looked her way. Bella explained to the man what her father had said about showing him around the village, then introducing him to her uncle and aunt.

"We do that now, immédiatement, get way out ... out of way, oui?" Bella asked. She bounded over to Ricky, looked to the windows for prying eyes, then gave him a quick but wet kiss on the lips. Softly, she told him, "Show village, meet family, do chores ... then go to woods and fuck, oui?"

Maria gasped, said some words in shock, and turned a bright red. But Bella was already hurrying for the door, grasping her friend's hand as she passed and calling back to Ricky, "Come, Soldat américain, things to do! Things to do!"

The girls made their way down the old, worn, decrepit cobble stone road, still holding hands and usually a few yards ahead of Ricky. They leaned into one another repeatedly, whispering sometimes, talking openly other moments. They called out greetings to some of the villagers who took note of them, the American, or both; each time, Bella briefly explained that the Soldat américain was going to labor for her father while living at her uncle and aunts, an attempt to minimize any rumors of intimacy between one -- or both? -- of the girls and the American.

"Uncle Louis and Aunt Daniella," Bella began once they'd reached the pig farm a hundred meters or so past the last village house, "this is Ricky. He is American soldier hero, come work for Papa and you if you need help."

Bella was speaking to them in English, and they greeted Ricky in that language as well. Bella explained, "Uncle and Aunt live in England many years. Learn English better than me."

They discussed the farm and the never ending supply of work that needed to be done. Louis was afraid he couldn't afford to pay what Ricky would want and had a hesitant tone when he offered room and board and the equivalent of about $4 US a day. He couldn't know that that was twice the average cash pay for an American soldier with less than 3 years of service.

Once they'd settled all of that -- which Bella pushed to get finished as quickly as possible -- the pair of them were off again, searching for Jean Pierre. They found him tending some grape vines, and Bella caught him up on the meeting with the family. She asked her father some questions, to which the man gave an answer that was obviously in the negative.

"Soldat américain va le réparer," she told him, turning to Ricky and informing him, "I tell Papa you will fix gate, by spring, oui?"

And like that, the three of them were off to the barn for tools -- and Ricky's blankets -- and down the now familiar trail they went, passed the tiny meadow where Bella and her new lover had found so much joy, and onward. They stopped at the artesian well to refresh themselves and -- for two of them at least -- make out just enough so that when she reached down, Bella found Ricky getting hard again.

Laughing, she led them to the gate, telling Ricky, "We fix quick, leave, go have fun."

That seemed to be enough for the American, and in less than five minutes the gate was repaired and the trio were heading up a trail through a thicker forest. They came to a tiny opening of grass surrounded by tall trees and hidden in the shadows.

They'd brought a cloth sack filled with crackers, cheeses, meat, and the like, including a bottle of wine. Bella spread out the blanket and food, and the three of them began picnicking. The glances between them were telling, sometimes flirtatious, sometimes downright obvious in their hunger. The two girls continued to talk softly to one another in French, often giggling, sometimes putting their mouths to each other's ears in case the man with them understood the words they were passing back and forth.

Finally, once they'd eaten their fill and finished off the bottle of wine, Bella asked Ricky the same question she'd asked him the day before. "Would Soldat américain like watch two beautiful French girls make love?"

The difference today, though, was that the younger of the two showed no signs of resisting the idea.

 

[Homerun2611]

As JP walked out he had addressed Bella and then once he left the girls were quickly chatting, pretty animatedly and Ricky looked on quizzically. "Is there a problem?" Bella had convinced him no, her father, might actually like him. Ricky laughed, not so much that JP liked him, but that Bella was so surprised. Of course there was something JP knew that neither Maria or Bella did.

The prior night while at the local pub, the men had been full of questions for Ricky, and he had answered honestly, at least how he honestly felt in that moment. "With the war over, are you anxious to go home?" Now the men had asked in a combination of French and broken English, but Hugo filled in the gaps. "It will be nice to go home eventually, but...I am in no hurry." Now if you had asked him yesterday, his answer might have been different. However, Ricky had just enjoyed the most erotic afternoon of his young life, and better yet, Bella had promised to return in the morning. So going home? Bettendorf could wait...indefinitely!

They had asked him what he wanted to be, and he had told them an author a writer, like Salinger or Hemingway! He had told them how he was a romantic and his father wanted him to be an accountant or engineer, something practical. "France, France! Si vous voulez être un artiste ... un auteur ... la France est l'endroit où vous devez apprendre!" The man had been so animated, telling Ricky in no uncertain terms, that if he wanted to be an artist or an author, then he must study in France! It was a compelling argument, and suddenly the idea of staying or going to Paris, Hell he was 20, and Europe, France, Paris...seemed like a very compelling option!

it was funny as Bella did not seem pleased and Ricky wasn't sure why? And then he understood a bit, as her father linking him was indelibly linked to his belief his daughter was pure and Ricky would respect that. Uh oh! She explained that he was supposed to get a tour and meet her aunt and uncle who would employ and board him.

"We do that now, immédiatement, get way out ... out of way, oui?" Bella asked. She bounded over to Ricky, looked to the windows for prying eyes, then gave him a quick but wet kiss on the lips. Softly, she told him, "Show village, meet family, do chores ... then go to woods and fuck, oui?"

He laughed, "Village, family, chores...FUCK...sounds like a plan that works for me!" And off they went and they did exactly that, Ricky liked the Aunt and Uncle. The Aunt had given him a good long look up and down and seemed to approve, her husband had not noticed. The pay was fair and allowed him to stay. He had no plan right now, other than enjoying time with Bella and Maria and letting this fantasy play out as it may! It was comforting that her Aunt and Uncle spoke fluid English. There was also a picture of a very pretty blonde girl who couldn't be more than 20. Ricky would ask Bella about that later.

Bella was an amazing young woman, sometimes he felt they were all players and she was the orchestra leader. At least for now, he was more than willing to turn himself over to her plan as so far it had exceeded any expectation he could have had.

Fixing the gate was simple, and he realized that while they were probably very good farmers, they weren't great mechanics. Ricky had worked the last two summer and some weekends in his Uncle's garage, and he could basically take apart and put together an engine or even an entire car with his eyes close.

The work done, they were off again, Bella and Maria bouncing happily, talking nearly nonstop. He enjoyed watching them, they were cute, sexy, charming...but Bella knew to occassionally stop and give him the hottest of kisses and most seductive of touches, making sure Soldat Américain ws completely engaged and did not feel like an intruder.

They had set out the picnic and Ricky wondered if this was the two girls near everyday life? If so, it was quite a life! The food and wine were delicious and Ricky was looking forward to dessert. He had lost hope of anything with Maria and was honestly very happy with Bella, but instead it was groundhog day as Ricky was once again asked, "Would Soldat américain like watch two beautiful French girls make love?"

Ricky looked at Bella, hoping that was not all? But then he looked at Maria, and she was almost equally eager, had this been one of their conversations? Ricky sat up on the blanket, but this time he did not initiate anything with either. This time he simply looked at Bella, "Yes, yes I would!"

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella smiled broadly at Ricky's answer that he'd like to see her and Maria make love. She giggled and whispered to Maria in French, and Maria in turn giggled and turn red as she had so many times before. The slight older girl moved closer to the younger, putting her mouth up close to an ear and whispering again; as she did, her right hand found Maria's cotton covered thigh and caressed it softly.

Then, with slow movements, Bella found Maria's lips with her own, and the two engaged in a slow, soft, and very erotic kiss. The older girl's head was tilted away from Ricky, and when their mouths separated -- with a bit of saliva stringing between them snapping after a second or two -- Maria peeked the man's direction, blushed, and looked away.

Bella looked to Ricky, too, smiling as she recalled yesterday morning at the artesian well and the incident that started all of this. She reached up to the other teen's face, turned her mouth back, and again met it. As the passion began heating, other steps were taken to heat up the third person there as well: Bella let a hand caress its way down over one of Maria's pert breasts, then down farther, tracing her curves -- belly, hip, thigh -- until it began to slip up under the hemline of her dress; Marie caress a young firm tit, too, but then began unbuttoning the front of her lover's dress, from collar bone down her sternum to her belly.

And all the while, each of them occasionally peeked over to the American to ensure that he was enjoying the show. Bella was watching Maria and Maria was watching Ricky must as the older girl's curled fingers slipped into the other's panties and found her clit with the back of the digits. Maria drew a sharp breath at the touch, looking back to her friend.

"Es-tu sûr?" Maria asked, again looking to Ricky as she drew another reactive breath.

"Yes," Bella responded, kissing her friend's neck with an open, wet mouth, then speaking to ensure Ricky understood, "I'm sure."

That was the last moment there was any sign of doubt from either of the girls. They kissed passionately again as Bella continued to pleasure the girl's sensitive nub out of sight of either of them. Then, after she spoke a few words to Maria, they both rose to their knees and pulled the other's dress up over her head, leaving each in just their bra and panties. They returned to their passionate embrace, then Bella popped loose Maria's bra, laid her back, removed her panties, and began kissing her way down the petite, tight body of her lover.

Just before she -- now on her knees and elbows -- pressed her mouth to her friend's glistening folds, Bella looked to Ricky and smiled. She pulled her panties off one hip, exposing the curve of a buttock cheek, waggled her hind end a bit, then suggested, "If Soldat américain want fuck ... now is good time."

And then she turned and put her mouth to the pussy before her, causing Maria to gasp again as her fingers grasped blanket cloth in them ... her gaze set on Ricky with a desperate look.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bella's question made Ricky smile, thinking of a very sexy, and ultra female, Don Vito Corleone in the "Godfather", "let me make you an offer you can't refuse?" Such was her question, for the only way to engage with the young and beautiful Maria was for Ricky to establish a non participating, but ringside seat. Maria had a different look in her eyes today as she looked at him, bashful? Yes, scared?, No...and he even sensed a bit of curiosity. And so he had very willingly agreed and taken a spot on the edge of the blanket, sitting up, resting with his hands and arms straight and slightly behind him, one extended leg crossed over the other. Showtime!

It should have probably felt awkward being a voyeur, but it did not. For Bella, and even Maria often gave him looks, sexy and inclusive looks, they knew he was there, and seeming wanted him there, clearly available at their beck and call! As he would have thought, Bella was the aggressor, but of very willing and increasingly reciprocal prey.

They took their time, kissing and playing through their clothes before Bella slid her hand up and inside Maria's dress, and clearly progressing down into her panties, to tease and taunt her little button. "Es-tu sûr?" She moaned as she fought letting her eyes roll back in her head in pure wanton lust. "Yes," Bella responded, kissing her friend's neck with an open, wet mouth, then speaking to ensure Ricky understood, "I'm sure." Came the confident response the younger girl so desperately needed.

Ricky had been getting hard, adjusting slightly in his seat from the first kiss, but when Bella's hand clearly was entering Maria's most private domain...his flag was at full furl, throbbing and aching for freedom.

He bit his lips and squirmed at the subsequent unveiling of their perfect, young bodies. Independently they were gorgeous, but in concert, truly magnificent! Maria had slightly larger, fuller breasts, perhaps a touch of adorable baby fat, but still a fabulous firm ass as she had unwittingly showed Ricky the day before, with Bella's assistance of course. Bella was tighter, more of a dancer's body, smallish but equally perfect breasts, and a tone to her body that was sensually feline.

Bella guided Maria back and removed her panties, making sure Ricky got a good look and clear ability to view and enjoy her lover's virgin honey pot. He did look and he did enjoy, these girls were a bevy of treasures, each one more inviting and enticing than the last. Bella was now on her elbows and about to go down on Maria, when she slipped her panties off one cheek and gave Ricky the nod he had been dying for. "If Soldat américain want fuck ... now is good time."


Ricky felt his entire body tense, similar to the sensation he had just before he came, this was pure adrenaline and his body acknowledging just how ready for action he was. He simply nodded and smiled his most charming smile, his eyes dancing at Bella and then at Maria as he stood up. Earlier in the session he had removed his boots and socks getting comfortable. So once standing he peeled his t-shirt up over his body, naturally flexing and letting the girls, if they so looked, enjoy the view of his arms over his head, his pecs flexed and hovering over washboard abs. The girls were beautiful, but Ricky was too!

As he reached for his belt unfastening it, he watched both sets of eyes focus on him, and they should have been pleased as he pulled down his pants and shorts in unison and his pretty cock sprang forth, hard, proud and just barely leaking precum. If the girls wanted a review of the little show they were conducting, Ricky gave them a standing ovation!

Ricky moved kneeling down one knee, between Bella's legs, and guided her panties down over her hips. Bella had lowered her mouth and was kissing and suckling her friends soft pink folds and abundant nectar, and Ricky ran his index finger from where Bella's hair touched her back, all the way down her spine and then down over the curve of her ass.

Ricky helped her slide the panties completely off her body before moving his other knee inside of her legs, and reaching under to tease her clit with her middle finger, before sliding it up inside her inner folds. He could not help but moan feeling her wetness, he wanted to think some of that were for him, but looking over her shoulder at Maria's perfect body, and hard nipples, splayed out before her, moaning loudly now as Bella was obviously as talented at cunnilingus as she had been at giving Ricky amazing head!

Ricky spread her cheeks with his palms and leaned in as his cock easily aligned its head to her target. He moaned and heard someone, Bella? Maria? Both? As he pressed the tip inside. "You are sure now is a good time?" He teased and began to push himself further inside of her. Her reactions were perfect, and it was incredible to lock eyes with Maria as I penetrated her lover, while her lover penetrated her.

It felt incredible to be inside Bella again...and in this position Ricky would be able to go both deep and hard. However, like yesterday, he took his time, letting Bella stretch and consume him, but eventually he was deep, all the way in...and then he started to slowly saw in and out...

 

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As she lapped at her female lover's pussy, Bella peeked upwards to find Maria's gaze shifting often from her to the man undressing behind her. The differences in the younger French girl's expression as her eyes shifted was obvious; looking upwards, her face was filled with awe at the perfect man who was slowly becoming more and more naked, and looking lower, Maria's expression changed a bit to astonishment, as she couldn't believe she was not only engaged in a threesome with her best friend and a foreign stranger but that that foreign stranger's amazing cock was just minutes away from being inside of her.

Yes, the two girls had indeed decided that Maria would lose her virginity this day with this man. All the whispering in French as the trio made their way about the village had been about nothing other than what was about to happen. Maria hadn't been sure as to whether it was the right decision initially: I should save myself, my purity, my flower for the man I marry.

But Bella had wanted this, had wanted to not just share Maria with the American but share the American with Maria. Ricky hadn't been the only one here today who'd long fantasized about laying with more than one person at a time. In her original versions of the ménage à trois, two men had worked together to drive her to heights of pleasure of which she'd never partaken; after becoming lovers with Maria, though, most of those fantasies had included her and a third lover sporting a big, beautiful cock.

She felt her panties being stripped from her body, then Ricky's cock pressing against her wet hole, then pushing inside. He teased, "You are sure now is a good time?"

"J’en suis sûr," Bella confirmed, shoving her pussy back upon Ricky's cock, causing it to ram a couple of inches deeper; she grunted at the sharp pain within her too-tight muscles, then giggled, adding, "It is the best of times."

Bella peeked up beyond Maria's also neatly trimmed muff of curls and found the teen's eyes now firmly upon the American. She returned to lapping at the other teen's folds, the tip of her tongue always finding Maria's clit at the end. The younger French beauty whispered to Bella, asking what it felt like to have Ricky inside her. Bella smiled, pulled back one of the arms that had been wrapped around Maria's leg, and gently inserted an extended finger inside the girl's wet hole.

Maria -- who had already been writhing and moaning, tensed throughout with a quickly drawn breath, then released it with a moan. She whispered to Bella, who whispered back. The older girl probed about a bit, then added a second finger to the intrusion.

"Deep, slow," Bella said, turning her head back to look up to Ricky. She smiled, then repeated with more clarification, "Fuck me deep, slow. I will fuck Maria, deep, slow."

As the American began a consistent in and out of her pussy, Bella began doing the same to Maria's hole with the two, wet fingers. The younger girl's gaze set on Ricky, and after a minute or so she told Bella it was just like being fucked by the man.

"No, no it's not," Bella countered in French. "You'll see."

She didn't need to explain to Maria that when she got her chance to get fucked by the American, that she'd understand the difference. Maria knew what was ahead. Bella returned to licking her friend's clit, now faster and harder with a consistent, well tested up and down movement as the two fingers continued their back and forth. Maria's gentle writhing became far more animated, and -- with her eyes still firmly on Ricky as he fucked Bella -- she began inhaling bigger breaths and holding them longer, until finally she arched, reached her hands out from her side to clench tightly to the blanket, and began letting out sharp cries of ecstasy as the explosion of pleasure flooded through her.

Bella kept at it until her friend begged her to stop, "Arrêter! Arrêter! Aucun."

The older girl did, then looked back to Ricky and said pretty much the same to him in a softer tone, "Stop, no more."

Bella laid forward over Maria's body, crawling up until she was close enough to kiss her tits, then her neck. She rolled off the girl, laying beside her as she looked back to Ricky; he was still on his knees, his glistening cock pointing out before him, desperate. Bella looked to her childhood friend's opened pussy, then reached to it and parted the outer labia.

"Careful," she said, hoping he remembered that Maria was a virgin. Then, just to be sure, she said, "Virgin. No hurt my friend."

Maria, still in the throes of climax, opened her eyes and look to Ricky again. She took in his face, his cock, his beautiful body, then reached a trembling hand up toward him. She whispered, "Please."