Let's Save France

The letter came from the Countess Jeanette de Belfort, which initially meant nothing to him. When she mentioned that she had been his pupil 50 years ago, the girl who loved to ride out in the morning naked without her breeches, he immediately remembered. She needed his help immediately, her granddaughter needed him, immediately. He replied briefly that he was on his way. He spent one last night in the arms of the sweet Princess af Berling, who at 34 was a graceful and lovely fucking girl.

The ship's passage to La Rochelle took 3 days, he really wanted to be alone, but Princess Alexandra Wolkoff from St. Petersburg was glued to his heels. He recognized immediately that she was a completely impudent impostor, coming from the south, Picardy or Languedoc perhaps, judging by her French. She didn't speak Russian either, apart from "Da" and "Njet". He resigned himself to fucking her twice a day. She was very experienced and he had no regrets. He avoided any discussion about her great projects, where he could double his fortune overnight, guaranteed!

In the spring of 1934 the barge from La Rochelle landed in Paris; the Wolkoff had missed the barge by only minutes. He took a carriage to the Countess. She lived on an entire floor in a classicist palace in the city center. The porter took his luggage and led him to the first floor. He didn't wait 2 minutes, the Countess asked.

Never in his life would he have recognized the plump 70‐year‐old white‐haired countess as the young tomboy who had her childish orgasms while riding with her bare ass. They greeted each other and she staggered into the nearest chair. "Francesco, you haven't gotten a day older!" He sat down and held her hand. "It is the will of heaven," he said quietly. He had been adopted, he lied according to his made‐up CV, his name was now Frank Butterill and he was a Knight of Great Britain, a loyal subject of the kingdom. And he is still a tutor like before.

The Countess caught herself and nodded. "I take the ways of the Lord seriously," she said, "forgive me for being frightened. I had you investigated and wrote to you in my time of need, because I need your help, Francesco, Frank!" He nodded and replied that he had come and would like to hear how her life turned out.

"Oh Frank, thanks to your teaching I have had a beautiful and very sexually fulfilled life. I followed your instructions and fucked all the suitors extensively for two years. The winner was Count Belfort, a man with a strong loin, who gave me a daughter, Audrey. Unfortunately he died 18 years ago and I haven't had a husband since then, I mourned him. I left Belfort Castle to his younger brother, he was my lover for a long time, the good boy. We have the affair ended after he made me forget my tears in orgasm night after night for over a year. I don't need a castle, the fortune allows me to have a nice retirement. I only have my cook who runs our household."

The Countess sipped her liqueur and moistened her throat. "Aubrey had an unfortunate hand when she married the Marquis de Beaumont. He is a wealthy ne'er‐do‐well, he drinks, gambles and bets on horses and is always lucky, he constantly increases his fortune. He is no good as a husband. After he meets Aubrey and started beating her, she sleeps in a separate bedroom and no longer lets him fuck her. She plunged into countless affairs and had Virginie, my little granddaughter. Aubrey only has her affairs in her head and Virginie is a neglected child of 16, unfortunately . This is my great need, Francesco, Frank!" She paused and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"Virginie is my everything, Frank! She has a nursery with me, but she comes less and less often. The tutors have given up one by one, the child is wild and stubborn. She has panic attacks and temper tantrums, she refuses to wear underwear and masturbates unabashedly in public, at least she plays with her genitals. I don't know whether she masturbates properly. She attacks little boys, pulls down their pants and masturbates them wildly, making them squirt on the floor with a malicious grin. I don't know how to control her anymore. That's why I asked for your help!"

Frank nodded. Can she take Virginie over so he can start classes? The Countess nodded. Aubrey would certainly be happy to have one less thing to worry about and more time for her love affairs. Jeanette said regretfully how much she suffered because of her daughter's life of disorder. But this train has finally left. Now she could no longer hold back her tears and cried heartbreakingly. Frank took her hand, he would do his best to help her and Virginie too. Countess Jeanette said in tears that the child was already 16 and she didn't know whether Virginie was already fucking around or was still a virgin. Her tears flowed again. "Frank, she is a tomboy, uneducated and wild. She needs instruction, a firm hand and someone who could look after her conditions. I have read your famous China book, it is quite spicy, but it has convinced me that you can help Virginie. You don't just know casual love affairs, but also problematic ones. That completely convinced me!"

Frank nodded reassuringly. She should call Aubrey and have Virginie brought here. Jeanette picked up the phone and spoke to her daughter for 10 minutes. She would bring Virginie over on Sunday evening and she could stay as long as she wanted. Aubrey assumed her child would want to come back after a few days because Jeanette didn't say a word about Frank. The cook poked her head in, Madame, it's served!

The two of them ate and the cook served the delicious meal. Frank looked at the cook and found her not uninteresting. Her name is Marie, Jeanette said, she is 30 or 31 and a real Parisian child. She had been with her for 5 or 6 years and was extremely hardworking. Frank nodded, showing no interest, and let Jeanette talk about her love life. She blossomed and talked dreamily about the wonderful affairs she had had, the happiness she had felt while fucking her husband and her lovers. Her husband had died within months and she was in the arms of his youngest brother, whom she had been fucking since he was 12. She raved about the virility of the boy who continued to fuck her a year after her husband's death. She hadn't fucked again since then, in 18 years, she said with a downcast look, as if she was ashamed of it.

After dinner she showed him around the apartment, showing him Virginie's nursery and the study room with a narrow couch where he could sleep. Then she showed him her spacious bedroom, in the middle of which was a huge double bed. "My bed of sins from my wild times," said Jeanette. She would have hoped he would sleep with her, they weren't strangers, she said, blushing. He was happy to accept that, he said and put his arm around Jeanette's shoulder, it was certainly more comfortable than the couch. He felt her sigh of relief. They drank a few more glasses of liqueur in the salon and he discreetly asked about Marie, the cook. No, she wasn't married and, to her knowledge, didn't have a lover, Jeanette said. But she didn't know for sure. He changed the subject and had her talk about how she seduced her little brother‐in‐law when he was 12. Jeanette reminisced about the boy, who soon grew up and had his affairs and friendships, but remained a loyal and potent lover for over 30 years. There was nothing to be sorry about; she also had a lot of lovers. Her eyes flashed as they left and went to bed.

Jeanette changed behind a screen and went to bed in an open negligee, where Frank was already lying. She left the little light on and reached for his cock. "The good old gem!" she exclaimed quietly, "not aged a bit!" She played with the hard‐on. "I haven't had a cock in my mouth in 18 years, Frank," she whispered, "and my pussy has gotten old and wrinkled. It's shrunk so much that I can barely fit two fingers in it. But I'm still training the clit well, each night." Frank remained silent, pushed her negligee aside and his hand explored her old body. She sighed deeply when he found her clit and her pussy too. "Shall we fuck, Jeanette, like the good old days?" His voice trembled slightly. She sighed, "You have to be very careful, my love, I'm very, very tight!"

He penetrated very carefully, he didn't hurt her. She had moistened herself with a lot of saliva. She expanded her vagina by pulling her wrinkled labia apart as far as she could. Frank found that she had a considerably large, erect clit. Still, she whimpered in pain as he pushed in as carefully as possible. Her vagina expanded and gradually accommodated itself. He waited a while before fucking her. She whimpered in pain and sighed pleasantly at the same time, but no matter how excited she became, she couldn't orgasm. She reached for her clit with a finger and rubbed it. That seemed to be good, she barely whimpered anymore. He fucked carefully, he took his time and kept the slow rhythm. After 20 minutes Jeanette sighed deeply, her finger raced on her clit and she had an orgasm that was very light and only made her tremble a little. He stopped fucking as Jeanette grimaced in pain.

"You couldn't squirt at all, poor me!" she sighed worriedly. He didn't say anything because he knew the solution. "I've never called Marie before, but maybe she can come to you?" she put her idea into the room. He opened the door and called Marie. After a few moments, she poked her head out of her door. She saw the naked man under the door, she stared at his erect cock. He called quietly for her to come to Madame straight away. Now she came out, pushed past him and looked at the Countess. She wasn't sick, was she? The Countess said, "Marie, it's unusual, but do you want to lie down with us, lie down with Sir Frank?" Marie froze and stammered, "Madame, I don't know! I've only fucked once, when I was 14, but never since then! I really don't know, Madame!" Jeanette smiled her best smile and pointed to the huge mattress. "Just come here, Marie, Sir Frank would love to do it with you!" Marie approached uncertainly and Jeanette waved her over. "Come on, Marie, don't be afraid! Drop your nightgown!" Marie obeyed, she always did.

Frank looked at her while Marie lay down next to the Countess and tried to hide behind her. He lay down between the two of them and spread Marie's legs. "Oh, he's already quite stiff," he said quietly. She blushed and breathed, "I was already falling asleep, of course I've already done it twice, like always, so he'll still be stiff!" He smiled kindly, "that's okay. But I see you still have your hymen! Didn't you say that you've already fucked!?" Marie looked at him for a long time. "Yes, but only once, when I was 14." He looked searchingly into her eyes. "The young gentleman from Montmorency, the 13 years old son of the Lord, only had a very small cock, it was actually quite soft and he squirted as soon as he has penetrated. He grinned very strangely and said, 'So now you're a woman!' I believed him, he was the son of the Marquis and he didn't lie!" Marie was a little annoyed because Frank seemed incredulous. "It really was like that, Master Butterill, I swear!"

He dropped the subject. Marie had a slim figure, hardly any breasts and a small, natural bush. He caressed her clit. "Do you want to fuck with me?" he asked as he heated her up with gentle clit rubbing. "I don't know, Madame!" said Marie shyly to the mistress, "here? Now? Immediately?" Jeanette stroked her head soothingly. "But yes, my child, if you like, it's fine with me. Yes, here, right now, and don't be afraid!" Marie still hesitated, looking from Jeanette to Frank and back again.

"What must I do now, Master Butterill?" she asked uncertainly, her voice shaking. He replied, "Just call me Frank and I'll call you Marie." It was clear to him that Marie expected precise instructions. "Lie on your back, legs up and knees apart. Yes, that's good, you can put your head on Madame's chest, perfect!" He knelt between Marie's legs. "It'll just sting for a moment and then I'll fuck you if I may?" He looked at her questioningly and she nodded eagerly, "Yes, you can, Mr. Frank!" He smiled and said she didn't need to stiffen and tense up, just close her eyes and fantasize like she was rubbing her clit. She nodded, she would think about how the little rascals splashed on the floor in the basement. She always thought about that while masturbating. Frank grinned involuntarily as she closed her eyes and began to smile.

He held Marie's hips and penetrated forcefully. "It's pricked now," said Marie and opened her eyes, "it's pricked, Mr. Frank!" He smiled and started fucking Marie. She was stiff at first, but then she began to rock her abdomen and fuck at his pace. He wasn't dissatisfied because they fucked for a long time and she had already reached her plateau. She opened her eyes, "May I?" she asked, pressing a finger to her clit. He didn't need to answer, she rubbed her clitoris uncertainly, then more and more decisively. He wanted to, he had to squirt inside. He squirted for what seemed like an eternity, then collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. He and Jeanette were watching her masturbate, she had closed her eyes and ignored the squirting, she was masturbating firmly and determinedly, nothing and no one could disturb her. She increased the pace, her finger raced and her face contorted. Her orgasm was very strong and made her gasp a few times and then it was over. The two of them had probably watched her for a few minutes and Frank's cock was ready again.

He fucked the astonished Marie again, she rocked from the start and clung to him. She shyly asked him if she could touch her clit and he nodded, "as soon as I fuck you faster and just before I squirt." Marie nodded and whispered that she would. She actually only reached for her clit when he increased his pace. He squirted in again and that was enough. He lay down and gasped for breath. Marie had already masturbated intensively while squirting and continued with her eyes closed. It took now much longer and she fought doggedly with the clit. Then, finally the orgasm! It tore her back and forth hard, then it was over and she opened her eyes and smiled. "Now you're a real woman, Marie!" Frank said and she nodded. "I've never done it four times in a row, Frank! That was incredible! And thank you, Madame!" He asked her and she explained in a quiet voice exactly what the brief fucking was like 15 years ago. In any case, it wasn't as much fucking as it was now, said Marie, the boy had cummed straight away and didn't continue.

Jeanette asked her if she wanted to come back tomorrow to fuck with Frank. Marie looked into his face for a long time, "yes, I would like that, Madame! I will do it twice more first, as always, is that all right, Madame?" Jeanette nodded, that would be great, master Frank would also like to do it twice like before. They chatted, then Marie left. Frank and Jeanette whispered for a while; she really wanted to know which rascals splashed where on the floor. He grinned tiredly and fell asleep.

Marie was like a different person all day, she smiled to herself. In the evening he whispered to Jeanette that he wasn't going to fuck her, he didn't want to cause her any pain. She should masturbate, it wouldn't cause her any pain. He had told Marie that she didn't need to masturbate before fucking, it was enough if she masturbated while fucking. Marie thought, "maybe we'll try it like this." He called her into Jeanette's bedroom and they fucked twice again, and like yesterday, Marie masturbated while fucking, just like Jeanette. Marie smiled, it didn't sting anymore and the two orgasms were great. Frank asked her about her period, but she looked at him with wide eyes. "Period? The menstrual period? I've never had that before," said Marie, "is that bad?" But he explained to her that that only meant that she wouldn't have a child from fucking. Marie nodded, she had never thought about having a child, never.

It was a strange arrangement, but at least for him it was satisfactory. He explored the district during the day and brought a few bottles of good wine with him, because Marie never bought wine, only Madame's favorite liqueur. When the table was cleared in the evening, they invited Marie to the table for a glass of liqueur. She said openly that she had done hundreds of handjobs and that she never wanted to fuck again after that strange first time. And the rascals knocked on the kitchen window when they went into the basement to squirt. She was somehow a tolerated spectator; the boys sometimes wanted to see her cunt or she was allowed to rub one and the other and let them squirt. But it was just a harmless game, she knew that. She listened with her mouth open as the Countess discussed some juicy passages in his China book with Frank. Frank had lived in China! He had fucked the Chinese girls! Marie couldn't help but be amazed. Of course, she had already seen Chinese women on the streets of Paris and pranksters had persuaded her that the Chinese women had cross‐slits "down there." Frank laughed out loud, what a nonsense! He assured Marie that the Chinese women's bodies were just like hers, that they fucked and masturbated just like us. The only real difference was when it came to pubic hair. Most Chinese women only had a small bush, usually shaped like a candle flame and perhaps two fingers thick.

One day Aubrey brought Virginie, she came in briefly and Frank was introduced to her as her daughter's tutor. The elegant clothes and the careful make‐up did not deceive him; you could see that she was the port whore of the nobility. Her worn‐out face may have been beautiful at some point, but the alcohol and cocaine had caused significant damage. He said goodbye to her and spoke to Virginie, who was called Ginni.

She had already heard that he was the new tutor. But she didn't need a tutor, they were all stupid. He could agree, the others were probably stupid, but not him, she would soon see that. "Pah!" she cried, "I'll soon know how stupid you are!" She kicked him in the shin and he immediately kicked back. She paused. None had dared that so far. And this one grinned cheekily. He was about to stick out his tongue, she thought. She took a step back and they both stared at each other in silence. Frank asked if she thought she was stronger than him? She shook her head, "No, you're much taller than me, that would be unfair!" He smiled. "Okay, I don't mind. We don't have to fight to find out who is stronger." He made it clear that the issue was settled.

Ginni asked what he could teach. He said a whole lot of languages, for example. English, German, Italian, Chinese or Swedish. "Bah!" shouted Ginni, "no one needs all those languages!" He nodded in agreement, "you're absolutely right, I can also speak Latin, and that's a dead language. That means no one speaks Latin these days." He picked up the Grimm book from the table. "Learning German can be really cool," he said and handed her the open book. She glanced at the daguerreotypes and was taken aback. She continued leafing through the pages, but he decisively took the book from her hand. "The book is in German, but nobody needs German, you said." He put the book pointedly on the table. She looked at him with big, angry eyes hostilely. "There are probably books like that in French too, ugh!" she exclaimed triumphantly. He nodded. "You don't even need to be able to read to look at a few dirty pictures. And if you have to shovel manure in a cowshed as a maid, you don't need to be able to read." She thought about it. The guy was clever and cunning, that was clear. "But I can read!" she cried defiantly. He nodded slowly "Most noble gentlemen hardly marry a stupid woman who can do nothing but fuck, don't you think?" She remained silent defiantly. "I've never fucked before and I certainly won't need it later!"

He grinned cheekily. "If you work in a restaurant kitchen and have to peel potatoes for a handful of sous, the chef won't ask whether you want to fuck or not, he will fuck you anyway and grin cheekily. And especially if you come from a noble family, he hates them! By the way, the maid in the cowshed gets fucked too, whether she wants to or not!" He knew he was teetering on the edge, but perhaps she could be made to think. She didn't make it easy for him. "If someone like that fucks me, I'll bite his cock off!" she exclaimed, sitting down on a chair and sulking. He took the book from the table and brought it into the study. Aubrey had left, before blowing a thoughtless air kiss towards Ginni. Ginni had watched her silently.

Jeanette also sat down and Marie brought tea and lemonade for Ginni. Ginni called after Marie, "Are we going to the cellar then?" Jeanette asked sharply, "What do you want in the basement?" Ginni looked at them cheekily and squeezed from the corner of her mouth, "We rub the guys' cocks and make them squirt on the floor, it's really fun!" Jeanette turned pale and said angrily, "I've already forbidden you from going into the basement a hundred times!" "Pah!" Ginni replied angrily and put her feet on the seat next to her. She leaned her knees left and right on the armrests. Frank saw her pussy, she really wasn't wearing any underwear.

He knew that she was already 16, but she looked more like a lanky 13 year old, no breasts at all, bony and skinny, her pussy really red. Only a delicate fluff didn't fit in with the rest. He looked closely at her pussy, she had started pulling and tugging on her pussy lips. It was a pretty pussy, childlike and virginal. Her labia were red and after a few minutes Ginni started pulling and tugging on her clit.

Jeanette leaned over to him and whispered that the little one was now masturbating, whether they were there or not. He whispered back that it wasn't masturbating! Jeanette shrugged and they chatted quietly about the eventual lessons, but their eyes remained fixated on Ginni's sex. After a while Jeanette asked, "Now what?" Ginni had leaned back all the way and was rubbing her clit between her thumb and forefinger. She masturbated like she normally masturbated the boys' cocks, only her clit wasn't a centimeter long. Her clit was now red and very stiff. She masturbated the way little boys masturbated, holding her clitoris, which was not a centimeter long, between her thumb and indexfinger and rubbing it determinedly back and forth. She smiled with her eyes closed and did so for almost 10 minutes, the longer she masturbated the more her smile distorted until it became a grimace twisted with effort. One last hard rub, then she shuddered and jumped up. She ran into the toilet, left the door open and grunted very loudly.

She came back and stood in front of the two of them. "Well, have you talked enough about everything I have to learn!?" They didn't answer, Ginni sat on the chair with her legs apart. He looked at her calmly and asked if she would be okay if they could talk about studying tomorrow after breakfast, when class could start. "Pah!" Ginni answered and ran to the dining table, Marie served dinner. They ate peacefully and Ginni went into the children's room while Jeanette and Frank drank another glass of liqueur. It was difficult how to proceed with Ginni. They went to sleep and he called Marie into Jeanette's bedroom.

At breakfast Ginni was rubbing her bottom, you could tell that she had something on her mind. He went into the study and set out two chairs and some books. Ginni closed the door behind her and sat down. She waited until he sat across from her. She looked at him sharply, "I saw yesterday that you went into Grandma's bedroom! You probably fucked her too!"

She didn't expect him to stay so calm and answer so calmly. "That's right, I sleep in her bed because it's more comfortable than the couch. And we fucked long before your mother was born!" It wasn't what she expected, but she still had a trump card. "I also heard that you called Marie in, and she went in in her nightgown. I only woke up very late when she came back." He nodded, "Yes, and what do you want to know?" She chewed her bottom lip. "So what did she do with Grandma for so long?" He smiled disarmingly, so much so that she already regretted her question. "That's easy to answer too, she let herself be fucked, Marie."

Ginni laughed. "Don't talk shit, teacher! Let herself be fucked, Marie? I know very well that she won't let herself be fucked, because she turns down all the boys who want to fuck her. Show off her pussy for a look and bring the boys to squirting, she does that, yes. But fuck? Never!" He was still smiling, "I told you the truth, Ginni, I'm not lying to you." She didn't want to admit it. "Well, Grandma can't have fucked her, she doesn't have a cock." She paused, "Does that mean you fucked Marie? And Grandma allowed that!?" She couldn't believe it. He said, "Marie and I fucked twice in a row and your grandmother didn't mind! I'm telling the truth, Ginni!"

She had become very small. "And if I ask Marie and Grandma?" He held her gaze and said, "They'll confirm it to you if they don't drive you annoying brat to hell!" She ducked because no one talked to her like that. "Grandma always scolds me when I masturbate in front of everyone, saying it's ugh! But yesterday I did it in front of you two and she didn't make a peep." He looked straight at her. "Of course we saw it and it was clear to us that you have no idea how a girl masturbates properly. Correct and properly, mind you."

Now she became upset, but he stuck with it. Right or not right. There was a lot of talk that he had to prove it to her, otherwise she wouldn't believe him. He said he would show her, but he demanded that they then peacefully agree on at least 4 subjects that he should teach her. She didn't think for a second. "Great, the bet is valid!"

He nodded with a smile and said, firstly, she had to go pee. She left and came back. "Good," he said, "that's the first point, don't masturbate with a full bladder. Now, put yourself in my arms like a baby, I have to get my hand close to your clit." She nodded and lay on his arm. He lifted up her skirt and placed her leg on the table. "And now point two: wet my finger with spit, I have to make your clit really wet." She licked his finger and he wet her clit, three times in a row. "And now point three: pay close attention to what I do with my finger."

He masturbated her properly and vigorously. Her legs began to shake and she breathed, "Here we go!" He continued, unfazed by her violent flinch. "It's done," she cried anxiously, but he shook his head and continued rubbing her vigorously. Minutes later, her legs twitched involuntarily and the orgasm hit her like a tiger that had bitten into her flesh. Now it was finished.

It took two minutes for her to breathe normally again. "Phew! That was strong!" she exclaimed. "Yes," he said, "that was your first real orgasm. And maybe now you understand better that you do it in private and not in front of other people, maybe in front of boyfriends and girlfriends." She sat up. “Can I try it myself now?” she asked and he replied, "Friend?" She nodded, "Friend!"

She sank back onto his arm. He said, "not with a full bladder!" She nodded and shook her head. "Second, get your clit wet!" She nodded, wet a finger and rubbed her clit with lots of saliva. "And here we go!" he commanded. "No, start slowly until the clit is pointy and hot and greedy, then go faster." She did the same, picking up speed as her legs began to shake. "Don't stop, keep going!" he ordered. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip from the strain. Her orgasm rolled on and she kept her finger racing until she arched and convulsed in orgasm. She opened her eyes and beamed. He waited until she calmed down and had her sit on the chair opposite.

Her eyes flashed and shone. "Okay, you were right, Mr. Frank. Maybe it's also true that Marie lets you fuck her. Twice in a row." He smiled, "We've been fucking for 10 days, Marie and I. I think she enjoys it, she likes fucking, definitely!"

She nodded. "And are you going to fuck me too?" He waved his hand. "Certainly not today, little miss, that's going too fast for me! And, besides, we wanted to decide together which four subjects we should start with!" She was pretty disappointed and said she wanted to fuck too if Marie was allowed to fuck. Or Grandma. He said, "Grandma has a hard time fucking, but she always wants to do it again. She usually masturbates when I fuck Marie, masturbating doesn't hurt her." She looked at him and wanted to ask more, but he cut her off. "Mathematics, that's definitely important."

She grumbled, that's just arithmetic! He nodded, "Computing is just the tail of the cow, the whole cow is mathematics." She grumbled, "Okay, first compartment: the cow and its tail." Frank had to laugh and she joined in.

"And you watch when Grandma masturbates?" Frank nodded in the affirmative and said that geometry and algebra fit mathematics like closest friends or siblings." "But these two don't have tails like the cows," Frank smiled, "They would like to have one too, but they lost theirs while playing wildly! " Ginni smiled, "So Grandma masturbates and lets you both watch!?" Frank waved his hand. "Of course, the three of us are like good friends, Marie also lets us both watch when she masturbates again after fucking. And finally, Latin or should you prefer Chinese?"

She shook her head, "German, because of the pictures!" Frank smiled. "Firstly, you can always look at the pictures during class, otherwise please don't, I always want to know where my books are. Secondly, in my opinion, German is not that important. There will be war in the next few years and Germany will lose, England will win. English is the language of the winners, they will look for people in France who can speak English." She was quick in her thinking, quick in her decisions. "Are you serious about the war?" she asked and he nodded, "Deadly serious! I don't know if the war will come to France, but Germany one hundred percent!" She looked into his eyes. "English, okay, and the German pictures in class!" Frank nodded, "we have 4 subjects, we'll start immediately!" She wanted to ask something else. "Frank, can you tell me exactly what fucking is like with Grandma and Marie?" He nodded, okay, and leaned back.

He said he used to fuck her Grandmother a lot before Aubrey was born. She's old now, she still likes to fuck with him. But with women so old, the vagina shrinks so much that you can't get two fingers in it, so fucking her hurts a lot, but she still wants it. Ginni interrupted him. She also had a very tight vagina, once a boy was allowed to put his cock through the hole in her hymen and fuck her, but she didn't think it was that great because in the end he squirted in, the pig! She then put one of her fingers in and it was really tight in there.

Frank nodded and asked if she was interested to hear him fucking Marie? She nodded eagerly and he talked for half an hour about how fucking Marie, who was much younger than her Grandmother, it was completely different. Ginni was hanging on his lips; she had her hand pressed against her pussy. He had to explain some things in more detail because she was really interested. When he was finished, her face was glowing. She wanted to fuck like Marie, right now. Frank shook his head, "We should at least wait a few days until we have learned a lot and become good friends. You shouldn't just fuck like that, but get to know people before you fuck each other. I always think so, it saves money and a lot of trouble for me."

Ginni nodded to his surprise, "Yes, that makes sense!" She said she got really horny, could she masturbate again? Frank said, "Yes, of course, you can masturbate in class at any time if you feel like it! But you'd better sit there on the couch and let me watch you, may I?" She nodded and sat on the couch with her legs apart, then pulled her legs up and her skirt too. “Is that how you see everything?” She asked and he nodded. He said it was nice to watch her. She masturbated very well and deeply, she got a big and strong orgasm. He praised her on how well she had learned it. Then they went to dinner; Marie had rung the bell. At dinner Ginni was as silent as a fish, she looked at Jeanette and Marie with new eyes. She kissed them all goodnight on the cheek like a well‐-behaved child and went to sleep in the nursery.

Jeanette looked into her liqueur glass and sipped with her tongue. She put the glass down and waited until Marie had cleared away and was working in the kitchen. "The child is completely changed, Frank," she said with a searching sideways glance. "Have you fucked her yet?" Frank smiled. "Dear Jeanette, I'm honored by your question, but no, she's untouched and I'll wait another week or so to see if we become such good friends. She was just taken seriously for the first time in her life, that surprised her so much. We have planned a learning load, math, geometry, algebra and English, just to start with. She will learn, I promise you." Jeanette took a breath. "I'm sorry for my suspicions, but she seemed completely different and I thought, well. I just thought so, that's how I am."

Frank asked her about Aubrey's love life and Jeanette knew a surprising amount about her daughter, she despite everything was quite proud of her. She knew when Aubrey had started masturbating and how addictive it was to her. She knew the boy who had deflowered her and the drama that ended the relationship. Jeanette had taken her to parties, dancings and balls and encouraged her to try out fucking interesting guys, something that Frank himself had recommended to her at the time. He remembered clearly, even though he was driving to a new job days later.

Before Aubrey got married, she fucked her Louis every night for 6 weeks as a test. Jeanette lay next to the two of them in her bed and watched the test fucking very carefully because she could masturbate while watching it. Jeanette then let Louis fuck her each time while they watched Aubrey masturbate, slowly and absorbedly. Because she always masturbated for a long time, Louis was able to fuck Jeanette really hard twice in a row, he was good at it.

Louis later apparently lost interest and let Aubrey fuck whoever she wanted. Aubrey insisted on only socializing in high‐class circles. But she became addicted to pleasure, she kept the lover for a week at most, then she sank her claws into the cock of the next one. She soon rejected handjobs, and later also blowjobs. Fucking was the only vertical thing, soon she had tried everything, all positions, role plays and SM and stuck to fucking the good old French way. She let herself be fucked and only rarely rode when the master was too tired or too old. Alcohol had always played an important role; for the past year she had sometimes taken cocaine, but it didn't bring the promised kick. Jeanette was sure that Aubrey would easily get off the coke; she was more at risk of alcohol. That ruined her in the long run, Jeanette said sadly. "If you want," said Frank, "I can take care of Aubrey too, I can fuck and she seems like good prey to me!" Jeanette elbowed him in the side. "Marie and I aren't enough for you!?" Frank laughed and so they went to bed. Jeanette wanted to be fucked tonight.

Ginni went into the study straight after breakfast and leafed through Grimm's fairy tales with red ears. “Are the girls here all getting fucked?” she asked him as he entered. He said the editors weren't allowed to print anything too hefty, i.e. not all photographs. But the girls were always fucked, and he was there several times when the girls were first photographed and then fucked really hard, by the actor of course, then by the photographer and his assistants or anyone who was present. "You too?" she asked and he, "yes, of course, everyone!" He later helped clear out the pictures. For a while he kept the wildest pictures because they were really hot porn, but later he threw everything away. And yes, the girls were all professionals, whores. Ginni nodded silently, she knew what a whore was.

They started with mathematics and she learned easily and quickly. She kept straddling herself on the couch and masturbating. He watched, it became more and more exciting every time. She learned quickly there too.

Frank fell asleep immediately after fucking Marie. He dreamed of war again. They had moved north from the south of Bavaria, they had attacked, robbed and raped everything. Franz liked the parishes and monasteries best, where there was wine and booze to steal and nuns and novices to rape. He wasn't a thug; he tore the robes off the nuns and novices. Most of them lay down in fear‐ and fell to the ground in fear and didn't resist being fucked. A novice girl knelt and prayed for a moment and lay down, ready to fuck. "Take my virginity, soldier, in Christ's name!" She screamed briefly when he pierced her hymen, but she masturbated continuously from start to finish. She was so used to it, she whispered with a very shameful expression on her face, she had only ever done it for herself, but had never before fucked. He waited until she had reached orgasm and increased his pace. Her eyes widened in fear, "in Jesus Christ's name!" as he squirted inside. A citizen's woman whom he had laid across the kitchen table, called to her 4 or 5 year old daughter to go out, but the little girl curiously stood next to the mother he was fucking. The little girl took her thumb out of her mouth and asked if it hurt her Mom? He said, panting, but no, yes! The little one looked at her mother's pussy and exclaimed in surprise, "such a big hole!" and kept sucking her thumb excitedly until he finished cumming. “Are you making such a big hole for me now too?” she asked uncertainly and lifted her skirt. Franz ran away in a panic.

He woke up suddenly. He looked at the clock on the wall; he hadn't slept for more than half an hour. Jeanette masturbated as always with her finger slowly circling. She had completely withdrawn into herself and stared fixedly at her inner images. Frank coated his cock with lots of saliva and very carefully penetrated Jeanette's tight pussy. She continued masturbating without seeing him, only a steep wrinkle on her forehead showed that she could still feel him painfully in her tight hole. He fucked her at her pace, her finger rubbing her clit slowly. She usually masturbated in this slow manner for two hours, sometimes for less. He fucked her very slowly until she tensed slightly and increased her pace. He kept up with her pace and she went even faster, heading towards her orgasm. He had to squirt, it couldn't wait any longer. He was still squirting as her orgasm made her tremble slightly, it was always so gentle. She continued to rub herself with a contorted face, prolonging her orgasm by a minute at a time. The orgasm suddenly stopped and she woke up from her torpor. With a relaxed smile she realized that his cock was in her old, wrinkled cunthole. He hugged her lovingly before they fell asleep.

Frank drove with Ginni to her mother, who was sick in bed with a cold. Ginni led him to her bedroom and immediately closed the door. "She's masturbating, maybe we shouldn't disturb her!" Ginni sat down on the small bench. "I can see it, Frank, you really want to fuck her!" There was nothing left of the cheeky brat, she was a big, grown‐up, sad child. He went to Aubrey and lay down next to her. She looked up briefly without stopping her slow masturbation. "You are the new teacher," she said without any surprise as he mounted her. She just nodded as he began to fuck her and she nodded again and again until he squirted. She was still masturbating when he left. He drove home with Ginni. She didn't say a word, she simply took his hand and led him to the taxi. She had a sad look on her face, but she drove him to Aubrey's every morning all week long. "Ah, you're coming to fuck, Master Frank!" Aubrey smiled every morning and let him into her bed. She fucked really well, she was totally committed to it. Now that she wasn't masturbating, she concentrated on fucking and orgasmed very well. They didn't kiss with tongue, they didn't cuddle either. They fucked with great concentration, he kissed her on the cheek as he left. Ginni waited sadly for him on the bench, took his hand and they drove home in silence. Ginni didn't bring up the fact that he was fucking Aubrey. She was his partner in crime. He fucked Aubrey every morning for a week. It was over in one fell swoop, Aubrey was healthy again.

Ginni studied doggedly. He had discovered 5 juicy photos from the photographer in the unfathomable depths of his travel bag and gave them to Ginni. She laughed and looked at the pornographic images. She particularly liked one, the girl was riding him with her back to him, her mouth wide open. Her clit was sticking out way above his cock. "She's having an orgasm!" Ginni shouted enthusiastically and Frank confirmed. Ginni masturbated much more often than usual, Frank watched her with a smile. Gradually the effect of the images wore off.

Ginni wanted to fuck. He didn't let her beg for long, it had been a month and there was a spark between them. She was head over heels in love with him, which was okay in his opinion. They would fuck now, he said, and she threw herself on his neck. He laid her on her back and flipped up her skirt. Her cheeks glowed with excitement, she nodded eagerly, she wanted it, she shouted excitedly. She hugged him tightly as he penetrated. Her hymen tore easily and she kissed him with a long French kiss. They fucked, smiling and happily. Jeanette heard them and poked her head in briefly and then left immediately, smiling.

They fucked whenever they felt like it. He now had a lot to fuck. Jeanette, here and there. Marie, every night, but he spared himself and only fucked the little Parisian once. He visited Aubrey several times a week after breakfast; she enjoyed being fucked with enthusiasm. And Ginni fucked him during the day. He had grown fond of the girl. Even though she was already 19, she still only had childish fuzz on her pussy and still no period. She had grown tall and become a very pretty young woman. He had been in Jeanette's house for 6 years, but Ginni made no move to seriously meet other young men. When he went to Aubrey's, she would sometimes fuck one or two of the little rascals. Frank came into the study where she was fucking and one or two were waiting to appear, slowly rubbing their cocks to keep them stiff. He liked to watch her when she let the little boy's cocks fuck her, she clearly loved the little boys. The boys usually fucked her in turns for two hours and only left when no one could take it anymore. Whenever he talked about getting married or fucking adults, she would hug him lovingly and say, smiling but firmly, that she was his wife and no one else's. Period.

The day the Germans trampled on the French border was a memorable one. Frank was well informed and knew they would invade France very soon, but it still surprised him; he didn't find out until the next day. He had enjoyed fucking Aubrey that morning and came into the study. Ginni, as she had often done before, had gathered five rascals and was just letting the sixth fuck her. He looked at her beautiful face, glowing and radiant with lust. One after the other, Ginni was allowed to fuck, the boys had an inexhaustible supply of squirt and fucked the horny young woman one after the other until lunch without a period or comma.

In the evening he fucked Marie and slept for an hour. He awoke to find Jeanette masturbating for two hours in complete mental seclusion. Only when she reached the point of climbing the mountain to orgasm did he wet his cock with lots of saliva and penetrated her carefully and considerately. She didn't flinch a bit, they had been fucking like this for years. In this way she felt no pain and really enjoyed being fucked, the last joy of a 75 year old. He fucked her like he always did, her eyes looking through him. She was being fucked right where she was by her 12 year old, the boy fucking her with his big cock and squirting even though she had yet to climb to the top. She saw her 15 year old lover in front of her, plowing and fucking her daily until he was exhausted. Her husband, a really good man, kept looking up from his newspaper when Jeanette and his stepbrother were fucking like idiots next to him in the marital bed. He briefly pushed his brother aside to fuck Jeanette, briefly and not particularly exciting. The boy turned 15 and 16 and buried his cock deep in Jeanette's pussy. The boy had a developmental spurt and fucked Jeanette for hours every day. She picked up the pace, her breathing became very shallow and finally, only a few more steps to the summit. Wanting to stay on top, she kept rubbing quickly, prolonging the brief moment of orgasm, delaying its end for minutes. She hovered over the abyss for a second, then fell down into the black abyss. Frank was already asleep.

He woke up and touched Jeanette, who was lying contorted on the bed in orgasmic ecstasy. She was ice cold, she had been dead for hours.

They gave her a beautiful funeral, a good 150 old women and men, acquaintances and friends from her life, threw white carnations down onto the coffin. Aubrey, Ginni and their men stood until the end, shaking hands. Marie cried nonstop and so did Ginni when she looked at Marie. Jeanette had been a good woman, the best Grandma ever. Ginni was shivering, a warm, soft coat had slipped off her shoulders.

Jeanette had bequeathed her large fortune to Ginni, but they dissolved the household and moved with Marie to Aubrey; she had plenty of space. Frank and Ginni got a large shared bedroom, he visited Aubrey every morning to fuck and had Marie come to them every evening and fuck in the big marital bed. Marie discovered her lesbian inclination and cuddled with Ginni or Aubrey, neither of whom were averse to it. Frank often sat in the cafés during the day and wrote his next book, which was about the life story of a mercenary in the Thirty Years' War. There was so much literature in the university libraries that he was able to mix the novelistic, unvarnished truth of the first‐person narrator with historical facts. He had already sent a first, unfinished manuscript to several publishers.

The doors were kicked in early in the morning by rough soldiers' boots and the German field gendarmerie picked up Aubrey and her husband. They didn't hear from them for 10 days, despite frantically asking about them. On the 10th day, a call came from the mortuary. You could pick them both up and bury them. Frank immediately accompanied Ginni to the morgue.

The two were badly beaten up, Ginni confirmed to the pathologist that they were her parents and ran out into the fresh air. Frank uncovered the bodies. Both had been brutally tortured. The fingernails were torn out, the teeth were knocked out, no bones were left intact. Aubrey had definitely been raped, her skinny breasts and genitals riddled with knife wounds. Her husband, whom he had never met during his lifetime, was also horribly damaged.

He sat down next to the pathologist in the cubicle that was his office. The pathologist offered him a cigarette, his first. They smoked in silence. The pathologist shook his head in disgust. "The two were tortured horribly before they were shot in the back of the head. The fucking Germans! They bring them like this every day!" Frank asked if he could see the papers. The pathologist pushed it to him without a word. It wasn't much. He read the gist: "summarily executed, dangerous criminals, resistance." Frank laughed harshly. "Those two, dangerous criminals? The only thing they ever endangered was champagne bottles!" He was silent for a while. "The Germans must be completely crazy. They were harmless Parisians, bon vivants. They never committed a crime, except perhaps alcohol abuse in noble society. The Germans must have gone completely mad!" He signed the papers for the undertaker, nodded in greeting to the doctor and went out.

Ginni sat on the park bench and they walked home in silence. Paris had become gray and silent since the Germans had gripped the city with a steel fist. No hustle and bustle, no happy singing, no accordion, no children's laughter. An old silent whore on her deathbed.

It had become quiet in the house. Friends, acquaintances, lovers called. Ginni got tired of telling everyone the same story. Frank took over the phone calls, he stood firmly on the ground and had to be strong for Ginni, be there for her. A week later there was the funeral, there were hundreds, maybe thousands. He had organized folding chairs for Ginni and Marie, and for an hour unknown faces passed by, shaking hands and murmuring the same words.

They came home dead tired. Less than 10 minutes later two men knocked. Pat and Patachon, Frank thought, but the Tall and the Short weren't jokes, by God. They put two small boxes on the table, two medals — maybe from the First World War — "Pour le Mérite", for the deserving one. Ginni was completely confused. What does that mean? "They were patriots," said Tall. “Real patriots,” echoed the Short. "We were sent to see if the relatives of the patriots were in distress and needed help," said the Short one. "But you don't seem to be needy," said the Tall One. He placed a handwritten business card on the table. Just a phone number and “bene mane” underneath. They nodded to Ginni and Frank, then left like ghosts in the fog.

Ginni remained sitting motionless while Frank brought the ghosts to the gate and exchanged a few words with them. He sat down next to Ginni. "The telephone number leads to the resistance. The inscription is Latin and means "Until tomorrow." It means until a morning when we wake up without Germans. And then this." Frank put a paper on the table that he had stolen from the pathologist, "summarily executed, dangerous criminals, resistance."

Ginni stared at the paper. "What does all this mean, Frank?" He thought. "Your parents obviously led a double life. They were in the Resistance, hence the visit of these jokers. The Resistance takes care of their relatives, that's decent. And yes, the Germans were thorough, they caught them, tortured them and killed them. That Paper is from the Germans."

Ginni stared at the paper. "I had no idea, really not. I always thought my parents just lived an easy, lively life. They haven't said a word the whole time, even though the Germans have been tormenting us for a year. Resistance? Louis? Aubrey? Why Didn’t they say anything!?” Frank stroked her cheek. "They wanted to protect you, little one. This is the only way a resistance fighter can protect his family. The Germans know that. They will never bother you."

They handled all of Jeanette's, Louis' and Aubrey's estates. Frank found a whole drawer full of love letters and pornographic photos featuring Aubrey. He looked at the pictures and checked her correspondence, but there was nothing Ginni needed to know. He kept the photos and burned the rest in the garden. He showed Ginni the pornographic images, she looked at a few and put them away. "I can't, she's my mother!" He took care of the around 500 pictures in his travel bag.

Marie was given a large and bright room. Ginni also gave her a small fortune from the large one she inherited from Jeanette, Louis and Aubrey. Frank looked through Louis' papers and fought his way through a disorganized jungle of pluses and minuses. In the end, there were three names left that Louis owed money to. Ginni paid off the debt, it wasn't much.

Day after day Frank sat with Ginni on the terrace or in the garden. She talked for hours about her parents, the Resistance, being patriotic. Frank wasn't surprised that she hated the Germans, but he was surprised at how serious she was about finding her parents' traces in the Resistance. No, she wasn't ready to join the Resistance yet. But she thought about it.

Frank's book was published. The response was divided. Well‐known historians pushed it into the mud. The facts themselves were accurate, but the novelistic — No, that was soft porn. But that's exactly what helped the book achieve good sales. The historians didn't bother him, but the royalties were good for him, even though he didn't depend on the money. Ginni had read it and thought it was very good. Her judgment carried weight.

Frank wasn't surprised when Ginni said one day that she had contacted the Resistance. And yes, she was seriously considering joining. He nodded, of course he would accompany her. Louis' estate included several rifles, as his father was a passionate hunter. They took 5 rifles to an arms dealer who was a master of his craft. He whistled through his teeth; they were excellent weapons, each one a magnificent piece. He was happy to advise them; he didn't want to know what they needed the weapons for. "There's plenty of game," he said, "you can buy a hunting license." Frank elicited from him that two Steyr Mannlicher rifles were best; the magazine could easily be expanded from 3 rounds in the standard version to 8 or 10 rounds. The scopes were old and not particularly good, so he would get new ones. He said the special thing was the long barrel, which made it possible to shoot the game from a long distance. The deal was perfect, he would get the three other rifles at a good price and upgrade the two Steyrs. They will test shoot at the shooting range in four weeks.

Ginni was excellent at the test shooting. Frank was pretty good too, he didn't mind that she hit better. He had the weapon master explain the technical aspects to him and acquired some special tools. He was very satisfied, the rifle scopes came from Italy and were great. He also bought a case for each rifle and a cartridge pouch. The fact that he bought 500 rounds of ammunition for each rifle embarrassed the armorer a little. But Frank paid everything in cash in advance and gave the address. He should deliver everything there in one go.

Ginni went shopping with him for clothes. Rough, strong work clothes like those worn in the country. They went to the Resistance together, the meeting took place in a brothel. There was a heated discussion about how they both wanted to stay together and be used as snipers. Frank had taken their best target cards with him, the weapons master had signed that they had shot at 250 meters. A resister got up and came back after 10 minutes, the armorer was no stranger and confirmed everything. He would use both of them as snipers.

They became one in trade. They made a generous donation and were assigned to the Northeast section. The day after tomorrow, 4 a.m., here in the brothel.

Ginni filled up the household budget and spoke to Marie at length. She should be responsible for the house and provide everything needed. Then they packed their backpacks, taking nothing unnecessary with them. Frank pocketed a long hunting knife that Louis had left behind. He sewed two leather straps to the rifle cases so that they could be carried under backpacks and both hands were free. They arrived at the brothel on time and climbed into the back of a rickety‐looking pickup truck. Explosives and ammunition were hidden among the camouflage's painting supplies. They drove north along winding roads without ever seeing a German.

The commander of the northern sector was a square, beefy man, Jerome. He immediately had a good rapport with Frank; one Mercenary recognized the other. He had a harder time with Ginni. The women who fought in the resistance were rarely as pretty and fragile‐looking as she was. But Frank said his wife shot better than some men. Jerome nodded in agreement, Frank was responsible for them both and he would assign one of his best scouts to guide them. The third man's name was Mireille, Miri. She also came from Brittany and Jerome thought highly of her.

Miri only came after two days and the three of them sniffed each other. Miri was a bitter, middle‐aged woman, older than Frank. She won over Frank when Miri sat down with them both over a map. She knew every bush in the section, she knew exactly where the Germans had their permanent bases and where the easy‐going gentlemen patrolled. She knew which farms were happy to supply her with food for free or cheaply and which ones were avoided like the plague. For them she had nothing but curses and disgrace. Frank noticed that she was armed only with a long, curved knife. "It looks like a fish knife," he murmured and Miri replied, "It is a fish knife and good enough." She pointed to his hunting knife. "Looks very good too, but I find straight blades more difficult to handle than my curved one. Tried both, I say." This 'I say' was one of her favorite words.

Before they found a corner in one of the barns to sleep, Miri asked Ginni if ​​she was Frank's wife and Ginni nodded. "Sure," Miri said, "you can fuck however you want, if it gets too much for me, I'll use my finger. He's my very best friend." Ginni was still a bit inhibited and shy around the older woman, so she said that it didn't bother her or him if she did it herself. Miri laughed loudly, almost vulgarly, "don't be so tense, dear, I'm just biting Germans and won't take Frank away from you for now. For now." She laughed again and Ginni laughed with her. "No problem, dear Miri, the last person who tried this is rotting in a Parisian sewer!" She laughed shrilly at how cheeky she was showing off.

"We killed four Germans silently on the last crawl," said Miri with a smile, "I'm still as horny as a fisherman's wife after killing them." Ginni had told Frank they couldn't fuck today because of the calendar. They lay tightly wrapped around each other and warmed each other. Miri snuggled up to Frank from the other side, but it was clear that she couldn't or didn't want to keep her fingers to herself. In any case, Frank felt Miri's fingers crawl under his waistband and rub his cock for long minutes. He grinned crookedly, operating with this woman in enemy territory will be a real challenge. Miri turned on her other side and he heard her masturbating loudly. He grabbed Ginni tighter and fell asleep.

Miri had been up for a long time and had already discussed the next prank with Jerome. She was the leader of the group of three, she made that clear. Frank remained stoic and reserved, while Ginni had a hot temper and pouted. Frank whispered to her to accept it. If Miri did something stupid, he would take over. Ginni immediately calmed down.

The plan was to sneak up to a farm in the afternoon and evening, buy three backpacks full of food and come back at night unseen. Miri was supposed to find out whether the new ones were any good. Frank nodded, that was okay. Even if no direct action was planned, they readied their rifles and then marched off. Miri in front, Ginni second and Frank behind, he should also protect the back.

They got to the farm completely silently, Miri paid a fair price and they packed their groceries into the top of their three backpacks, the farmer's wife packed something on top for them that they hadn't paid for. They drank a cup of hot coffee standing up and set off, carrying the snack in their hands. On the way back they had to take cover and hold their breath until the 4 Germans passed by, just a few meters away. They arrived at the command center at sunrise. Miri went to Jerome to report after Frank told her he was going with Ginni to the river behind a barn to bathe; they hadn't taken off their clothes for three days.

They were bathing and Ginni brought it up. Miri had grabbed his cock, then masturbated loudly. He nodded, yes, the woman is as vulgar as a fisherwoman, but she is an excellent scout, you have to give her that. "And as for my cock, let her have the pleasure. I feel sorry for her because she doesn't seem to have a lover, poor thing. I'd much rather have one like that than a mustachioed sergeant leading us to our deaths!" Ginni laughed with relief. "It leaves me cold when she paws at your cock to get excited! I'm yours and you're mine, she should stick to that, I'm not asking for anything more. And you, just let her do it to you, your poor cock is currently very neglected!"

They slept until noon, Miri too. They strengthened themselves with a hearty lunch and gradually got over the sore muscles, they were out all night. He and Ginni went to the creek again to wash their underwear, which they didn't have much of. There was a two‐hour meeting where Jerome briefed his lieutenants on the developments of the last day. There were few changes, but Jerome suspected that the Germans were either moving up a house or getting reinforcements.

After nightfall, the three of them lay down in the barn again, away from the others. Frank kept Ginni warm and she kept him warm. Miri warmed herself again on Frank's bottom. The two weren't fucking again, so it was her turn. Of course she waited until Ginni fell asleep. Extremely carefully, she unbuttoned Frank's pants and he turned to her. She took his cock out and stuffed it into her pussyhole, she fucked him quickly and made him squirt inside. He took her hand, pressed it upon his cock and she had to masturbate him again with her fist. She did hesitantly although it took a long time, but that was the only way he could calm Ginni down. She turned around and masturbated excitedly, not the least bit quietly. Frank had found out that Miri was only 33 and had already fucked the entire company in the last two years. "She has her eye on you, Frank," Jerome whispered, grinning. "We've all fucked her, and you're the new one."

He now went swimming in the creek with Ginni every morning, sometimes some people stared at the bank, because Ginni was a damn pretty treat. She lay down in the shallow water and showed her pussy to the masturbating boys and laughed quietly when one of them stood up to splash into the water. They were quiet, peaceful days, and that night Miri secretly unbuttoned his pants, stuffed his cock into her fuck hole and secretly fucked him until he squirted inside. She then had to masturbate him with her fist against her will, the only way to calm Ginni down. Then she turned around and masturbated quite loudly.

He had always pulled back forcefully when Miri stuck his cock deep into her pussyhole and secretly fucked him for minutes squirting inside, but that wasn't possible now. He knew that Ginni was wide awake and watching everything. She couldn't stand it now, he could clearly feel that. After squirting, he took Miri's hand on his cock and she had to masturbate him with her fist again, although it took a long time, but he wanted to calm Ginni down. Miri masturbated every night while panting quite carelessly loud, Ginni also masturbated, but quietly and completely inaudibly.

A few days later an order came. The Germans had not received any reinforcements, but rather a few officers who might have carried out an inspection. Three dozen resistance fighters hid within about 500 meters of the fortified base and sent a courier every hour. Jerome's mission was clear, to eliminate as many of these bigwigs as possible. Frank and Ginni nodded, shouldered their rifles and packed a pile of bullets in their pockets in case a fight broke out. They followed Miri, the Germans were less than an hour and a half away. Frank whispered quietly to Miri. He wanted to climb a tree and shoot from high above. Miri nodded and led them and a handful of men to the grove. The men hid under the trees, he chose two trees. Ginni didn't climb as well as he did, he helped her up as far as she could get. He quickly climbed up the other tree, as high as he could. Ginni was about 4 meters high, he was at least 9. The German goal was a good 400 meters away. They waited. As the courier had said, the officers returned from their exit in three limousines. Frank counted 16 officers and three drivers. They stopped in front of the gate.

Frank nodded to Ginni and they started firing. Every shot had to be right. The officers fell forward and Ginni shot the last car to pieces; it exploded and set the other one on fire. Frank had a good view from above and aimed at those who had almost reached the saving gate. He aimed only at the glittering gold heads and let the drivers get away. The third driver ran through the gate in his uniform on fire. At least 4 officers had reached the gate, maybe 5.

Some Germans came out of the gate and fired their machine guns empty. They shot everywhere except the grove. They had no idea where the shots were coming from and quickly disappeared behind the gate, which immediately closed. Frank waved to Ginni, get down immediately!, then he quickly got off. Ginni had torn a hole in her pants during the hasty descent, but otherwise everything was okay. They ran after Miri with the men until they reached the others and they all ran for another quarter of an hour until they were safe. An hour later they arrived at the command center and Miri immediately went to Jerome to report.

Frank sewed Ginni's pants. He had more practice at it and they chatted. He praised Ginni for shooting at the gas tank, he had never thought of it, he didn't know automobiles well, he had only ever been driven in them. She said she only caught one or two officers; the others immediately ducked. She was angry because she no longer had a target and fired blindly at the car; the hit in the tank was really just a coincidence.

Jerome came into their barn and clicked his tongue. Ginni, who was naked underneath, was really a goddamn pretty child, he said under his breath. He wanted to know how many they had caught. Frank looked up from his sewing kit. He had counted 16 officers and 3 drivers. One car had exploded and a second was at least half burned out. Four officers and two drivers were able to save themselves, the third driver burned like a torch. None of our men were injured, even though the Germans were shooting like crazy. Jerome nodded, that was a very successful action.

He looked at Ginni's pussy again and said with a chuckle, Miri is a great scout, she just couldn't count. He asked if they wanted a cognac, but they politely declined. "The other 30 men should have a drink, they covered us exemplary, they are well trained," said Frank. Jerome walked away satisfied and Frank called after him to watch the Germans and see what they were doing.

The couriers reported that there was nothing to report from outside, they had just pushed the two broken cars out into the field and cleared the road. Frank and Ginni cleaned the rifles as the armorer had shown them. They lazed around for three days, Miri took out his cock every night, let him squirt secretly inside her fuckole and then had to masturbate him with her fist, afterwards masturbated her own way. They went swimming in the creek every morning and Ginni paraded her pussy in front of a dozen masturbating guys.

Ginni whispered the next evening that they could fuck now. He hugged her lovingly and they fucked quietly. Miri heard them of course, she smuggled her hand onto Ginni's pussy and felt the fucking. She sensed that he was about to cum and quickly masturbated Ginni's clit. Ginni soon came to a very strong orgasm and Miri withdrew her hand. Frank was already in the final and splashed in. Miri whispered quietly, that's how it has to be, absolutely! and masturbated loudly like always. Ginni breathed into Frank's ear when Miri fell asleep about how strange this woman was! But it's okay for her. He nodded and kissed her gently, then they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

The next day, sneaking around to buy groceries. On the way back, early in the evening, Ginni stepped out to shit in the tall grass. A patrol of Germans came around the corner, 6 men. 2 just went to the tall grass in the same place to piss. In the instant, they stared at Ginni, who felt discovered and stood up naked. The two soldiers stared at Ginni's naked pussy and she ended her life, where the hell were the other two!? Four soldiers fell like sacks of potatoes; Frank killed the first with a stab in the kidney and cut the second's throat all the way to the spine. He went behind the third man, grabbed his chin and cut his throat. From the corner of his eye, he saw Miri elegantly sever her throat with a quick stroke. They looked at each other and Miri said approvingly, "You're good with a knife, Frank!" He walked up to Ginni and hugged her. She was shaking like a leaf.

Miri was waiting on the way. She had 6 submachine guns and weapon belts with bayonets and reserve magazines slung around her left and right and shared the load. They trudged into the command center in silence. Jerome nodded approvingly when he saw the 6 submachine guns. After breakfast they went into the creek to swim. Frank looked at Miri's naked body; she looked okay without her rags. They splashed happily in the water and splashed each other, the tension from last night melting away.

Frank and Ginni fucked that night. Miri masturbated Ginni and pulled Frank on top of her immediately after Ginni's orgasm. He was hesitant at first, but he fucked Miri with pleasure. She wasn't as tight as Ginni and masturbated constantly while fucking. He waited patiently until she finished masturbating, then pulled out his cock. Ginni said angrily as she stood up, "You're playing with your life, Miri! You'll end up in a Parisian sewer!" Miri was quite upset and mumbled a half‐hearted apology. Ginni hissed that she should at least wait until Frank had finished fucking her! Miri nodded. And she stuck to it. She masturbated Ginni to orgasm that night and waited patiently until Frank had finished squirting. She gave him a few minutes to recover and took his cock in her mouth. Then she let herself be fucked while masturbating for a very long time. They never talked about it, but that was fine with them all.

Jerome finally had the phone installed. A farmer from the area said that a convoy of 8 personnel carriers was on the way, probably to the German base. Miri, Frank, Ginni and about 25 men immediately ran. They were in position an hour ahead of the convoy. Miri ordered the men into strategic positions. Frank and Ginni looked for favorable positions; they wanted to set the gas tanks on fire, that seemed to be the most effective.

The convoy arrived an hour later and stopped in front of the gate. Frank and Ginni fired at the gas tanks, two of which immediately caught fire. The crews jumped from the trucks in panic and Miri's men covered them with continuous fire. The gate was thrown open and the Germans took refuge inside. A total of 3 trucks burned, it would take time to clear the road again. The resistance fighters quickly retreated and ran for a kilometer. At the command center, Miri reported that they had only killed a few Germans and that three trucks had been destroyed. Nevertheless, a successful operation, the Germans were at least irritated.

The next month was very quiet, they went four times to buy groceries. The farms that had initially done good business with the Germans, but became patriotic again, as the Germans hardly paid any more and instead requisitioned. The resistance at least paid moderately, so it was better than nothing. But the resistance was fighting an angry giant. Anyone who was caught was shot immediately. A group of 12 men ran into a trap and were wiped out down to the last man. This weighed on the resistance fighters for weeks; the dominance of the Germans was felt.

Frank learned more about Miri. She grew up in a fishing village near St. Malo, her father and two older brothers went out on the English Channel every day and they got by in poor conditions. When she was 13, her mother suffered a stroke and quickly sank into dementia. She washed her mother from head to toe once a week. The sick woman tugged and pulled on her clit and Miri patiently masturbated her. The mother grinned really dirty, but she forgot about it after a minute. Miri lay with her father, who fucked her every night after sunset, and after him she fucked her two brothers. This was nothing unusual and for Miri it was completely normal. When the three of them were at sea, she occasionally fucked the very young and underage boys in the village; she was crazy about little boys' cocks. These weren't love affairs, that was just fucking.

Cannon shots shattered the morning silence. Miri and the 12‐year‐old she had been fucking since sunrise in a dilapidated boathouse were startled. German ships lay in front of the village and tested their new guns. House after house exploded on impact, the gunners adjusted their toys and destroyed house after house. The next day they shot the next village to the ground. Miri searched in vain for her mother in the crater where her house used to stand. She sat on the beach and waited for her father and brothers. But they didn't come anymore, they had definitely been sunk by the Germans.

Jerome, her neighbor, found no trace of his young wife and three children in the remains of his house when he returned home from the sea. Screaming and cursing, he dug a deep hole to bury the few scraps of flesh that remained from the laughing crowd of children. When he had dug up the grave again, Miri stood next to him, took his hand and prayed with him, crying. Jerome raised his fist to the sky and swore to kill all Germans.

He headed east, where the Resistance was supposedly located, east of Reims. A dozen angry fishermen followed him as he set off with Miri by the hand. They walked 400 kilometers. Jerome stopped four and five times a day to fuck Miri after snack. They were soon followed by 40, 50, 100 men. They sat in a circle around the two of them as they fucked. It always made Miri very horny when the men pulled out their cocks, rubbed them and squirted upon her naked body. When Jerome was done fucking, she would smile and grin and let everyone cum in her hole. It annoyed her when a few couldn't find a place and splashed onto the forest floor.

After 4 weeks they arrived in the northeastern section, where about 30 men held the position. Jerome brought around 200 angry men with him, and the headquarters in Reims sent them weapons and ammunition. Nobody had elected him, but Jerome was the boss, the born leader. Miri had proven along the way that she was the best scout and remained his right hand. Jerome appointed 10 men as group leaders who had to get their people under control. Jerome didn't hesitate for long, anyone who was stupid got his fist in the mouth. Anyone who was completely stupid got a beating with a piece of timber and remembered it for a week. He led traitors and German prisoners into the forest and shot them.

After a short time his troops were in line, Reims sent them here and there to attack the hated Germans. Jerome sent out couriers and spies and attacked the Germans wherever he could. Miri stayed with him for the first year, but he became too boring for her. She fucked her way through the ranks of the resistance fighters and remained Jerome's best scout. She always let him fuck her when he needed it.

Ginni and Miri fucked Frank and he subconsciously knew that two different women made him more rounded than just one. He was emotionally connected to Ginni like no other woman before. He was very pleased with how well Ginni learned the craft of war. And she became very self‐confident and mature, no question about it. Miri no longer was to her a competitor, but an additional and different pussyhole he really needed to fuck. Miri remained that, the second woman to fuck, but she didn't come close to Frank. Miri clung to Jerome with childlike love and was very happy when he called her to fuck.

Reims called. A detachment of Germans was advancing towards the unruly town; they had set up a base in a village outside the town. An attack was expected at any time. Jerome sent 120 men, they had borrowed some trucks and reached the villages outside Reims after 4 hours. Miri met with some resistance people outside the city and the procedure was discussed. The Reimsers had enough food and were able to take care of them. However unlikely it may seem, Miri hid all 120 men in the woods outside the village. Some of the men could hear the clattering of eating utensils because they were so close.

Frank and Ginni set up temporary high stands 350 meters next to the road at a height of 5 to 6 meters. They had to wait three days, watched the Germans through the rifle scope and were supplied with food by a courier. They were only a few meters apart and took turns sleeping. Frank told Ginni on the third day, "Something's happening!" He whistled softly and instructed a runner who immediately ran to Miri. She had wisely left 3 couriers at different distances who could immediately come and get Jerome by bike if the phone didn't work.

The Germans marched in ranks towards Reims, the wagons with the guns followed the orderly procession. They had discussed that Frank should fire the first shot, Ginni should search the platoon from front to back for officers and kill them, then the platoon. Frank waited until the last gun truck was on the road and killed its driver. The way back was blocked. He killed first the drivers and then every officer from back to front. The Germans had no cover other than the gun trucks. Ginni precisely killed one officer after another until none remained. Miri's men advanced on the platoon from all sides, aiming precisely because there was no ammunition to waste. The shooting lasted over two hours, and the Germans fought back bravely. Then they were all dead or incapacitated. The resistance fighters walked down the street and shot the wounded. After half an hour, Frank ran out of ammunition and observed the scene through the rifle scope. Ginni continued shooting for a while, even then she was dry. Frank had warned her to keep the last 5 shots as a reserve. He put a sixth cartridge in his pocket, just in case.

Miri and two others walked the battlefield. 300 soldiers, 8 drivers and 22 officers. 12 resistance fighters were dead and around 25 injured. She immediately sent a bicycle courier to Reims. He arrived an hour later with a food convoy. There was enough food and good wine, then Miri shouted loudly that they were leaving at 3 a.m., two villages back where their trucks were. By midday they were back at their command center and she reported to Jerome. The wounded had been taken to Reims; those who could would come back.

Ginni had called Marie every month and everything was fine. That was a great relief, because if the Germans had known that they had joined the resistance, they would have raided and looted the house long ago.

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