Chapter 10

I reached an ironic milestone in my life, the first time I woke up in bed with a woman next to me, and it took the war to cause it to happen. I loved the feeling of Lana’s warm, naked body lying on me as we shared kisses. She cuddled her back to me, teasing my cock by rubbing her ass against it. She wrapped her arms around mine that was caressing her breasts. She laughed lightly as my breathing tickled her neck and kissed it.

I said I need to use the toilet, so we dressed, and she went to the house. I entered with the unmistakable smell of eggs cooking. I sat with her and enjoyed a breakfast menu of eggs, rolls, and hot tea.

In my mind, I projected what my Regiment was doing. I knew there would be a push westward towards Apeldoorn if the battle for Deventer went well. We were enjoying our meal when they heard an engine in the courtyard then a firm knocking at the door.

“Duitsers! Snel, Richard, je moet je verstoppen!”

“Germans! Quick, Richard, you must hide!” Boris said.

Lana led me quickly to her bedroom, motioning to hide under her bed. Benthe slid my plate under Lana’s, placed my cup amd fork in the sink, then went to the door. Lana stayed out of sight. I felt helpless not having my rifle with me. The soldiers were after food and drink, so Benthe gave them a basket of fresh rolls and Boris filled their water jugs from the out door well.

A while later, Lana raised the blanket, motioning me from under her bed. I went to the kitchen window and saw the soldiers turning onto the main road. I felt Lana hug me close to her. There was an uneasy quiet as we finished our meals.

“We houden elkaar veilig.”

“We keep each other safe,” Benthe said.

Outside the farmhouse, I could hear the rumble of German vevicles on the main road. There was a garden beside the door, and I could see a countless number of short stalks breaking through the ground. “Sie sind Tulpen, unsere Nationalblume.”

“They are tulips, our national flower,” Lana explained.

I paused in the courtyard, turning my face to the warming sun for a moment, then Lana walked beside me as I went to the windmill. I went to my room, retrieving my Rifle. “I’ll use it only if I have to.”

Lana seem to understand me, smiled, directing us around to the back of the windmill. The land sloped slightly away for hundreds of yards, ending at a battered tree line. Between the trees I could make out the shapes of different German vehicles.

Lana had me sit on an old seat then went to her knees between my legs. She undid my pants, folding the opening back. My underwear was dry now, so I had on my boxers. She released my cock and began stroking it.

“Ich habe mich oft geschlichen, um zu sehen, wie Mama Poppas sperma in ihren Hals nimmt. Ich möchte lernen, dasselbe für dich zu tun.”

“I have snuck many times to see Momma take Poppa’s cum down her throat. I want to learn to do the same for you.”

I heard the word, sperma so I figured she was going to give me a hand job. That thought soon changed when she kissed the head of my cock, then began sucking on it. It grew and grew until fully hard. I had a great view down her low-cut bodice at her tits.

“Ich möchte ein guter schwanzlutscher für dich sein.”

“I want to be a good cock sucker for you.”

I tilted her head, so she looked into my eyes as she sucked on my cock. There was something about those beautiful green eyes looking at me. She seemed to know more about sucking cock than I realized. Her lips and tongue touched almost every part of me as she gently fondled my balls.

Her hand replaced her mouth as she raised for several quick kisses, then returned to pleasing me. I leaned down and slid a hand inside her blouse to feel her right tit. Her mouth held my cock in place as she released her tits from her top.

I watched her continue to please my cock, frequently looking around more for Germans than Boris or Benthe catching us. She seemed to sense when I was close and slowed to a stop. Her breaths came short as she lifted and kissed me again. She cupped each breast, offering her nipples to my lips.

Lana returned to her knees and continued gazing into my eyes as her mouth and hand worked together. I could feel my pressure building.

“Lana, Lana!” She opened her mouth, letting the underside of my cock move over her tongue. I grunted and watched it erupt like a volcano onto her tongue. She closed her mouth and continued sucking. A moment later, she showed me her empty mouth. On and on she continued, then slowed to a stop, leaving the head of my cock buzzing.

She came to me with a lustful gaze. I placed my hand to the back of her head, drawing her to me. She moaned softly as I kissed her, my tongue searching for any remaining cum. My quickened pulse from cumming sure made my head ache.

We stood and embracing, kissed more. “I don’t know how you learned to suck a good cock, but that was the best I’ve ever received.”

Lana seemed to understand what I said. “Ich habe Momma schon oft gesehen, wie sie Poppas schwanz gefiel und tat, was sie dir angetan hat. Ich hoffe, ich habe dir gefallen.”

“I have seen Momma pleasing Poppa’s cock many times and did what she does, to you. I hope I pleased you.”

She guided my hands to her bare breasts as we kissed again. She slipped them back in her blouse, and we left.

As we walked across the courtyard, Benthe called Lana. She gave me a quick kiss and went to the entrance to their house. I didn’t know if or when the Dutch Resistance may get to me, so I decided to pass some time helping Boris with any chores I could. Then I went to my room and decided to give my rifle a good cleaning. I disassembled it, laying each piece in sequence. We were taught to strip and assemble our rifles with our eyes closed.

I cleaned every part, giving the working parts and barrel a light coating of gun oil. Reassembled, I fired it several times, empty of bullets, to make sure it worked well.