Chapter 24

I laid my uniform to rest for a month. Benthe washed the civilian clothes I had in my rucksack, musty from storage. They hadn’t seen real blue jeans before, my favourite pants.

Lana handed me the light brown pants Boris had given me, prompting me to wear them instead. I wondered why because they were a little small on me. I helped Lana to harness Gember to the wagon, and we made the short ride into Vaassen. Parts of the town were untouched by the war, other streets reduced to rubble.

Ours wasn’t the only horse and wagon in town, as gasoline was still in very short supply. I help Lana down from the wagon with a kiss and hug as my thank you. She took me to a side street where she shocked me by kneeling, unbuttoning the fly on my pants, taking my cock and balls out of my underwear. She stroked my cock, sucking on it several times.

I looked in both directions, sure that we’d be seen. Her mouth felt warm, sucking on my cock, and a hand to her head encouraged her on. I thought if this is what Dutch women do to their men, I’ll be a very happy husband.

Satisfied my cock was quite hard, she stood, kissed me, leaving my cock and balls out of my underwear and the fly buttoned. She led me to the main street. Electricity restored, several stores and businesses were beginning to reopen. Bank and postal services were returning, now that the fear of the Germans was gone.

Lana let me into a small cafe-style store. Three women about her age hurried to greet her with hugs and kisses. There was instant chatter, I certainly didn’t understand. Their attention soon turned to me.

“Elke, Sanne, and Myrthe,” Lana pointed to each one.

“Hallo dames. Leuk je te ontmoeten.”

“Hello, ladies. Nice to meet you,” I said, hoping I was right with my pronunciation from the dictionary and shook their hands.

“Dit is Richard Van Den Haven, hij komt uit Canada. Zijn regiment was een van de velen die ons vaderland hebben bevrijd.”

“This is Richard Van Den Haven, he’s from Canada. His Regiment was one of many to liberate our homeland,” she smiled, holding my hand.

I recognized my name and Canada. The three gave me an appreciative hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Bedankt voor het bevrijden van onze mensen. Je hebt veel levens gered.”

“Thank you for liberating our people. You have saved many lives.”

The girls ordered tea and biscuits, tearing off a portion of a ration card.

“You Canadian soldier?” The store owner asked in English.

“Yes, I am. Actually, I’m Dutch Canadian. My last name is Van Den Haven.”

“You come here to free your homeland? You no pay for drink or food. My apologies, only tea to drink.”

“No apologies necessary, thank you.” He came around the counter, shook my hand and gave me a strong bear hug.

I brought over Lana’s order, then went for mine. She smiled, watching her girlfriends looking at me. Before I could sit, Lana took my hand. I looked down her bodice at the little cleavage she showed, the girls trying not to be obvious, staring at the bulge in my pants Lana created by leaving my cock and balls out of my underwear.

“We hebben Richards leven gered toen hij zwaar gewond raakte. Hij schoot en doodde een Duitse soldaat die op het punt stond Poppa te vermoorden.”

“We saved Richard’s life when he was badly wounded. He shot and killed a German soldier about to kill Poppa.”

As Lana talked, the girls stole glances of the outline of my cock in my pants. I didn’t know it showed the shape on the head and length sideways of the shaft.

“Richard is meer dan mijn vriend. We gaan trouwen.”

“Richard is more than my boyfriend. We’re getting married.”

I only recognized my name as the girls shrieked loudly, going to her for hugs and kisses, then giving me the same. I didn’t mind three pairs of breasts pressed to me. I looked cautiously at Lana as I returned the hugs and kisses, and she smiled her approval.

“Wanneer gaan jullie trouwen?”

“When are you getting married?” Eke asked.

“21 Juli ‘Jullie zijn allemaal uitgenodigd voor onze bruiloft.”

“July 21st. You’re all invited to our wedding.”

“Hebben jullie twee al geneukt?”

“Have you two fucked yet?” Myrthe wondered.

“Heel vaak. Richard laat me heel vaak klaarkomen. Hij likt mijn poesje voor, en nadat we neuken!”

“Many, many times. Richard makes me cum very often. He licks my pussy before, and after we fuck!” Lana boasted.

“Hij likt je poesje, nadat hij je geneukt heeft?”

“He licks your pussy, after he’s fucked you?” Sanne couldn’t believe it.

“Ja, en weet hij ooit hoe hij moet neuken! Hij heeft een enorme lul die wel twintig centimeter lang moet zijn als hij hard is!

“Yes, and does he ever know how to fuck! He has a huge cock that must be twenty centimetres long when hard!” She held her palms apart then widened the space.

I understood my name and neuken, meaning fuck. She’s telling them about the sex we have. She had me stand and boldly ran her hand over my cock to show her girls the size of it. I was surprised at her daring, the girls staring at the outline of my cock.

“Waar kunnen we een Canadese soldaat zoals hij vandaan halen”

‘“Where can we get a Canadian soldier like him?” Myrthe asked.

“Hij is van mij, laat je eigen man van je houden en neuk je goed!”

“He’s mine, get your own man to love you and fuck you good!”

Elke moved her chair closer to me, her hand going to the back of my neck, her left resting on Lana’s on my cock.