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Subject: {ASSM} Vivre la France  MF  MMFF MF
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2002 02:10:02 -0500
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This erotic story is for the private enjoyment of the
audience.  Any resemblence to any actual person or
event is pure coincidental.  Any distribution of 
accounts and description of this story without the
express permission of the commissioner is prohibited.
No animals were harmed in writting this story.  Please
do not criticize my French grammar.  Any other
constructive comments are welcome.   

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	The three American officers drove their red-cross
Jeep into Paris.   They had landed in France with
Patton during the summer.   The fighting had been
intense for several months, but now the army was in
northern France, more bogged down by the forest and
the rainy fall weather than by the Germans. They had
not had any leave for five months, and they needed
some medical supplies, so this seemed like an
opportune time.   So they drove to a supply depot,
left the Jeep, and took the Metro into the city.  
	They had no difficulty finding a reasonably priced
pension.   They took three rooms, sharing a
semi-private bath, in case they got lucky with the
mademoiselles.  In fact, they had no difficulty
picking up women, "looking for a good time."  The
French women greatly preferred the Americans to the
Germans and British, because they were seen as
liberators and they had more money.  Four years of war
and occupation had left French civilians with the
necessities to sustain life, but not the means to
enjoy it.  Now Paris was finally free.  Liberation had
lead to an increase in prices but not an increase in
wages.   Most pretty Parisian women worked as poorly
paid shop girls, and were not professional
prostitutes, but the temptation provided by men who
were, "over paid, over sexed, and over here," was too
much to resist.  
	The Americans understood a little guidebook French,
and the women understood a little dictionary English,
but the languages of fun, money, and sex were
universal.  Julienne, Marie, and Anna,  were very
willing to be guides in exchange for a hearty meal,
and what ever would happen after that.   They  took
the Americans to the Tour Eiffel and the Jardon
Tuilleries.
	  They were enjoying dinner at a left bank cafe,
complete with poulle a vin and vin rouge. The women
were eating and drinking, voraciously, as if they
hadn't had a decent meal in days, because they hadn't.
   They were about to have dessert,  when they were
interrupted by a nervous neighbor.
	"Votre fils sentissent mal, Anna."  she said.
	Anna looked very worried.   She said, "Excuse moi. 
My son is sick."  
	She got up to leave, but one of the Americans,
Captain John Freeman said, "Je suis un medecin.   I am
a doctor.  May I help, uh, aidez vous?"
	Anna saw the medical symbol on his jacket.  She
smiled with relief.  Medical care had been almost
impossible during the war.   Many of her physicians
were Jewish, and who knew what had become of them?  
	"Oui.  Venez avec moi.  Come with me."	
	Anna and Captain Freeman left the women and the two
officers and walked half a mile to her apartment.  
There they found her five year old son,  Jean-Paul,
lying in bed.   He felt feverish to the touch and was
in pain. 
	"I need my bag, ma sac, from the hotel."  Captain
Freeman said. 	
	He went back to the hotel, but the others were not
there.  He retrieved his medical instruments and a few
drugs and returned to Anna's apartment.  He looked
down Jean-Paul's throat and listened to his lungs.  He
was very sick, probably a strep infection.  Captain
Freeman had some penicillin with him.  American drug
companies were producing it in large amounts to
administer to wounded soldiers.   If he gave some to
Jean-Paul, he might not have enough for an American
casualty, but how could he decide that an American
soldier was more important than a French boy who had a
pretty mother.  Besides, he had been receiving large
amounts of the drug and was in Paris to pick up more.
	John  adjusted to dose to be appropriate for a child,
 ground up a tablet of penicillin and mixed it into
some apple sauce.  He prepared some additional doses
to be administered over the next few days.  Finally,
he prepared some aspirin for the pain and the fever.
	When finished taking care of the boy, John asked, "Ou
est son pere?"  
	Anna pointed to a photograph in the bedroom that she
shared with her son.  
	"Il est mort.  La guerre."  
	"He died in the war?"
	"Oui."
	Anna actually did not know if her husband was dead, a
prisoner, or just missing.   All she knew was that he
went off to fight in 1940, and never returned.  She
quietly  put her wedding band back on.  
	John could see that romance with Anna was impossible
with her worrying about her son.
He would check on the boy in the morning.   He just
said, "a demain."
	When he returned to the hotel, the other men were
waiting.  
	"John, you missed a comical disaster." Captain Bill
Harris said.
	"Yes," said 1st Lieutenant Tom Capilano.  "Julienne
overate and got sick.  Nothing is less sexy than a
woman puking all over the side walk."
	"They apologized and said we could pick them up in
the morning, to see more sights."  Bill said.
	Tom asked, "How did it go with Anna?"
	"Her boy really is sick.   I gave him some extra
penicillin.   I'll check on him in the morning."
	The officers drank some wine and went to bed.
	The next morning Bill and Tom went to find Marie and
Julienne,  while John checked on Anna's son.  The boy
was much better.
	"C'est formidable.  He senses better."  Anna
exclaimed.
	John felt his forehead.  He was still warm, but fever
had broken and the pain was much reduced.  He smiled
at Anna.  He wanted to give the boy some juice, but
there was none in the house.   Anna left her son with
her sister, and went with John to the grocery.  There
he bought some  oranges from Province, a few other
vegetables, and some poultry.   Anna did not have a
refrigerator, so they could not buy much, but the
weather was getting cooler.   When Anna was stocked up
as well as possible, she and John took off for another
adventure.
	They found Napolian's tomb and Arc de Triumph, and
walked down the Champ Elysees to the Louvre.  At the
museum they saw the Mona Lisa, but not too much other
art.  After recrossing the river, they went to a quiet
bistro for dinner.  Anna worked at a bakery owned by
her brother-in-law, but flour was in short supply and
expensive.  
	 John found Anna to be a pretty, pleasant, simple
girl , but she was perfect to spend the night with an
American soldier.  She had short light brown hair and
a round face.   Her large breasts added to her
sexiness.  
	John asked her to join him at his hotel.   She
blushed because she had slept with strangers only a
few times. She envied her friends Julienne and Marie,
who were so free with their bodies, enjoying being
with men.  She first wanted to go home and check on
her son.  After reassuring herself that he was fine,
she accepted.   Her sister-in-law did not approve, but
the oranges and other luxuries were hard to argue
against.  Anna felt that John had saved her son's life
and had been very kind to her.  He deserved something
in return.  
	Anna picked up some things and they went to his
hotel, picking up some wine, cheese, and biscuits on
the way.  After having  a glass of wine,  John took
Anna in his arms.  He held her close, feeling her
body.  His hands caressed her ass.  She felt warm and
wanted for the first time in years.  She pulled away
from him to unbutton her dress.   In the meanwhile
John removed his uniform.   
	"You look tres bien."  John said.  They embraced
again, standing in their underwear.   Anna was willing
to let John seduce her.  He eased her down on the bed,
and then lay next to her. He kissed her and fondled
her ample breasts.  She just lay there, enjoying the
feeling.  John pulled her on top of him.  He fondled
her ass under her panties, and then unhooked her bra. 
She sighed as her breasts sprang free.
	"Liberte.  Embrassez moi."    she said, with relief,
giggling softly. 
	John resumed fondling and kissing her naked breasts. 
He worked his way down her body, until he came to her
panties.  He put a hand underneath, to feel her slit. 
She began to tingle, shifting her body with sexual
energy.  He pulled her panties off, giving him access
to her pussy.   He rubbed her all over, while
continuing to kiss her breasts.  She was moaning with
pleasure.   
	John suddenly stopped.  
	"Pourquoi?  Qu'est-ce qui se passe?"  She asked,
wondering why he stopped.
	"This isn't fair.  I still have my clothes on."  John
observed.   He quickly removed his underwear, and
resumed caressing her.   She noticed that his prick
had grown to a nice size, able to give her as much
pleasure as she was giving him.  
	John noticed it too.  He  reached for a condom which
he had placed next to the bed.   Anna was  raised as a
Catholic, but she did not object.  She felt slightly
insulted because that might indicate that she had some
disease, but she knew that she had enough with
Jean-Paul and did not need another child without a
husband. 
	John motioned with the condom,  "Do you want to put
it on me?"  he said.
	Anna felt a bit awkward trying to roll the condom
onto John's prick, but with his help, she succeeded.
	"Tres bien."  John said.
	John began foreplay in earnest.  He wanted her hot
and ready.  He placed first one finger, and then two
inside her pussy.  She felt warm and moist.  She
sighed with each thrust of the fingers.  He then
pulled out the hand, and climbed on top of her.  His
cock easily fit inside her warm chamber.
	For a minute, they just lay there.  He then began to
move slowly.  She absorbed every motion and replied
with one of her own.  They each realized that this was
going to be wonderful.
As she moved, Anna's sighs and moans got louder.  She
raised her legs on top of his back, and used them to
press him on.  She pressed against his back, holding
him tight.  
	"Fuck moi.  Fuck moi."  Anna yelled with her limited
English.  
	John was too excited himself.   He was working
himself to a fever.  He was ready to give her
everything.  He pulsed rapidly inside her, sending her
into screams of orgasmic pleasure. He grunted
breathlessly as he prick stretched to the utmost.  He
felt it explode with intense bursts. He continued to
move even after he filled the condom.  She screamed
again, and almost fainted.
	He lay there for several minutes, until he felt he
had to remove himself to prevent the condom from
failing.  They lay in each other's arms in a state of
post orgasmic bliss for several minutes.   Then John
got up to empty the condom in the bathroom.
	The other door in the bathroom lead to the adjoining
bedroom.   John heard moans and the slap of bodies
coming from inside.   Surprisingly, the door was not
locked.  When he opened it, he saw four naked bodies
in sexual excess.    Tom  was lying on the bed and 
Julienne  was impaling herself on top of Tom's prick. 
In the meanwhile,  Marie was leaning against the bed,
taking Bill from behind.  
	John called, "Anna, venez ici."  
	She joined him, staring at the obscene performance
from the next room. 
	The two couples had actually arrived at the hotel an
hour earlier.   They heard John and Anna next door,
but did not want to disturb them. 
	 Julienne and Marie were actually cousins, a few
years younger than Anna.   They came to maturity
during the war, and had a few boy friends in the
Resistance.  They war was an aphrodisiac for them. 
Neither one was married.   Since they did not know
which boyfriend would be picked up by the Germans,
they made love to all of them.   Being with the
Americans were especially exciting, because they were
victorious.  
	Julienne did most of the talking because she spoke
better English.  She said to Bill and Tom, "Marie and
I can entertain you."
	She put on some music from the French radio.  Each
woman danced across the room, doing a slow strip
tease.   First Julienne removed her blouse.   The 
Marie undid hers.  This was followed by each taking
off her skirt, slowly, with a shimmy.  The two
Americans were having a great time.   First Julienne
slowly undid her bra, and tossed with a flourish to
Bill.  She pranced around the room topless, showing
off her boobs.  Marie followed with a sexy flash of
her breasts,  trying to hide them.  Julienne let her
slip fall to the floor and rolled down her stockings. 
Marie did the same, and tossed the stockings to Tom. 
The two woman were now naked except for their panties.
  Each made a big show of pulling them off, showing
off her slit, and pulling them back up.  They stood in
directly in front of the men, daring them to touch
them.
	Finally, Tom could take it no  longer.  He seized
Marie, and pressed her mound against his face.  He
pulled her down on the bed, rolled off her panties,
and started to lick her slit.  Julienne pushed Bill
back on the other bed, and attacked his slacks.  She
wanted his prick.  Bill let her undress him entirely. 
 
	Tom said, "Marie, play with yourself while I strip. 
Then you can play with me."
	Julienne pulled off her panties, and then down on
Bill.   He lay on the bed, with her bush in his face,
and her mouth on his prick.  Tom and Marie lay next to
each other, fondling each other's genitals.  Julienne
and Bill were going full bore, giving each other the
sixty-nine treatment.  Tom quickly climbed on top of 
Marie, penetrating her pussy.  She was in heaven. 
Julienne was not going to let up on Bill until she
drained him completely.   Julienne was watching what
was happening to Marie.  She wanted to cum at the same
time.  As Marie was reaching her peak, Julienne made
herself reach hers.   As soon as she was over the
edge, Marie gave her full attention to Tom, letting
him fill her cunt with cum.
	"Now we are acquainted,"  Tom said.  
	They rested for a few minutes, and played with each
other's bodies.   Then Julienne yelled, "Time to
switch."
	She went after Tom, letting Bill have Marie.  That
was the situation when John opened the bedroom door
and invited Anna to watch.   Anna had never seen
couples having sex before.  From the look on their
faces, it was obvious that Julienne and Marie were
having a great time.
Anna  stood next to John in amazement.  John quietly
played with her copious breasts while they enjoyed the
show.   Anna moved in front of John and ground her ass
against him.  She wanted what Julienne and Marie were
getting.  Marie's face was almost distorted with
carnal pleasure.   It was obvious from their sound and
movement that each was about to have a monster orgasm.

	"Oooh la la!"  Marie screamed.
	Anna was especially envious of Marie.  She seemed
absorbed in being taken from behind and used for
Bill's pleasure.   Anna did not like Julienne being on
top.  Her only experience with sex had been the
classical "missionary" position with the man on top. 
She was eager to try something new.
	Tom finally saw them in the bathroom door.
	"Join us.  There is always room for two more."  He
called.
	John asked Anna, "Do you want to join them?"
	She replied, looking at him sensuously, "Non.  Avec
vous seulement." 
	John gently pushed her back into their room.   Anna
stood directly in front of him, her ass still grinding
against his prick.  John was surprised and relieved
that he got excited so quickly.  He wanted her again,
and she wanted him to want her.	
	  Anna climbed onto  the bed, and wiggled her ass at
him.  She giggled.   She wanted him to take her from
behind.  It looked deliciously exciting. 
	"Prendez moi a derriere, comme les chiens, comme
Marie."  Anna said, with mounting passion.
	John moved behind her and placed his hardening prick
at the entrance of her cunt.  He did not even get a
condom.   She was still moist from their previous
session.   He moved slowly,  but Anna wanted it all. 
She pushed back at him, until he was fully inside.  
	"Fuckez moi," Anna said, confusing her grammar.
	"Oui, madame."  John replied.
	He knew he could last quite a while so he decided to
enjoy the ride.  He pulsed in and out rhythmically. 
He grabbed her tits to use as handles to pull her
closer.  He squeezed and pinched them, getting her
more excited.  He slapped her on the ass, which also
added to her excitement.
	"Oui, Oui."  She cried out breathlessly.
	She turned her head to face him, urging him on,
"Fuckez moi."
	John kept pounding and banging on her cunt.  She felt
wonderfully used.  Her sighs soared  into incoherent
grunts.  
	"Oui, Oui."  She cried,  letting her body vibrate
with another orgasm.  
	John was not finished.   She felt hooked up to  a
wild sex machine.  Again he slapped her ass in rhythm
with his thrusts.  With each push, he went  deeper and
deeper, until he felt immersed in her body.  
	"Non non, Oui oui."  she cried, a another wall of
tension burst through her dam.  John felt good that he
was giving Anna the ride of her life.  But he realized
that he could not hold out much longer.  He gave
harder, deeper thrusts than ever.   He closed his eyes
as the tension inside his prick became unbearable. 
	"I want it.  I want it now.  Oh, yes."  He said
between grunts.  His sex juice poured into her eager
pussy, filling her with pleasure.  They kept moving
until John was certain  he had drained every drop.
	When he pulled out, Anna fell forward onto the bed.
	"Merci beaucoup."  She said, quietly.
	"Merci, madame."  John replied, almost as quietly.
	They were soon asleep in each other's arms.   
	In the morning, Anna awoke first, used the bathroom
and washed herself with a wet towel. She was not aware
of any movement in the other room.  When she got back
to bed, John awoke, washed and shave.  He looked at
his watch.  It was already 8:30.
	"J'ai tres faim. Nous prederon le petit dejeuner."  
she said.
	"I know.  I'm hungry for breakfast, too. "  John
said.
	They got dressed and went looking for the other
couples.   The concierge told them that they had gone
to a bistro around the corner.  They found them,
surrounded by bacon, eggs, mounds of biscuits, and
cups of coffee.
	While they were eating and laughing, an American M. P
burst in the door.
	He announced, "Sirs, the Germans have counter
attacked through northern Belgium.  All leaves are
canceled.  You must return to your posts at once."
	Suddenly they got very quiet.  They realized that
there was still a war to be won.  John stood, raised
his cup and announced "Vivre la France."
	"Vivre la France."  they all announced in unison.
	John,  Bill and Tom got ready to depart.  They gave
the women some "car-fare", which was twenty times the
actual cost of a cab.  The men agreed that they would
look for Julienne, Marie and Anna again on their next
leave in Paris.  They then went to the depot, picked
up the Jeep, loaded the supplies and departed to the
front.   They actually never saw these women again. 
	 
	
	


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