The French Girls up the Hill

*This story contains sexual reference.

Its a warm day, bright sun, and for once, we are not in the trenches moaning because were missing out on the fine weather. Me and two other lads from my area are messing about in the canal or river behind where we are resting. Its soothingly cool after wearing itchy uniforms for so long and were content until two older men, NCOs, ford the translucent water a bit further up, using makeshift stepping stones. We all know where theyre going or supposed to be going.

As expected, they proceed to a farm house about two hundred yards away up a gentle slope, wooden construction rather like ranches in pictures of America, one of my mates reckons, and half surrounded by dull green trees. It has a porch and front step, a shed across from those and other bits and pieces. Weve been warned not to go near. Why? Because those two NCOs have found there is a rather accommodating pair of ladies living there who will return the favour if they are taken a gift. I start to let myself fade into the thought, but stop myself because Im naked, and I dont want the others to notice if I get arousedIf? Now theres a joke.

Truthfully, Im more angry than anything, indignant so are my mates; one more so than the other but Im stuck between not believing the rumour and wanting to find out if its genuine. We try to convince ourselves we dont care, and splash water at each other yet we cant keep from watching those two knock on the house door and go in. Thats It, I decide, Im going up there whether they like it or not. One mate, Pete, says hes coming too, so we scramble into our clothes then go and scout around for some suitable gifts. I find some stray chocolate and Pete selects wild flowers to make a clumsy bunch with some ribbon he bought at some market to send back to a little sister. Our other pal, Bob yells at us that were mad, but we boldly cross the river and approach the house.

A pretty lady, calm and authoritive, opens the door before we get there and apologises that her eldest daughters are busy but her younger ones are willing to help out if we would wait in the kitchen. We ask how old they are, not wanting to agree then find ourselves expected to have sex with a thirteen year old I wonder if we should go, but Pete says they wont take us seriously back at billets if we dont do what we came for. The woman tell us her daughters are 19 and twenty and that the younger one has seen me swimming and has taken a liking to me. I blush because that means she has seen me naked, then realise that, in the circumstances, that hardly matters We hand our gifts to the woman and she is delighted with the chocolate and says I must give that straight to her daughter as the girl loves it. She leaves, but the other girl comes in and takes Petes hand. Poor sod looks terrified as she leads him to the hallway then the stairs. Im not scared.. Im starting to get very aroused now and my trousers are constricting me. I silently beg my girl to hurry up

At last she walks in. She has long brown hair, way past her shoulders, in loose plaits and is sweetly pretty. Right now, Im not feeling very chivalrous in that way, though, Im desperate to get inside her. Her dress is trussed in a style that emphasises her bust, and I long to touch her breast but dont like to make the first move. I dont have to

The girl kneels, puts up a firm hand and starts rubbing me. She giggles when she feels me become even harder, then asks me to lay back more. Im a bit puzzled but obey as she evidently has something in mind. She reaches up; unfastens my fly buttons and leans towards my groin. When I realise what she means to do, I nearly climax before she has even opened her mouth... Oral sex was virtually unknown to me back home, apart from in theory.She takes my penis in her mouth and I gasp, trying to hold on but then she stops and looks at me strangely. It seems she has taken my surprise for reluctance and a sign that I want to have intercourse I dont give a damn what we do, so long as its something, and pretty soon. She takes my hand and explains there is a hayloft we can go to if I prefer..

Well, I cant deny I prefer cosy, springy hay to a kitchen chair thats so hard that it imprints its shape on your bum while making it so numb you cant tell She makes a Sssh signal and takes my hand to lead me back into the hallway, not seeming to notice the difficulty Im having trying to fasten my trouser buttons and walk at once Suddenly we stop. In fact halt would be more appropriate because its so abrupt. Whats the matter now? Im still struggling with my flies and so cant see what preventing the girl carrying on. Then I see a pair of legs. In army breeches. Facing our way.

 There is a roar and I step protectively in front of the girl. She whimpers almost silently and grips my arm she probably has more sense than me, and realises its me thats going to get any punishment coming. The breeches contain one of my N.C.O.s.Hes not very happy. I turn and find the other behind us and the girl starts to protest on my behalf.

Doesnt work. Much to the disgust of the girls and their mother, Im beaten then literally thrown out of the house, rolling and skidding to a dusty-mudded stop a quarter of the way down the hill. The precious chocolate is slung after me. I hurt a bit, in my back, and blood has begun to drip from my nose, but Im not going to show them thatI just get up and walk away as if I dont feel a thing. Im still going when Pete rushes out to catch me, full of it cos hes had a lay and I havent.

It doesnt matter. He brought me a message too. As requested, I meant the girl by the far riverbank around eleven at night, give her back the chocolate And this time we offer each other a bit more than oral sex.

We actually became quite friendly with the rest of the family too and were often invited up there for meals while our lot were in the area. There was no need to worry about getting caught by the N.C.O.s anymore: theyd been banished by the women in disgust at how theyd treated me!