It had been a long three months for nineteen-year-old Private Walter Houston, after landing in one of the later waves at Normandy in June 1944 he had been fighting on and off through the hedgerows of rural France and they were finally in Paris. The war wasn't over yet, but hopefully, there could be a two or three-day break before his unit pushes on to Germany.

Walter had grown up a lot in the last three months. Born and raised on a farm in Central Iowa, before arriving in England several months ago, he had never left the county where he was born. Before being drafted into the Army, he had just graduated high school and was planning on attending College in the fall and studying agribusiness so that one day he could take over his family's farm that had been in the family for five generations.

Back home, Walter had a girlfriend, Betty Sue, blonde and pretty. They had been dating since the eleventh grade and we're hoping to get married when he comes back from fighting the war. Walter and Betty Sue had kissed, and he felt up her perky little tits several times in his dad's old Model T pickup truck, but never went all the way. She was saving herself until they got married.

Now in Paris, Walter and his buddies were strolling the streets of Paris, taking in all the sights, when suddenly a girl walks up to him and whispers.

"G.I., are you lonely? Would you like nice French girl to spend evening with?" she whispered in a thick Parisian accent.

"Ah yes ma'am, that would be real nice." he answered in his corn-fed Midwestern drawl not knowing what she was implying.

"It cost you 20 francs G.I. but I make man out of you young boy," she answered.

"Okay, where can we go?" Walter answered as he quickly realized what she was propositioning.

"My name Marie, I have apartment right around corner, I take you there." She answered.

Marie grabbed his hand and whisked him towards her apartment a few blocks away. As they walked, Walter could feel an erection growing in his pants. He'd never been with a woman before, especially one like Marie, a sexy brunette with big tits, a cute little ass and sexy red lips. Betty Sue was pretty, but never wore makeup or perfume, and her tits were rather small underneath her heavy cotton sweaters.

Marie, twenty-two, had grown up on the outskirts of Paris. Her father Jacques was killed fighting the Germans in 1940 and she had been working as a prostitute for the last two years, servicing the occupying German soldiers. Now she was just so happy that the Americans had finally arrived that she would have fucked Walter for free, but her rent was due and she needed the money.

"Please sit down G.I., relax and have glass of wine." Marie said.

"Thanks, Ma'am. You're sure pretty, thanks for coming over and talking to me." Walter nervously mumbled.

"It's okay G.I. I know you never been with woman before. I go real slow." She said.

She then unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra. Her breasts were large and lovely, with big areolas and taunt nipples.

"Would you like to suck?" She asked.

With that, Walter started caressing and kissing her breasts. The erection in his pants was causing a small tent.

"Take off your pants." She instructed.

Walter slid off his boots, socks, pants and underwear. His erection was standing tall at attention.

"You have nice cock, G.I. Much bigger than the Germans I've been with before." She said.

With that, she started slowly licking up and down Walter's pole.

"Oh God ma'am, that feels so good. Please don't stop." He moaned.

"Slurp, slurp, slurp." As she sucked his cock for two or three minutes.

"I fuck you now G.I.," as she takes off her dress and slides her panties down.

She then gets on top and straddles him in the chair and starts grinding down on his cock.

"Oh God, that feels good G.I. You've got such nice cock," she moaned.

He fucked her like that for about three minutes until she got up and bent over the bed.

"Come on G.I. you fuck me bent over like farm animal," she said.

Growing up on a farm, he knew exactly what she meant. He got up and stuck his cock in her tight, wet cunt.

"Oh God, ma'am that feels so good." He moaned as he started pumping.

"C'mon G.I. fuck me hard like big bull fuck cow!" she yelled.

With that, he pumped harder, faster.

"Oh, God! I'm feeling really good!" He yelled. "I think I'm about! Oh, God!"

"You squirt your juice into my pussy!" She yelled.

With that, Walter came hard into her cunt. His juice was running down her legs.

"You real good G.I. You strong like bull." She said.

They had sex two more times that night and Walter continued to see her the next two days that he was in Paris. They went to dinner each evening and went back to her apartment and had passionate sex until the morning. Walter then headed back and joined his unit out in the field.

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It's 1988 and Walter is in his living room with his two grandchildren, John and Susan. They have a report on World War Two to write and they're interviewing him for their report.

"Grandpa, were you scared during the war? Scared you were going to die?" Susan asks.

"Yes Susan, you're always scared in war. It's a terrible thing. You're scared all the time.," Walter answers.

"I'm so glad you made it home alive, Grandpa," John says.

Suddenly, out of the kitchen yells.

"Walter, my love, don't be telling the kids wise tale about your time in beautiful France," Marie says in her thick Parisian accent.

It turns out Walter brought back with him more than just his knapsack from Europe.

The End

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