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The Passion of Dale Trilogy. Part 1 – The Roses of
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Summary: Dale Winchester enlists in the army early in 1916. After his officer
training, he spends some time on home leave, where his two sisters and three
young girl cousins decide to give him a send-off he would never forget. Arriving
in northern
Historical Notes: For those interested in the historical background to this
story, I have added some notes at the end.
Author’s Notes: A full list of the characters in this story may be found at the end.
The Roses of
CHAPTER 1
The constant thumping of guns had
gone on all night; in fact, all week. It was estimated later that just under
two million shells were fired. Dale wondered how anyone could survive under
that dreadful astonishing barrage, landing on the German trenches less than
five hundred yards to his front, the other side of the River Ancre. On the top of the Thiepval ridge, to the left of
their objective, was a stronghold, known as the Schwaben
Redoubt. He pitied the poor men attacking there. Dale’s battalion were tasked
with taking Thiepval village itself. Even here, in the British frontline
trench, the ground shook, sandbags and earth constantly slid into the water at
his feet, covering the duckboards. Dale glanced at his watch. It was
* * * * * * * * * * *
January of 1916, was one of the
mildest on record, following the coldest November and December ever. Dale had
finished school the previous summer and had spent the autumn working for his
father in the munitions factory the family owned in
Dale had seen very little of his
father during his childhood. His parents didn’t get along well and seemed to
spend as much time apart as possible. While his father spent most of his time
at the factory, Dale’s mother, Millicent, or Millie to her friends, spent most
of her time with her widowed sister, who lived in a remote corner of
The house was tucked in a narrow
valley, surrounded by ash and some oak trees. There was a short path leading
down to a sandy cove, which although very small as beaches go, was perfect for
the children to play on during their long summer days together. There was a
small boathouse at the top of the beach, which stored a small clinker-built
dinghy and a couple of canvas covered canoes as well as fishing rods, nets and
some old lobster pots which hadn’t seen use in two decades.
So, as his childhood had moved
towards puberty, and puberty into maturity, Dale had discovered, as all
adolescents do, the pleasure his body could give him when he was lying alone in
his bed. Dale had found himself visualising his naked sisters and cousins, as
they ran around the beach in and out of the water, playing and chasing and
swimming and having fun. Dale had loved these times, away from the tensions
between his parents and the serious discussions between his mother and her
sister.
Being the oldest, Dale was ‘in
charge’, so he decided what games they played. The fact that the five girls
were naked never worried the women for a moment. The property was remote, the
beach surrounded by woodland owned by the family and anyway, they were all
family. Millicent had insisted Dale wore a swimming costume from the time he
was about twelve, but was unaware he rarely, if ever, put it on when he was
alone on the beach with the girls.
All the girls loved Dale. Despite
him being older, he was always willing to play games they liked. He never
played rough and always included the youngest, Lucy, his seven-year-old cousin.
It never occurred to them that he didn’t seem to hanker for the company of
youngsters his own age. What they also didn’t realise was that Dale found the
five little girls very attractive indeed. He had always been very careful to
hide his secret yearning, which had grown over the years, as he and they
matured.
It had been soon after his arrival
in late May 1916 that the relationship between Dale and the girls changed for
ever. He had completed his officer training and arrived at the Devon house, in
full dress uniform, to be greeted by his mother and aunt and five enthusiastic
girls, who’d been asking: “when is Dale coming?” every day for the last three
weeks. He cut a dash and both women complimented him on how smart he looked,
while the girls hero worshiped him. He was on four week’s leave, prior to
joining his regiment. Unbeknown to him, he and many other new recruits wouldn’t
be needed up in the Front, until the ‘Big Push’ started in July, so the army
had granted a month’s leave. He had decided to travel down to
A day or so after his arrival, the
wet weather, which had kept the girls indoors for the last week, dried up and
was replaced with a bright warm sunny day. Inevitably, the girls wanted to go
and play on the beach, while Millicent and Evelyn said they wished to go to the
Mid Devon County Show, which was being held early that summer. The women had no
worries about leaving the girls in his care and set off early in the morning,
leaving six very excited youngsters to occupy themselves for the day.
It was only minutes after the pony
and trap, carrying the two sisters, disappeared up the winding track, that the
five girls and young army officer came out of the house, carrying blankets,
towels, beach toys and a basket of food prepared for them by their mothers for
them to have for their lunch.
They ran across the beach, to the
little sheltered place they always sat in when the wind was coming in from the
south west, as it was now. None of them hesitated in stripping off their day
clothes, dropping them in little piles onto a blanket Dale had spread onto a
dry rock ledge for the purpose. The storm of the previous few days had passed,
but there was still a swell coming up the estuary into the cove from the open
sea beyond the headland. Dale watched the girls, as they ran across the sand,
chasing one another, as little girls do. He wondered what the future held for
him, knowing that in the first battle of
Dale watched the girls carefully,
knowing this holiday was going to be different to the others. Many of the
officers in his training class would, at this moment be following the biblical
advice: ‘eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die’. Dale knew his recreation
would have little to do with drink and food and a lot to do with these five
girls.
Little Lucy came running towards
him. He watched, as if detached, like he was a phantom looking at her without
her knowing. Her little pencil thin legs moving fast as she ran towards him,
her arms pumping forwards and back, her hips wiggling. Her nipples stood out
with her exertions, little light brown pin heads on her flat pale chest. Her
little slit in the centre of the triangle of her thighs and chubby tummy seemed
to wriggle around like it had a mind of its own as she came closer. She stopped
a foot or two away from him. She was panting, her chest and belly heaving as
she breathed. Her little smiling mouth broke into a grin.
“You were watching me, Dale,” she accused
in a friendly tone. “You were looking at my cunny. I saw you.”
“What’s that over there?” Dale
suddenly said, pointing behind her with an urgent tone.
Lucy swivelled round to see what he
was pointing at, her feet apart, her hands on her hips. “There,” he said, “down
by your feet. Can’t you see it?” She bent down to look. Her firm buttocks
parted with her movement and her peach shaped vulva poked out at him from
between her thin thighs. He looked intently at her bottom, her anus open, its
brown asterisk shaped hole seeming to wink at him. Below, her vagina peeked out
at him, her dark interior visible just for a moment, before she looked around
at him, still bending over.
“What did you see, Dale?” she asked.
“Your bottom, of course, silly,” he
laughed, not unkindly.
“You’re just rude,” she said. She
looked around to see if the other girls could hear her, before saying. “Do you
like looking at my naughty bits, Dale? I’ve seen you looking before. I don’t
mind, you know.”
Dale was taken aback by the seven-year-old’s
perception of what he had previously thought of as his secret voyeurism. But
also her willingness to say so. “It had better be our little secret,” he said,
as he stood, trying to hide the half erection in his swimming costume.
“No need,” she said diffidently,
“the others have all noticed you looking at them too. They know what you like
looking at. But it’s OK,” she continued, “we’re all family, so it doesn’t
matter, does it?”
“I suppose not,” he responded
languorously.
“Anyway,” she said, as she turned to
run to join the others, “we’re going in the water. Do you want to join us?” He
watched for a moment, as her buttocks moved in concert with one another. His
erection hardening in response. She was only seven. He knew it was wrong, but
he found her and the other four girls incredibly attractive.
He watched as the five girls ran
towards the water, the waves breaking at their knee height as they walked
further out. He followed them, watching as they jumped through the small surf,
their little bottoms wobbling as they did. The water was cold. It was early
summer and the sun hadn’t raised the temperature much. He watched in amusement
as five pairs of nipples hardened in response to the cold water running across
their naked bodies. The girls were talking together, quietly. It was obvious
they were planning something, but difficult to work out what. Suddenly, as he
neared them, they all turned, pushed him backwards, making him fall. The cold
hit him suddenly, taking his breath away. Then he realised several hands were
on his costume, pulling. In a moment, they had pulled it halfway down his legs.
In another, they were off. He too was now naked. He laughed with them. They had
seen him naked often enough. When he changed on the beach, he made no effort to
hide himself. They were all family.
They swam in the small surf, threw a
ball to each other and splashed water in each other’s faces. Suddenly seven-year-old
Lucy gave a scream and reached down to her calf. “I think I’ve been stung by a
jellyfish,” she cried, tears running down her cheeks. “Oh, it hurts. Help me
Dale, I can’t put any weight on it. Ooh it stings so much.” She reached up as
he came close and put her arms around his neck for support. Then she surprised
him, by lifting herself up, their bodies now pressed together. He reached down
and holding her behind her knees, lifted her up. She locked her feet behind his
waist, his hands now moving down, supporting her under her bottom, one glorious
buttock in each hand.
Dale, thinking her mind was on the
pain in her calf, took the risk of letting his fingers slip inwards towards her
vulva, immediately feeling the bulge of her labia pressing against his
fingertips. He was chest deep in the water, so the others couldn’t see where
his fingers had strayed, as they gently explored her most intimate place, He
suddenly realised Lucy wasn’t sobbing anymore. He looked down at her. She was
looking intently back at him, her expression unreadable. His cock hadn’t been
idle, as he had felt his cousin’s pudenda, and was now as stiff as a pole. He
could feel it pressing against the back of his hand. All he needed to do was
pull his fingers out of the way. He let her down a fraction of an inch, feeling
his tip sink into the wide gap in her cleft, where her vagina was held open by
him holding her buttocks. They both felt the contact at the same moment. She
blinked as she looked into his eyes. He wondered what she was thinking. Then he
knew. She curled her hip towards him, increasing the pressure between them.
Then she pulled back and moved forward again. The movement was unmistakable.
She was rubbing herself against him.
“How’s Lucy?” asked Mary, Dale’s ten
year old sister, waking him from his reverie.
“I think she’ll be fine,” responded
Dale in his older-brother-knows-best voice, “She just needs to keep the weight
off it for a few minutes.
“I need to move my leg as well,”
added Lucy, “it seems to help.” She immediately started to move herself more
vigorously against him. There was no pretence now. They both knew what she was
doing. It was only a matter of a couple of minutes and she suddenly stiffened
and took a deep breath, which sounded more like a gasp. She buried her face in
the crook of Dales armpit, as she shuddered into her orgasm.
Mary smiled at Dale, an unspoken
understanding passed between them. Mary knew full well about her brother’s
peccadilloes. She had seen his expression when he looked at her and the other
girls. She had even pretended to be asleep that first night, when he came into
her bedroom a few months ago and lifted the sheets off her. She had wondered
what he was doing; then knew when she felt him lift her nightdress up.
He had stood there for a full five
minutes, just staring at her nakedness in the dim light cast by the candle he
carried. Then another time, a few nights later, she’d woken to feel his hand on
her leg under the sheet. His fingers were moving slowly up, until her thighs,
tight together stopped him feeling further. He had paused in thought, before he
pulled her leg towards him, opening the gap, letting his fingers once more slip
along the inside of her thigh, until he touched her cleft.
Again, he had stopped, as if
wondering what to do next. Then, carefully, he had explored her shape. He had
not tried to penetrate her in any way. She had wished he had pressed harder, as
his finger passed up over her clitty, almost making her jerk in response. He
had then felt the shape and firmness of her mound, before suddenly leaving the
room. After he had gone, her own fingers slipped down to where her brothers had
just been. She didn’t know that while she played with her clitoris, that he was
now in his own bed, masturbating to a fierce climax.
The following day, Mary had waited
until her mother and sisters had gone out into the garden for some reason. She
went upstairs to her brother’s room, where she found him sitting at his desk
writing a letter of application to the colonel of his father’s old regiment,
asking for a commission. He turned to her, as she entered and smiled. It was as
if he knew why she had come up alone. She moved slowly towards him.
He had seen her eyes glitter the
night before, as she had pretended to be asleep while he had molested her. She
moved to his side and rested her hand on his shoulder. Neither spoke, as they
looked at each other. He turned towards her, still sitting. Without taking his
eyes away from hers, he reached down and pulled her towards him, his feet
moving between hers, making her spread her legs outside his, as she moved
further towards him, the hem of her frilly knee length skirt brushing up along
his shins, until her thighs, now pressed to the outside of his, touched the
edge of his chair.
Still neither spoke, eyes riveted
together, as he reached down under her white and blue dress. She was wearing
thin cotton underwear. Not exactly bloomers, nor were they skimpy. He reached
between her thighs and pressed his palm to her, feeling her warmth and shape.
She moved against him, giving him all the encouragement he needed. He moved his
other hand under the skirt and with one either side of her, pulled the panties
down, feeling them resist as they dropped over the rise of her buttocks.
Bringing his right hand round to her
front, he slowly felt the swell of her mound, his fingertip finding the dimple
at the top of her cleft, slipping gently into her, feeling her labia encase the
end of his finger. He felt her cowl, as he moved further along, seeing her eyes
half close as he did so. He moved back, feeling her clit, as it firmed up under
his touch, pressing slightly harder now. She jerked slightly as the tingles and
sensations surged through her young pre-pubescent body.
Dale’s other hand joined the first,
exploring further along her cleft, while his other fingers continued to
pleasure his sister’s clitty. He found the entry to her vagina, and as he
pressed to her was surprised that she was damp. Not just damp, but she felt
slippery there. He gently let his fingertip slip into her, feeling her warmth
and damp and more. She clamped on him suddenly. He only had his finger in her
barely half an inch, and yet he’d felt her clamp on him. Then again. She
grunted and now her eyes closed. Her hand grabbed his forearm, pulling him into
her. Then Mary came. There was no mistaking it, as she ground herself against
his intruding fingers, her groans loud enough to be heard downstairs, if anyone
else had been there.
Mary’s climax lasted no more than
ten or fifteen seconds. But those seconds would remain in her mind for years to
come. At last, she was sated. Her hand still holding his arm pushed down, as
she lifted herself off him, stepping back. She reached beneath her skirt and
adjusted her underwear. She smiled at her brother, stroked his cheek once,
before turning and walking out. Not one word had passed between them, and yet a
thousand words of understanding had instead. That occasion was the first of
many. It didn’t happen every day, nor every week. But it happened from time to
time when opportunity presented itself. Mary loved her brother and knew before
long she would show him just how much. She knew the other girls loved him too.
It would be just a matter of time before they too found what pleasure Dale
could give them.
And so Dale carried Lucy out of the
water and up the beach, followed by Mary, to their picnic spot, where he sat
her on the blanket. “How’s the leg now, Luce?” he asked.
“Much better, thank you Dale,” she
said, staring openly at his rampant cock, now swinging back and forth in front
of her face as he straightened up. She knew what had made her cum and already
she was wondering how she could get it again.
“Good,” he said, turning away, as if
he were in full uniform on a parade ground, “I’ll leave you two to have a
little chat, shall I?” He smiled at Mary as he passed her giving her a wink,
making her smile back, knowing what he wanted her to do. Dale walked back into
the sea, some distance along the strand from the other girls, letting his
erection calm down. As far as he was concerned, the morning had gone very well
so far. Two down, three to go.
CHAPTER 2
The world became like one of the
moving picture shows he’d seen at a new cinema in
* * * * * * * * * * *
“Do you like Dale?” asked Mary as
soon as he was out of earshot.
“Yes, of course,” replied Lucy
without hesitation, “why wouldn’t I? He’s my cousin and he’s kind and generous
and spends time with me and makes me laugh and…..”
“He made you cum, in the water,”
said Mary.
“He, err, he,” stuttered the little
girl.
“He made you cum.”
“Yes Lucy admitted quietly, blushing
again.
“He might die in this war, Luce,”
interrupted Mary, looking at the seven-year-old like her mother might.
“I don’t want anything to happen to
him,” Lucy said fervently. “I love him. He treats me as an equal, I would do
anything for him.”
“Would you let him touch you, Luce,
maybe make you cum again?” asked Mary.
Lucy blushed. “Yes, as I said, I
would do anything for him. Is that bad?”
“Well, yes and no,” said Mary,
sounding like a wise old owl to seven-year-old Lucy, despite her only being ten
years old herself. “It depends how you feel about him, what you want from him,
who you might tell.”
Lucy’s hand shot to her mouth in
anxious surprise, her eyes wide. “Oh,” she gasped, “I wouldn’t tell anyone. As
I said, I love Dale.”
“That’s good then,” said Mary in a
tone Lucy recognised as being authoritative. “He’s going off to fight the Huns
soon,” she continued. “He might not come back. So many men have already been
killed and it doesn’t seem the war will end soon. Clare and I love our brother;
we have decided we will make this holiday special for him. Will you help us?”
Mary explained what she had in mind. “I know he likes looking at us girls, you
know, down there. He’s been doing it for years. But he’s never done anything
more. Until this last week. He touched me and now, if you let him, he might
touch you too. He hasn’t touched Clare yet, but I know he will soon and I know
she will let him. So if he tries to touch you again, Lucy, will you let him?”
Lucy had been listening open mouthed
to what Mary said. “Yes,” she said, “and I won’t tell anyone.”
“What about the others?” asked Mary,
needing to find out how the land lay. “Alice and Emily. Do you think they
might, you know, let Dale touch them too?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I
think so, because I heard them talking in bed last night. They were saying it
might be nice if he kissed them and wondered what it would be like. They said
it might be nice to try. Do you want me to ask them?”
“No, Lucy,” said Mary smiling at the
younger girl’s enthusiasm on something which they all knew was a taboo subject
with their mothers, “leave that to me. I will sound them out. Let’s go and join
the others. They’ll be wondering what we’re talking about.” They walked back to
the edge of the water, hand in hand. Dale was giving each girl a catapult out
of the water, cupping his hands, letting them put their foot in it like a
stirrup, then launching them upwards, enjoying the view of their splayed legs
as they went skywards.
“Oh that looks fun,” said Lucy, as
she ran into the sea, “can I have a turn?”
Dale turned and looked at his
sister, Mary. Another unspoken word passed between them. He knew she’d been
talking to Lucy and why. He leaned down and said something into
“What is it?”
“Is it that obvious?” asked Mary.
“Uh huh,” nodded
Mary pulled the blanket up over them
both, hiding their naked bodies, as though she wanted to keep warm; her motive
ulterior. “You know what I was telling you about Dale?” said Mary quietly.
“Mmm,”
nodded
“You mean put his hands inside my
panties and play with me like you and I do to each other?” asked
“That’s where you’re wrong,” smiled
Mary. “He brought her off a little while ago in the water. Didn’t you notice?
It was just after she was stung by that jellyfish. I spoke to her afterwards and she’s up for
it. So is Clare. I already spoke to her. That just leaves Emily. What do you
think?”
“Em? No
problem.” laughed
“Nothing yet,” said Mary, “but I
would love it if we could all do something with him together?”
“Yeah,” said
The girls
pretended they wanted to go and use their little nets in the rock pool the
other side of the beach. As soon as
The girls looked
across the narrow cove to where he was lying on the blanket, naked, reading his
book, a forearm under his head like a pillow, as they’d seen him a hundred
times before. But today was different. They had made a plan; each knowing what
part they were going to play, as they casually walked towards him.
“What are you reading?” asked Mary,
trying to distract him.
“It’s called A Portrait of the
Artist as a Young Man,” he said smiling up at her. “It’s about a chap
called Stephen Dædalus, he’s an aspiring writer, who
is trying to find out what he wants from life. He has a struggle in his mind
between his religion to which he is devoted and the many opportunities open to
him. He has an epiphany one day walking across a beach and sees a beautiful
girl in the water. In the end he decides to live life to the full…. What……” He
looked down, as Lucy and Clare both squatted down and sat, one on each of his
outstretched knees. Before he could react, Emily stepped over him, and sat down
on his chest. Next,
Mary stood over him, her feet either
side of his head. She could see he was looking directly up between her thighs,
her cleft not only spread because of the position she was in, but damp too; not
from swimming, but damp because of what they were about to do to Dale. Already,
Dale’s cock was swelling and lengthening between
“What do you lot think you’re
doing?” he asked, trying not to gasp, as incredible sensations swept through
his body.
“We’ve been talking,” said Mary,
“and we agree with Stephen Dædalus.” He blinked at
her, confused. “We think before you go to war, you should live life to the full
too.” At that moment, Mary knelt down, her knees now far apart and lowered her
pussy over Dale’s mouth, just as he was about to reply to her comment. She
moved in time with the other girls. All five of them moving over his body
together. All now becoming aroused all thrilled with the feelings between their
thighs, all of them knowing what was going to happen in a few seconds.
Dale lay there, his tongue now deep
in his sister’s cleft as she gyrated over him. He could feel her clitty
swelling and taste her arousal flowing from her vagina, as her thighs seemed to
spasm against his cheeks. He realised she was cuming. He was making his ten
year old sister cum and she seemed to like it as much as him. He blew caution
to the wind, and pressed his tongue as deep into her vagina as he could,
feeling her hymen resisting his intrusion, aware she suddenly squirted into his
mouth. Her taste exquisite.
Behind Mary was Emily, sitting on
his chest. He reached round and put his hands on her hips as she moved. He
tried to reach down to feel her mound and cleft, but there wasn’t enough room.
Just as he was about to give up, he felt her take his hand in hers, lift one
leg and push his hand under her. She was leaning to one side, lifting her other
thigh up, to give him space. He could feel along the whole length of her cleft,
from her bottom to her mons, her plump labia. His fingertip found the entry to
her vagina, her wet slippery vagina, her arousal oozing from her, easing the
way for him. His finger slipped in surprisingly easily, immediately
encountering her hymen. She took his finger in her hand and moved it a fraction
upwards, finding the little hole there, before pushing him deeper into her, his
finger sinking one then two knuckles into her. Suddenly, he could feel her
clamping on his finger, as he nudged her deepest place, her cervix. She was cuming
too. Her cries of pleasure muted, but no less expressive for that.
Trying to ignore what
His mind came back to
They were all breathing hard. It had
happened so quickly, none of them knew what to do now. An air of embarrassment
hovered over them. Then Dale said: “That was the most wonderful thing that’s
ever happened to me. You are my five most favourite people in the whole world.
I love each of you.” It took away the tension. The girls lay either on him, or
on the blanket, cuddling into him. They knew he would have to leave soon. They
didn’t want him to go, but knew he must.
CHAPTER 3
Dale lay on the stretcher in the
ambulance as it jogged along the road to Amiens, the capital of
* * * * * * * * * * *
“Was it nice?” asked Mary.
“Hmm,” replied
“Is it?” said Mary, pausing for a
moment. “Can I look?”
“Can I taste it?” asked Mary. She
didn’t wait for an answer, as she pulled
In moments, the two girls were
enthusiastically cuming. They didn’t realise the noise they were making,
attracting the attention of the others. Emily, Lucy and Clare walked curiously
over and stood watching Mary and Alice in the final throws of their orgasms.
“What are they doing?” asked Lucy
innocently, unconsciously rubbing the tip of her clitoris, where it just poked
out from her little girl cleft, with her fingertip.
“They’re making each other feel
nice,” Dale said, walking up behind the three girls, as they watched. “A bit
like when you felt nice in the water earlier.”
“Oh,” said Lucy in a casual, almost
dismissive tone, as if watching a girl, eat out another, was something she saw
every day. “Do you want to try it with me, Clare?” Clare nodded and in no time
at all, the two little ones walked over to where they’d left their towels.
Dale looked down at nine year old
Emily, who, pulled her eyes away from Mary’s tongue, still burrowing into her
sister’s pussy and smiled up at him. “That just leaves you and me, Em,” he said, picking up his towel and taking her hand,
walked her across the beach. Emily hero worshiped her only male cousin. He was
just like a brother to her. She couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t there.
He’d always been kind to her, even when she knew she’d been a ‘pesky’ little
girl at times in the past. In the last few months, when she was in bed, she
would think about him and without knowing what she’d done, would suddenly
realise she was playing with herself as she saw him in her mind. She could only
cum when she thought of him. None of the other boys she knew would do. This
morning had been amazing. All the things she thought they could do together had
started to happen; as if they were just meant to be. Mary and Alice had said
Dale might not come back from the war. She couldn’t bear the thought of that.
She loved him, he must come back. She didn’t know what he wanted to do now, but
whatever it was she would let him.
As they walked up the beach, she
realised they were heading for the old boathouse. His arm was round her
shoulder, so she put her’s around his waist. She felt his hand slide down her
back, a shiver of arousal surging through her, as he cupped her buttocks, his
fingers slipping between them as they moved with her walking. She glanced down
and could see he was becoming erect again. So soon! She’d heard boys couldn’t
do it too soon after they’d already cum.
Dale pushed open the door of the
boathouse, peering into the dusty gloom. The sun shone down through a skylight,
casting a beam of light onto the small foredeck of the sailing dinghy. Tiny
dust particles danced and sparkled in the sunbeam as they moved into its glare,
like players on a stage under the lights. They moved to the boat, as if the
sunbeam guided them. Without saying anything, Dale spread the towel across the
foredeck. He turned and placing his hands under her armpits, lifted Emily up
onto the towel. Her face was just below his, as he moved towards her, his arms
encircling her, hers not quite reaching around his chest. As he moved against
her, her knees parted, letting him come closer.
He pushed back a damp lock of her
golden hair from her face and looked down into her sparkling blue eyes. Nothing
needed to be said, as he slowly moved his lips to hers, their mouths opening,
their tongues exploring, dancing, loving. She moved her hand behind his head
and pulled him tighter against her, their teeth scraping together. An urgency seemed
to move through Emily, as she was finally doing what she’d dreamed of for the
last year or so with the one person she loved most in the whole world, who may
be taken from her so soon.
Dale felt Emily’s legs wrap around
his waist as he stood hugging her, their arms wrapped around each other. He
could feel her urgency in her movements. She was only nine and yet she seemed
to have the needs of one twice her age. Her breathing was coming in short
pants, her movements jerky. He felt her heels behind his bum pulling him
closer. His crown was nestled in the folds of her labia, pressed hard to her
entry. She was damp with her arousal and desire; his pre-cum now flowing
freely. He slipped in a fraction, his cock finding its own way without
guidance. She curled her hips towards him, letting his crown sink through the
tight elastic cuff of her entry, up against her hymen. Her movement telling
Dale she had no reservations about what was about to happen. She wanted this as
much as he did.
They paused in that position for
what seemed like an age, but was probably just a couple of minutes. They felt
the almost painful tightness ease, as she dilated slightly. Then she surprised
Dale again, when she jerked her hips forward once more, forcing his crown
through her hymen in an instant. She froze for a moment, a tear threatening to
break away from her blue eye. The sting of her virginity going, vanishing as
quickly as it had come. Then, as if it was nothing, she pulled him in again
with her heels, feeling his cock slide into her; deep into her.
Dale watched his nine year old
cousin, as if seeing her for the first time. She had always been his favourite
and a love had grown between them as they had played together as small
children, got into trouble together and been chastised or punished together.
They had always been partners in crime, despite their big difference in ages.
But he had never thought she would want him as her first, however much they
loved one another. He was in a dream world, feeling his cock slip deeper into
Emily’s wonderful, tight, vagina, feeling her passage peeling open to his
penetration. Then he nudged her end. She gasped. Not in discomfort, but as a
surge of pleasure forged through her whole lower body. He pulled back a
fraction, resisted by the pressure of her heels on his bum, before thrusting
back into her again. She released her heels, granting him movement and was
rewarded with another small withdrawal and thrust. He pulled back further each
time, before thrusting firmer and quicker into her cervix. Every time a jolt of
pleasure, like a mild electric shock pulsed through her, making her contract
hard on his cock.
Emily felt her pleasure rising. She
knew it wouldn’t be long now and suddenly her whole body seemed to erupt in a
mind numbing surge of pleasure. She could feel Dale’s cock deep inside her,
nudging her ‘spot’ again and again, making her pleasure increase every time.
She didn’t think this could get any better, then suddenly, she felt him pause,
press hard into her deepest place and erupt inside her. He was cuming. His cock
pulsed and pulsed inside her, making her climax go up to an even higher level.
She was just thinking she couldn’t take any more; it was just too good, when he
slowed and stopped.
After a minute, while they remained
still, letting their breathing and pulses return to something like normal, Dale
reached down and pulled Emily up, cuddling her to his chest. Her arms naturally
clung around his neck, while his hands reached under her, lifting her up. He
walked to the door, pulled it open and went outside into the sunshine, both of
them blinking in the glare. As he walked back across the sand to join the
others, she realised his cock was still buried deep inside her. She loved it
there. It seemed to give her a sense of security; as though he was saying
everything will be alright.
CHAPTER 4
Dale remembered little of the early
part of the journey from Albert to Amiens, until the painkiller started to wear
off. The ambulance was a simple converted farm cart, able to carry six men on
stretchers in two tiers of three on either side. He was on the top tier. It was
a hot day and the sides of the ambulance were open to let welcome fresh air
waft in. Dale watched the countryside drift slowly passed. A lance of pain shot
through his leg. Before leaving the clearing station in Albert, he’d been given
morphine to sooth the pain. A piece of shrapnel had been pulled from his upper
thigh and a few stitches roughly held the wound together. He would receive more
treatment in
On the top tier, the other side of
the ambulance was a young German officer. He was in a bad way. He’d been
reconnoitring in no-man’s-land during the night before the attack and had
hidden in a shell hole when the British shells started to fall short. He had
received a belly wound. The medic had told Dale he might not make it.
Dale looked at the German. He was
the first he’d seen. He looked just like anyone else; not the monster he’d been
led to believe. The German turned and smiled at Dale through his pain. No
morphine had been ‘wasted’ on him.
“Cigarette?” the man said, miming
with his fingers at his lips.
Dale was good with languages, having
learnt French, German and some Russian at school as well as Latin and some
Classical Greek. He reached into his tunic pocket, hanging from a hook beside
him and offered the man his cigarette case. A parting gift from his guilt-ridden
father. It had his regimental badge engraved on it. Dale watched as the man
pulled out a cigarette with shaking hands, before taking his lighter. The man
took a long drag, staring up at the roof of the ambulance, then passed the
cigarette case and lighter back.
“Been in the army long?” asked Dale
in his schoolboy German.
The man shook his head. “No, just
two weeks.” He laughed ironically, immediately grimacing at the pain. “I joined
to see the world, and here I am seeing
* * * * * * * * * * *
They spent most of the day on the
beach, kicking a ball around, digging in the sand, splashing in the cold, early
summer, sea water and enjoying the picnic they had carried down with them
carefully packed in one of Evelyn’s wickerwork baskets. None of the other girls
talked about what had happened in the boathouse with Emily, although all of
them knew. They also knew that they too would have their turn very soon. An air
of anticipation hung over the little group.
Dale reached into the basket and
pulled out a flagon of cider.
He realised his mistake about five
minutes later, when the girls all started giggling and laughing over nothing in
particular. The scrumpy cider had been stronger than even he had realised. He
encouraged them to eat their lunch. He’d always been told food would absorb the
alcohol and help sober someone up. It seemed to work to a point and soon, the
girls were sitting in a large circle, eating their sandwiches, chatting and
laughing animatedly.
Soon afterwards, starting with the
youngest, the girls lay down on their towels, still chatting away. Then, one by
one, they started to drift off to sleep. At last the only ones still awake were
Mary, Alice and Dale.
“Did you enjoy fucking my sister?”
asked
“Yes, thank you, Alice. Very much
indeed. In fact I think it was the best fuck I’ve ever had.” What he didn’t add
was that it was the only fuck he’d ever had.
“Well I thought you might have let
me go first,” she said petulantly, “after all, I am the oldest.”
Realising she wasn’t that cross with
him, he decided to tease her a little. “All good things come to those that
wait, Alice,” he smiled, glancing at Mary. “Besides,” he continued, “it’s
Mary’s turn next isn’t it Mary?”
Mary turned to him in shock. She
hadn’t thought that her relationship with Dale would go as far as intercourse.
She loved him deeply and would be happy to mess around with him, kiss him, let
him feel her up, perhaps give him a hand job. But intercourse? With her own
brother?
Dale saw the doubts running through
Mary’s mind writ clear on her face. “I was only joking, Mar’,” he said, giving
her a reassuring look. She had let him look and feel her up when he thought she
was asleep in her bed; she had come to his room when he was working and let him
put his hand under her skirt and make her cum; this morning, she’d let him eat
her out as she’d squatted over him here on the beach. But she hesitated when it
came to letting him fuck her. That seemed wrong. Her own brother! “We will do
whatever you want,” he continued, “or nothing at all, if you prefer.” She
smiled at him. The tension diffused.
“I don’t mind what we do, Dale,” she
said, “just not that. Do you mind?”
“Not at all, Mar’,” he said. “I love
you with all my heart. Anyway, if you want, there are other ways we can make
love; or not at all if you prefer.”
“Other ways?” she asked. “What sort
of other ways?”
Dale stepped forward and kissed Mary
full on the lips, stopping her chit-chat. He put his arms around her and
clasped her full bottom, one buttock in each palm. Pulling back a fraction, he
said: “You could make love with this,” He pushed his mouth back to hers and
before she could react, thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, dancing with her
tongue. She was just getting into this, when he pulled away just as suddenly.
He slipped his finger down through her bum crack, finding her anus, pressing
his finger in a fraction and said: “or with this if you want.”
She gasped in shock. “You mean you
would…..”
“Only if you wanted to, Mar’,” he
said. Then he said mischievously: “If not,
“No, not with you, Alice, I wouldn’t
dream of doing either of those things to you.” She looked disappointed for a
moment, before he added: “No, with you, Alice, it has to be in your cunt.”
Mary blushed bright red, suddenly
realising what Dale had been driving at. She recovered in a moment and said: “Well
I’ve already told you what I think, when it comes to me. Shall I suck it and
see; or sit on the problem? Hmm, maybe I should do both.” Dale laughed at his
sister’s sense of fun. Suddenly, the mood altered. They sat watching the sea
and the other girls playing, thinking what a wonderful day this was turning
into, but at the same time what was going to happen now. Mary moved across and
sat on Dale’s lap; her back against his chest. She turned her head and
stretching her hand behind his head, brought her lips to his, kissing him
passionately. She whispered something to him. He nodded solemnly.
Alice watched her two favourite
cousins, as though she wasn’t present, like a voyeur peeping through a keyhole,
like she’d done many times years ago, when Auntie Millicent used to come and
stay when Daddy was still alive. People had always asked why all the girls
looked so alike, and yet Dale looked so like his father.
Dale’s cock was as far into Mary as
it could go and he knew if he was three inches longer, it would have all gone
in. He could feel Mary clamping on him as he moved inside her, her tight
passage just as nice as Emily’s pussy had been just an hour or so ago. He
frigged her little clitoris with an expert touch. He’d brought Mary off several
times in recent weeks and knew exactly where her sensitive spot was and how
fast and firm she liked it.
Alice couldn’t resist the
temptation, and realising Mary was far into her climax and Dale was almost
there himself, she moved over them and knelt down, her knees spread far apart
outside their thighs, facing them. She placed her hands on Mary’s shoulders,
making her eyes pop open. Mary didn’t disappoint, and reached under
“No, not like that,”
The climax came suddenly and the
three never realised the noise they had made. Neither did they care. Dale had
filled his sister’s rectum with his cum and watched Alice and Mary making love
in front of him, even as his final pulses spurted into Mary. He slowly released
his grip on Mary’s shoulders and lay back on his towel. His cock was still
embedded deep inside Mary, even as she and Alice continued to pleasure one
another.
CHAPTER 5
Dale didn’t remember much of the
rest of that day. He’d been given another shot of morphine before he was
transferred out of the ambulance and into the hospital. He recalled the loud echoey sounds along the white ceramic corridors as doctors,
nurses and other patients hurried around his trolley going about their business
while he was moved to wherever they wanted him. He later remembered the bright
light over him and the fear as the gas mask was applied to his face in the
operating theatre. Then nothing.
The sun was shining in through the
tall open windows of the officers’ ward, the thin curtains floating in the
light breeze. His eyes blinked open, seeing a white painted ceiling and a large
fan lazily rotating above him.
“You had us worried for a while,” a
man’s voice spoken in heavily accented English, “My name is Doctor Clovis,
Monsieur.”
It was obvious the doctor struggled
with his English, so Dale replied in his faultless French: “Thank you Doctor.
My name is Lieutenant Dale Winchester. What happened to me?”
The
doctor, relieved to speak in French said: “You were hit by a piece of red hot
shrapnel in your groin. It punctured your Femoral Artery,” the doctor glanced
at his face, “what amazed me was that the metal also cauterized the artery and
stopped the bleeding, otherwise you’d be dead. The dressing station in Albert
patched up the wound and, well, I finished the job here. Another inch, and you
wouldn’t have fathered any children,” he chuckled. Dale recalled the similar
comment the man in Albert had made.
“Thank you Doctor, I am in your
debt. What happens now?” asked Dale.
“You will be here for a few days,
then you will go by train to
“Monsieur,” she said in a voice
which might have been heard three miles away, “I run a tidy ward. A clean,
disciplined, quiet ward.” Dale tried not to laugh at her final comment in view
of her own volume. Clearly she read his expression. “You find something
amusing?”
“No Madame,” he responded in a
chastised tone, “I am very grateful to be here and alive.”
“I should hope so,” she harrumphed,
glancing back at the clipboard. “We wake you at six, breakfast at seven, bed
bath at eight, Doctor’s rounds at nine, medication and injections round at
ten.” She seemed to relish the last comment as she hooked his clipboard back on
the steel rail at the foot of his bed and moved off in pursuit of the doctor.
Dale heard loud laughter from the
next bed. He turned to see a heavily bandaged man. “Her bite is even worse than
her bark, boyo,” said the man in a heavily accented
Welsh voice. “Just you wait until she gives you an injection. She stabs you
like a German with a bayonet. She’s actually the local girls’ school
headmistress,” he explained. “She had once been a nurse and when the offensive
was planned, the hospital was so short staffed, they called her in to help. She
offered to bring in her girls from school to help under her supervision. They
clean the ward, change dressings, make beds and feed us. The only problem is
they neither speak English nor Welsh,” he laughed again. “I’m William Evans, by
the way First Lieutenant of the Welsh Guards.”
“Dale Winchester,” responded Dale.
“My first posting. Three days in the line and then this.”
“Bad luck, boyo,”
said William. “Or more to the point good luck. You’re out of it for a while
now. All those poor bastards killed yesterday and it’s still going on. They say
thousands are lying out in no-man’s-land wounded. The casualties are pouring
back from the line all the time. And they’re the ones who are still alive.”
Just then, a very pretty girl of
about fifteen or sixteen walked through the ward between the beds, pushing a
small trolley. She had a tight fitting nurse’s uniform on, which showed off all
her curves. Both men watched her pass by. “Don’t even think what you’re
thinking,” said William, chuckling. “She’s off limits to the likes of you and
me.” He saw Dale’s confused expression. “All Madame Morain’s
older girls work in the senior officers’ wards. Captains and above. I
understand some of the girls look after them very nicely for a little, how
should I say, ‘thank you’. They have a bit of fun for a Franc. For five, it’s
anything you want. Us humble lieutenants only have the younger girls to look
after us, so don’t get excited.” Dale thought the arrangement was going to suit
him very well indeed, but didn’t say so.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The sun passed its zenith and the
afternoon began with the six youngsters getting the canoes out of the
boathouse. They dragged them down the beach, then all went back to pull the
small sailing dinghy down as well. It was on a small trolley, otherwise they
wouldn’t have managed it. Mary and Alice took a canoe each, while the other
three girls waited while Dale quickly hoisted the gaff rigged sail up the mast,
mounted the rudder on it’s pintles, inserted the
tiller, before holding the boat while the girls climbed aboard.
As they were going out of the little
cove, onto the river, they had all donned their swimsuits, which usual for the
time, had all been knitted from wool, by their mothers.
They turned downstream towards
Buckland, knowing the tide would flood in about half an hour and help them on
the return journey. Mary and Alice came close once or twice to splash the
others with their paddles. This was soon discouraged when Emily found the
galvanised bailer and skilfully sent volumes of water back at their attackers.
It was a glorious day and one they would all remember for many years to come.
Perhaps they would try fishing for some mackerel soon. Dale wondered if he
would hook all the girls today as well.
Dale had let Emily steer. She was a
competent helmswoman. Her sister, Lucy sat beside her taking a turn every now
and then. He was sitting right up in the bows, his feet either side of the
mast. Clare was sitting on his lap, leaning back against his chest. His hands
were clasped around her lower tummy, hers clasped over his. They enjoyed
tacking back and forth towards the river mouth. They could now see, smell and
feel the open sea, small waves moving in from the south west, the wind
fluttering through their hair.
“Dale?” said Clare, in a voice so
quiet, he almost missed it.
“Hmm?” he responded.
“You will come back, won’t you? You
know from
“Of course Clare,” he said
carefully, “whatever made you think I might not?”
“My friend Joanna, her Daddy and
older brother were both killed together last September somewhere called Loos,”
she said, almost breaking into tears. “And my maths teacher at school, Mr. Williams,
he was killed at a place called
“I can’t promise that, my darling
Clare, you know that,” he said honestly. “All I can promise is I will do
everything possible to come back to you and the others.”
“Today has been very special to all
of us girls,” she stuttered through tears now running down her face. “We all
love you so much, and now you are going to war. Will you love me, like you
loved Mary, so I have something to remember you by, until you return?” She
pushed his fingers an inch or so lower, pressing into her cleft, as she parted
her knees.
“Of course I will, Clare,” he
whispered in her ear. “Mary said I cannot take her virginity and I think she is
right. You are my sister too. There are other ways, though, if you want.”
“What other ways, Dale?” she asked,
looking over her shoulder at him.
“Well you could give me a little
suck, if you want,” he looked at her steadily
“Eww,” she
muttered, “I don’t know I could do that.”
“How about if I slip it in your
bottom?” She smiled and nodded, squeezing his fingers against herself once
more, feeling her clitty clench with the contact.
“Yes,” she said, grinning, “just
like you did with Mary.”
“Shall we see if we can do it
without the others knowing?” he asked. She giggled, confirming she thought that
was a great idea.
Dale lifted his knees up a few
inches, bracing his feet on one of the ribs of the hull. The others wouldn’t be
able to see what he was doing. He moved his hands under her and cupped her
bottom in his palms. Next, he pulled the woollen leg hole of her costume to one
side and slipped his hands over the globes of her bottom, either side of her
valley. His fingertip could feel her anus was dilated slightly. They rested
there, unmoving.
He waited until Emily and Lucy were
calling out something to the canoeists, and pushed his swimming trunks down
enough to release his rampant cock. He pulled Clare’s cheeks apart, his fingers
either side of her anus and brought her quickly down so his tip pressed into
her entry. Holding her weight with a combination of his knees, palms and belly,
he slowly lowered her. His pre-cum covered crown nudged into her sphincter,
making her clamp for a moment, before her willpower relaxed it, letting him
pass through. He felt her rectum pull his foreskin back; then after that, he
was able to slide into her with comparable ease, his crown peeling her
passageway open as it penetrated her bowels.
He was in, all the way in. He took
his hands away and pulled her back into his chest, his hands once again clasped
over her belly, her hands over his. “Do you think they noticed?” he whispered
into her ear.
She shook her head and giggled. “No,
I don’t think so.”
He raised his knees up a little
further, ensuring the others wouldn’t see what he was doing, as he slipped his
fingers down into her cleft, seeking her little clitty, now hardened and
standing proud from its cowl. He massaged It gently with his fingertip, letting
her rise slowly. No rush. Every now and then, he felt her shudder, her muscles
tensing. She was rising. Then suddenly she came. She couldn’t help herself, as
her head bent back against his chest, her mouth wide open, her eyes tight shut,
as she called out in her ecstasy. Emily and Lucy immediately looked forward at
them, expressions of puzzlement changing to realisation, changing to amusement,
as they perceived their cousin, Clare, was enjoying an intense climax with
Dale, just as they themselves had done earlier.
Clare’s hands were now grasping the
gunnel either side of her shoulders, as she leaned back on her brother’s chest,
her whole weight on his lap, where his cock impaled her a full six inches into
her bowels. By now, her feet had lifted and were braced against the thwart
through which the mast was stepped. Her face was turned upwards, an expression
of ecstasy on her face, her eyes closed, a thin smile on her tight lips.
“How’s Clare doing?” asked
“She’s played her part nicely, I
think,” said Emily, grinning at her older sister. “Dale won’t forget her in a
hurry. I think it’s time we headed back to the beach. Whose turn is it next,
bye-the-way?”
CHAPTER 6
Dale had fallen asleep. He woke with
a jolt, when he heard the sight screens being pulled around his bed. He looked
down the bed, seeing two nurses there. One was the unmistakable sight of Madame
Morain’s broad back. Even from behind she looked
fearsome. The other was a young girl of slight build. When the screens were in
place the two turned, one moving to each side of his bed.
Madame Morain
took hold of the bedcovers and lifted them up, before pulling them quickly down
the bed to below Dale’s knees. He was wearing a regular pyjama top, but because
of his groin injury, he was naked below the waist, other than the bandages.
“Lieutenant,” said Madame Morain brusquely, in her clipped northern French accent,
“This is Nurse Beaulieu. She will look after you during your stay here. I will
now instruct her in the care she must give you.” Madame Morain then
spoke to the girl, while unravelling Dale’s bandages, instructing her on how to
change the dressing, before bandaging him up once more.
Dale took the opportunity to study
the girl in profile. She had long features. Her nose was almost pointed, with
high cheekbones, pale skin, needing to see the sun more. Her chin jutted out
just enough to make her look attentive, while her ears and golden brown hair
were hidden inside her mop cap. He guessed her age to be ten, or at most
eleven. He thought her name suited her, because she was very pretty, as her
name translated. Her blue eyes were downcast. He assumed she was observing
Madame Morain’s movements, when he suddenly realised
she was in fact studying his cock. Despite his wound and Madame Morain’s presence, it twitched, not unnoticed by the girl,
who glanced at his face and Madame Morain, who
snapped: “We’ll have none of that sort of thing on my ward.”
Madame Morain
rambled on telling the girl what, when and how to dress the wound, before
pulling the bed covers up again. Madame Morain tucked
in his bedding on one side, while Nurse Beaulieu did the other. “I will leave
you to undertake the other routines,” Madame Morain
said. “Come and find me when you have finished.” Madame Morain
opened the screen up and exited, closing the screen behind her, leaving Dale
and Nurse Beaulieu alone.
“Hello,” said Dale, testing to see
if she spoke any English, “my name is Dale. I am nineteen years old and I live
in
“I am going to be here for some
time, I think,” said Dale. “If you are going to be my nurse, then perhaps I
should know your first name.”
“I am Rosalie,”
she said boldly, “but everyone calls me Rose. I like your name Dale. Have you
been in the army long? Where in
“Woa, slow down, Rose,” he said putting his fingertip to her
lips, making her blush at the contact and bring her hand up to her mouth. “One
question at a time,” he continued. “You will have plenty of time to find out
all about me. Six months ago I was still in school doing my final exams. So I
am new to the army. My father lives in Birmingham, which is in the middle of
England, and owns a factory making shells for guns, while my mother lives most
of the time with her sister in Devon in the south west of the country. I have
two sisters and three cousins, who are all a similar age to you. I have a photo
of them in my wallet if you would like to see it.” He indicated the bedside
drawer, which she opened and pulled out the wallet. She passed it to him. He
flipped it open and pulled out the photo. She glanced at the five girls.
“They all look like
sisters,” she observed. “They are all fair, but you are dark. Is that your
mother and aunt standing behind them? They both look like the girls. They are
all very pretty.”
“Yes,” he
confirmed. “They are all very close to me. Perhaps one day you will come to
“That would be
nice,” she said wistfully, “but my family is not wealthy. My father died at the
beginning, in
“I know Rose,” he said,
looking her in the eye. “Does it bother you, seeing my queue?” he asked, using
the slang French word for cock (tail).
“When the time
comes, I hope I will be, err what is the word Madame Morain uses? Ah oui, professional.”
“But Rose, you have already seen
it,” he stated simply. “You and he have already been introduced, and he looks
forward to meeting you again very soon.” Dale knew this comment would either
alarm her or pique her interest. He was relieved when a huge grin broke out on
her face, enjoying the little naughty joke he’d played on her.
* * * * * * * * * * *
When they were just outside the
river mouth, they let their mackerel lines out. Although it was early in the
season, they hit a shoal and caught half a dozen fish in as many minutes.
Having returned to the cove, Dale
suggested the girls find some driftwood for a fire, while he gutted and cleaned
the fish. Soon a fire was crackling away, the dry wood easily catching, with
little or no smoke. Dale found a large flat thin rock, which he placed over the
fire to heat up. The boats were then pulled up the sand and returned to the
boathouse. By this time, the stone was hot enough to cook the fish. The girls
each put one on the stone, and using long twigs, poked and turned them until
the flesh had turned a greyish white, the bones separating from the meat. The
meal tasted better to the six, than any kitchen cooked creation could have
done. Everyone laughed when Lucy dropped a small piece of hot fish on her naked
mound, making her jump up with a squeal.
It had been a lovely, long, lazy,
sexy, perfect day for Dale and the girls. Their mothers wouldn’t return until
much later. They had plenty of time. No one said anything, but they all knew
what was going to happen. Dale was sitting on his towel on the sand, leaning
against a grass covered rocky bank.
The other girls were sitting close
to them, Mary and Lucy on one side, Emily and Clare the other. All were
watching Dale petting
While he continued to caress her
nipples with one hand, Dale reached down with the other and let his fingers
slide over
Suddenly, no reserve or
embarrassment was shown by Alice or the others. As soon as she calmed,
The other four girls were kneeling
either side of them, watching avidly, their own fingers openly masturbating
themselves gently as they watched Alice and Dale come together, his body over
hers. They watched enraptured, as his lips came to hers, slowly parting, their
tongues visibly dancing with each other. Their hips moving together, his knees
pushing hers outwards, his groin moving to hers, his hard, long erection,
jerking in time with his pulse, moving between her puffy labia, her knees
lifting up and outwards even more, welcoming him in.
Dale pressed to her entry and eased,
pressed and eased, feeling his slippery pre-cum oozing into her, his crown
slipping in, opening her passage, her hymen now pressed to his end. Their
counterpoint movements increased, their arousal rising, their breathing and
movements shortening and quickening.
Dale was in heaven. A moment he
would recall just a few weeks later, when he was so close to death. His crown
pushed against her end, making her jerk in involuntary reaction to the intense
sensations suddenly surging through her young body. He paused for just a moment, before pulling back and
pushing in. She was so tight, so warm, so….wanting it too. In seconds, he was
thrusting into her, his cycles becoming deeper, longer, faster, better.
Suddenly Dale came. The girls
watching saw the dimples on his buttocks ripple, as his muscles convulsed. His
rapid thrusting suddenly stopping, as he pushed as deep into her as her little
vagina allowed. They could see the muscles of his thighs, buttocks and cock
twitch, the shaft of his penis swelling each time he spurted his sperm laden
semen into the immature womb of his oldest cousin.
Perspiration glistened on their
bodies in the summer sunshine of that warm afternoon, as they both calmed,
holding each other tight, not wanting their bond to slacken, knowing that it
would. The tension went out of them, and when he shrivelled within her, he
rolled to her side, both now looking into the sky, where bird song pierced the
silence, seeing the single lark hovering so high, as if watching them. He
shuddered as a line ran through Dale’s head of a poem written just a few months
before by Canadian doctor
His melancholy soon
vanished, the wonderful sensations of the last few minutes sweeping away
thoughts of what the future may have in store for him. He lifted his head
looked down his body, seeing four faces inspecting him and Alice. He realised
they must be both covered in pre-cum, semen, and perhaps virgin blood. His head
flopped back and turned to Alice, who was looking at him, adoration on her
face. They smiled at one another insensible to the other girls, as if they were
the only people in the whole world at that moment. It was in that instant, Dale
suddenly knew what he was going to war for. To protect what was important to
him. These girls, his family, this place, this
CHAPTER 7
Dale was suddenly awake. He didn’t
know what had woken him. He had been in a drug induced sleep for several hours.
It was dark outside now, the ward lanterns illuminating the lines of beds.
Perhaps it had been the cries of the men suffering from the agonising wounds
tormenting them, as they slowly descended into a sleep in eternity. Dale had
been at the Front such a short time, and yet he already felt that emotional
immunity to the horrors of war every soldier discovers anesthetising them from
what would send them mad otherwise.
It was something else. He peered out
through slitted eyes. He saw movement the bent rump of a nurse’s starched white
uniform skirt. He looked further up and realised it was Rose the ten year old
nursing auxiliary. He remembered it was her first day working here. What was
she doing? It was late. Ward rounds long since over. As his vision cleared, he
saw she had opened Evans’s bedside locker drawer.
She pulled out and opened his
wallet. She looked in and took out a five Franc note, slipped it into her apron
pocket and put the wallet back in the drawer. He did some quick calculations in
his head. She’d just stolen the equivalent of a day’s pay from Evans, but he
also knew to a French private soldier five Francs would be worth two or three
month’s pay. They were paid pennies.To a mere nursing
auxiliary, it was a fortune.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he
whispered sibilantly. She whirled round to face him, terror on her face,
knowing she’d been caught red handed. Even in the dull light of the night time
ward, he could see her chin shaking slightly, her hands wringing, her wide eyes
looking at him. “Put that back, NOW,” he said firmly, but only loud enough for
her to hear. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled the money out and
replaced it in the wallet, before quietly closing the drawer again. “What do
you think you’re doing?” he asked, repeating his first comment.
She hesitated for a moment, before
speaking, deciding to tell him the truth. “Oh monsieur, we are so poor. We are
always hungry. My Maman has no money, now Papa is
dead. I thought no one would notice……”
“I noticed,” he said, adding nothing
more.
Oui Monsieur,” she admitted. She
clasped her hands in front of her, her head bowed, as if waiting for his
judgement.
“What will Madame Morain say when I tell her you are a thief?” he asked.
Her eyes went wide with fear. “She
will beat me. She uses a stick. Then she will expel me from the school, which
means I won’t be able to work here, and earn the Sou
per day they give me. We will be even more poor,” She said, a plea in her
expression. “Monsieur?”
“What, Rose?” he asked, using her
name for the first time.
“Please don’t tell her,” she
pleaded.
He had fully intended to report the
offence. He looked at her steadily, only now his anger dissipating. “I will
think about it Rose,” he said. “I will decide in the morning what to do with
you.”
“Oh thank you, Monsieur,” she
gasped, as if he’d already forgiven her, taking his hand in hers and kissing
the back of his fingers.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The five girls pulled on their
costumes and picked up their belongings, while Dale locked the boathouse and
packed the picnic basket. They walked up the short path leading to the house.
Before the war, there was a maid who would have had tea prepared for their return.
But no longer. She had followed the nation’s call to arms and moved to
Devonport to work at the navy dockyard in their kitchens.
All in all, Dale reckoned it had
been a pretty good day. He’d fucked his virgin cousins Alice and Emily as well
as buggering his own two sisters Clare and Mary. He’d brought Lucy off in the
surf and hoped that perhaps she might be willing to do a little more later on,
if he felt up to it. After they arrived back, Alice and Mary announced they
needed to have a bath, and went upstairs. Clare and Emily followed them.
Perhaps it was a good idea. There was no need for their mothers to discover
semen stains in their underwear later.
Dale sat down in his favourite
armchair by the French windows, which looked over the, now unkempt, lawn toward
the distant sea beyond. He picked up his book and continued to read about
Joyce’s Stephen Dædalus. He’d not even finished half
a page, before seven-year-old Lucy came and stood beside him, waiting, her hand
on the arm of the chair.
“Did you want something, Lucy?” he
asked, “or did you just want to come and cuddle me for a while.” She nodded at
his last comment, took his book out of his hand and placed it on the occasional
table beside her. She turned and without saying anything, sat on his lap,
pulling his hands around her tummy, her hands clasped over his. It was several
minutes before she spoke, as he knew she would.
“Dale,” she muttered.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“Will you die if you go to war?” she
asked, slightly turning so she could make out his reaction.
“Possibly, my darling,” he said
seriously, “but I hope not.”
“I hope not as well,” she stated,
lapsing back into silence for a couple of minutes.
“Dale,” she said again.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“Would you make me feel nice, like
you did before, you know, today in the water?” she asked. She didn’t wait for
his answer, but instead pulled her knee length skirt up and pushed his hands
down. He immediately realised she wasn’t wearing any panties. The seven-year-old
had planned this. He slid his fingers over her plump little mound, feeling it’s
firmness, softness, warmth and sexiness. Her cleft clung to his finger as he
pushed it down through it’s glorious valley, feeling her labia, her cowl and
beneath it her clitty, which made her jump as he pressed to it.
“Dale,” she said yet again.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“Would you put it in me?”
“You’re too small, Lucy. You’re only
seven. It might hurt you,” he said anxiously.
“I know that, silly,” she responded,
as if he’d stated the obvious. “I want you to press it in as far as it will go,
so you squirt into me, like you did for the others.”
He smiled at her enthusiasm.
“Alright,” he said, “let’s make a start and see how it goes.” She seemed to
relax even more into his front, knowing there was no one else here and she
didn’t need to do anything.
Dale started a gentle rhythm, with
his fingertip massaging her clitty. He didn’t change the pressure or speed, but
kept a circular motion going, patiently waiting for Lucy. He didn’t need to
wait long, because after a few minutes of enjoying feeling the pudenda of this
seven year against his hand, he felt her lift, just a fraction. A moment or two
later, she lifted a bit more and in moments, she was well on the way, thrusting
herself against his fingers, parting her knees as she did so. She moaned
quietly. Dale knew it was time. So did she.
Lucy put her elbows on the chair
arms and lifted herself up, while Dale slipped his shorts and underwear down,
letting his cock spring free, slapping into her cleft from underneath. She
lowered herself again, wanting the tingling she felt in her pussy to increase
and spread. She had loved her orgasm in the water early that day and had
wondered ever since how she might enjoy the same again. Dale reached under her
thighs with his hands, and lifted her, spreading her open as he did so.
“Reach down, Lucy,” he suggested,
“put the end where it tingles.” Lucy did as he said and reached down, where
Dale’s hard cock was pressed into her cleft, the tip sticking out the front,
under her mons. “I will lift you now, Lucy. Push it back.” He lifted her a bit
more, and felt her press his cock back along her cleft, his crown ploughing
along, over her clitoris, dipping into the entry of her vagina, suddenly
pressing into her. She paused, feeling and seeing his slippery rounded end
sinking into her.
Dale waited a moment, letting her
relax, before lifting her an inch or two then lowering her again, lifting and
lowering her. He could feel the exquisite sensation of his thick end pressing
into her tiny recess. Each time, her little clitty got dragged in as he
pressed, and popped out again as he lifted her. Lift and lower, lift and lower.
Lucy had never felt anything so
nice. This morning, after she’d been stung by the jellyfish, he’d held her and
pressed his thingy against her and it had felt nice. But this was so much
nicer. She felt those tingles returning now. They came and went like the waves
on the sea. Feeling nice and easing. Each time, it was better. She knew it was
building up, better and better. Then suddenly, it was if coloured lights had
exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her ears were crackling, all her skin
tingled. Her pussy was pulsing and pulsing. The pleasure was better than
anything she’d ever felt before. So good. She had no idea she was crying out in
her ecstasy, her grunts of pleasure in time with her cataclysmic orgasm.
Dale couldn’t believe one so young
could cum as intensely as Lucy was now. He’d cum several times today already,
and that was why he hadn’t surrendered to this incredible fuck with his seven-year-old
cousin. He didn’t need to penetrate her, her tight entry was giving him all the
pleasure he could desire and more. Even so, he knew he couldn’t hold back much
longer, and his climax crashed in almost unexpectedly. He blasted into the
child, spurting semen again and again into her passage. He was pressing so hard
into her, the seal ensured every drop went into her, as he pulsed out his final
ejaculations.
At last it ended. Both catching
their breath, their pulses slowing gradually. Dale sat still, cuddling Lucy to
him, letting her post coital tensions ease. He looked down as his cock slipped
from her entry, and saw blood on his end. Her hymen had popped. As far as he
knew, she’d never felt a thing. Certainly she’d never flinched. On the
contrary, she’d enjoyed herself immensely, as he had too. He looked forward to
a repetition. Fucking this tiny girl, had been one of the most erotic
experiences of his life.
CHAPTER 8
True to her word, Madame Morain entered the ward on the dot of
Madame Morain
paused and looked at Dale distastefully. “Monsieur
“Another thing, Monsieur, we do not
encourage visitors. It would appear you have two visitors today.” She said it
in such a way to suggest that despite not knowing anything about it, he’d
intentionally planned visitors to undermine the discipline and smooth running
of her ward. She continued: “A Sergeant Mason, who is outside now, and he tells
me later today a Colonel Vickers will be calling in.” Suddenly, she was gone,
leaving Dale to his thoughts and the nervous young Mademoiselle Beaulieu. Clearly she hadn’t a
clue what she was doing here, so Dale asked her to go and find Sergeant Mason,
and show him in.
She returned a few minutes later,
with Mason in tow. Dale asked William Evans if he could occupy the girl for
now, while he spoke to the Sergeant.
“Good morning Sir,” said Mason
crisply, saluting with a smile. Dale couldn’t recall Mason ever smiling in the
brief time he’d known him. But then again, he had been preparing for the battle
at the time.
“Sit down Sergeant,” said Dale, leaning
across and pulling a bedpan off the chair between his bed and Evans’s. As Mason
sat, Dale wondered what to do with the bedpan, but was rescued by the girl, who
took it from him, glad to have something to do.
“Congratulations Sir,” said Mason,
warmly. “You’re being awarded a gong. The Colonel’s coming round later, Sir,
but I thought you would like to know.”
A medal?” said Dale, incredulously.
“What on earth for.”
“For what you did, Sir,” said Mason,
thinking his lieutenant was being overly self-effacing. Then seeing Dale’s
expression continued: “You really don’t remember, Sir?”
Dale shook his head, regretting it
instantly, the pain making him bring his hand to his bandaged crown. “Better
run me through it Sergeant,” he said, grimacing for a moment. “I think this
knock on the head had more impact than I realised.”
“Well, Sir,” said Mason, “I was
beside you the whole time.” Mason was a very long serving professional soldier,
who had joined the army as a boy when the Boar War had started in
“It was about ten minutes into the
attack. We were pinned down by machine guns cross firing from the Schwaben and Thiepval. Then our own shells started dropping
short. It was turning into a massacre, Sir. In front of us was masses of uncut
German wire. I mean, Sir, it was so thick, it would have taken hours to cut
through it, and the machine guns and the shelling…. The Company Commander,
Captain Sellers was up near the wire, when he was hit. All the other platoon
lieutenants had been hit already, so that made you acting Company Commander,
Sir,” said Mason. “Men were falling all around us. It was suicide. You shouted
for everyone to hit the deck and find cover. Well with all the shell holes and
broken ground, there was no problem in getting under cover. By then, we’d lost
half the Company, fifty men.” Mason was obviously emotional, despite his long
years of army experience.
“Well, Sir,” he said after composing himself, “I asked you for
orders, and you said: ‘Stay put.’ Then you climbed out of our shell hole and
ran forward to where Captain Sellers was. He was completely tangled up in the
wire. You found some cutters somewhere and started hacking at the wire and
somehow cut him loose. Well by now, the Huns had seen what you were up to and
started firing. I ordered the men to give you covering fire, which helped a
bit. Anyway, you hefted him over your shoulder and started running back towards
us. We were cheering you on. I think even the enemy had stopped firing at you
by then. You’d almost got back to the shell hole. You pushed the Captain down
beside me, then that fucking (pardon me Sir), shell, one of our own, fell short.
Well, after that, you know the rest, Sir.”
“Thank you, Mason,” said Dale. “What
happened to the Captain?”
“Oh, he was all right. He copped a
Blighty* one right enough, but he’s in the senior officers’ ward down there,”
he pointed. “They’ll send him home. He’ll be right as nine pence in a few
weeks.
* Author’s note: Blighty was an informal term for
“So as I said, Sir,” said Mason
brightly, “Colonel’s going to give you a gong. Speaking for myself sir, off the
record, like.” Dale nodded. “Well the Captain, he’s not been himself the last
week or two, and, well, it was obvious we couldn’t get through that wire and
the men were dying unnecessarily. You gave the right command, Sir. You saved
half the Company.”
“So what are you going to do now,
Mason?” asked Dale.
“Well, Colonel’s promoted me to
C.S.M. (Company Sergeant Major), and we are moving back for replacements to
arrive and training, before they decide what to do with us next. I hope we’ll
see you again, Sir, after they’ve patched you up.”
“I hope so too, Mason, and thank you
for coming to see me,” said Dale, smiling, holding his hand out to shake
Mason’s. “And congratulations …. Sergeant Major.”
“Thank you Sir,” he said, standing
up, before saluting once more and leaving.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Dale picked up his book and started
to read. He realised
Not a single word was spoken between
them, as their hitherto latent passion was at last acknowledged by themselves.
Over the next hour, she sucked him, let him taste her, bringing her to a climax
several times. He buggered her again, but pulled out of her before he came.
Both knew what this was leading to and both knew it was the taboo that had held
them back for so long.
At last, Mary rolled Dale onto his
back and swung her leg over him. In moments she positioned herself over him,
and slowly impaled herself on her older brother. She never showed any
discomfort as her hymen dissolved. She was too aroused for that. She lowered
herself, feeling his cock penetrate deep into her body, as if he was piercing
her soul. She so needed this. She climaxed continuously. There was nothing she
could do to stop or enhance it. She just kept cuming. Dale knew this would
perhaps be the one and only time she would permit him to fuck her. He didn’t
know. What he did know was that this was more spiritual than physical. They
were making love, as if somehow their love would keep him alive. At last he
came. Pressed deep into her cervix, he emptied himself into her. It wasn’t like
the cataclysmic orgasms he’d enjoyed with his three cousins. It was gentle,
caring, loving. It was special and they both knew it. Still in her as deep as
his cock could reach, they fell asleep.
“Do you think history is repeating
itself?” asked Millicent, looking down at her son and oldest daughter, as they
lay one on the other, his long thick half tumescent cock curling up into her
vagina, where semen and virgin blood could be seen oozing out. She turned to
her sister, smiled and squeezed her hand.
“I am so glad,” said Evelyn. “Let’s
check on the other girls.” The sisters quietly left Dale’s bedroom and pushed
open the girl’s door. Even from where they stood, they could see the scene of
love. The four sleeping naked girls were now all tangled together on one of the
large beds. It only took the two mothers a few seconds to see the state of
their daughters’ vaginas and what they’d been up to.
“I’m glad Dale can go to war knowing
his family love him,” said his mother pensively. “Let’s go to bed and remember
the old days.” The two women turned and went to their room. The sisters had
been lovers ever since they could remember. Their brother, Henry, too had loved
them both. The three being inseparable. In the family, their parents thought
none of them would ever marry or have children. Then one day their father found
Henry in bed with Millicent. She had been sixteen at the time, he two years
older. To make matters more complicated, she was pregnant, although they didn’t
know it at the time. Henry was sent to join the Indian Army.
A family friend, named
Millicent considered abortion, but
couldn’t bring herself to do it. She decided to leave
Trouble came when
The following morning, nothing was
said. It was obvious to all that the two mothers knew exactly what had happened
the day before. But it was equally obvious they were neither angry nor upset.
If anything, they either approved, or were relieved that Dale’s inclinations
were out in the open and once again, there were no secrets in the household.
Each day, the youngsters would
either go down onto the beach and swim, dig sandcastles, sail the boats or make
love. They were left largely to their own devices. Each night, one or more of
the girls would come to his bed, where they would make love, knowing his time
at home was now rapidly drawing to an end. They were halcyon days and they all
made the most of every precious minute. A strange atmosphere seemed to envelope
the house during those last days. Not calm nor complacency, but a confidence in
the knowledge that all would be well and that one day they would all be
together again. They all sensed it and no one discussed it, not wishing to put
a hex on it.
Then the morning arrived when the
boy on the bicycle peddled to the house carrying the telegram they all knew was
coming sooner or later, and in just a few hours, Dale was packed and away,
taking the seven foot wide gauge Great Western Railway train to London, his
regiment and the war.
CHAPTER 9
Dale endured the inedible breakfast.
The promise of a bed bath at the hands of the lovely Rosalie was replaced by a scrubbing brush torture at the rough
hands of Madame Morain, who seemingly had a
particularly sadistic disapproval of Dale. This was made worse by the
continuous laughter from the next bed by William Evans who found Dale’s discomfort
particularly amusing.
“Oh come on Boyo,”
he laughed. “You’re a war hero now. Stop making such a fuss.”
The doctor’s round at nine was brief
and perfunctory, followed by disgusting medication and several painful
injections, administered by Madame Morain with great
relish. Dale was not a good patient and everyone seemed to know it, especially
Madame Morain.
The Colonel was due to arrive late
morning, so Dale picked up his book, which had been neglected ever since that
day on the beach. He’d read less than a paragraph, when he saw movement out of
the corner of his eye. He looked up and there was the young Mademoiselle Beaulieu. He
realised in that moment that he’d not seen her all morning. She’d been avoiding
him and he suspected he knew why. He pointed at her and curled his finger in a
beckoning motion. She looked nervously left and right, before walking slowly
towards him.
Evans had been wheeled out for some
fresh air and the bed the other side was empty, its occupant having succumbed
to his wounds an hour or so before, during Doctor’s rounds. So, Dale was able
to speak to the girl without being overheard, or understood. He studied her for
a moment. She was very small for her age.
“Where is Rosalie this morning?” he
asked her with a stern look.
“She is unwell…” she stuttered.
“Don’t lie to me girl,” he said
sharply. “Where is she? Tell me the truth, or I call Madame Morain
and tell her your sister is a thief and you tried to conceal it. Now where is
she?”
Realising the Englishman knew the
truth and wasn’t going to be fooled, she bowed her head and said quietly: “She
is at home Monsieur. She is frightened you will report her to Madame Morue …
err I mean Morain.” Dale tried not to laugh. She’d just
let slip the girls’ nickname for the harridan woman was Codfish.
Dale opened his locker drawer and
reached for his wallet. He opened the purse compartment and extracted a silver one
Franc coin and waved it in front of the child. “Tell your thief sister she is
to come here this afternoon. Tell her she will either be reported to Madame
Morue, or she will earn this. It depends on her answers to my questions.”
“How will she earn so much money?”
the child gasped.
“That is for me to know and her to
find out,” he replied mysteriously. “You can tell her one more thing.” She
cocked her head in interest. “Tell her I am going to ask her a lot of questions
and she must reply ‘oui’ to them all. If she answers
them all correctly, I may let you return here and earn the same.” Her eyes went
wide. “What’s your first name?” he asked.
She grinned cheekily. “That is for
me to know and you to find out.”
He smiled as she made her excuses
and was soon leaving to go and inform Rosalie.
About an hour later Dale heard footsteps,
leather on stone: “Ah,
The Colonel saw the chair, picked up
the bedpan and handed it to Evans with the comment: “Make yourself useful, man,
do something with this.” He pulled the chair up beside the bed and sat down, he
rested his swagger stick and brown leather gloves across his knees.
“Damn good show you put on, young
man, I must say. Well done. Good for the regiment. We need more chaps like you.
I knew your father in
“Thank you sir,” said a stunned
Dale.
“Well that’s about all I have to
say. Must dash, the Roseral wants to see me.” He
stood, tapping his stick and gloves into the palm of his hand. “Get well soon,
“Worse than the Germans, Sir. I’d
sooner face them any day. They only fire bullets.” The Colonel roared with
laughter as he marched back down the ward.
“Congratulations, Boyo,” said Evans as soon as the Colonel was out of
earshot. “Military Cross no less. Seems they’ll hand them out to anyone these
days.” He ignored the slipper Dale threw at him, which missed by several feet.
“Germans have nothing to worry about, Boyo, if that’s
the best you can do.” The next slipper hit him in the backside. William’s eyes
looked down the ward. “Oh look, Boyo, seems that Rosalie
is back again.” Dale looked round and saw Madame Morain
walking up in front of the unfortunate girl, the two in step as if marching.
“I will not have schoolboy pranks in
my ward, Gentlemen,” said the unmistakable voice of Madame Morain,
eyeing the two slippers, now lying at her feet. “Nurse Beaulieu,” Madame Morain said as if she was outside the building, instead of
two feet away, “this area of the ward you are responsible for is filthy. It
looks like it’s not been cleaned for a week.” Dale thought this a little unfair
in view of the girl only having started the previous day.
“Oui Madame,” said Rose contritely.
“Lieutenant Winchester should have
had his dressing changed an hour ago.
Lieutenant Evans should be outside in the sunshine, not cooped up in
here. You should have been here this morning. Your mother sent a message you
were unwell. Are you fit for duty now?
“Oui Madame,” said Rose.
“Well, you must learn you must not
come and go as it pleases you. You can stand night duty tonight. You may go
home at the end of this shift at 1800 hours. Have something to eat and return
an hour later. Understand?”
“Oui Madame,” said Rose.
“Well get on with it girl, time is
ticking. Take Monsieur Evans out first, then attend to Lieutenant Winchester,”
said Madame Morain, before marching out of the ward.
A flustered Rose ran for one of the
wheelchairs, and returned, for Evans. In five minutes, she was back, her face
flushed, breathing heavily, with running around on this warm July day. She gave
Dale a thin smile, knowing her worries and misgivings were by no means over.
She went to the dressing trolley and wheeled it over, before pulling the screen
curtains around his bed.
“Good afternoon, Rose,” said Dale in
a neutral tone, giving her no clue as to his mood. “How is our little thief
today?” She winced as if he’d struck her. Perhaps she’d expected him to have
forgotten her misdemeanour. Without waiting for her to respond, he said: “Sit
down, Rose, I think you and I need a little chat, don’t you?” She nodded and
lifted the bedpan onto the floor and pulled the chair towards the bed. She sat
down straight backed, her hands clasped in her lap.
“You got my message from your
sister.” She nodded. “What’s her name by the way?
“Fleur,” she answered.
“Oh, I like that name,” he mused.
“Now Rose, last night you told me your family is very poor and hungry and that
is why you were stealing the money. Is that correct?” She nodded. “Good, I
understand. This morning, I told Fleur I may be able to help you earn a Franc.
Did she tell you that?” Rose nodded again. She looked at him and saw his
expression had softened.
“She said if I answered ‘oui’ to all your questions, I would earn a silver Franc and
if not you would report me to Madame Morue,” she said, trying to keep a
straight face, repeating almost word for word what he’d told her sister.
“That’s right, Rose. I am now going
to ask you those questions. I need you to answer yes to each one. Understand?”
she nodded, realising he was playing some sort of game.
“Do you promise not to steal from
anyone in the hospital again?” he asked.
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Good, Rose. Do you want to earn
some extra money?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Good. Would Madame Morue be angry
if she knew you are earning money from me?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“So you will not tell her you and I
have talked about this?”
“No, err I mean Oui, Monsieur.”
“Excellent. Now I am going to ask
you some more personal questions, Rose. Understand?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“I think you are very pretty, Rose.
Does this please you?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Did I see you looking at my queue
yesterday?” She blushed slightly, a small smile appearing on her pretty face.
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Did you like looking at it?”
She blushed again, her eyes darting
up to his in embarrassment, before she answered: “Oui, Monsieur.”
“When you are in you uniform, do you
always wear panties under your dress, Rose?”
“Monsieur,” she spluttered, her face
going a deeper red than before, but a thrill running through her young body.
“The answer to all my questions is
what, Rose?”
“Oui, Monsieur,” she said, looking
at her lap.
“So answer my question. When you are
in uniform, do you always wear panties?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Good, Rose. That wasn’t difficult.
Are you telling me the truth, Rose?”
“Oui, Monsieur,” she said, her chin
jetting out as if to challenge his doubt.
“So if I asked you to prove it, your
answer would be what?”
“Monsieur,” she gasped, screwing up
her face in embarrassment.
“Wrong answer Rose. Maybe I have to
ask Madame Morain to come and see me.”
She knew as she stood there, with
her hands clasped in front of her, that he was playing a naughty game, but the
thrill in her tummy was getting stronger. “Would you ask me the question again,
Monsieur?”
“Alright Rose, this is your last
chance. If you answer anything else but yes again, I will call La Morue and she
can deal with you. Understand?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” She knew he
wouldn’t do that, it was all part of the game.
“Rose, will you please prove you are
wearing panties under your uniform dress?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
She was still standing, facing him.
Her heart was now beating as though she’d been running; her breathing fast. She
knew this was naughty, but a force inside her pushed her on. She slowly bent
down and grasping the hem of her dress, lifted it up to her shoulders. She was
wearing underwear typical of poor French girls at the time, made from cheap
grey unbleached cotton. They were baggy and came almost to her knees, with
ribbon frills as a trim.
“I am right, am I when I say you
wear nothing underneath, Rose?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“So I can touch you to see if you
are telling me the truth.”
“Yes…no… err.”
“Well the answer to my question is
what, Rose?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” Her face was now a
deep scarlet colour. She could feel she was getting damp down there again. She
hoped it wouldn’t show.
“Good,” he said, “Just move closer
to the bed so I can reach.” Still
holding her dress up, she shuffled to the bedside, until her legs were against
the bed frame. He put his hand on her hip and slowly drew it round to the
front. Although the material was quite thick and coarse, he could feel her
shape beneath. Her mound was full and he could just make out the line of her
cleft.
“If I asked you to move your feet
apart as wide as you can, Rose, what would your answer be?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” Without being told,
she shuffled her feet out, opening the gap at the top of her thighs, letting
him slip his fingers under her, so he could now cup her pudenda. He slowly,
gently carefully felt her shape, letting his fingers sink into her valley. The
thick cotton was in the way, but in a sense, it increased the eroticism of the
moment. He moved his fingers back and forth, applying the smallest of pressure.
He felt a swelling. She was becoming aroused. Then he felt dampness there. He
hadn’t expected that. So he carefully worked on her clitty, letting it build.
After a few minutes, her hips started rocking forward and back very slightly.
Just enough to confirm to him what she was experiencing. Her breathing
shortened, she was almost there. So he pulled his fingers away. He glanced up
at her face and saw her eyes were closed, face flushed.
“Let your dress drop, Rose.” She
stood unmoving for a moment, before he added: “And the answer is?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” She said
breathlessly dropping the hem, her eyes popping open.
“Tell me truthfully, Rose, when you
are in bed at night, do you ever do what I was just doing to you?” She
hesitated, but seeing his expression said:
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“And tell me, does Fleur do it too?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” She looked warily
at him, knowing what his next question would be.
“And do you ever do it to each
other?”
There was a long pause. Despite her
embarrassment, she was grinning, while she looked down at her clasped hands
before almost whispering: “Oui, Monsieur.”
“Rose, I am pleased to tell you that
you have earned your first silver Franc.” He reached under his pillow and
pulled the same coin he’d shown her sister earlier. He dropped it into the
pocket of her uniform apron.
“I think you need to change my
dressing, Rose, before La Morue comes back to check up on you.”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
She dropped the hem of her dress,
then lifted the bedding and drew it down below his knees. She immediately saw
his long stiff erection pointing up along his belly, thick and hard, throbbing,
oozing pre-cum, which was running along his belly towards his bandages. She
gasped in surprise, her hand covering her mouth.
“Nurses are trained to be
unemotional to anything, Rose,” he said, “Change the dressing as La Morue told
you.”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
She did a reasonably competent job,
considering the backs of her hands kept knocking against his cock, pre-cum
smeared on her fingers. They both knew the contact hadn’t been entirely
accidental. At last it was completed. She drew the bed covers up again,
wondering what he would say next.
“Would you like to earn another
silver Franc, Rose?” he asked.
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“That’s the correct answer, Rose,”
he said steadily. “Remember you must only reply ‘yes’ to my questions, or I
report you to La Morue, understand?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“So you would like to earn another
Franc?”
“Oui, Monsieur,” she said, now
grinning openly.
“You are to be on night duty
tonight. Is that correct?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Good. When you return, you will not
wear your underwear. Understand?” She blinked at him, knowing what this would
lead to. She had nearly cum earlier, but was sure he hadn’t realised it. But
she knew he would put his hand there, feel her, tickle her, make her squirm and
wriggle, maybe make her cum. “Well Rose, the answer is?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Good Rose, that is the correct
answer. I would like you to think about two things before you come back later.
Would you like to know what they are?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Firstly, I am going to touch you
like I did before, Rose. But, remember, you won’t be wearing panties. And while
I am touching you, Rose, you are going to touch me. Do you understand?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Rose, if I asked you to ‘donnez-moi un coup de baguette magique’,
would you know what that means?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
He thought her face was now so red,
she would burst a blood vessel any moment. He’d just told her she was going to
give him a hand job later.
“So you know what we’ll be doing
later tonight and that you will earn another Silver Franc?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“The other thing I want you to think
about is this. Whatever I ask you to do, I want you to tell Fleur. If she comes
in and does the same things you have done, I will also give her a silver Franc.
Do you understand?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Rose, may I ask you one more
question? You may answer yes or no to this.”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Are you looking forward to coming
back later and earning a silver Franc?”
She blushed delightfully, as she
said: “Oh oui, Monsieur.”
Rosalie spent the next hour or so
cleaning the floor, walls, beds and trolleys in her area of the ward. Dale
noticed, as he pretended to read about Stephen Dædalus,
that she kept glancing over at him, smiling shyly. Knowing what they were going
to do later. It was nearly the end of her shift. She went off to retrieve
Evans, then having done that, gave Dale a last smile, as she went to tell La
Morue she was going off duty and go home.
CHAPTER 10
William Evans had been shipped off
that afternoon by train to
Dale heard part of their
conversation. “There was a new assault this morning, Nurse Morain,”
said the doctor. “We can expect a large influx of injured men later today. I
plan to use your ward as the reception. We will need to move the less severe
men from here to make space for them. Let us move along the line of beds and
see who we move.”
Madame Morain
looked at the doctor as if he’d made an improper suggestion. It was just a case
of moving the beds around, but one would have thought he was asking her to
strip naked and give him a blow job, or to attack the Germans on her own. They moved
on, coming to Dale in his turn.
The doctor said: “I understand you
have been promoted and won a medal for bravery, Monsieur. Let us see if we can
make your stay with us a little more comfortable. If I am right, you will
probably be shipped home tomorrow. There are some unused convalescent wards
down at the far end. They are single occupancy rooms. I think we will arrange
for you to have one of those. They look out over the lawns, down to the lake.
It would be much more pleasant there for you I am sure. Madame Morain, would you allocate one of your nurses to attend him?
Perhaps the nurse who has been working in this empty area would be available.”
It was an instruction, not an invitation for debate. The doctor clearly had
Madame Morain’s measure and knew how to handle her. Madame
Morain’s pursed lips spoke volumes. She was not happy
at all. Dale knew she would try to continue to make her presence felt by him
and Rosalie.
It was only a matter of twenty
minutes later a couple of volunteer porters came and trundled Dale, still in
his bed off down the corridor to his new room. As the doctor had promised, it
was indeed a vast improvement on the busy, crowded, noisy ward. It was light
and airy, with full length windows, which let directly out onto a terrace and
sweeping lawn down to a small lake.
Dale started to write a letter home.
He knew his mother and aunt would already know of his promotion and medal. They
read the announcements in the London Gazette every day. But he felt he owed
them a letter, the first he’d been able to write since before the attack. It
was while he was scribbling away, he heard a gentle tap on the door. He looked
up to see Rose’s pretty face peering round the room, as she came in, carrying a
tray of food for his supper.
“I went to the kitchen and stole
some of the senior officers’ food. It looks so much nicer than what they were
going to send you,” she said, placing the tray on the over-bed table.
He grinned at her. “Still being a
thief are you?”
“Oui, Monsieur. All in a good
cause,” she responded. “Anyway, I hear you are a war hero now.
The two of them shared the rest of
his food, enjoying the relaxed companionship. They talked a little about her
home and family life. It hadn’t been a happy or easy childhood, he detected.
Poverty and hard work had dominated their lives. Then, when she was just eight,
in 1914, her father had been conscripted, sent to
“Tell me about your sisters and
cousins,” asked Rose. “Can I see their photograph again?” Dale handed her the
small picture. She studied it for a while. “They are all so pretty,” she
stated, unconsciously brushing her hand across the side of her mop cap, as if
tidying her hair. “What are their names?” Dale pointed to each in turn and named
them. He told her a little about each of them in turn. “Is that your house in
the background?” she asked. “It looks so big.” He confirmed it was and told her
a little about the house and its location close to the sea.
“Are you ready to earn a silver
Franc, Rose?”
She immediately turned towards him, smiled
and said “Oui Monsieur”. He realised she was already reconciled to what they
were going to do tonight. Possibly even looking forward to it.
Going into role play mode, he said:
“When we last spoke, I gave you an instruction. Do you remember what it was, Rose?”
She took on a pretend, subservient
expression, “Oui Monsieur”.
“So if I asked you to prove it, what
would you say?
“Oui Monsieur”.
She got off the bed, stood up,
turned to face him, bent, grasped the hem of her dress and stood up straight
raising her hands up to shoulder height. The suddenness of seeing her nakedness
took Dale’s breath away. The waist of her dress was high. He could see her
tummy button and everything below it. There was not a single hair to be seen.
She was as bald as the day she was born. She was beautiful. Beaulieu meant ‘lovely
place’. Well she certainly had that. He loved her long facial features, and now
he could see her mound was long also. But it was full, very plump, pouting. Her
mound was much larger than any of his sisters or cousins had. But what really
caught his full attention was her cleft. It was so long. It seemed to go on
forever. The dimple at its top seemed to be half way up to her navel. Her cowl,
although only just now visible, stretched over an inch down her cleft, which
disappeared between her tightly closed thighs, just a tiny glint of light
showing through where her labia and thighs met.
“Would it please you to know I think
you are very beautiful, Rose?”
“Oui Monsieur”. She was grinning. He
now knew for certain her nerves had gone. She was enjoying this.
Then repeating his words from this
afternoon, he said: “If I asked you to move your feet apart as wide as you can,
Rose, what would your answer be?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
She let her feet slide outwards,
further and further, until her long thin legs and the floor made a right angle
triangle. Still holding her dress up at shoulder height, she looked down at
him, wondering what he was going to do and likink
that all he did was look at her. It made her tingle. Then she realised she was
getting damp down there. She hoped he wouldn’t notice. Then suddenly she knew
he had, and she didn’t care. Unlike her father who had once been so cruel to
her, Fleur and Mummy, making them do disgusting things for him, Dale’s eyes
were caressing her. She moved her feet further apart. She hoped he liked that.
Dale was mesmerised by Rose’s body.
When she moved her feet apart, her labia opened up, her clitty seemed to swell
and pop out from its cowl. As he studied her, he saw her whole vulva swell up.
It was darkening, growing. She was becoming aroused. Then he saw a glint. She
was damp, no, she was wet. Then without him saying anything, she slid her feet
even further apart, opening herself even more for him to admire her beauty.
You have a lovely body, Rose.
Perhaps you had better lock the door. Then I wonder if you would do something
else for me.”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Would you take off your dress?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
She simply lifted the garment up
over her head and she was naked in just two or three seconds. She moved to the
door and pushed the barrel bolt across. He could now see her glorious buttocks
as she moved. Like her mound, her bottom was long and full. He looked forward
to getting his hands on it and his cock in it. Her legs too were long and
slender, only just filling out with maturity. As she turned towards him, he saw
there was not an ounce of fat on her. He could see her ribs clearly, although
she wasn’t emaciated at all. Her boobs had started to develop. They were little
cones, with puffy rounded tips. Her areolæ were paler than his sisters and
cousins. She needed to let her body see the sun.
“Would you come and let me look at
you, Rose?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“I think your body is perfection.”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
He sat there looking at her for a
minute or two, then unbidden, she moved her legs apart. She immediately saw his
eyes drop to the delta of her mound. She loved him looking at her. It seemed so
right. She felt none of the revulsion she’d felt when Papa had pulled her legs
open and masturbated onto her. She wanted him to like her to crave for her. It
excited her more than anything before.
“Would you turn around, Rose and let
me look at your back?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” She swivelled
round, parting her legs again. She could almost feel his eyes as they roamed
all over her, studying, inspecting, enjoying, wanting.
Dale looked at her wonderful bottom,
the crack now parted, her anus a small brown asterisk half way up, her perfect
compact globes framing it, inviting him in to look closer.
“Rose, would you hold onto your
ankles for me, but keep your knees straight?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” She immediately bent at the
waist, her body folding over, her thin chest pressing to the front of her own
thighs, as she effortlessly took up the position he wanted.
Dale watched, as Rose bent over. He
saw her parted bottom open even further. He watched entranced as her anus now
started to dilate, relaxed under his inspection. Below her perineum smooth
heralding the peach shaped bulge of her vulva filling the space between her
lovely thighs. Her cleft curved down under her, her wide open vagina with it’s
stretched hymen displayed to perfection. The little hole hinting at the secrets
within. He so hoped to be able to pop that cherry very soon. He hoped she would
want that too.
“May I touch you, Rose?” he asked.
“Oui, Monsieur,” she replied almost
breathlessly.
Dale wanted to stretch out his
anticipation. He placed his palms on the globes of her small warm buttocks,
fingers upwards and brought his thumbs down either side of her anus. He gently
pulled outwards, opening her up a little more. He could now see an inch or two
into her rectum. His cock was like an iron bar.
Curling his fingers round, he
slipped them down and under her vulva, feeling her bulge on his fingers, her
open cleft opening more under the gentle pressure he applied. Her vagina looked
red, swollen, angry almost. He brought his finger tip to it and let it slide in
helped by her slippery arousal, feeling her hymen pushing back at his
intrusion. She gasped quietly. He moved his fingers further down, seeing her
cleft part even further, her cowl now fully exposed, the hardened nub of her
clitoris poking out, stiff. He touched it very gently with his fingertip and
she moaned quietly. He pressed a little harder, feeling her push back against
him. He moved his fingertip down and back, paused and repeated it, increasing
the pressure a little more and started to masturbate her in earnest. He wanted
her to cum and he wanted to watch her do it.
He didn’t have long to wait, and in
less than two minutes of rubbing her with all the skill he could manage, she
started to rock forwards and backwards on her feet. She reached out with one
hand to steady herself with the bed. Her breathing became shorter, quicker. She
was panting. Then suddenly she snorted through her nose and called out: “Mon dieu,” as suddenly Dale saw and felt the muscles of her
bottom and thighs tense and release, tense and release as she came. Her vagina
and anus started to open wide and close tight shut repeatedly. Then a little
squirt of cum juice shot out of her, while she moaned with a song like sound.
“Mon dieu,
Mon dieu, Mon dieu,” she
kept muttering as her orgasm went on and on. Dale decided he would see how long
he could keep her going and continued to manipulate her clitty gently, but
firmly as her vagina continued to pulse open and closed under his fingers,
while she muttered: “Mon dieu, Mon dieu, Mon dieu.” After nearly
five minutes, she started to slow, panting now like a dog, her bottom heaving
at the same time.
“Did you enjoyed that, Rose?” he
asked.
“Oh, oui,
Monsieur, oui.” She swivelled round and lowered
herself face down onto the side of his bed, her face buried in the covers. She
remained like that, her breathing gradually slowing for two or three minutes.
At last, she rolled onto her back and pivoted round, her head at the foot of
the bed, her feet beside Dale’s hips. At last, she sat up and smiled at him
with one of those whimsical expressions French women sometimes have which says
nothing, but says so much.
“I think it’s time you changed my
bandages,” Dale said.
“Oui, Monsieur.”
Now propped up against his pile of
pillows, she drew down his bedding, exposing his nakedness below the waist. She
studied his hard erection for a moment, deciding how to give him as much
pleasure as she could, without harming his injury. She moved his legs apart,
and sat between his knees. Then lifted her own over his thighs, so as she sat,
her legs were spread wide apart, so he could see and touch her most intimate
place, while she “changed his bandages.”
She wasted no time and leaned
forward. She took hold of his cock with one hand and drew it back towards her,
until it was pointing at the ceiling. She spat on her other hand and brought it
to his crown, and grasped him, one hand above the other. She squeezed him hard,
looking at him in the eye, as she slowly, oh so slowly, started to move her
hands up and down the length of his cock. She never looked down, keeping her
eyes on his, gauging his reactions as she worked on him as if she’d done this a
hundred times before.
Dale had never been wanked as good
as this. His sisters and cousins had all taken a turn on him, but none of them
compared to this. She speeded up gradually, building her pace, still gripping
him as tightly as she could. Then, sensing he was rising, she pushed her thumb
hard against his frænulum. The effect was instant,
and in moments he was cuming hard, his semen shooting up into the air two or three
feet, before splashing down on his belly and chest. She slowed, letting him
come down gently, until at last she stopped, still gripping him, feeling his
pulse slow, his erection lose some of its tension. Then she did the most
amazing thing. Still looking at him, she brought her hands up to her mouth and
sucked each of her fingers in turn. It was a simple thing to do, but to him, it
was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“I will never report you to La
Morue,” said Dale after a while.
She looked at him and smiled. “I
never thought you would. But I enjoy playing the ‘Oui, Monsieur’ game. Can we
play it again soon?” she grinned and gave him a very coquettish look. “Did you
enjoy what we did?”
“Oui Mademoiselle”. They both laughed. “May
I ask you a question, Rose?” She raised an eyebrow in query. “What you just did
for me. It was wonderful, Rose. But tell me. You have done it before, haven’t
you?” She went tight lipped for a moment, before she nodded.
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Who was it, Rose,” he asked kindly.
She looked up at him, paused a
moment and said: “It was Papa. It started when I was four years old. He forced
me. Sometimes he tied me up and did horrible things to me when I couldn’t move.
He hurt me every time, smacking me and forcing me. “He would say: ‘donnez-moi un coup de baguette magique’
and I had to give him a hand job and make it feel nice for him. If I didn’t, he
hit me. Then one day he said ‘Savez-vous ce qu’est une
fellation?’ and I
had to give him a blowjob. After that it was always the same. I had to
suck him hard or he hit me. Maman pretended not to
know, what I had to do for him. When Fleur was four, he started to do it to her
as well. Sometimes we had to do it together. He was cruel. When he died, I was
glad. I know I shouldn’t have been, but I was.”
“That’s a sad story, Rose,” Dale
said. “What do you think about what I have asked you to do?”
She grinned at him. “I loved it. You
made me feel nice first, so I wanted to make you feel nice too. Papa never did
that for me. He never did anything for me, ever.” She went all coy before
saying: “voulez-vous que je vous donne
une fellation?”
“I would like that very much indeed,
Rose. But only if you let me do the same for you.” She looked puzzled for a
second, then her face lit up like sunshine.
“Oui, Monsieur,” she giggled.
“Tomorrow morning?” He nodded. “Here in
“Yes I know, Rose,” he said. “A
sixty nine.”
“That would be wonderful. That’s a
date then. What about Fleur?” he asked.
She glanced up at the wall clock. It
was now a few minutes before
“What will Fleur want to do?” he
asked.
“She will sleep here,” she said simply,
as if he’d asked a stupid question. Just then, there was a quiet tap at the French
windows leading to the terrace. Still naked, Rose pulled open the curtains and
unlocked the door. Fleur slipped through, locked the door behind her and closed
the curtains. The two girls chatted for a few minutes, quietly and rapidly.
Dale only caught a few words that passed between them. obviously, Rosalie was
briefing Fleur on what had gone on and what she could and should do tonight.
After a few minutes, Rose got up,
picked up her dress and pulled it over her head and straightened it. She turned
to Dale and standing on tiptoe, kissed him on the lips. He pulled open his
bedside drawer, pulled out his wallet and handed her a silver Franc coin. Moments
later she was gone.
CHAPTER 11
Dale turned to Fleur. Seeing her
standing here, he hadn’t realised just how small she was. Rose had said she was
eight. But when he looked closer, she looked younger than Lucy at home and far
smaller. “Fleur if I promise not to say anything to anyone, would you tell me
the truth if I ask you a question?”
“Oui, Monsieur?”
“How old are you, truthfully?”
“I am eight, Monsieur. But I will be
nine before Christmas,” she said, her chin jutting out in defiance.
“Alright, Fleur, you and I both know
that’s not true,” he chided, “so you can either go home now, or you can tell me
the truth. How old are you, really.”
She looked at him, as if trying to
work out his reaction. “I am six, Monsieur. But I will be seven before
Christmas,”
“Why did Rose say you are eight,
then?” he asked.
“Because she knew I wouldn’t be
allowed to work in the hospital and she thought you wouldn’t let me earn a
silver Franc,” she explained.
“So do you think I should now let
you earn that silver Franc?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“But you are too small, Fleur,” he
pointed out.
“I will do anything you want,
Monsieur,” she glanced at him and grinned cheekily, “and I am very cuddly in
bed. At least that’s what Rose told me.”
“And will you do whatever an eight
year old girl would do for me? In fact, would you be able to do those things to
earn a silver Franc?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Well, we’ll see, Fleur,” he said. “As
you are only six instead of eight, I am going to do more things with you than I
did with Rose, to make up for it. We have all night. Is that fair?
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“One other thing, Fleur.” She looked
at him. If you do everything I want, there’s another Franc in it for you. Is
that fair too?
“Oui, Monsieur.” Her face lit up
with the thought of earning so much money so easily.
“Perhaps you had better take off
your clothes and get into the bed.”
She quickly stripped off and dropped
her clothes at her feet and was about to get in beside him, when Dale said:
“Not just yet, Fleur. What happens if La Morue comes in. You might be able to
hide under the covers as you are so small, but your clothes are a dead give
away.” She stooped down and scooped up her raggedy clothes, opened the small
cupboard to the side and threw them in. Again she went to climb into the bed,
when he said: “Did Rose tell you what we did first when she came here earlier?”
“Oui, Monsieur. She said you wanted
to look at her. I am only little,” she said, looking down her tiny body,
“there’s not much to look at. You can if you want.”
“Well, Fleur, I would like to look
at you,” he confirmed. “How much do you weigh? thirty pounds, maybe less? As
you are so small, I would like you to stand on the bed. I will stay here
propped up against the pillows. Put your feet either side of my hips.” She
jumped up in a moment and despite unintentionally knocking his wound, quickly
stood as he’d asked. Her short little pencil thin legs were stretched wide
apart. Although she was only three foot six in height, she towered over him. In
the positions they were in, her mound was right in front of his face.
He sat there, looking at her smooth,
bald mound, her cleft and the tiny slip of skin of her cowl just showing below
her dimple at the top. Like Rose, all her features were tall and thin. Her
narrow mound, too, went half way up to her navel, her cleft stretched along
most of its length. Dale loved her long cleft. He looked up at her flat chest,
her bee sting areolæ just slightly darker shades of pink than the rest of her
skin. Even so, her tiny pin head nipples stuck out. He reached up and touched
them with his fingertips. They were hard.
He studied her torso, seeing her
hips, waist and chest were completely parallel. She had none of the curves she
would gain as she grew up, that Rose had started to show. But as she relaxed in
front of him, he noticed her belly stuck out towards him counterbalanced by her
bottom behind. He let his fingers slip down from her nipples, over her thin
chest. He could feel and see every rib in her underfed body, under her silky
soft skin. He dabbed his finger into her tummy button, making her giggle.
“I want you to stand still, Fleur,”
he said, now moving his fingers slowly down to her mound. “Did Rose tell you
what I did to her?”
“Oui, Monsieur,” she replied
chirpily, “she said you touched her all over.”
“Well I am going to touch you all
over too, Fleur, but as you’re only six, rather than eight, like I hoped,” he
lied, “I will want to do more than just touch you. Is that fair?”
“Oui, Monsieur,” she said, thinking
of all that money. “What sort of things?”
He let his finger run down through
her cleft, over her clit, making her jerk slightly, and curve under, finding
her open vagina entry. “I might want to poke you in here,” he said, pressing
his finger tip in slightly, before moving further back, over her perineum into
her bum crack and into the dip of her anus, “or in here,” he paused. “Yes
definitely in here. Is that alright Fleur?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“So would you turn around for me Fleur?
Stand just like you are, facing the other way.”
It took her a second to turn and
regain her balance. Dale immediately put his palms on her buttocks, the same as
he’d done to Rose. Already he could see her tiny little anus as a brown ring
with wrinkles emanating out from the centre, and gently pulled her open
further. He stared into her rectum for a second. He brought his nose to her and
found she didn’t smell bad in any way.
Holding her open with one hand for a
moment, he reached down and pulling his foreskin back slightly, scooped a large
quantity of pre-cum onto his fingers and brought them up to her opening. He
spread it into her entry, before taking his slimy finger and putting it to her
entry, gently pushed, feeling it sink slowly in. He felt her clamp and release
and clamp again. He was up against her sphincter now and applying constant
gentle pressure felt her slowly dilate. Suddenly it released its grip on his
finger and let him penetrate her. One, two knuckles, all the way in.
He let his finger rest there,
feeling the interior of the six year old, warm, tight rectum, pulsing on him.
After a minute, he slowly pulled out of her,
“Turn
around again, Fleur, would you.”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Put your hands on my shoulders, Fleur
and squat down,” he instructed.
It was slightly uncomfortable for
her to do this, as her feet were already so far apart. She managed it, although
her haunches felt the strain. For Dale, though, as he watched her position
herself, her knees as wide apart as they could go, her bottom hovering just
above his legs, it was a vision of heaven, as her whole pudenda was open to
him. Without hesitating, he reached forward and starting at the back, touched
her anus, explored, felt, caressed, molested and just enjoyed feeling her,
letting his fingers slowly move towards him, slipping over her perineum,
finding her vagina entry. Her labia had been so stretched by her position, her
cleft was almost flat with the dip of her vagina at its focal point. Her little
urethra was poking out, a damp drip glistening at the hole in it’s centre.
He reached down again and captured
more pre-cum on his fingers and coated her vulva in the slimy mucus, before
taking his little finger, put it to her. In the position she was in, her hymen
was stretched across her entry, it’s little hole a black opening to her
interior. He pressed in, wondering if his finger would slip in, feeling her
tightness resisting him. She winced slightly with discomfort.
“Am I hurting you, Fleur?” he asked.
“When I do this to eight year old girls they usually manage to take me in.”
“Non Monsieur,” she said, anxiously
trying to tell him she could manage this, “it was only for a moment. Push it in
if you want.” He immediately pressed into her again, feeling slight movement.
Suddenly his finger just went in. It was only his little finger and only went in
an inch and a half, but she felt wonderful to him. His mind went back to Lucy
at home and how of the five girls she’d given him the greatest pleasure,
despite him not having been able to penetrate her. He realised the younger they
were, the more he enjoyed it. This girl was over a year younger than Lucy and he
knew he was going to enjoy ‘not penetrating’ her as well.
He
gently pulled his finger from her and slipped up the half inch to her
clitty. He nudged it, making her jerk again. “Do you often play with this Fleur?”
he asked.
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Do you let Rose play with it too?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Would you like me to play with it,
now?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” She shuffled
forward, trying to get a little closer to him, even though she was only a foot
away from him. He could see the anticipation in her face. Even though she was
so much younger than Rose, he realised she was more sexually charged than her
sister, willing to try things, experiment and experience new pleasures.
Dale curled his finger into her
cleft against her clit and started a gentle rubbing motion. Not pressing too
hard, he used all his skill trying to arouse her. He was rewarded very quickly,
as her eyes nearly closed into slits, her head tilting to one side, her mouth forming
an O, her hands gripping his shoulders harder. Her breathing became shorter,
her hips now rocking, a little moan escaping, then another. He was amazed how
fast this six year old was rising. Suddenly, she came with a loud cry of
ecstasy. Dale had to hold his other hand to her mouth, muffling her sounds, as
she worked through her intense orgasm.
He slowed his masturbation of the
child, finally stopping as her muffled cries, movements and tension eased. She
finally opened her eyes and looked at him before throwing her arms around his
neck and cuddled into him, kissing him repeatedly on his cheek whispering: “Merci, oh merci, Monsieur.”
Dale let her calm for a minute or
two, thinking about what he wanted to do to her. There were several depraved
things he wanted to do, but then he had all night to do them. Certainly he
already knew he would be able to go further with this girl than he’d thought
possible half an hour ago; and he was going to try.
“Are you ready to do something now
for me?” he asked.
“Oui, Monsieur.”
“Right, turn round again would you?”
he watched her stand on wobbly legs and turn. He put his hands on her hips to
steady her. “Bend down and hold onto my queue.” She giggled at his use of the
slang word for cock. “Use both hands, Fleur and grip as hard as you can would
you? That’s nice. Now move your hands up and down, but keep gripping it hard.
Hmmm, you’re good at this.”
Her bent over bottom was right in
front of him. Her vulva, now very swollen from her recent orgasm, bulged out
between her spread thighs. He could see all the way from her clitty to the top
of her bum crack. He leant forward the two or three inches which separated them
and pressed his tongue into it and slowly drew it up, tasting her post climax
flavour. She was exquisite. He repeated it several times, feeling and hearing
her react to his stimulation to her most sensitive part.
“Now I want you to suck the end, Fleur,”
he said simply. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. Her mouth dropped a couple
of inches. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed his crown.
But even so, her teeth scraped over his crown and along his shaft. She took him
in further than he thought possible. “Keep moving your hands like before, Fleur.
That’s right. Now start to suck. Good, well done. Now use your tongue, lick
around the end.” She got into a rhythm, not needing more instruction, sucking
hard, using her tongue and wanking him with her hands, so he pushed his tongue
back into her cleft and carried on working her clitty, knowing she would cum
again soon.
They worked on each other for a few
minutes, before Dale felt the early signs, and pulled away from her just long
enough to say: “In a moment, I will need you to swallow. Don’t pull away.” He
didn’t expand on what was about to happen, as he wanted to unload into her
mouth. He carried on licking her, knowing she too was right on the cusp.
Suddenly, she snorted and as she did, he could feel her whole cleft pulsing on
his tongue and lips as her muscles contracted in her orgasm.
He was only moments behind her.
There was a little pulse first. She moaned, still in the throws of her intense
climax. Then he blasted a huge cum into her mouth. She swallowed immediately,
but as his next spurt shot out, she mistimed it and gagged a little, making her
snort again, before she got the rhythm again, swallowing and gulping and
licking and wanking him. It was incredible, and went on for over a minute,
while he pulsed out his pleasure and she swallowed. At last it ended and as
soon as he calmed, he pulled away from her cleft. He could so get used to
having blow jobs from six year olds.
“Was that nice, Fleur?”
“Oui, Monsieur,” she said turning
towards him, grinning. She had two dribbles of cum on her upper lip, running
from her nostrils.
“You’re a very naughty girl, Fleur.
Did you know that?”
“Oui, Monsieur.” They both laughed.
“Better unbolt the door in case La
Morue comes round. Turn the lantern right down as well, would you? We’ll get
some sleep.” She jumped down from the bed, slid the door bolt back, turned the
light down, before climbing into the bed alongside him. She rolled onto her
side, facing away from him, then pulled the covers up over her head. Dale
cuddled into her back, spooning into her.
He lay there thinking about the
incredible experience of the last hour. Fleur had fallen asleep in seconds
after getting into the bed. He was just drifting off to sleep, when he heard
footsteps down the corridor outside coming closer. The door opened and in the
doorway, silhouetted by the brighter lights outside, stood the unmistakable
profile of Madame Morain. Dale lifted his head,
holding down the covers concealing the girl.
“Lieutenant,” she said in a voice
almost quiet for her, “Is there anything you require? We have had many wounded
soldiers arrive this afternoon. They are still arriving. We will not be able to
check on you through the night. We will be too busy.” She walked to the bedside
locker and placed a small saucer on it. “If you wake and suffer pain in the
night, there is a pain killing tablet.”
“Madame,” Dale said, “you are doing
your duty for
“Merci
Monsieur,” she said, smiling. It was the first smile Dale had seen from her. “I
will bid you bonne nuit.”
“Merci
Madame.” In moments, she was gone, her footsteps echoing down the corridor.
Dale was awake now. He could feel Fleur moving with her breathing. Her naked
bottom pressed into his belly just above his, now flaccid, cock. He lay there
thinking about what the matron had said, and a thought occurred to him.
Ever since he’d arrived in the
hospital, in routine French fashion, all the medication administered to him had
been rectal. What might he be able to do, if he gave Fleur the painkiller tablet?
He reached over her sleeping body and picked up the tablet. It was the usual
torpedo shape, with rounded ends. He reached down and felt the warm globes of
her bottom. He gently pulled them outwards, moving his finger and thumb to her
anus and prised her open. With the other hand, he put the tablet into her
entry, still slippery from his earlier games with her bottom. It slipped in
easily. He then put his finger in behind it and slowly pushed, feeling it sink deeper
and deeper into her. His finger went in to full depth. She never stirred. She
must be really out of it. He pulled his finger out and was soon asleep himself.
CHAPTER 12
Dale didn’t know at first what had
woken him. Then he heard the distant booming of artillery.
He lay cuddling the girl, letting
his hands roam over her naked body. She was breathing steadily, making a cute
little snore. He wondered if the suppository had kicked in. It should have done
by this time. He didn’t know how strong
they were or what affect it would have on a six year old. He pinched her
bottom. Not hard, just to see if she responded. There was no response. He reached
round to her front, found one of her nipples and pinched it gently. Again
nothing. That was good enough for him. He was sure, because she was so small,
if he fucked her up the bum when she was awake, it would cause her some
discomfort. But she wasn’t awake, and even if she was, the painkiller would
make sure she felt no discomfort.
He didn’t waste any time. Her bottom
was already pressed into his belly. His cock was erect, pressed into the valley
of her bottom. He adjusted his position, so he could bring his tip to her
entry. His crown seemed impossibly wide. It filled her crack and overlapped
each side. How could it possibly fit inside her? Nevertheless, he pressed into
her recess and let his pre-cum do its work. He nudged in and out of her just a
fraction, spreading the mucus, feeling her become more and more slippery. He
then applied pressure. He held still now his cock pressed hard into her entry.
He waited. He was in no hurry. He
felt her dilate a tiny fraction, then a bit more and again. Each time, he sank
in a touch, but his wide helmet shaped crown was far wider than her anus. He
carried on waiting, feeling a tiny slippage every five minutes or so. He was on
the point of giving up, when suddenly he popped through her tight sphincter,
her muscle clamping tight around his shaft behind his rim. He gritted his
teeth, in discomfort, waiting. Then he felt the tightness ease at last. Without
changing his position, or the pressure he applied, he suddenly found he was
sinking into her rectum; not quickly, but it was an excruciatingly wonderful,
slow slide into cock paradise. At last his pubic hair ground into her tiny
bottom. He pressed harder, feeling himself go in another inch.
As he lay there, he could feel her
warmth and her pulse, even her breathing through his cock. He was so sensitive.
He remained stationary for a good ten minutes, just enjoying the feel of his
cock impaled seven inches up the bum of this six year old French girl. During
that time, he felt her dilation go on by increments, until he didn’t feel she
would pinch off his blood supply.
He pulled back an inch or two before
pushing in again. Then out a bit more and shoved in hard. By the tenth cycle of
lengthening and speeding up his movements, he was almost pulling out of her
completely, before ramming back into her bowels. He’d never felt anything so
incredible. But he already knew he wanted more.
The next move would need care. His
wounded groin was still tender and delicate. He stopped his thrusting and
holding her tight to his front, rolled over onto his back, taking her with him.
He repositioned himself so he was able to sit up in the bed, with the pile of
pillows behind him. Then placing his hands under the globes of her buttocks, he
lifted her up. She was so light it was no effort. He felt his cock sucking out
of her, almost out, before he dropped her down, letting her own weight impale
herself on him. He lifted and dropped her repeatedly. Up and down up and down.
The incredible sensations suddenly
surging through him were as good as any fuck he’d ever experienced; probably
better. Up and down she went. She was like a rag doll in his hands, flopping
around. A couple of times she fell sideways, making him reach and steady her,
before getting into his rhythm again.
He’d loved what he’d done to seven-year-old
Lucy that time back home. He realised this child, a year younger, was even
better as far as he was concerned. What a fuck!
Although his arms were getting
tired, he knew it wouldn’t be long, and indeed it wasn’t. He felt the early
signs and tried to suppress them, wanting this to last and his climax better.
At last, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He dropped her down for the last
time, then holding her hips firmly, pushed her down even further, forcing his
cock into her as far as it would reach. Then he blasted into her. Again and
again her spurted powerful jets into her bowels, pulse after pulse after pulse.
“It must be gallons,” he thought, as he felt his semen still firing into the
child. At last it was over. Suddenly tiredness swept through him. His head
wound started thumping, his groin stung and his cock felt as if it had been wound
slowly through a mangle. But it was worth it. Fuck was it worth it.
He fell asleep the instant he
slipped back down into a lying position and rolled onto his side. The first
thing he sensed was movement in the room, the curtains being opened and the sun
streaming in on this bright July morning. Then he realised Fleur was still
spooned into him, clasped in his grip. He opened his eyes and to his immense
relief saw Rose busying herself with cleaning the room. She sensed his movement
and smiled across at him. “Did you sleep well, Monsieur?”
“Yes very well, thank you Rose. What
time did La Morue let you go home last night?” he asked.
“Not as late as I thought. She let
me go just after nine,” she replied. “I came to check on you, but you were fast
asleep. Today my shift started at six, so here I am. ” Did you like my little
sister?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Dale, remembering the
best buggeration he’d ever had. Even better than some of those ten year old junior
boys back at school, “she is quite a girl.” They chatted while Rose carried on
cleaning the room.
Dale watched Rose for a minute, but
at the same time was aware his cock was still buried deep inside Fleur. It
stirred. The more he felt her tightness again, the quicker his erection
stiffened.
“Mon dieu,”
came a voice from under the covers. “Take it out, take it out.”
“I’ll give you five silver Francs, Fleur,”
he said, realising the painkiller had stopped working.
“Leave it in, don’t take it out,”
said Fleur, giggling now.
Rose asked what was going on and Fleur
replied in such quick French, he hardly understood a word.
“Let me see what you have done to my
little sister,” demanded Rose, grasping the bedcovers and yanking them down.
She leaned over and looked between them and saw where his tumescent cock
disappeared into Fleur’s bottom.
“Mon dieu,”
she said, looking accusingly at him, before turning to Fleur and asking: “What
does it feel like?” she asked Fleur.
“Like I am stuffed as tight as La Morue’s corset. Or, you know, when you can’t go to the
toilet and Maman has to give us an enema? Well it’s
like that.”
Nice as her bum felt, Dale didn’t
intend to bugger Fleur again, so pulled himself out of her. This was easier to
say than do, on account that his pre-cum and semen had dried and was acting a
bit like glue. But after a few ouches and stretches, he managed it.
“Merde, my
bum’s sore,” moaned the girl. “That and the blow job I gave you must be worth
at least five Francs,” she giggled, looking slyly at her sister.
“Blow job?” said Rose incredulously,
“you made my sister give you a blow job.”
“Yes,” he responded brightly. “she’s
good at it too, aren’t you Fleur.” The little girl grinned at the compliment.
At first, she didn’t think he’d give her five Francs, but now realised he
probably might. She nodded in reply and turned her face to Rose and slowly
licked her lips, making Rose pull a face,
“Anyway, Rose, it’s nice to see you
this morning. I hope you’re not too tired after a long shift yesterday, because
I have work for you to do, if you want to earn five Francs as well.”
She looked warily at him, “What
work, Monsieur?”
“Five Francs worth, Rose,” he
teased.
Just then, they heard footsteps
coming down the corridor. “Quick, Fleur, hide,” Rose hissed. “It’s La Morue. I
would recognise those footsteps anywhere.” Fleur shuffled back against Dale,
her body spooned to his, the bed sheet over her head. She’d just settled, when
the door swung open, the frame filled with the bulk of the feared matron.
Bonjour Madame,” said Rose, as she
made out she’d been sweeping the floor, the broom moving to and fro.
“How is our patient this morning?”
asked Madame Morain.
“He slept well, Madame,” Rose said,
persecuting a non-existent stubborn bit of dirt on the floor, “he was still
asleep when I came in to clean the room. He may still be asleep.”
“Well I have come to tell him he is to
be discharged today and sent home. Would you inform him when he wakes? He will
be taken to the station later this morning for the train to
“Oui Madame,” said Rose dutifully knowing
she had three hours with Dale before then. Madame Morain
was gone as quickly as she had arrived, her receding footsteps outside
confirming her departure.
Dale pushed the bedcovers down, as
he smiled at Rose. “That gives you three hours to earn five Francs.”
“You didn’t say how I was to earn
this,” she stated.
“I’m going to give you a choice, Rose,”
he said winking at Fleur. “You can either let me do it up your bum before you
give me a nice suck, so I cum in your mouth; or, I can do it in your nice
little pussy.”
“What in my bum and then expect me
to suck it after? No way. That’s disgusting,” said the outraged girl.
“So it’s in your pussy then is it?”
He looked at her, wondering if she’d do it.
“No Monsieur,” she said folding her
arms across her chest.
Dale reached across and pulled open
the locker drawer; he took out his wallet and pulled out five Francs. He
theatrically handed it to Fleur saying: “This is what I owe you. As Rose
doesn’t want to play ‘Oui Monsieur’ anymore, would you like to earn another
five Francs Fleur?”
Fleur knew Dale was simply trying to
tease her sister and played along. “Oui Monsieur. I will let you put it in my
bum, then suck you. If you want you can put it in my pussy as well.” They both
knew that would be impossible, but it had the desired effect.
“He is my patient, Fleur. You keep
quiet. You have already earned your five Francs.” Her words betrayed her real
intentions. Dale knew in that moment her virginity was his.
“I don’t know,” he said sounding
reluctant, “Fleur was so good, perhaps I should let her….”
“Non Monsieur,” said Rose urgently
“you can do it in my pussy.”
“Well, Rose,” he said, winking at Fleur
again, “as you were so reluctant, you will have to do other things now and when
I go in your pussy, you will have to do all the work.”
“Non Monsieur…..”
“This game is ‘Oui Monsieur’,” he
corrected.
“Oui Monsieur,” she muttered
resentfully, but secretly enjoying the game.
“But as you seem to want to make it
difficult this time, I am going to change the rules,” he said mysteriously.
”Monsieur?”
“Oui Monsieur,” he corrected.
“Oui Monsieur,” she looked warily at
him.
“Take all your clothes off, Rose,”
he commanded. He could see she was about to say something, when he added:
“Quickly now.”
He looked at Fleur. “Don’t get
dressed just yet, Fleur, maybe you can earn another Franc or two before I leave
you. Perhaps you should bolt the door.”
He looked back at Rosalie to see her
lifting her dress up over her head, dropping it on the floor, before standing looking
at him, her hands on her hips, letting him look, knowing he liked to do that.
She enjoyed it too. It felt like his eyes were caressing her.
“Would you like to earn more than
five Francs, Rose?” he asked.
She raised her eyebrow, knowing he’d
been teasing her all along. “Oui Monsieur?” she asked.
“You admitted to me yesterday that
you and Fleur like to do things to each other. Am I right?”
“Oui Monsieur,” she said, blushing,
wondering where this was going.
“I will pay each of you a Franc if
you show me.”
She looked at him stunned, her face
beetroot in colour now. The two naked girls looked at each other, a silent
conversation passing between them. At last, Rose turned to him and said: “Oui
Monsieur.”
“Good.” He said nothing more and
folded his arms, watching them to see what happened next.
Realising he wasn’t going to give
them any instructions, Rose turned to her sister and held out her arms. Fleur
smiled cheekily at Dale, as she stepped towards Rose. She wasted no time, and
as she put her left arm around Rose’s shoulder, her right slipped between her
open thighs, cupping her pudenda, while she planted her mouth squarely on Rose’s
lips.
Dale watched, detached, as young Fleur
took the lead. Her fingertips were already curling up in to her sister’s cleft,
seeking her clitty, while waiting for her sister to reciprocate. It was only a
matter of seconds before the two girls were coordinated and pleasuring one
another in what was obviously a well practised manner. They moved towards the
bed, almost collapsing over it, their weight suddenly on his shins.
As if he wasn’t even there, the two
sisters set about giving and receiving the maximum amount of pleasure they
could. By now, Dale could see their tongues dancing in and out of the other’s
mouth in a frantic competition, as if they had to gain pleasure before they
were stopped for some reason. This went on for several minutes while the girls
kissed and fondled each other, raising their arousal in increments. He could
see their fingers were working hard on each other in skilled, practiced
movements. He’d wanted the girls to show him a little lesbian action. Instead
this was a display of sororal love which the two had obviously enjoyed many
times before, and were accomplished at.
Dale watched, as the two girls
became oblivious to him, as their arousal grew by the second, their kissing
becoming intense, their teeth clashing, hands pulling the others head towards
them, fingers moving frantically against clitties, breathing becoming snorts
through noses already pressed against their lover’s cheek. Rose gasped first,
and as she gasped a second time, Fleur let out a long deep loud sigh signifying
her climax had crashed in too. The next several minutes were spent with the
girls giving and receiving such wonderful pleasure. At last, they slowed, still
panting, catching their breath, letting their orgasms die away.
“Now I want to look at you both,”
Dale said. “Turn round, one either side of me, your feet my end of the bed.” He
watched as they quietly positioned themselves as he had asked. “That’s good,”
he said when they were where he wanted them. “Now put your feet up in the air,
legs straight.” Again he watched them for a few seconds, as their peach like oval
vulvas bulged out between their thighs, their clefts parting the centre. “Good,
now do the splits would you?” There no hesitation, as their legs dropped
outwards, opening up their pudendas to his full inspection and touch.
Dale put a hand on each girl’s
mound, before letting his fingers slip down through their clefts, feeling the
slippery dampness of their arousal. He put a finger and thumb either side of
the gaping vaginas and pulled them open even further, seeing their red and
coral and pink and creamy interiors glistening with their little girl juices.
He placed his middle finger into their entries, and slowly, gently, carefully
pushed into them. He needed to be careful with Fleur’s
hymen, but she was so slippery now, he needn’t have worried, as his finger slid
into her interior with little or no resistance. He wasn’t too worried about Rose’s,
as he was going to pop it with his cock, very soon anyway.
At last, he felt his finger-tips
nudge into their ends. He pulled back and pushed in, repeating it several
times, making sure the contact between them was well lubricated. He paused,
just feeling their tightness, warmth, dampness, their pulses, before moving his
fingertips against their ‘G’ spots. He saw their breathing increase, so brought
his thumbs to their clitties and gently massaged them in little circles of movement.
It was only about a minute later, they both came again. He could feel them
pulsing on his fingers, as their vaginas repeatedly clamped and released on
him. Again he let them slowly come down to earth.
“Alright, Rose and Fleur,” he said
at last, “stand up please. Rose stand with your feet either side of my hips. Fleur,
I would like you to stand with your feet either side of my shoulders, facing Rose.”
They quickly stood as he’d asked, holding each other to maintain balance. “Now
I want you both to squat down, would you?” He watched as Fleur’s
whole pudenda opened up as she lowered herself over him. He reached to her and
putting his fingers to her entry, gently prised her open. “Hold yourself open for me, Fleur, please,” he instructed. He
watched enthralled as she pulled herself open even wider than he would have
tried. He looked mesmerised, as her tiny, six-year-old, dilated passage
revealed her wet interior to him
He could feel Rose wasn’t squatting
as low as her sister. He now reached down and took his rock hard cock in his
hand and lifted it from his belly pointing it upwards. “Squat a bit lower, Rose,
would you?” he said. She looked down and could see the tip of his cock pointing
up at her pussy. After the arousal she’d just experienced at the fingertips of
her sister, she was feeling incredibly horny and lowered herself without a
moment’s thought. She knew this was the moment she’d waited for; the moment
every girl waits for; to become a woman.
Rosalie was an intelligent girl. She
knew she was from a poor family and worked hard for everything. She’d lived a
life of poverty and hunger, but her core values were solid. She loved
So she dropped, feeling his tip nudge
into her entry. Instead of a feeling of discomfort or pain, a surge of pleasure
was instantly reignited inside her. Her orgasm didn’t return, but it was
simmering beneath the surface. Holding onto Fleur for balance, she dipped down
briefly, feeling his end nudging hard into her. The sparks of delight were
ignited once more inside her. She repeated it and again, feeling those intense
tingles increasing, growing.
Soon, Dale was able to concentrate
on looking into Fleur’s wide open vagina, hovering
over his face, while Rose bounced up and down on the end of his cock. Life
didn’t get much better as far as he was concerned. He reached up and taking Fleur’s hips, pulled her downwards, letting his waiting
mouth encompass her whole pudenda. He was soon sucking and licking her, feeling
her tensions increase too.
This went on for another minute or
two, when he suddenly felt Rose drop lower than before. He felt his crown push
deeper into her and he felt the sensation of her hymen tearing away. She paused
for barely one cycle, before she lifted again and dropped, lifting and
dropping. He could feel his cock getting deeper each time. She was impaling
herself on him in a wonderful way. The three of them were now enjoying one of
the most erotic experiences of their lives and none of them regretted it.
They all knew things were coming to
a climax in both senses of the word and their movements became more frantic and
more intense. Their breathing shorter, pulses racing hard. Dale felt the first
surges deep down in his loins, then the base of his cock, his balls, his shaft
and finally his crown, as he blasted his sperm laden semen deep into the
preteen girl from
It took a few minutes before they
recovered. Dale’s cock slowly shrank within Rose. The three of them watched, as
he slipped from her vagina, followed by lots of semen tinted with virgin blood.
She cuddled into him, wishing he didn’t have to leave.
“Did you mean it when you said I
could come to
“Yes, of course,” he said, looking
down at the top of her head.
“Would I meet all your family?” she
continued.
“Certainly, and that’s not all,” he
made the leading statement.
“I would want you to earn another
silver Franc,” he added mysteriously.
“How?” she asked, now lifting up and
looking into his eyes.
“What you and Fleur do together,” he
paused, “I want you and Fleur to show my sisters and cousins how you do it.”
Her mouth dropped open, as she realised he meant it.
She blushed briefly, then said in a
giggling tone: “Oui Monsieur, but it will be five Francs, each!”
Fleur was the first to pick her
clothes up and pull her dress over her head. Rose was a minute or two behind
her. Dale pulled out his wallet and took out
Rosalie looked sad that he was about
to leave her life. He’d been fun and she would miss him. She thumbed the
banknote, still in her hand and said: “Merci
Monsieur,” smiling thinly at him.
“Will you come and see me in
“Oui Monsieur,” she gushed. Dale
picked up his wallet again and took out a calling card. “My address is here,”
he said handing it to her. “Write to me and I will arrange your passage.
Perhaps we will be able to think of some fun things to do.”
“Oui Monsieur,” she responded,
smiling, knowing what he had in mind.
It was a few minutes later the
porters came to take him to the station. Rose had packed his few possessions,
most of which his sergeant had brought when he visited and hadn’t been touched
since. As he was pushed along in the wheelchair, Rose walking at his side, he
heard music playing. A door opened to a recreation room, where the music was
coming from. English voices were singing. It was a wonderful tune and later
became one of the most popular songs of the whole war.
He asked if they might go in for a
moment. The porters obliged. Inside were about a dozen officers sitting or
standing around a piano. The man playing was a young lieutenant. He was missing
a leg, his empty trouser leg tucked into the Sam Browne belt around his waist.
There was a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. One of the nurses
attending the men handed Dale a sheet of paper with the score printed on it. He
glanced at the heading. The words were written by Fred Weatherly the same man
who had written Danny Boy, a few years before the war, the tune by Haydn Wood.
To Dale it was the most poignant song he’d ever heard and it would remain in
his head for the rest of his life. But to him, it’s title reflected the amazing
time he’d experienced here in the hospital with Fleur and Rose and forever
after, he would always think of them as the Roses of Picardy.
Author’s note: The ‘Roses
of
Lambert Murphy - Roses of Picardy (1917) - YouTube
The sun was shining brightly as the
two porters, chatting away to each other about their latest female conquests,
pushed Dale the few hundred yards in his wheelchair, to the waiting hospital
train, where British nurses took over. He was carefully taken aboard. Inside,
the carriages had been converted with racks either side. His stretcher was
lifted up and placed on one of these. He looked out of the window, and saw Rosalie’s
smiling face looking in at him. It wasn’t long before the train moved off. He
waved at the girl as she disappeared into the distance. Soon they were out in
the
The End
Look out for Dale’s next adventure,
set during the Battle of Vimy Ridge.
You can find all my stories on
either of the following links:
https://archiveofourown.org/users/broadsword1954/works
OR: ** All Broadsword's Stories ** (asstr.org)
Dale Winchester – protagonist.
Millicent – Dales mother.
Aunt Evelyn – Millicent’s sister
Emily - 9 – Evelyn’s daughter
Lucy - 7 – Evelyn’s daughter
Mary – 10 - Dale’s sister,
Millicent’s daughter
Clare – 8 - Dale’s sister,
Millicent’s daughter
Madame Morain
(La Morue) – Senior nurse in
1st Lt. William Evans –
Welsh patient in
Rosalie Beaulieu (Rose) – 10 - Auxiliary nurse in
Sergeant Mason – Dale’s platoon
N.C.O.
Colonel Vickers – Dale’s regimental commanding
officer
Captain Sellers – Company commanding
officer
Fleur Beaulieu – 6 - Rosalie’s
younger sister
Historical Notes: ‘The Great War’, was fought
between 1914 and 1918. Huge amounts have been written about this long, complex
and costly war, should you be interested.
It was the first war fought across the globe, hence its later title
‘First World War’. The politics, causes and evolution of that war are all too
complex, and indeed irrelevant to this story. Battles were fought on many
fronts and at sea, around the world in dozens of countries. It was the first
war where air power, tanks, poison gas and flame throwers and many other
‘innovative’ new weapons were used, as well as full and terrible use of machine
guns and modern artillery developed. It was also the first truly industrial war
(although it can be argued the American Civil war takes that title). With
Our stories about Dale take place on the Western Front, in the northern
French region of
With mechanised warfare in it’s infancy, the British invention of tanks
not being used until 15th September in the last weeks of the