0 comments/ 46655 views/ 0 favorites D-Day Ch. 1 By: spiderfife Private Harry Chambers, age 18, felt himself tensing as the engines on the Higgins boat roared into shore. German artillery fire was already sending up plumes of smoke and water. In reaction, Chambers bent lower and used the craft's side panel for protection. Chambers heard the bottom of the boat scrape on sand. A boatswain twirled the release wheel, lowering the landing ramp. Captain Persons took one step onto the ramp and was immediately cut down by machine-gun fire. All hell broke loose. The Germans fired directly into the craft. Thirty men were packed tightly into the boat, three abreast, ten rows total. Shockingly, the first four rows, twelve men, fell instantly. In the face of such carnage, it is natural to pause momentarily and collect one's wits. That natural pause, that momentary delay, cost six men (in rows five and six) their lives. Chambers, in row eight, knew he was next. It was sheer madness to move forward. 18 bodies lay in all sorts of contortions, blocking that exit. Yet it was also certain death to stay where he was. So Chambers took the only option open to him. He leaped over the side panel, into the water... ...Twenty-five years later, in 1969, Harry Chambers once again found himself swimming in the waters off Omaha Beach. Only this time it was pleasurable. He'd returned with a group of other veterans to recognize the 25th anniversary of the D-Day invasion on June 6, 1944. Harry floated with the tide, letting it carry him into the beach. At 43, he was in reasonably good shape. The person who got the comments, however, was his wife, Gerta. Despite birthing three kids and staying married to Harry for 23 years, Gerta had kept her stunning figure. The tide carried Harry up to the sand, where he lay at water's edge, his mind drifting back to 1944... ...When Chambers hit the water, he found it deeper than expected. The tide was rushing in, raising the level. What a moment ago was just at his ankles, now almost covered his thighs. Crouching, he knew he had to move soon or be swamped with water. Chambers looked toward the beach. Men were struggling to get out of the rising tide but in almost every case, they were falling, hit by the terrible machine-gun fire. Pvt. Chambers wondered whether to try his luck. Then he noticed two GI's floating by, letting the tide carry them into the beach. That way, they didn't have to rise out of the water, exposing themselves to German fire. Each man pushed a corpse in front of him as a shield. While grisly to contemplate, Chambers realized that using a corpse was a very practical solution that might keep him alive. The water was covered with floating bodies. GI's had been issued Mae West life preservers, which kept a man on the water's surface, alive or dead. Chambers found a floater, shot through the head. He pulled the corpse close, put his rifle on it, then held it in front of him as he allowed the tide to carry him into the beach. By the time Chambers felt his knees dig into the sand, he'd heard three thumps from the corpse. Each thump was a German bullet that could have hit him. As he began to crawl up onto the beach, Chambers let the dead private drift back into the water... ...Harry stood up and walked across the beach. As he approached his beach towel, near the sea wall, Harry admired his wife, Gerta. A beautiful face, 36-26-37 measurements, firm ass and legs. Harry always felt he'd married a real "piece." Last night had been no exception. Gerta was a tiger in the bedroom. They'd fucked three times: first, standard missionary; second, with Gerta on top; and third, doggy-style, when Gerta actually howled. The next morning, as they came downstairs for breakfast, the hotel owner had given Harry a knowing look and a sly smile. Certainly the whole hotel, if not the entire village of Beyaux, had heard about the romantic Americans. "How was your swim, darling?" Gerta asked, in her always adorable Hungarian accent. She smiled, leaned over and gave Harry a brief kiss. In that instant, Harry got a view of her wonderful cleavage, enhanced by her black bathing suit. "Fine, thanks. I think I'll just rest awhile." Gerta smiled again and returned to her Agatha Christie novel. She was an avid reader and student of the English language. Harry lay on his beach towel, as his thoughts carried him back to Omaha Beach... ...Chambers began to crawl across the war-torn beach. Men were screaming, crying, shouting or dying. Burning tanks, trucks, half-tracks and jeeps littered the sand. Machine-gun fire swept the area in a hailstorm of bullets. Those already wounded were wounded again. Chambers suddenly felt a thud in his backpack, followed by a searing pain in his left buttock. He'd been hit! Chambers almost passed out. When he recovered, he could feel the warm blood oozing down his leg. Chambers knew if he stayed where he was, he'd probably be hit again. He quickly lifted his head and observed a group of GI's huddling under the protection of the sea wall. At the moment, that looked like an awfully good spot. Despite the terrible pain in his backside, Chambers jumped to his feet and ran as fast as he could toward the wall. He dove head first into the huddled group. Chambers quickly inspected his body. There were no other wounds. But he did find two bullet holes in his shirt tail. He began to shake uncontrollably... To Be Continued... D-Day Ch. 2 Harry heard Gerta calling him out of his daydream. "Honey, lets go for a walk along the road and then up the bluff." Harry nodded his agreement. He put his pants on. Gerta followed by putting a wrap-around skirt over her bathing suit. Harry rolled up the beach towels and put them under his arm. Then he jumped on top of the sea wall, turned and extended his hand to help Gerta up. The couple slowly walked along the road arm-in-arm. They came to a dirt trail, running up the bluff. Gerta leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Follow me, soldier. I want to find a place where I can fuck your brains out." Harry laughed, then followed her up the trail.... ....Chambers soon discovered that the sea wall did not offer much protection. German mortar crews were bombarding the huddled Americans. Men were screaming in pain all around him. Then one big soldier bellowed, "Fuck this. I ain't waitin' around to get killed." With that exclamation, the big GI jumped to the top of the sea wall, ran across the road, and began making his way up the bluff. Encouraged by his bravery, other GI's began to scamper across the road. Some made it, some didn't. After enduring two more mortar explosions, Chambers decided to follow a corporal across the road. He jumped on top of the sea wall and ran as fast as he could. Because of his wound, he was slower than the corporal. This probably saved his life. About a yard ahead of Chambers, the corporal suddenly flew in the air, on top of an mine blast. Chambers kept running. He dove into the bushes at the base of the bluff, hoping to Christ that he didn't land on a mine. He lay for a minute breathing heavily, collecting his thoughts. He had not drawn enemy fire. There was a trail heading up the bluff. Wanting to get as far away as possible from deadly Omaha, Chambers decided to follow the trail.... ....When they reached the top of the bluff, Gerta and Harry turned to look at the vista. Gerta excitedly pulled on Harry's arm. "Look, over there." She pointed at one of the old German blockhouses kept intact as memorials to the great battle. Gerta walked quickly over to the heavy metal door and found that it had a big hole in it, making for easy entry. The blockhouse did not appear to attract many visitors, since it was in a relatively isolated area. It seemed to be the perfect "place" Gerta was seeking. She turned and smiled at Harry. "Come inside, soldier." Laughing, Harry followed her through the hole in the door. Gerta put down her bag, and turned, standing directly in front of Harry. She took off her wrap-around skirt and her bathing suit. Gerta was completely naked under Harry's gaze, her nipples growing harder by the moment. Gerta turned and walked over to the machine-gun slit, where she could see the bluff, the road, the beach, and the ocean, watching for potential intruders. Satisfied none were about, she put her hands on the cement wall, bent over, letting her tits hang free. She arched her back, thrusting her ass out, then spread her legs, giving her husband a full view of her naked pussy. Gerta looked over her left shoulder and said to Harry, "Come on, solider boy. Fuck me, right here, right now." Harry was already very hard. He rammed his cock into Gerta's pussy and fucked her hard, doggie-style. As Harry kept slamming his cock inside her, she reached with her left hand to run her fingers over a grafitti word someone had carved into the wall - "Motown." Harry grabbed Gerta's long red hair, pulling it back to maximize his thrust. Gerta's thighs shook as she experienced orgasm after orgasm.... ....As Chambers made his way up the hill, he encountered other GI's in the same predicament. Soon a group of twelve collected. They held a quick, huddled meeting, and agreed to let a sergeant (Sterling) command. Before the battle, their briefings told them that the major objectives were up over the bluff. Sterling led them in that direction. Suddenly, the group was hit by German fire. Two men fell dead and Chambers got his second wound of the day, a shot through the palm of his right hand. It was extremely painful. Dropping to the ground, and using his left hand, Chambers wrapped the wound as best he could. Then, he moved quickly to hold a reserve position, while the rest of the group attacked the enemy. Chambers' job was to protect the rear, in case Kraut reinforcements arrived. The murderous fire came from a blockhouse at the top of the bluff, in a relatively isolated area. Chambers watched as the GI's moved cautiously uphill, careful to stay out of the enemy's line of fire. The Americans manuevered into positions on the left and right of the fortification. Then, on signal, the GI's attacked with rifles and hand grenades. They blew a hole in the heavy metal door. Enraged by their experiences on the beach, the American's killed every German they could find. When the position was secure, they turned and waved at Chambers to come up the hill. Sergeant Sterling could hear firing ahead, which meant that some GI's needed assistance. Everyone was to move forward - except Chambers and Mueller. Each man had two wounds, that (while not fatal)needed medical attention. They were to hold their position here at the blockhouse. As more GI's came up the bluff, Chambers and Mueller should direct them toward the sound of the guns. And if they could find a medic, they were to get themselves fixed up... To Be Continued... D-Day Ch. 3 Finished screwing her husband in the blockhouse, Gerta dressed and joined Harry, sitting on the roof. They held each other, arm-in-arm, for a long time, just watching the beach and the ocean. Then, they heard voices coming up the trail. A group of tourists appeared, with their cameras and binoculars. The tourists spoke German.... ....Now that he was reasonably safe, Chambers' adrenaline stopped pumping and his wounds began to throb. Mueller told him to sit down and take it easy on the roof of the blockhouse. As more German positions were captured, more and more GI's reached the top of the bluff. Mueller directed them forward, as ordered, while Chambers scrounged cigarettes, K-rations, and ammunition. But no where could they find a medic. There were long delays between arrivals. While they waited, Mueller told Chambers his story. He was from Chicago, the son of immigrant parents. He grew up speaking fluent German, so when the Army drafted him, he was assigned to military intelligence as an interpreter and interrogator. Mueller came ashore on Omaha with the third invasion wave, expecting to find Kraut prisoners to interrogate. But all he found was chaos. So he grabbed a rifle and fought like infantry. Incredibly, he got off the beach without a scratch - but on the way up the bluff, he bumped into a trio of Krauts at a machine-gun emplacement. He shot two but the third one charged. They fought briefly hand-to-hand. That's when Mueller lost a chunk of his ear and a piece of his arm. "How'd you kill him?" Chambers asked. "Another GI came along," Mueller answered. With night coming, and the sound of fire-fights all around, the men decided it would be safer inside the blockhouse. Tomorrow, they'd go back to the beach and find a medic. But tonight, it was too hazardous to move. Mueller and Chambers entered the blockhouse and removed the German corpses, rolling each down hill. They brought in their equipment and settled in for the night. In the twilight, Chambers looked through the machine-gun slit to see the bluff, the road, the beach, and the ocean. "Christ, no wonder we caught hell," he exclaimed. "The damn Krauts could see everything." Mueller and Chambers agreed to split guard duty - two hours on, two hours off. To break the monotony, Chambers carved grafitti in the cement wall. Since he was from Detroit, Chambers decided to carve the town's nickname - "Motown." To Be Continued... D-Day Ch. 4 Mueller shook Chambers awake at 2:30 AM. He put his finger to his lips, using the sign to tell Chambers to be quiet. Mueller motioned with his hands for Chambers to grab his rifle and join him at the metal door. Someone was calling through the hole in the door. That someone had a decidedly female voice. That someone was also speaking in German. Mueller replied in German, then slowly opened the door, rifle at the ready. Three Wermacht nurses - a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead - entered the blockhouse. The women gasped in horror when they saw two Yankee soldiers aiming weapons directly at them. Mueller barked an order in German and the three nurses retreated to a corner, where they huddled in fear. Mueller whispered to Chambers, "Watch them. I'll check to see if they brought any friends." The next few minutes were filled with tension. Finally, Mueller returned with an "all clear." Chambers heaved a sigh of relief but kept his weapon sighted on his enemy. "I'm going to find out why they are here," Mueller told Chambers. He walked over to the corner, near the women, kneeled into a crouch, and began a quiet dialogue in German with the nurses. He returned with a sardonic smile. "It seems their side is as fucked up as ours. Their intelligence officer told them that the Yankees had been stopped on the beaches. He encouraged them to visit the troops." "They've been making the rounds of German positions, tending to the wounded. They particularly wanted to come to this blockhouse because the blonde has a boyfriend, Hans, who was stationed here. Must of been among the honored dead we rolled down the hill. They certainly did not expect to find this position taken." "What do we do with them now?" Chambers asked. "Well, first thing, pal, we get your wounds looked after." He spoke again in German. The redhead picked up her medical kit and walked over to Chambers. She spoke while Mueller translated. "She wants to know where you are hurt. Show her." Chambers pointed to his butt and his hand. The nurse spent the next twenty minutes cleaning, swabbing and bandaging, working under Mueller's watchful eye. The men then reversed positions, when Mueller had his wounds tended by the blonde nurse. When she was finished, the blonde asked Mueller a question. He responded, then quizzed the other two, who nodded in approval. He turned to Chambers with a big smile. "Next, we get some pussy." Chambers was totally surprised, then suspicious. "Hold on, pardner, I ain't raping anyone." "Naw, you got it wrong, Mack," Mueller said. "They're scared shitless. They offered to put out - all three of them - so long as we don't hurt 'em. You go first. I'll watch the war, then exchange when you're done." Mueller said something in German and the nurses stripped their clothes off. Chambers rushed to the trio. He'd lived through the horror of the morning, only to enjoy three women in the night. What an incredible contrast of feelings. The blonde had big tits and Chambers thought them fun to play with. The brunette had a nice firm ass and gave a great blowjob. But the redhead was a real sexual tiger. She first fucked him missionary style, then sat on top, and third, switched to doggie-style, where she actually howled at the moon. In a grand finale, the redhead nurse put her hands on the cement wall, bent over and let her tits hang free. She arched her back, thrust her ass out and spread her legs, giving Chambers a full view of her naked pussy. The nurse looked back over her left shoulder and said something in German to Chambers. He looked to Mueller for a translation. The GI laughed and told him, "She said 'Come on, soldier boy. Fuck me, right here, right now." Chambers was incredibly excited and already very hard. He rammed his cock into her pussy, doggie-style. As he kept slamming into her, the nurse reached out with her left hand to run her fingers over the grafitti he had carved in the wall - "Motown." Chambers grabbed the nurse's long red hair and pulled it back to maximize his thrust. Her thighs shook as she experienced orgasm after orgasm.... ....Gerta stood up as the tourists approached and replied to their greeting in fluent German. They talked a bit and Gerta turned to Harry. "Their name is Mueller. Their little boy fell on the trail, visiting sites where his American grandfather fought. He cut his leg and his parents are unable to stop the bleeding. I told them not to worry, as I am a nurse and always carry my first aid kit for just such emergencies." Gerta grabbed her kit and introduced herself to the boy. She stopped the bleeding and began to bandage the boy's knee. She glanced at Omaha Beach, and remembered another bandaging job years before. Smiling at Harry, Gerta reached over, patted his butt, and gave her husband a knowing wink. - THE END -