A Spy Too Far : Part 2 free porn video

Prologue

This story is purely fictional story, although some instances quoted, actually did happen during the wartime period. This is a follow on from Part.

Precise of Part 1

In 1940/1941 the British were losing vast amounts of Merchant shipping to the U Boats. The situation was desperate. At the time Lt Commander Tony Nash VC was in command of a Submarine HMS Tenacious, when Anne-Marie a French double agent, and someone at the Admiralty, discovered that he had a German mother and English father and that he was fluent in the German language. He also had a number of relatives still living in Berlin.

The plan was hatched that Anne-Marie would marry Tony and they would defect to France in the hope that Tony could convince the Nazis that he was defecting. His task was somehow get hold of the German U Boat codes.

After they defected the Germans were delighted that a British war hero had defected, but they believed that Anne-Marie his wife, was now surplus to requirements and had her assassinated.

Co-incidently the British happened to capture a surrendered U boat, (U110) and get the Enigma codes and all the signal books so they aborted the operation. But it was too late and the Nazis subsequently hatched a plan for Tony to marry one of Hitler’s nieces. The propaganda was too good for them to miss and they were prepared to exploit it for all it was worth.

During his time in Germany Tony regularly dined with Hitler many high German officers. He was feted by the German people and it was decided he should join Admiral Doenitz’s staff as an advisor. However on his trip to the coast, Tony managed to escape although wounded back to the UK. Part 2 takes over when he leaves hospital

Chapter 1:
Sick leave

Five weeks after his landing back in the UK with Christmas approaching fast, Tony’s long stay in hospital was over. He was now ready for his convalescence. He said goodbye to Joan his companion from the intelligence branch, who had been staying with him to retrieve every bit of vital information that she could glean from him. He was taken to Haslar Hospital near Portsmouth by ambulance, with a close escort of plain clothes Policemen. After the medical, which fortunately gave him an all clear, he went to report to Captain Submarines at the submarine base at HMS Dolphin which was close to the hospital, and also to renew some old acquaintances. It was at this point that Captain Submarines told him the inside story about the capture of the Enigma machine by HMS Boxer from U110, and the reason for his abortive recall..

Tony was very bitter about the lack of communication at the Admiralty, that had put him and Anne-Marie in such danger all for nothing. He pointed out bitterly that Anne-Marie lost her life because of Admiralty bungling. Had they acted more quickly then Anne-Marie would still be alive

At Haslar Hospital he had been given a very rigid Psychological and Physical examination, to ascertain whether the experience has caused any lasting damage to his ability as a Royal Naval Officer. But as he explained it had been easy to live the lie, as there was no-one alive to betray him, except poor Janine who was now dead.

On Sunday December 7th 1941 the whole focus of the war changed, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbour. Almost simultaneously Japanese troops landed in Malaysia. The next day Hitler foolishly declared war on the United States which brought the comment from one of the officers in the wardroom at HMS Dolphin. Hitler has made three big mistakes, and if we can’t win the bloody war now, we don’t deserve to. The fact that he did not persevere with the air war in the Battle of Britain, then he stupidly attacked Russia, and now by declaring war on the United States he has surely ensured his eventual downfall.”

Tony’s sudden and unexpected re-appearance at HMS Dolphin had caused a lot of surprise, as his return to the UK had not formally been made public. One of his friends said caustically. “I was not sure whether I should shoot you or buy you a drink.”

To his friends it was a complete surprise. Even William Joyce now known as Lord Haw-Haw in his nightly broadcasts, was quite bitter and really scathing about the way in which the Partisans had executed him.
Obviously his safe arrival back in the UK had not been pecked up by the Germans.

He was informed that the official announcement was to be made shortly. Tony cynically commented that he hoped that it would be, as he did not need to be shot by a keen eyed policeman after what he had just been through

After everyone had got over their initial surprise at seeing him again, he was the target for some very close questioning about how he had got on with Hitler and Goering, and some of the other notable Nazi‘ leaders, from colleagues, but in the main, most of his colleagues accepted that his experiences must be a matter of Official Secrets, and perhaps even after the war, some parts of his abortive operation would have to remain a closely guarded secret, at least for a time.

It was pointed out to him that his return would now put him in great personal danger, as through the large network of double agents that within hours of the BBC announcing his safe return to the UK, the government had learned that orders had gone out to all agents and Nazi sympathisers in the UK for his extermination, with a large financial reward being offered for either his capture or death. Somehow Nazi Germany had to restore their lost credibility in the eyes of their own population, and the World at large .

He was continually asked by many officers “Why did you not kill Hitler when you had the chance?” Tony normally replied “Think about it a bit. If I could have done, I would still not have done it, because they might then have elected someone who did not make so many stupid mistakes, and that would give them a much better chance of winning the bloody war.”

He had a further long visit with Mr. Broughton from the Admiralty, who sympathised with him over his bitterness about Admiralty communications, and sending him and Anne-Marie on an abortive operation. He said that HMS Bulldog did not send details of their capture as they would not take the risk of their signals being reads by the enemy

He explained that the Admiralty would announce his safe return from a highly successful operation, in Nazi Germany in the next 48 hours, before he was due to go on leave. He also pointed out that the Admiralty had decreed that his seafaring days were finished, at least until Germany had been defeated, pointing out that if he was taken prisoner, it would mean a certain execution for him.

Mr. Broughton expressed his concern that he was he was probably in much more danger now than he had been whilst in Nazi Germany, as their were still a large number of Nazi sympathisers and agents still in the UK. Many had come in via Dunkirk and been caught, but there were still a few who were unaccounted for. In particular there was a hardcore of IRA sympathisers, who were prepared to actively work for the Nazi regime. Mr. Broughton explained that they were pleased that he would be going on leave to a country village, which gave the security services a better chance to catch any would be assassins than in a city. The security people would be there to protect him, but they would be watching for any strangers in the village as well as fully co-operating with the local County Police Force to ensure his safety.

In a way he commented as he was putting on his coat to take his leave “You will be like the cheese in the trap to catch the mouse, it will help us to entrap any Nazi sympathisers, so there is a good excuse to deploy a lot of resources to look after your security.”

His old boat Tenacious was out on patrol, also his ex First Lieutenant Bill had been made Lieutenant Commander and put in command of an “S “Class Submarine, and he too was also out on patrol He had been very successful so far, and had been on a special operation, and had sunk a couple of enemy ships in another patrol. However, it was wartime, and it was sad that several of his oldest friends had not returned from their patrols. Their boats apparently being the casualties of war, as they were now long overdue.

After a very pleasant visit, Tony was free to go home on sick leave pending further appointment. His kit would follow, being brought to his home by the Red Cross. He was escorted discreetly by four plain clothes police officers who would be responsible for his security. Tony arrived at the local station by the morning milk train. at 5.0 am in the morning. just as the all clear was being sounded following a raid on the Bristol docks. Fortunately, the Red Cross had been able to get a message through to Jean his cousin, that he was on his way, and she had waited on a freezing snow covered railway station all night, as the trains were very irregular, and she was not going to take the chance of missing him.

Anyone seeing their reunion would have thought that they were lovers, and not just first cousins. She told him that she had received a long visit, from some security people, and the local police, who wanted a complete lay out of the farm and the local area, and that everyone was taking the issue of his security very seriously. She was quite concerned about all the fuss, which was being made, which quite rightly, made her think Tony was in some sort of danger. But she worried because she did not know the real reason for it. When Tony explained she understood, and Tony introduced him to the four police officers who had accompanied him..

Tony had been asked by the special police to keep them informed of his movements, but otherwise they would not intrude on his movements, or activities. They did however ask him to inform them if he was going anywhere outside the village or to visits like military hospitals for a check-up to give them plenty of notice if possible.

It was good to be home, and despite the war, his cousin Jean prepared a wonderful breakfast for him. It was good to enjoy some real Wiltshire bacon and eggs and a proper mug of tea, in his own farm house kitchen. For the first time, sitting at home at the kitchen table with a proper breakfast Tony began to appreciate, the danger he had been in, and realise how lucky he had been to survive.

Jean asked about his family especially Rolf his cousin, who had been a regular visitor to the farm before the war, but Tony had not seen him during his visit, as his squadron was operating on the Russian front. Tony had always thought that Jean had a bit of a crush on Rolf when they were kids, and he and Tony had been really good mates.

Tony was also delighted to see a couple of new faces at the breakfast table. The Ministry of Agriculture had allocated two land girls to the farm. They were both London born and bred, and had never seen a real cow in their lives before they came to work at the farm. Jean was really pleased with them; they had taken to life on the farm like ducks to water.
The girls were not in any way shy and they obviously liked flirting which annoyed Jean a little by the look of annoyance on her face.

Rose the youngest one had lost her parents recently, in a raid on London, and Betty had come straight from an orphanage, and had no known family. They were both quite pretty girls, and worked well together. They were living in two self contained apartments over the stables, and had made themselves quite comfortable, although they took their meals in the main house with the family.

Tony had a walk round the farm yard after breakfast, savoring the odor of fresh cow dung that hung in the morning air, and he had an enjoyable visit to the dairy for several glasses of fresh cold milk, that had just come through the water cooler, before it went into the milk churns for the daily collection by the local dairy The smells brought back memories of more pleasant times for him.

Even his old favourite cart horse Bandit was still working, and seemed to remember him. Jean explained that they now had five horses working, but Bandit was only on light work now because of his age.

The weather had been quite warm for December, until the snow arrived later that day which thawed quickly to be followed by clear skies and a hard frost, with more snow being forecast for later in the month, and speculation was rife for a white Christmas. The days were longer as with double British Summertime in operation, it was possible to work later in the evenings, although the mornings were dark until later. The Luftwaffe despite losing the Battle of Britain were now making good use of the long winter nights with occasional lightning forays on military targets and some cities.

There had only been one bomb dropped locally at a farm two miles away recently, and the only casualty had been a wild rabbit. Jean told him with some amusement that the farmer a friend of hers now had quite a large crater in the field adjoining the farmhouse. He was delighted as he had intended to make a pond, so that he could keep some ducks, and so a lot of the work had been done for him, but he was not amused at having to replace all his windows in the farmhouse. His baby son had slept all the way through the noise and was perfectly all right.

Shortages of food were now being experienced by the population at large, but being a country village. With clothes and most food products being rationed, but there was always plenty of fresh produce available, plenty of rabbits, chicken and eggs and the odd pig got slaughtered, and sold quietly without ration cards. Things like Sugar and Butter in particular were in short supply although most dairy farms managed to make a reasonable butter for their own consumption. Some farms had plighted fields and planted Potatoes and vegetables, a thought which Jean was considering

Tony made himself known to the farm workers who had not met him before, Most of whom were past the age for military call-up, but they had already lost three younger men to the army, and several younger men were awaiting their calling up papers.. So the land girls were a useful and very welcome addition. They had been promised one more girl, but she had not yet arrived. Tony took the first couple of days quite easy, just helping with little jobs around the farm, when he felt like it.

To the surprise of everyone, he started to get up for early morning milking, and quite impressed the girls, with the fact that he still retained his ability to milk a cow. On the second morning Tony had been busy mucking out the cowshed after the morning milking, and when he returned to the kitchen, he found a young attractive lady sitting there talking to Jean.

She was introduced to him as Mrs. Angie Drake. She was about 25 and slim with nice features, long blonde hair and quite a pleasant personality. and were the tenants of Lower Hill farm house, which was the other side of the wood, and which actually belonged to Tony. He was quite intrigued with Angie, and in talking found that she had been a second officer in the WRNS, but having become pregnant, and married she was discharged. She did however, subsequently lose the baby. Her husband was a serving naval officer, and had just started his submarine training at HMS Dolphin.

Christmas was just ten days away and Jean was working hard at preparing food for Christmas, and some rations had been carefully saved for the occasion, living on a farm gave them some advantages. It was always easy to get a chicken, and most vegetables were grown in the farm garden. The combined ration cards allowed a few luxuries and even a Christmas cake appeared as Jean got busy in the kitchen.

In the run up to Christmas, the farm sold a vast number of chicken privately to local residents, and to the local butcher Plus a lot of Holly and Mistletoe from the Orchard. They had to keep a close watch as Black Marketeers were rife and would occasionally raid farms to see what they could steal.

Any strange traffic after was quickly noted and the word passed to local farmers by the police, many of whom would sit somewhere quietly at night, with a loaded shotgun.

The following Saturday morning, Tony decided that he would stroll over to Lower Hill farm to take a look at his old home. He took the shortest route, using the public footpath across the various pastures, and through the boundary wood. Jean who managed both farms in his absence used Lower Hill farm, basically for beef production and for egg production. Keeping Upper Hill farm for the milking herd which was closer to home and the village. Currently the milking herd was in the region of about 125 head, so hand milking twice a day was a massive task, and assisted by one or to local part time workers. Calving was one of the main problems with on occasion, someone having to stay awake to assist cows having birth in the middle of the night. But most of the calving happened in the spring and summer when the calves had a better chance of survival.

Tony that morning had just entered the wood by the main path, when he heard a blast from a shotgun nearby. He moved cautiously towards the sound, and came into a clearing. It had taken him about four minutes to arrive at the scene. There was a scuffle going on between a young man in the clearing, who was attempting to molest a young girl. Tony recognised the girl as Maria. She was the daughter of a deceased farm worker called Pedro, who had worked for the farm before the war, in 1938 he had been killed in a farm accident. He had fallen into a hay rake when hay making. The horse had panicked and by the time it had been caught he was dead. His daughter Maria had been allowed to stay on at the cottage and at one time had been a former girl friend of Tony’s.

The family had originally come to the UK to avoid the civil war in Spain. and Maria still lived free of rent in the farm cottage, she and her father had lived in. She had been brought up in England, and had elected to stay here after her father had died. She occasionally helped out on the farm, as a part time worker, especially, during hay making, and other busy times. Maria had been Tony’s very first love, when they were teenagers. She had the typical Mediterranean colouring and temperament. She was a pretty girl, and Tony could see that she had matured, although he had not seen much of her in the years since the outbreak of war.

Tony shouted to the man to move off. He backed off, and as he did so, he pointed the shotgun at Tony.
" Mind your own f….. g business" he snarled.
"What are you doing with that gun?" Tony asked.
"I’m shooting fucking rabbits idiot." He snarled.
"You do not have permission to shoot on this land, and I suspect you do not have a gun licence anyway, and if I am right, you have stolen that gun from the Lower Hill farm gun cabinet which was locked."
"So what in f.…. g hell is it to do with you? He retorted.
"For one thing it is my land, and secondly that gun is my gun, and was locked in the gun cabinet at Lower Hill farm when I last saw it. And thirdly, I advise you to put that gun down on the floor, and step back unless you want to be killed yourself. If you look at the label on the butt of that gun, you will see that it is currently marked as unsafe for use, and is more danger to you than to any rabbits.

By this time ”Maria visibly shaken had come to stand by him as he was speaking. She took hold of his hand. As Tony had been speaking, they had both noticed two plain clothes policemen appear in the bushes just behind the stranger, although the stranger had apparently already realised who Tony was. He was however, unaware of the police behind him, and Tony was fairly sure that they were armed police, who like him, had been attracted by the shot and Tony knew were part of his security squad.

As he hesitated Tony said. "You can treat that as an order Lieutenant. I could also have you court-martialed for being out of uniform in wartime and not carrying your respirator."
For the first time Tony saw a flicker of uncertainty on his face, and he quickly put the gun down on the grass. The police stepped back without being seen, seeing the gun was being grounded.
"I presume you are Commander Nash, the traitor. Sir"
"Yes I am Commander Nash VC- Tony said. I am not, nor never have been a traitor Lieutenant, although you may have thought so, with all the publicity surrounding my mission."
"Then why sir may I ask are you also out of uniform Sir."
"For your information, I am requested by the Admiralty not to wear uniform, at this time for a specific security reason. Now I suggest that you return home, and put your uniform on. Leave the gun here, I will look after it."

With a furious look in his direction the Lieutenant turned and moved away. The two security men behind him had now faded back into the trees, having been convinced Tony was not under any real threat. Tony decided to escort Maria home, and leave his visit to Lower Hill farm to another day, when the husband was not at home either.

Maria had been his teenage sweetheart, and at one time, he was sure that the village gossips had expected them to marry. If it had not been for the war maybe they might have. It was at one of the villages Saturday night regular dances, or hops, as they were called when Tony first saw Maria on the other side of the room. For the first time, Tony realised just how really beautiful she was, and eventually he screwed up enough courage to ask her for a dance.

From then on she became his regular date, and she also became the first girl that Tony had been intimate with. For both of them it had been the first time, and not unusually, as Tony reflected it had been rather a disaster. But from that day on their love making improved with regular practice, and like most teenagers Tony managed to get hold of some reading material that gave them some guidance.

On the way back to her cottage Maria asked him about the two men who had appeared behind the Lieutenant. Tony told her “They think my life is in danger for having made a fool of the Nazi’s and Hitler himself. If he had not put the gun down they would have been quite in order to shoot him.”

She said that she had heard the news of his return on the Radio, she said. many people in the village had not believed that you had defected, and were a traitor, people here also took a lot of nasty teasing from other nearby villages about us being a nest of Nazi traitors here. The local cricket match nearly became a war zone ”

Then she told him how the incident had happened. Apparently, Lieutenant Drake had accosted her, and had attempted to have his way with her several times in the past. The more she told him, the more Tony was convinced that Lieutenant Drake was quite an unsavory character.

It was apparently worse on weekends, when he was on weekend leave, that was when he normally appeared in the village, and twice he had been the subject of complaints of drunkenness by local people. Several local girls had complained of his behaviour, and on two occasions recently, the police had been called to Lower Hill farm as a result of complaints of drunken shouting, when local passers by complained of the noise.

On the walk back to her cottage Tony soon realised just how much Maria had developed over the years. She was a very beautiful young lady. She dressed well, and her beautiful Spanish complexion, and dark flashing eyes, beautiful white teeth and a lovely warm smile, were a real turn on.

Maria told him she had not married. She had not really had a serious boyfriend for a long time. When they got to her cottage, Maria, had given him a long searching look and said.
"Are you coming in?"
Not unexpectedly inside the cottage Maria turned put her arms round his neck and her mouth up to be kissed, and they soon found themselves in a big clinch. Maria had always worn very exotic Spanish perfumes, and their was no doubt, this more mature Maria was a very desirable lady.

She made some tea and sat down next to him on the settee, which meant that their bodies were touching. They talked for a long time, and she was telling him about her war work. But as time went on they both became increasingly more and more aware of each others body pressing close to each other.

Once she leaned forward to pick up her tea cup and the front of her blouse fell forward and Tony got a good look at her full breasts and prominent nipples. He was also mesmerised by the smell of her exotic perfume. Maria always favoured the strong smelling perfumes that Spanish girls seemed so fond of. Tony wondered how she managed to get a supply in wartime.

It did not take long for Tony to start feeling very randy, being in such close proximity to Maria and he suspected that Maria was deliberately trying to get him interested, as she sat even closer. Then she put her mouth up again and threw her arms round his neck for a kiss. She knew the effect she was having on him, and she had never got Tony out of her system. Her thigh touched his and she placed one hand onto his knee and then she looked up at him with her face just inches away. Suddenly they were kissing again, but this time with much more passion. Her free hand was undoing his fly buttons and releasing his cock from his pants.

They kissed very much with the unrestrained passion as they had done when they were teenagers, penetrating each others mouth with their tongues. She started unbuttoning his shirt, and she kissed him on the neck moving lower as she undid successive buttons. Her tongue searching and licking his nipples She pursed her lips around one and sucked hard. It felt good. Tony put his hand inside her blouse and cupped Maria's breasts, playing with he nipples before bending forward and sucking on each one in turn.

Soon they were both fully undressed and their clothes were lying in a heap on the floor. She bent down to his cock, and fastened her lips around the head of his cock. Something they had never done as a teenager. Tony couldn't quite believe what was happening. Maria had hated doing this when they were teenagers, and Tony presumed that she had found other lovers in his absence. He looked down at her dark hair, as her head bobbed up and down. She stopped and looked up at him with a beautiful smile on her face, and without speaking stood up and took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
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In the bedroom, they lay on the bed and she took his cock in her mouth once again. She caressed his scrotum and teased his rectum with her finger- tips. The pleasure she was providing was intense. She made him come so hard Tony thought his head would burst. He could not restrain himself and he came in her mouth without thinking. He thought he would never stop coming. When Tony did she looked up at him with a smile and said.
"Welcome home my darling Tony"
She snuggled up next to him and said, "Tony I want you to make love to me now just like we used to do. I have missed you so much.“

Tony kissed her long and passionately, and rolled her onto her back, as he mounted her his cock now hard again thrust into her waiting pussy. They settled into a rhythm and their combined lust took charge as Maria clung on to him tightly. Her eyes were closed. Her hips gyrated up and down against his.. After only a few minutes of this she arched her back, raising herself off the bed and she came with a long drawn out moan.

After a short rest and she lay with her head on his shoulder like they had used to as teenagers They were soon both ready again. She propped herself on her knees and elbows and they fucked doggie-style. While plunging into her from behind Tony came again, and so did she. Tony rested on his back for a while and his cock now soft had slid out of her.
They ate a light lunch and talked about the old days. Then they were kissing again, and she was fondling his hardening cock. As once again passion took control of them.. It was late afternoon when Tony left to go home.

When Tony left he put his arm round her and gave her a big kiss, and a hug. Tony felt a bit guilty about the fact that he had never thought to keep in touch with her. He was still very fond of her.
Before parting she whispered. "Darling its lovely to have you back, and soon we must start thinking about the wedding."
Tony did not have the nerve to say anything in response, and he walked home in a state of shock. He could see how she had come to the conclusion that Tony still wanted to marry her. But how was he going to let her down gently?

Next Chapter 2

Chapter 2
Tony Meets Angie

When Tony got walked into the kitchen. Tony found that Henry Drakes wife Angie was sitting in the kitchen talking to Jean. Tony told her about the incident that morning, and asked Angie how he had got hold of the gun.

She told him, that her husband had broken into a bedroom; that had been left locked, by using some sort of skeleton key he had got hold of. The room had been kept locked, because it contained items of sentimental value, furniture and documents which were private, and other items such as the gun which was locked in a fire arms cabinet. The gun was never intended to be used again, but had been the property of his father. Tony had kept it for sentimental reasons.

The gun had been declared unserviceable and unsafe by the local gunsmith before they had locked it away. But Lieutenant Henry Drake had ignored the warning label, and taken to using it a couple of times to amuse himself.

Tony was quite bitter. “Your husband is a fool, he could have killed himself.” Angie looked at Tony and said with a hint of bitterness. “ Pity he didn’t!.”

Jean and Tony exchanged glances and there was an ominous silence, and then Angie burst into tears. In the kitchen, after Angie had left, Jean suggested that they invite Angie over to join them for Christmas, but Tony demurred, and said that he was not prepared to put up with her husband, but Jean told him that apparently he was expecting to be on duty over Christmas and Angie would be on her own. So Tony agreed.

The next day Tony had decided that he needed to get out and meet many of his old friends. The local pub was the best place to start, but he was a little nervous about going to the pub, but he knew he would have to face the locals sooner or later. He was not sure how people would react to him. He eventually resolved that he should go late that evening, and have a pint at his usual local. He went about an hour before closing time to the ‘Black Swan’ fondly referred to by the locals as the ‘Dirty Duck‘ which was the only pub in the village. He knew the pub was managed by two old school friends of his Jack and Chrissie. Like many country pubs it had an orchard at the back, with a good selection of apple tress and the landlord usually kept a couple of pigs and some chicken

Taking a minute to gather his courage outside, he pushed the door open. Suddenly the chatter ceased, everyone had gradually gone silent, as they turned to look at him. Tony walked up to the bar, and the barman his old friend Jack Morgan who had been the landlord and Licensee since his father had passed away, rushed across with his hand held out. "Welcome back Tony - the first one is on me." As the landlord pulled Tony a pint of mild, most of the other customers started clapping. The landlords wife Chrissie came from behind the bar and put her arms round his neck and hugged him and whispered in his ear “Welcome home hero, we all knew that you were no bloody traitor.”

After being bombarded with free drinks and questions Tony in the end asked Jack to ring the bell, and call for silence and Tony said. "My friends, I know you have heard some bad things about me over the past few months. But as you can see - I am back and free, and the Lords of the Admiralty have seen fit to promote me. I have just been informed that I am to be decorated by His Majesty the King although I have no details as yet. Now that is all I can really say at the present time except that I went on a mission, which was very, very important to the war effort. You are all intelligent enough to put your own interpretation on what I have told you. One day, I will be able to tell you the whole truth about my visit to Germany, and my mission, it is a very interesting story. But meanwhile Christmas is nearly here, and at least we have something to celebrate now the war is gradually turning in our favour"

Just as Tony had finished speaking, and had taken the first pull at his beer, the door flew open, the blackout curtain was pushed aside and drunken Lieutenant Henry Drake staggered into the pub. This time he was wearing uniform, although it was buttoned up incorrectly his cap was all awry and he had two companions with him, both RNVR lieutenants. They were all the worse for drink. Tony assumed that they must have been drinking in town, and just come in on the local bus service

Henry Drake saw Tony at the bar, and he turned and had a whisper and a giggle with his two colleagues. Then walking up to him he snapped to attention and did the Nazi salute and said. "Guten Abend mein Herr."

He bent over laughing hilariously, with his elbows resting on the bar. The other two were looking at Tony nervously, the pub had gone quiet and they did not see Jack swing a bottle over on Henry Drakes head. He collapsed on to the floor, while the rest of the patrons gave a round of applause.
The one officer turned round and said. "What happened?"
"He somehow banged his head on my bottle" Jack the barman said.
The officer sprang at Jack and pulled his fist back. "Why you bastard."
Tony managed to catch his fist.
"Pick him up and get outside all three of you."
Turning to Jack. Tony asked. "Is Fred Dawes still the local copper?"
"Yes Tony"
"Call him then please."
When the police arrived. Tony asked that he put the three of them in the cells for the night.
They were taken away with the help of a few of the locals in the pub; Tony finished his beer quickly and said "Goodnight."
Tony called in to see Henry Drakes wife Angie on the way home, to explain what had happened.
She answered the door still fully dressed.
She invited Tony in, and he told her the sequence of events that led to their incarceration for the night.
She seemed very relieved, but then she broke down into tears. It took him some time to appreciate, that it was tears of relief. She had been dreading the thought of the three of them coming back drunk. She then went on to explain briefly how she became married to Henry Drake.
She said "Tony I think I should tell you my story. I was stationed at RNB Portsmouth, when I went out on a few dates with Henry. The first two three times he was very polite, and the perfect gentleman. Then he wanted sex, and I refused. Then in his rage he raped me, in an alleyway. I screamed for help, but no-one heard me. I was a virgin, and he was very rough. The long and the short of it was that he made me pregnant. The two sets of parents got together, and they had a very acrimonious meeting but both agreed that we marry for the sake of the baby.”

I lost the baby three months ago it was stillborn. Now I have had enough of him. I am going to leave him."
Tony was quite incensed at what he had heard.
"Angie I would recommend that you do... I am sure that both Jean and I will help you in any way they can."
"But where do I go, and what do I do."
Tony said. "Well you have a home here for the time being. The navy will insist that Henry supports you financially until the divorce.
Meanwhile, why don't you consider rejoining the WRENS. I think from what you say that your heart is still there?

Angie soon looked a lot happier, as he was leaving she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him quite passionately. “Thank you so much Tony.” Before he left, he ensured that she locked all the doors behind him. Tony was home much later than he had expected and Jean had been a little worried.

The next morning Tony telephoned Captain Submarines at HMS Dolphin and put him in the picture about the behaviour of the drunken officers. He sympathised with Tony. "I would consider sending them back to RNB normally, but we are so short of qualified navigators that we are scraping the barrel. However, would you please get them released, and order them back to barracks immediately, to report directly to me personally on their arrival."

Tony had them released, and told them that they were to report to Captain Submarines personally immediately on their arrival at Dolphin. Tony also told them.
"I am not your commanding officer, and I hope I never am. But Captain Submarines at HMS Dolphin now has your conduct and your future under close review."
The two friends of Henry Drake very shaken and with obvious hangovers apologized for their conduct, but Henry Drake stood in utter silence making no comment at all while they did so.
Tony saw Angie later, and she told him that she had dumped all their kit outside the door, and she had told her husband through the bedroom window not to come back ever again, and that she was definitely suing for a divorce. She seemed a lot happier now she had made the decision, and Tony told her to keep in touch. Jean had two men working daily from the farm, looking after the beef stock and the chickens, so Tony asked them to keep an eye on her, and let him, or the police know if she was having any problems. However, he did resolve to call and see her every day.

Over the next few days Tony and Angie became quite good friends, and he ensured that all the locks on the outer doors were locked and new bolts fitted

On Christmas eve Angie joined them, and they all went to the midnight Christmas service in the local village church. Tony was made very welcome, by all the people who knew him.

On Christmas day. The weather was cold with a hard frost during the previous night, but as the cows needed milking twice, and all the livestock had to be fed and watered, as well as the five cart horses needed for the farm work which were turned out for a couple of hours in the yard while their stalls were cleaned out, they all needed some exercise daily, but with everyone helping, all the essential work except milking, had been finished by early afternoon.

Afternoon milking was brought forward a little and everyone settled down to a late Lunch/Dinner in the late afternoon just in time to hear the Kings broadcast on the Radio.. Tony’s two security men on duty were invited in for dinner, and the evening for a few drinks.

The house was decorated with lots of Holly and Mistletoe. The Mistletoe was plentiful in the orchard and there were a number of Holly bushes and Christmas Trees in the wooded area, and a lot had been harvested and sent to the local markets before Christmas .

In the evening all the employees were invited to come for a party and the local girls kept Tony and the other young men home on leave from the forces busy under the Mistletoe. Presents had been handed round from under the Christmas tree, and everyone went to bed happy that Christmas had been uneventful for them.

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The New Year came and went with a few air raid warnings, and a heavy fall of snow, which the local children enjoyed for two days before the thaw set in. Despite the war and rationing most people managed to enjoy the festivities.

New Year celebrations were muted with no firework displays, except for an air raid warning and plenty of searchlights over the Bath and Bristol area. But for Tony life on the farm became a little boring. He found it hard to relax, and his mind kept switching back to his late wife Anne-Marie, and how she had been so ruthlessly assassinated, and how she would have enjoyed Christmas at the farm.

Although initially it had been a marriage of convenience to give them cover for the operation, and their first meeting had not gone well, they had fallen deeply in love. He knew in his heart that if he ever had a chance to meet the Nazi who gave the order for her assassination, he knew that he could kill him and not have one seconds remorse.

Meanwhile back home Tony had become increasingly quite impressed by the competence of the two young land girls Rose and Betty. Rose had attracted his attention almost as soon as he had met her. She was extremely beautiful. She had long blonde hair and nice blue eyes. Her features were almost perfect, and she had a slim figure with breasts that seemed about right. She was an extrovert with the irrepressible cockney wit Betty on the other hand was also a blonde, but she was a sort of tall dizzy blonde, very sexy and with a much quieter personality than Rose.

He had found in the first few days of his leave, that it was hard for him to lay in bed mornings, and he was a naturally early riser. Most mornings Tony would get up at 05.30 and he enjoyed giving a hand with the early morning milking. The two girls worked well together, and they had soon formed a friendship. It was not long, before they all started playing little practical jokes on one another. But Jean for some reason did not like him getting too friendly with the girls. In fact Betty commented she seemed almost jealous.

However, one day when she was just expressing her feelings forcibly to Tony when without warning, they were invaded by the arrival of about twenty press men from National newspapers, all wanting an interview. Apparently they had been tipped off by a series anonymous phone calls on his whereabouts Tony told them. “If I told you what happened you would not be allowed to print it.” But he did tell them in general terms that the operation had been even more successful than they had ever anticipated in the beginning, although he knew in his heart, as did the Admiralty it had been a total waste of time and lives.”

While he was speaking, he had noticed two men at the back of the crowd, something about them raised his suspicions, they did not look like press men, in fact they seemed to show a total lack on interest in what he was saying. But Tony was not alone in his suspicions, as he noticed that one of the security police was standing at the back of the crowd watching these two men carefully. Tony stopped the questioning, and looking towards them asked “Excuse me what publication do you two represent?“ The men did not answer but turned and walked away very quickly.

One press man said when asked . They told me that they were here from the Ministry” and Tony saw one of the two security men that were on duty, follow them from the yard.

After a while, the Press people quickly dispersed, and Tony turned to Rose who had been watching the proceedings with interest. Despite the press arriving he was a bit troubled over Jeans comments, so Tony suggested to Rose that perhaps they ought to be less intimate when Jean was around.
"Wow. "Rose said. I must have missed that. When were we last intimate, and did I enjoy it?"
Tony laughed at the way she had deliberately taken his words out of context. But he was sure that she had got the message.

"Perhaps Tony dear.” she said irrepressibly as she hooked her arm in his as they crossed the farm yard to the milking parlour. “Perhaps we could do it again sometime boss. Next time I promise to remember?" She said as she brushed past him, with part of her hand, she playfully brushing her hand against his groin.

That very evening Tony went to the pub, as was his now daily habit, and as Tony was talking to Jack the Landlord. Jack was just beginning to tell him, that there were two strangers asking about him the previous evening just after he had left. From Jacks description they sounded very much like the two strangers who had been at the press conference that morning. Jack said “One sounded as though he could be Southern Irish by his accent.” Just as they were debating the subject of his security, Rose walked in. Tony’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. She was dressed in a longish black skirt almost reaching her ankles. She had a wide black fashion belt her shoes were about three inch high heels, which showed off her silk stockinged calves to great advantage. Her white low neck blouse showed her breasts, and figure to perfection. Her long blonde hair was tied behind in a bow with a black velvet bow tie, and her make-up was applied with great care. She had a long fur coat over her shoulders which she shrugged off and hung up on a peg near the door.
She then walked up to Tony as he stood at the bar. "Good evening boss."
"Hi Rose - you look absolutely lovely." Tony told her.
"Thank you boss. Will you buy this lovely lady a drink then please?"

All evening, she stayed with him gently flirting, assisted by Jacks wife Chrissie an ex girlfriend of Tony’s, who joined in the laughs and was almost as bad as Rose. Rose’s dry cockney humour had them all in stitches. Even the arrival of the local ARP warden telling them that the sirens had just gone, did nothing to suppress her wit and the mood of the party.

On a slow walk back to the farm at closing time, she had possessively hooked her arm in his. Arriving back at the farm, he saw that the house was blacked out because of possible air raids, and all seemed very quiet. The searchlights had all disappeared, and the all clear had sounded while they were walking back home.

They stopped to talk by the stables barn, where Rose had her little apartment . Thanks for lovely evening boss; it only wants one thing to make it perfect.
"What's that? Tony asked.
She put her arms up round his neck and Rose standing on tip toe kissed him. Then she said. "Boss dear, you said that we had been intimate before, but I don't remember, and it is driving me mad. I think you must show me what I have missed.
"Are you really sure?" Tony asked.
She brushed his groin with her hand again, his cock was already erect. I think I am about as sure as you are darling man." Once again Tony had the benefit of her arms round his neck and another long passionate kiss.
She then caught hold of his hand and pulled him towards the stairs and her bedroom.
“Now with the door locked she said “You must earn your release darling, and if you do well, then I will let you help me with the milking in the morning.” "
"What if I do not do well?" Tony asked in a whisper.
"I was afraid you might ask that."
"Well I just might just chain you to the bed and come back after milking is over to give you more practice."
"What an incentive." Tony muttered as he took her in his arms.
They undressed quietly not to wake Betty in the next room.

They were soon in her bed. Her lithe young body in his arms. Kissing him passionately. Her groin rubbing avidly against his hardness, until she reached down and took his cock in her hands. She murmured, as she took his cock into her warm wet mouth, and started to work magic with her lips and tongue. Tony’s hands went to her head holding her in position, as his body responded to this lovely oral attack. He knew that he could not hold out against this type of provocation for long. Almost immediately he came to full hardness. Rose was obviously a very happy and very experienced girl. After a few minutes, she very professionally straddled him, and with the expertise born of practice, she guided his cock to the entrance of her love tunnel, settling down on to him gradually. Tony could feel his cock being embraced in her warm wet pussy.

Her pussy muscles were already working on his cock , as she started to move slowly up and down on him. First, gripping and relaxing, and then bringing him to the point where he almost came in seconds, but then she slowed down, as she leaned over on to him forcing a nipple into his mouth. "Tony suck me please" She murmured. Tony was only too glad to oblige as he strained to suppress the first stirrings in his groin.

Then her lips pressed down on to his for a long passionate kiss As she then she again sat upright, and leaned back slightly with her hands on the bed, bringing a whole myriad of new sensations to their love making. The new sensations were fantastic for both of them, and Tony knew from her reaction that her first orgasms were beginning. It was only seconds later that she moaned out loud, as the first waves of pleasure started a whole series of orgasmic spasms. In the next few hours, Tony found her capacity for sex almost matched his.

It was about 04.30 am when Tony awoke after about an hours sleep as Rose got up for early morning milking. "Stay there darling.” She whispered. ' “I’m not finished with you yet." Tony turned over, as always willing to obey orders - especially from a pretty girl. He was very tired after a hectic night of making love and for the first time since he had come home he missed milking.

Jean was very brusque with both him and Rose that morning at a late breakfast, and so Tony decided to get away from the frigid atmosphere of the farm house and go to see Angie. She seemed a little depressed. Angie made him a cup of coffee and they started talking. Then she said. "Last night someone was moving around in the farmyard quite late, but I looked out the window, and I could not see anything."

Tony could see she was worried, so he decided to have a look round the farm buildings. Everything seemed to be in order, until he visited what had used to be the stables. There were definite signs of someone sleeping on the hay there. When Tony went back to the house he told her ' I think it could be a tramp who was dossing down in the stables. I will sleep out there myself tonight."

"No you can't do that, you stay here with me. Tony, I don't want to be alone." She burst into tears, and without thinking; Tony put his arms round her. She turned her tear stained face up to him, and Tony found himself kissing her. Somehow that resulted in them moving to the bedroom. As they entered the bedroom, she turned to him, and said. "Tony please don't think I am taking advantage of you. I am getting a divorce as you know. But everything I know about you has made me want you. I really want you to make love to me and stay with me tonight."

"I like it." Tony said, kissing her gently. His hands running down her body as she snuggled up to him.
"Do you think I am a fast woman?
"No. It is obvious you are not happy, and I think you deserve better."
"I have never been with another man before - only Henry." Angie said.
She returned his kiss with passion and gave him a quick hug.
"You know Tony," she said, as she paused. "I could really fall for you in a big way."

Tony felt his cock harden as Angie held out her hands to him. She came into his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then she stood back and looked down at his erection. She gave a little moan of contentment as once again she slid into his arms, smothering his face with kisses. Her erect nipples pushed into his chest as they kissed, and then she said
"I think I have fallen in love with you" She whispered, as she led him towards the bed and pushed him down.

She stood there, looking down at his erect cock. Then she joined him on the bed, their bodies just touching. Her nipples poking into his chest like hard bullets. She wrapped her arms round his neck as he ran his hands slowly up and down the soft skin of her back. Then Tony pushed her away slightly, so that Tony he could suckle on her nipples. She moaned softly. The moan of a highly contented and happy woman.

She quite roughly pulled his head tight to her breast, obviously enjoying the sensations that were rippling through her body. She gently stroked his hair, running her fingers through it, time after time as Tony sucked harder. Tony reached down and ran his hands over her pubic hairs, carefully inserting his fingers between the wet lips of her sex. She pressed her hips hard against his stomach.

Tony could feel the moisture between her legs, as she rocked her hips.
His cock stiffened in anticipation as she pushed him back, and straddled his body. She gently brushed the mouth of her vagina against the tip of his penis, then gently guiding his cock to her vagina entrance she slowly let her body sink. Taking his cock gradually into the warm wet embrace of her love vibrating love tunnel.

Tony hugged her to him, as had taken nearly all his length inside her. They began to move their bodies in unison, in a steady synchronized movement. She pressed her body, as tightly as she could against him. As they moved Tony felt his orgasm stirring within him.
She rocked back and forth with increased urgency. Her eyes closed her head held back. Then flopping forward her tongue entwined with mine. She was like a demented soul as she forced her body on to him her hands tried to pull him even tighter against her body. Crushing her breasts against his chest. Her moans increased in volume as our tempo increased.
Then she broke the kiss with a loud moan and began grinding her hips against him with increasing passion. She shuddered and sighed, clamping down on him, her body tensing, as she climaxed. She held him tight as she flopped forward and kissed him on the mouth. A hard kiss full of unbridled passion.

After a while she leaned back, a very happy and contented look on her face. Her hands resting on his stomach. As her body still gave little twitches and she smiled a gentle satisfied smile. A look of something more than passion, more like love in her eyes. After a moment or so, she began a gentle movement pumping her body up and down again on his cock. He reached up to her fondling her breasts as the sensation of her engulfing vagina was overwhelming. They came again together in a long mind blowing climax.

They stayed locked together for a very long time. Her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes searching his face. Her climax had been something very special in its intensity;” Tony I have never experienced anything like that before." She said quietly, still holding onto his softening cock with her vagina muscles . Tony smiled back at her, feeling a bit disappointed as she got up off him. He was feeling a little guilty.

"I hope you don't mind what we did, after all you are still a married woman, and I have talked you into committing adultery."
She smiled at him, then reached over and kissed him.
"Nope, anyway Tony, I thought I had seduced you. I will expect much more from you tonight."

Next morning Tony awoke - Angie was still asleep, and he drew the curtains back. Suddenly he was faced with an ME 109 fighter hedgehopping, and being chased by two Spitfires. From where he was standing he could see the pilots face, and for just a brief moment their eyes met. He later learned that it had been shot down some twenty miles further on. A stiff reminder that the war could still find them in such a remote country village,

On the way home from Angie’s the next morning, Tony bumped into a very angry and tearful Maria. She was very angry and very abusive, as he had deliberately been keeping away from her. Tony told her, feeling very much a heel, that it was not possible for him to consider marriage while the war was still on.
"But you never come to see me. Why?" She protested angrily.
“I don’t want to lead you on Maria.”
But she was not at all mollified by his answer.
Tony felt very inadequate as he made the feeble excuse that he had been busy helping out on the farm,

"From what I hear you are too busy fucking very other girl in the village Tony Nash. You just used me, and you have no intention of marrying me at all - have you?"

“I am sorry Maria but I there is a lot of things I have to sort out before I can ever consider marriage with anyone, if at all.” He left her feeling very guilty, as he continued his walk home. He had to admit there was some truth in what she had said. Tony then happened to remember what Jack had been telling him the evening before about the two strangers in the pub who were asking questions about him. At the time Tony had been more interested in Rose, and getting her into bed than listening to Jack; but now it all came flooding back. To be on the safe side, Tony telephoned his security contact number, and told them what Jack had been trying to tell him.