The Erotic Adventures of American Glory Book One

An excerpt from
The Erotic Adventures of American Glory
Book One
“The Quest Begins”

Prologue

January 1942

Glory Mounds is a young American woman suddenly embroiled in World War II Europe. She is twenty-four years old, and absolutely stunning! Standing 5’9” tall, she is athletic, yet voluptuous at the same time. Her lush golden hair hangs to the middle of her back, and her brilliant blue eyes are mesmerizing. She’s large breasted, has a narrow waist, and has long, gorgeous legs. Matching her good looks though, is her intelligence. She graduated near the top of her class from the University of Houston, and she is employed as a translator and personal assistant to an international businessman. Having accompanied her boss, Jonathon Moore to Switzerland on a business trip, they are trapped in hostile territory after the Japanese attack Pearl Harbor. Moore is very wealthy, and well known throughout Europe, and is quickly targeted by the Gestapo. German agents kidnap the two Americans, and Glory is lucky to escape with her life. While common sense would dictate that she go into hiding, Glory is made of sterner stuff! She soon formulates a plan to rescue her beloved employer, and enlists the aid of a nineteen year old bell-boy, named Henri. Book one details her tribulations as she hunts for her boss across Europe. Along the way, she is recruited into the newly formed OSS, and undergoes some very specialized training...

Chapter Forty Three

Glory spent the next two weeks hiding out in Louis’s house. The Gestapo had been stirred up like a hornet’s nest, and they were cracking down everywhere. Without having proper papers, Glory didn’t dare venture outside. She didn’t really mind being cooped up though, since she, Marie and Brian continued their menage a tois, on almost a daily basis, and Estelle often joined in as well. Her arm was healing quickly, and she proved to be an ardent lover.

Two and a half weeks after the raid on the Gestapo jail, Brian had slipped out and gone to his radio location and spoken with his controllers in London. Glory had finally agreed to work with the OSS, and he had the London office working on her forged identity papers. She had also asked for help in searching for her boss in Berlin. It took several days, but OSS headquarters in Washington had finally given their approval. When Brian gave her the good news, she hugged his neck, then kissed him on the mouth. “Oh, Brian, this is wonderful,” she said, then added, “When can I get started?”
“Well, Glory, first, we need to get your identification papers. They should be here by this weekend. Then, I want to give you some training in a number of areas. Royden has agreed to loan us Gaspard, to teach you some more skills in hand to hand combat. I know you are very good with your fists, but there are many other things you need to learn. There is a secluded farmhouse, about fifty miles south of here, where we will spend the next few weeks. Then, when I am convinced that you are ready, we will help you search for your boss.”

Glory agreed to the stipulations, and that Saturday, her new identity papers were picked up at an airdrop zone. She Brian, and Gaspard, were all there, and after retrieving the package, they headed south through dense forests. It took them nearly three days to reach the farmhouse, and they were greeted by Orva Pomeroy; who was a tiny, bespectacled woman, of indeterminable age. Her hair was salt and pepper, and her skin was tanned a deep brown and completely covered with wrinkles. It looked to Glory like she only had maybe, half a dozen teeth, and they were stained brown from years of chewing tobacco. Her eyes were lively though, and she moved with a vigor that surprised them all. 

“Come in, come in,” she said warmly, and ushered them into a long, low ceilinged room, which had dark wooden support beams running across it. Gaspard literally had to duck as he moved through the room, since his six foot five inch body was several inches taller than the ceiling. A warm fire drew them all to it, and they sat gratefully, as Mademoiselle Pomeroy went to prepare them some food. 
While they relaxed, Gaspard explained in a low voice to Brian and Glory about their host. “She had lost her husband in the Great War, killed in the trenches by the Germans. Then, two years ago, all three of her sons and two grandsons were killed when the Nazis invaded. She not only hates the Germans, but she is absolutely trustworthy, and will do anything she can to help us.”

After eating and visiting for awhile with Mademoiselle Pomeroy, the three travelers were shown to three different rooms in the rambling old house. Glory didn’t mind at all. She was tired from the three-day trek through the woods and she just wanted to get some sleep. Besides, Brian said that tomorrow morning; she would start her physical training with Gaspard.

True to his word, Brian woke Glory at six the next morning, and after eating breakfast, she began her OSS training. The temperature was a balmy forty-five degrees, and the sky was a brilliant blue, as she began running around the perimeter of the farm. Gaspard had instructed her to run the distance twice, and then meet him in the barn. As she was running, she saw Brian leaving on horseback. He waved to her, and then disappeared into the treeline. He had told her earlier, that he was going to see another contact today, and would be back by tomorrow night. 

When Glory finally entered the barn, she saw that Gaspard had spread a thick layer of straw, about twenty feet by twenty feet, in the center of the floor. He stood there, dressed in a pair of dark gray cotton shorts and a white tee shirt. His legs and feet were bare, and he motioned her closer. “Take off your jacket and boots,” he said. Glory nodded and pulled off her jacket and hung it over the slats of one of the stalls. Then, she took off her boots and socks. Wearing a man’s sweatshirt and cotton pants, she met him in the middle of the straw. Gaspard said, “I saw how good you are with your fists, but how are you in wrestling?”

“Let’s find out,” she said with a smile on her face. Bending slightly at the knees, she put her hands up, then began to warily circle the big man. He mimicked her stance and moved towards her. When one of his hands tried to grab her, Glory gripped his wrist and pulled, while hitting him in the side of his knee with her foot. 

Gaspard grunted in surprise, as he hit the straw. “Not bad,” he said laughingly, but then he suddenly swept out with one of his long legs, and took Glory off of her feet. Landing on her back, she was amazed at how fast Gaspard could move, when he landed on top of her. Before he could pin her down though, she grabbed a handful of his hair in one hand, and gripped his chin in the other. Then, twisting his head as she bucked, she neatly flipped him onto his back.

Quickly scrambling on top of him, she fought to pin his arms down, but he was simply too strong for her. As she tried in vain to hold onto his wrists, he twisted her off balance and rolled on top again. Back and forth they battled, each trying to get the upper hand, and finally, they exhausted themselves, and just lay there in each other’s arms. Their hearts were racing and sweat poured off of them, despite the cool temperature in the barn. 

Their final position was with Glory on lying on her back, with her legs wrapped around him, and Gaspard trying to pin her down with his body weight. As they lay there resting, Glory became aware of his erection pressing against her crotch. Smiling up at him, she teased, “Are you carrying a weapon, Gaspard, or are you just happy to see me?”

He grinned down at her and then relaxed his hold on her. She then pushed him off of her and onto his back. Looking down at his crotch, she saw the outline of an absolutely enormous cock straining against the material of his shorts! Caressing the huge bulge in his shorts with her hand, she then leaned over and pressed her lips to his. His mustache tickled her nose, as he hungrily returned her kiss, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Then, his huge right hand moved up and gently massaged her left breast, causing her to press even harder against him. His passionate kisses caused her nipples to swell painfully, and her pussy began secreting a warm, slick lubricant, making her squirm in his embrace.

With her passion suddenly boiling over, Glory sat up on her knees and pulled her sweatshirt off, then quickly removed her brassiere, exposing her wonderful bosom to the grinning giant. He then sat up and pulled her close, burying his face between her breasts. She had worked up a sweat during their wrestling match, and he breathed deep, savoring her musky aroma. Then, as his mouth moved from one delicious mound to the other, he nibbled on her erect nipples, making her squeal in pleasure. His hot mouth drove her crazy, and she could feel her pussy aching with desire, as she cradled his head in her arms.

Finally, she pulled away from his eager mouth and stood up. Unfastening her pants, she hurriedly stepped out of them, and then pushed her panties down and off as well. Gaspard looked up at the beautiful American with something akin to awe. He had never seen any woman, so incredibly perfect! Her face was stunning, and her body well proportioned, if she was slightly top heavy. Her large breasts were perfectly matched though, and beautifully sculpted, and despite their size, they jutted proudly out with almost no hint of sagging. She had thick, pink nipples, which begged to be sucked on, and her stomach was flat and well muscled. Her waist was small, and her hips flared out to form her delightful rear end, and then tapered down to her long, muscular legs. Staring at the triangle of silky blonde hair between her legs, he could easily see the puffy folds of her labial lips. And perhaps best of all, the delightful tip of pink skin protruding between them, marked her engorged clitoris. He grinned at the impression that her pussy was playfully sticking its tongue out at him!

Glory looked down at the handsome Frenchman and gave him another dazzling smile, before squatting down and taking hold of his shorts. The waistband was elastic, so all she had to do was tug them down his long legs. She had grabbed the waistband of his under shorts as well, so he was quickly exposed to her eager gaze. He raised his hips so she could strip off his shorts, and as she tossed them aside, he pulled off his tee shirt. He then lay back on the straw, completely naked for her to enjoy.

Glory was equally impressed with his body. Aside from being very tall, he was very well built! His chest and shoulders were massive, bordering on Herculean proportions. He had a hard, rippled stomach, and his legs and arms were heavily muscled as well. What caught most of her attention at the moment however, was his unbelievably large cock! It was the largest penis that she had ever seen, and she let out a low, incredulous gasp as she stared at him. The shaft must have been close to eleven or twelve inches in length, and the engorged head was about the size and color of a large plum! His cock was very big around too; she guessed he was somewhere between six or seven inches in circumference, with large, dark colored veins running up and down it. His scrotum was full and very hairy, and would have easily filled one of her hands. She didn’t know if she could handle a cock that size, but the more she looked at it, the more she wanted to try!

After gawking at him for several moments, Glory slowly sank to her knees beside him and then she wrapped both of her hands around his mammoth shaft. He was as hard as iron, and hot to the touch, and she grinned in anticipation, as she pushed his foreskin back to reveal his sharply sculpted head. Her hands moved up and down his shaft, teasing him, and she was rewarded by his ecstatic groans. Then, lowering her face to him, she opened her mouth wide, and took him inside. Gaspard moaned in pleasure, as her warm mouth engulfed the end of his penis, and her hands continued sliding up and down his length. As she worked on his cock, he reached out and stroked her beautiful bottom, and teased her damp crotch with his fingertips. 

It was only a matter of moments, before Gaspard let out a tortured yell, as his cum exploded into Glory’s mouth. Try as she might though, she simply couldn’t manage to swallow all of it! The hot, salty fluid spilled out of the corners of her mouth, as she continued to milk his orgasm. When he finally stopped ejaculating, she lifted her face and wiped her mouth, before swinging her leg across his body. Her pussy was already very wet, but she had to really work to get his huge member inside of her! Going down on his shaft a little at a time, she was soon filled to capacity, with his monstrous member. Looking down, she saw that she was several inches from his base, but this was all she could manage to hold! Never had she felt so incredibly full, and the sensation was wonderful, even if it did hurt somewhat. Sitting still for a moment to acclimate herself to his extreme size, she then began slowly rotating her hips. Gaspard moaned out in unison with her, as his hands fondled her gently swaying breasts. He massaged their wonderful firmness, and pinched her nipples, as he felt himself building to another climax.

Glory increased her tempo, bit by bit, until she was moving rapidly on his huge meat. Suddenly, she screamed out in abandon, as her orgasm released, and then she felt Gaspard buck under her, thrusting painfully into her tender center core! A mixture of pleasure and pain caused her to cry, as she rode him for several long, glorious minutes. Finally, they slowed to a stop, and she winced in pain, as she pulled herself gingerly from his massive penis. She then lay down beside him and rested in his arms, as she gasped, “That was wonderful, darling, but that would certainly take some getting used to!”

Then, after resting for awhile, Gaspard moved between her legs, and gently holding her thighs in his huge hands, he lowered his face to her drenched pussy. His tongue proved to be as long as the rest of him; and as Glory lay back and enjoyed his ministrations, she thought about her future. She still desperately wanted to find and rescue her boss, and there were a number of the Gestapo agents that she wanted revenge on, and soon she would get her chance. Life as an OSS agent, certainly had its advantages, she thought, as she felt her next climax approaching. She was already planning her search for Moore, when she suddenly cried out, as another powerful orgasm, pounded through her body.

To be continued…