Panzer IV F2 story

This story was sparked by my first War Thunder game with my Panzer IV F2 series and OH MY GOD did I want to fuck the shit out of her then! I had the best performance I had ever with that F2 and I’ve had many more with it after the initial game. Anyway in this little bit she’s called “2” because of her designation of F2. At the end I’ll show yall my stats. Enjoy this:

­­­­­­­­­­Panzer IV F2 story

Mez waited for the Panzer crew to leave the tank. He was recruited into the Wehrmacht as a rifleman, something he scornfully regretted later, and loved to work with the Panzers. He’d much rather man a Panzer than a rifle but knew both parties were equally important to the war. Once the last crewman was gone he ducked out from behind a truck and snuck past the Afrika Coprs Panzer IV’s side to check to make sure they left.

“Alright 2, they’re gone now. You can open up.” Mez turned to watch as the Panzer IV F2’s turret faceplate opened its loader and gunner viewport cover to open and reveal its vibrant blue eyes underneath on the glass optics.

“About time those jack asses left.” She said wiping dirt from under her gun mount where her mouth is, the tendril exiting from the driver’s hatch. She raised her long thick seventy-five millimeter gun up over the height of the truck to her left and turned her turret to her left flank. Mez met her there and kissed her large full lips passionately, remembering the reason she first kissed him. It was for saving her life, and then it sort of flip-flopped back and forth of who saved who until they spent enough time together to form a relationship together.

“It’s been a long day today.” He exulted as he climbed aboard her with her help.

“Certainly has been full, how many times did I save you today? I tallied six.” She announced proudly, there was nothing the two of them wouldn’t do to protect the other, they know that and formed a game off of it.

“I figured seven but whatever, it shot nine A-T’s dead today along your path.” She smiled as she adjusted her turret forward and her gun level again.

“I’ll allow you this only because I missed the last two with my H-E and I’ve won the past four times.” She patted him on the back. “So hotshot, I’m in your debt. What do you want this time?”

“Ooh, I’ll have to think on this.”

“Make it better than the last one. That was plain stupid.” He asked her to drag him behind her with towing cables and a tarp tied like a trebuchet harness with him in it for the march to the forward command point.

“It was not.” He thought and spoke the first thing on his mind. “I had a great view.”

“I bet you did.” She retorted caressing his inner thigh and smiling. He thought for a long while, what did he want? They’d been talking for a while but neither made a move on it. Now’s the time, then.

“I’ve got it…”

“Well what is it?”

“You know what it is… we’ve been talking for weeks.” A dirty smile unfolded across her turret.

“Alright then, what do you want first?” She was instantly ready for sex and had already started warming up her clit and pussy.

“Blow jobs, blow jobs first and maybe last.” He had started at his belt loop when she started at his top and boots to remove everything as fast as possible. He felt his blood fill his cock faster than ever before and even harder than ever before; possibly because it knew this time wasn’t a joke or a right hand, unless she had actual right hands.

“Then get your thick meat down here for me to eat, Mez!” She had him nude fast and put herself back at their kissing posture before she placed him on her track mud guard and got a good eyeful of what’s hers to eat. She subconsciously licked her lips and made sure they were moist before she wrapped around his waist and pulled him inside. His cock was being pressed against her moist and tender pursed lips until he slipped right into the best sensation his cocks ever had. Her tongue was awaiting his arrival and once it entered the mouth her tongue held it like a hot dog bun and started caressing him. She tasted his flesh and loved every inch of it and wondered what his innards tasted like, she found that she couldn’t hold up her eyelids at all so she let them fall shut to let her mouth give her all the pleasure she needs.

Mez is finding it harder and harder to hold his body up, 2’s dealings with his manhood are weakening his back and that’s being assisted by her arms wanting him to bend over her turret roof and relax. He tried as long as he could but she broke him down and she carried him to her roof where her whole body was warm and excited. He was moaning to her strokes and sucks and blows, she sucked him all the way to Cummings town where he lifted himself out in time for him to spray his cream over her face plate on the left side of her gun with her wide mouth trying to catch as much as she can in it. The majority of his headshot was on her faceplate where her tongue couldn’t reach, but he placed his cock in her mouth again so she could lick and suck the rest out of his dick. When she drained him he pulled out and hopped off to the floor.

“Now time for the good part!” She pulled him around to her ass and sent him under her hull to the middle of her belly where he laid his ass in the puddle of silver liquid waiting for the moment, anticipating how hot and wet she’ll be based on the drips falling upon his groin.

“Ready, dear?” He asked patiently.

“Go for it!” He braced his legs between her hull and the floor and plunged his cock into her deep hot abyss. Immediately both of them let out a deep moan of satisfaction as her engine roared in response to his entrance, she wrapped around his waist and held him deep inside her. The cool desert air made her immense body heat more welcoming and desirable to Mez, and Mez felt warm to 2, she hugged around his back and head and pulled him into her belly to embrace him. They sat locked together for a few minutes, calming down from the rush of adrenaline, before he pulled out and shoved himself back in. Every draw 2 moaned and lowered her engine RPM, every push she grunted and raised her engine RPM, vibrating his cock buried inside her soothing wet pussy. She leaked her fluids heavily out onto him and the soft sand to cool her active pussy and built up quite the reserve in the scorching day heat.

“Oh Mez! Mez make me cum! That’s the spot there Mez!” He was wriggling around for something better and he must have hit her Gspot because her engine roared and her pussy poured out more along with her moans.

“Oh 2 baby, I’ll make you spray all over the damn desert until it’s silver!” He picked up pace and pounded her with her cries as his motive. Her pussy became slicker and slicker, in between her moaning he could hear slapping of him pulverizing her cunt and the engine in its highest gear. “THIS! IS! THE BEST SEX!”

“I’ll make it even better baby!” She rocketed her cervix down on him and his thrust tore right through its barrier. “OH GOD YES! YES BABY YES YES! FUCK ME! FUCK! ME! MEZ! OH GOD I LOVE YOU MEZ!” He thanked God silently that they were so, so far from the camp. He felt her pussy begin clamping down on him and her moans and engine were growing louder and louder. Finally he couldn’t pull out it was so tight and she shrieked as her steaming hot cum streaked out of her pussy, she locked his hips and body against her hull.

“Baby I can’t pull out.” He said exhausted.

“I don’t want you too. Cum. Cum deep inside me, baby. Mez, I want your child.” He thought as she tenderly caressed his cock in her cervix, he wanted to give her the best miracle a couple could have but was compounded by her teasing and pleas to do it. He thought long and hard and in the end he accepted her request.

“I’m close 2! Make me cum!” She gladly rode him for a time longer than they expected until his trembling cock gave and shot hot white cream up into her cervix. She held him in as she felt and studied the tingling feeling slowly inch deeper inside her, climbing up higher and higher until she felt a intense wave of heat and pleasure in what seemed to be her core. It was done.

“It’s done Mez, we’re parents. How’s it feel honey?” He was quiet for a moment to think.

“I don’t know, I’m feeling the same. It’ll hit me I’m sure, how do you feel baby?”

“Great! Like a mother already!”

“Well then momma, could you pass me my clothes?” He tidied up and cuddled up with her for the night, uncaring if anybody was looking for him.

“Mez honey, I don’t think that really counted, either.”

“If you say so, dear.”

“So a real one now, what’s on your mind?” He thought and wondered, and then he decided on her coming out tomorrow and telling the commander about their expectancy. Once they get that done they are allowed select freedoms under the truce that the process will be monitored by scientists. The truce included about a month more of service before she’d be pulled to stay on base while Mez would be checked regularly for any abnormalities and science stuff neither understood. The months went by and before they knew it 2 gave birth to a baby boy tank. The pact meant the baby would not be harmed but would be measured, observed, and such for its first day of life. This caused 2 much worry and anxiety, but on the second morning she was presented her child.

He was steel gray with a gleam, he had no muzzle break, tools, rubber on his road wheels and no tracks, and nonetheless he was a beautiful marvel in his parents’ eyes. They named him Geoff, and we’re proud of him and all he did.

Not long after his birth the Allies were close by, they were told that they would be pulled out of Africa the next week, but that day did not come. One morning Mez, 2, and a Tiger that recently arrived that was creatively named Tiger woke up to no Germans around and American dust tails headed their way. Their morale dropped like swimming rocks. Mez found a note near Geoff’s play area with the reason why they left.

We regret to inform you that your service terms have been suddenly terminated. Due to the rapid loss in ground in Africa negotiations have been conducted for your well-being and safety. Do not fire upon the allies or you will be dealt with as combatants. We simply did not want to risk your persons and child on the ocean to be subject to air or submarine attacks. We truly hate to leave you here but the risk is too high for the profit. Keep Geoff going strong for us. We will be back.

With that it was signed with all the members of the company and left for them. They lined up side by side, Geoff on 2’a hull hood and Mez sitting next to him playing flash cards with his son. Tiger was watching them play and hoping she might have a chance that she might not turn up scrap for the weak Sherman tank.

The group ignored the Americans as they surrounded them, stormed the empty camp for any mines, booby traps, Intel, anything. Mez and Geoff calmly played flash cards while 2 cleaned some sand and dirt off her baby and Tiger watched and daydreamed. A translator and officer approached so Mez wrapped up the cards and moved to meet them while 2 started feeding Geoff her fuel milk, Tiger looked around at their new keepers with remorse. They talked about terms of study, requested a study of 2’s childbirth but of a different method, possibilities of retirement and such including a home for him, 2, Geoff and their next child. When that wrapped up two Sherman’s moved from behind with a little baby Sherman the same size as Geoff. He’d finished up and rushed over to the little tank and playfully rammed her front and gestured off to the dunes like he wanted to race. 2 yelled to him and he looked to the parents and the little tank and said his name. The mom of the little Sherman lowered her suspension and whispered to the child. It raised itself and looked at Geoff that gave a friendly smile and softly spoke.

“S-S-SSS-Cindy.” She perked up and bloomed from her cocoon, they raced over the dunes and played tag, hide ‘n seek, and many other games.

“Well 2, looks like Geoff’s made a friend.”

“He has. Look at him go! He’s so fast!”

“We were promised peace under the condition we are studied.”

“Studied on what?”

“What do you say to another?” He looked to her; she smiled and brought him close to her.

“As long as it’s with you, daddy.”

Fin

Babies from a tank mother learn their language through their mothers while they are developing in her womb. It’s much like uploading a file or set of files from the computer to a flash drive. They learn a lot but they need to exercise the knowledge to fully gain it and use it. So to say it’s installed into their minds but it hasn’t been updated or run yet, and no, the wisdom category of things learned through events and not repetition are not passed on to the offspring. They’ll run into the same damn mud just like mama did.

So I got 9 kills with my F2 alone, held off multiple enemies coming at me at once, recaptured the base, and from a Panzer III J1 artillery strike was my F2 and I ended… but we set his ass on fire and laughed as he burned to death after we died. I really do love this tank in WT. It really is my best.