2 comments/ 31382 views/ 2 favorites Welcome Home Sir By: Dawn_of_Destiny You come home from work and find me waiting for you. I am wearing a French maid uniform with white thigh highs and black stiletto heels. I lead you to the bathroom where a robe and toiletries are ready for you. Relaxing music is playing. "We have about half an hour until dinner is ready, Sir." You take a long hot shower after your night at work and find your favorite shampoos and soaps waiting for you. You find me in the kitchen preparing dinner. I turn and smile, "We have a few minutes until dinner if you would like to watch TV. I made you a rum and coke. It is in by the couch." You smile and lean down to kiss the back of my neck, knowing that it makes my pussy instantly wet. "What are we having, hun?" "Grilled steaks, with sautéed mushrooms and onions. Twice baked potatoes and a Mediterranean salad. For dessert strawberry short cake." I feel your hands brushing up my legs, pulling my skirt up to reveal my black lace boy shorts. I lean back into you and you pull my hair to turn my head, kissing me hard; your tongue chasing mine. I break away from you. "Sir, if you keep distracting me dinner will be ruined. Please have a drink and relax." I smile at you. You leave me in the kitchen and find a tv tray in the living room with the remote and a drink sitting by your favorite chair. A few minutes later I bring in our dinner. We eat and discuss our day while you search the TV for some entertainment. After we have eaten, I take your dishes, "Sir, if you go lay on the bed it is time for your massage." You look at me as though you are going to argue, but I am off to the kitchen putting the dishes in the washer and cleaning the kitchen. You walk to the bedroom to find candles lit, fresh sheets on the bed, music playing and oil sitting by the bed. You lie down on your back and start to drift with the music. I come into the room and start with a light massage of your head and face, working down to your arms, and then your legs. I use long slow strokes to relax your body. Then I sit at the end of the bed and use a vanilla lotion to massage your feet. "Have you ever had your feet rubbed babe?" I ask you softly. But you can only moan. I help you roll over on to your stomach and work the back of your legs and your back, making sure to stretch out your lower back and sciatic area, running my fingernails lightly across your back. As I finish your massage I lean down and whisper in your ear "Anything else you want, Sir?" You moan 'yes', and before I can react you grab me and pull me down under you, pinning me to the bed. You kiss me and run your hands down my body feeling the satin of the maid outfit. You can feel my lacy bra and your hand runs down my stomach to my lacy panties. You rub my clit and I moan into your mouth as your tongue teases mine. You lean back and smile at me. "Yes, there is something I want", and you pull out a set of silk ties. "Remember what we talked about this morning?" I nod yes. "Tell me what you want," you say to me. I blush. "I want you to tie me up, shave my pussy, and tease and fuck me until I beg you to stop." You smile at me and raise my hands above my head tying them to the bed and then move to the end of the bed and tie my legs spread eagle to the bed. You place a pillow under me to raise me up off the bed and lay a towel down and bring warm water, saving cream, and a razor from the bathroom. I am squirming with anticipation. You place your hand on my stomach, right above my hips, to stop my moving. With the other hand you pull the black lacy panties down my legs and pull them over my feet. You spread a thin layer of saving cream over my pussy. I close my eyes and feel your warm hands gliding over my body. A few moments later I feel the razor slowly take the first strip off of my pussy. "You ok babe?" you ask me. I nod my head 'yes', unable to speak. You continue to shave me until my pussy is soft and naked. You use the warm water with a washcloth and clean off the remaining shaving cream. The warmth makes me moan. You slip a finger into my pussy and I try to sit up to look at you, but the ties hold me to the bed. You slowly pull your finger out of me while my muscles and hips try to pull you back in. I moan in protest and you lean up to look me in the eye. "Baby you need to behave or I will blindfold you," you say to me, trying to look stern. "Yes Sir," I pout. You stand up and walk out of the room. I start to protest and you give me a look that tells me I really shouldn't. I lay there waiting, listening to the music I turned on for your massage and slowly I relax, forgetting that I am even tied to the bed, naked and under your control. You return to the room with a box, of what I can only assume contains the objects you have been thinking about using on me all day. "I am going to blindfold you hun, I know you have behaved, but I want you to feel everything." My eyes widen but I don't say anything to you. The wetness on my thighs tells you everything. You place the large black blindfold over my eyes. I feel you slide your hand under me and unzip the maid's uniform and pull from my body. I can feel your eyes running down my body. From my black lacy bra that holds my tits up high, down to my white thigh highs and heels. You put your box of tricks on the bed, so that they are close to us at all times. You untie my arms and I feel you unhook my bra and pull it up my arms, so that I am naked for you. Then you tie my arms again. I suck in air as I feel an ice cube tracing around my left nipple and then slowly run over to trace my right nipple as well. The cold makes them stand at attention. Your warm tongue flicks over my left nipple as the ice trails slowly around the right. You suck the nipple into your mouth and my back arches towards you. "Hun, if you misbehave like that again....I will have to punish you and I don't want to have to do that." You whisper up to me, returning to work on my tits. My body is on fire and it is taking everything in me not to move. The ice moves down my chest as your mouth moves on to the right nipple. You bite me slightly, knowing it makes my pussy wet to be bitten. Then, your tongue follows the ice down my body until you place it on my clit. "Ahhh, God," I can't stop myself from moaning. You smile knowing how hard it is for me to give up control and how hot and wet it is making me. You slip the ice cube into my pussy while you lick my clit. My body jerks at the cold of the ice and the heat of your mouth. Your mouth leaves me to place soft kisses around my pussy, but never on my clit which is where my body is begging for you to touch me. Your finger holds the ice inside my pussy while it melts. You can feel my muscles squeezing at the cold ice and at your finger. You move down so that you are between my legs and my soaked pussy is raised and exposed for your every desire. You lick me, from the cool wetness leaking out of me, up to my clit where you suck hard. I lean my head back and moan aloud. You reach into the box taking out one of my vibrators and slowly slide it into my tight, wet pussy. Watching it open up to envelope the toy that is a just a bit smaller than the size of your own throbbing cock. I have no idea how you are keeping control, as you slowly turn the knob of the vibrator on until is it as high as it goes. "UUHHH please," I moan. "Please, what hun? You ask. "Please fuck my baby?" I beg. "No hun, I am not done with you yet. I know you can take more than this." You slowly start fucking me with the vibrator. My breathing is getting heavier by the second and your thrusts become quicker and you watch my pussy squeeze tight, trying to hold on to the vibrating cock. I start to whimper and you know I can't take this speed much more. You pull the toy from me, returning it to the box. I am lost in darkness....my pussy yearning at the air, longing to find any part of you. "AGGGHHH fuck!" I feel hot wax drizzle across my tits. Just as I calm down another drizzle onto my belly. My body quivers. You use one hand to spread my pussy juices down to my ass, while the other hand removes the wax from my body. Each time your finger grazes my asshole my hips buck. You lean up and remove the blindfold, kissing me deeply and letting me suck on your tongue. My body is on fire and I want you so badly right now. I will let you do anything. You know this. You roll so that you are between my legs as we kiss. I feel your hard cock against my pussy. I sigh softly and you push your cock all the way into my pussy in one hard thrust while you cover my mouth with your own. I moan into your mouth. Your cock is tight in my little pussy and it drives me crazy. My hands are clenched above our heads and my breathing is short and shallow. You lean back so you can look at my face. Slowly you start shallow thrusting into my pussy, the muscles melting around your cock, molding it to your desire. "That's it. Let me take you Destiny." As your thrusts become quicker and more urgent, my moans become louder. You pull your cock almost all the way out of my pussy and slam it back in. It feels so good that I haven't noticed that you have untied my hands from the headboard and tied them together behind your neck. "Ahhh, yes fuck me hard, ahhh, please baby," I beg you. You thrust faster than ever and I can feel your cock growing just a little inside of me. I know you are going to come and I am about to come too. You pull my feet free from the ties, and roll me over onto my stomach. I feel you pull my hips up to you and your cock sinks back into my pussy. From the box of tricks you find my small glass dildo and tease my ass with it slowly pushing it in. "It's....so....tight....I'm gonna cum...oh...please." I can feel you balls slapping against my clit and your hand drive the dildo into my ass in time with each thrust of your cock. You slap my ass hard and my muscles contract around your cock and don't loosen up. "Oh ......fuck.....yes" I scream. Your hot breath is on the back of my neck. "Come with me," you yell and slap my ass again. My pussy oozes all over your balls and you shoot my pussy full of your cum in three more thrusts. We collapse on our sides with you and the dildo still inside of me. My thigh highs are drenched and we cannot move; for a long time we breathe more and more softly. You finally lean forward and kiss the back of my neck. "Mmm. I should call you sir more often." I giggle. Welcome Home, Sir She hated sleeping alone, and with him away on business for the last couple of weeks, she wasn't getting much sleep. Tonight was going just like every other night without him had gone. She went to bed at her bedtime, curling naked under the covers, still following his rules even though he wasn't there and wasn't coming home for another week. She finally fell asleep, darkness hovering just at the edge of her dreams, keeping her from getting any real rest. As her curvaceous body shifted restlessly under the soft covers, she didn't hear the tiny click of the bedroom door when he came into their room. Even in her sleep, though, she recognized him, her soft curves sinking against his hard planes as he slipped under the covers, curling his naked warmth against hers. She sighed softly, her body relaxing into his, as she slowly woke up to the sound of his growl in her ear and his hand roughly grabbing her breast. "I missed my girl," he whispered, running his hand down her curves, seeking out the wetness that was already pooling between her thighs. "Sir," she barely managed to moan out as she shifted her legs apart, welcoming his hand, and wiggled her ass into his groin, feeling his length hard against her. Her seeking booty wiggle earned her a sharp smack on the fleshy curve of her hip. She knew better than to tease him with her round ass, especially after they had been apart for so long and they were both on edge, needing the reaffirming connection of their bodies. "It's going to be fast and hard, baby; it's been too long without you." He ground out between clenched teeth as he sank two fingers into her wet heat, preparing her for what was coming and anticipating how good it was going to feel to have her body tightly gripping his cock once again. "Stay with me." Just feeling his hard fingers moving inside her was almost enough to make her come right then, but she held off, knowing that if she came without his permission it would be a long time before she was allowed to come again. She felt him guiding her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips and bottom up, serving them up to his wandering hands and hungry cock. That first, slow thrust into her depths had them both moaning at the feeling of homecoming. But soft and slow wasn't enough for either of them. He shifted his hand on her hip, digging his fingers in, and holding her still for the rapid, hard thrusts that were coming. His other hand traveled softly up her back, before finding rough purchase in her sleep-mussed hair. "I can feel you clenching around me, dirty girl. I love how tightly you grip me." He mumbled, almost to himself, as he started thrusting hard and deep, using her hair and her hip to anchor her in the spot he wanted her. She buried her face in the pillow, biting her lip, and letting out little squeaks with each thrust. God, how she'd missed him, missed him owning her and using her for his pleasure. When his hand left her hair and wandered around her hip and down to her clit, she knew she wouldn't last long. "Please, sir, please may I come?" she managed to gasp out. It had been too long. "Yes, baby girl, let me feel you." he groaned out as he continued to thrust into her honeyed warmth. If he were being honest, he was glad she was going off so quickly, because he wasn't going to last much longer himself. Finally, with his permission, she let go, pulsing around his hardness in a rush of wet warmth. She sighed collapsing down in to the pillows. He followed her down, continuing to thrust through his own orgasm. With her sweet clenching around his cock, there was no way he could hold out. He collapsed on top of her back after emptying himself inside of her, but he couldn't get too comfortable. He had to see what belonged to him. He snaked an arm out to click on the bedside lamp, and rolled off of her, quickly flipping her onto her back and sliding down her length. She gave a little giggle as she opened her legs for his customary inspection of his handy work. He loved to see her pink and swollen, dripping the evidence of his thorough possession down her thighs. "Welcome home, Sir." she said on a soft sigh of contentment. Welcome Home Soldier It was a little after noon as I stood there waiting for your bus to drive up. This moment was a long time coming. You'd been gone serving your country for a year, and I couldn't wait to be back in your arms once more. After what seemed like an eternity, the bus finally pulled up. I waited as several other soldiers filed off, and then there was you. I launched myself towards you at a full run and you scooped me up into your arms. I kissed you with wild abandon; my lips were hungry for yours after going so long without. We gathered your things and found our car. You insisted that I drive and on the way home you couldn't keep your hands off me. We finally made it home and the second we were in the door you were ravaging me. Your lips were all over me as we tore at each other's clothes. We frantically made our way to the bedroom, leaving behind us a trail of lacy panties and ACUs. You threw me down onto the bed, the weight of your body felt so heavenly against mine. You gently, slowly kissed your way down my body, stopping at my nipples. I gasped as you sucked one into your mouth, rolling it between your teeth. I shuddered beneath you, ready to cum for you right then. Just as I was approaching the brink you stopped. You continued to make your way down my body until finally your head came to rest between my thighs. I arched my back and moaned as I felt your tongue delve into me. You slipped a finger into me and I came immediately. You licked it all up, gently sucking on my clit. This went on until I could no longer stand it. I pulled you up to me and kissed you hard, tasting myself on your tongue. As I wriggled out from underneath you I told you to lie on your back. I straddled you as I continued to kiss you, gently sucking on your tongue and biting your lower lip. I kissed my way down your body just as you had done to me, only stopping when I came to your long, hard dick. God how I missed sucking that dick. At first I took just the head in my mouth, teasing you mercilessly. Before long I had all 8 inches of you in my mouth, sucking all the way down to the base as I gently fondled your balls. I could tell from your moans how much you were enjoying yourself. As I bobbed up and down on your dick I couldn't help but play with myself. It felt so good to stroke my clit while tasting your cock. Soon I couldn't take it anymore, I had to have you. You flipped me over so once again you were on top of me. I could feel the head of your dick throbbing at the opening of my pussy as I begged you to fuck me. You slowly slid it in, teasing me as I begged for more. Soon all 8 inches of you were inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out. I came almost immediately, a year's worth of passion spilling out. As I came you kissed me, all the while pumping in and out of my wet pussy. I whispered in your ear how much I had missed this as you kissed and nipped at my neck. God you feel so fucking incredible inside of me. As you fucked me I began to shake, crying out as you made me cum again and again. I told you to stop, and get on your back again. I wanted to be on top, to be in control. You complied and I straddled your hips, slowly lowering myself down onto your dick. As I rocked my hips back and forth on your dick you reached up to grab my tits. I moaned as you tweaked my nipples, and bent forward so you could take one in your mouth. Your sucking sent me over the edge and I came all over your dick. I kissed you hard as I continued to ride your dick, hitting my g-spot just right. I picked up the speed and before I knew it I was cumming so hard I was squirting all over you. Before long you flipped me back over and I knew you were close; we always finish with you on top when you've been away. You leaned into me and kissed me passionately. I kissed you back and felt my own orgasm building. The look on your face told me you were close, and we both cried out in pleasure as we finished together. I wrapped my arms and legs around you and held you close, your dick still inside me as we tried to catch our breath. As I let you go you rolled over onto your back, and I snuggled up with my head on your chest. You held me tight as I whispered "Welcome home, soldier" and we both fell asleep together. Welcome Home, Soldier William had been away sixteen months, two weeks, four days and thirteen hours when he stepped off the plane in Fort Benning, Georgia and into his wife's waiting arms. Operation Desert Storm has taken a lot out of the Staff Sergeant during his time in the desert and he almost couldn't believe he was actually back on American soil. Diana couldn't let go of him as they stood there, hugging, kissing and laughing through tears, their young daughter squealing and squirming as she was mashed between them, caught in their embrace. They made a happy picture as they held on to one another as if they were the only three people left in the world despite the chaos of the other families uniting around them. Later that evening, after the celebration dinner, when all the families had retired to their respective hotel rooms, the baby was snuggled safely in the crib and they were finally alone, William sat in a chair near the window waiting for his lovely bride of seven years to emerge from her shower. When she did so, she nearly took his breath away. She was a few pounds smaller than when he left, but even more beautiful than he remembered, although he always thought she was the most beautiful person on earth. She stood there nervously watching him as he watched her. The short baby doll nightie she wore was that deep shade of pink that always looked so good on her, falling to about mid-thigh, low cut, with tiny bits of lace hugging her large, heavy breasts. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, framing her bare, freckled face, pixie nose and bright glowing green eyes. William realized he wasn't breathing, and when he finally inhaled, it was a sharp, ragged breath that hurt his chest. "Come here." Diana's lips curled into a smile as she crossed the room, her eyes locked to the shining blue of William's eyes. She was so happy to see him, so happy he was home, but her heart ached as she looked at him. He was so much thinner than he'd been when he left, and his face had changed. He looked as if he'd aged five years. She urgently stepped between his legs, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him fervently. Nearly two years of fear, love, hurt, worry, need, want and desire was contained in that single kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight, and they nearly smothered one another before they finally came up for air, clinging to one another tightly. "I've missed you," Diana whispered against his lips. "You have no idea, baby girl. These have been the longest days of my life without you and the baby." He wiped away the tears that had suddenly slid down her cheeks, and then kissed her where the drops had been. In turn he kissed each eye, then her tiny, upturned nose before gently kissing her lips again. "Stand back and let me see you." He gently pushed her away. She stepped back a bit and stood there, turning slowly as he moved one finger, instructing her to do so. It was all he could do not to literally ravage her where she stood. They had been good together in the years they had been married; their sexual appetites for one another matched perfectly. He had waited so long to have her naked before him again. She had been very young when they married, and her teen-aged body had filled out into luscious womanly curves, but she still looked like the young girl he'd fallen in love with. He noticed the corner of her lower lip caught between her teeth and smiled slightly. She always did that when she was nervous. He imagined she wasn't quite sure what to make of the man who sat examining her now. "Take off your gown, baby girl. I want to see all of you." He had dreamed of her body every night he'd been gone. He knew every line, curve and freckle, and wasn't in the least disappointed as the gown was lifted over her head and dropped to the floor in a silent whisper of silk next to her slender feet. Her nipples were hard, pointed, the softest shade of pink, teasing him. Her arms at her sides, her sex barely covered by a tiny triangle of dark pink g-string that matched the gown at her feet, she was innocence and vixen all rolled into one. He slid slowly from his chair onto his knees and slowly crawled the short distance between them. Diana watched him, her breath caught in her throat as she watched the muscles ripple in his arms and back. The faint light of the room cast a golden glow on the soft, blonde fuzz that coated his back. Her whole body ached with the need to run her fingers through that light mass of curls that matched the thick, blonde hair that covered his chest. When he reached her, he lifted his head and found that yes, it was exactly as he had remembered. Her petite stature at barely 5'1" made it so that his mouth was perfectly even with her sex from this position. He faintly pressed his nose against the silk and inhaled. A growl ripped from his chest. All those nights away from her and he'd never forgotten the scent of her, freshly bathed, lightly lotioned in a gardenia scent, and aroused, just for him. Her hand came to rest atop his head as a whimper vibrated through her chest. His head tilted, his chin and mouth pressing against her, grinding lightly as he forced her to part her thighs a little wider. With his teeth, he tugged the silk, dragging it down. Using nothing but his mouth to tease her as he worked, he tugged until he had the panties around her knees, and then pushed them to the floor. He lifted his head once more and pressed his face into the thick, dark mass of curls. His tongue sought her treasure, and finding what he searched for, he drew his tongue through the soft folds of her, tasting her for the first time in a very long time. She groaned. Her hips thrust forward, thighs parting wider as her hands found the dresser behind her, balancing herself against it and barely remaining standing as her knees threatened to buckle. William lifted her right leg, placing it over his shoulder and slid his tongue inside her, lapping at the thick nectar that awaited him. Urgently, he licked her, probing inside her, then taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it hungrily. His tongue swirled and danced across that sensitive bundle of nerves, driving her nearly to madness with the sensation of his hot, wet mouth wrapped around her. It had been way too long. It took only moments of his teasing before she was softly crying out, her knees trembling as her body rocked against him, soaking his face with her juices. As soon as he knew she had orgasmed he stood, ripping his pajama pants off. His cock stood out from his body hard, throbbing and proud. She reached for him, but he pushed her hand away, a deep, hoarse "no" falling from his lips as he placed his own hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. She obeyed readily, her small pink mouth immediately wrapping itself around him and pushing forward until she had all of him she could handle in her mouth. She held there for a moment, letting her mouth and throat adjust to the thickness of him. She withdrew to the very tip of him, dragging her tongue in circles around the flared tip, then greedily devouring him again, pressing further and further each time she repeated this motion until her nose was pressed against his belly. Lost in the ecstasy of her mouth, his hand tangled itself in her dark hair and he held her there, grinding against her face, growling and groaning as he tried to drive himself deeper. Her nails digging painfully into his thighs brought him quickly back to reality. He jerked her up by her hair, his cock popping from her mouth as she gasped for air. He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her almost violently, his tongue invading every part of her mouth, stealing her breath again before he pushed her once more to her knees, his hand still tangled in her hair. She swallowed him, her mouth working urgently up and down the length of him. Her throat ached from the roughness of his thrusts, but she never hesitated as she pushed her throat down onto him once more, greedily working to have him explode in her mouth. Once more he jerked her to her feet, kissing her, wrapping his arms around her naked body and grinding his cock between them. He kissed her all over her face, her neck, biting at her collar bone and shoulders as if he planned to eat her alive. "I want to come in your hot mouth," he growled as he kissed her. "But I want to be deep inside your pussy at the same time. You are making me crazy and I can't make up my mind." Diana took matters in her own hands, shoving him roughly back toward the bed. He was surprised at her strength and caught off guard by it. He fell back on the bed and she crawled on top of him, positioning herself and impaling herself on his cock before he could speak. Diana shuddered as she pushed herself onto him, crying out as he instantly hit bottom. It had been so long since he had been inside her. She had forgotten the proportion of her tiny body to his better than average cock, and she was almost as tight as the very first time he'd taken her. She held herself pressed against him, her breathing ragged, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone and twisting her hips with him throbbing inside her. She leaned forward and kissed him, then whispered, "Tell me just before you come." She began to ride him. The first few strokes were slow and easy as her body adjusted to him inside her, but her movements quickened and she was rising and falling onto him in a frenzy. William's hands cupped her breasts; his mouth moving from one nipple to another and back again as he fed from her engorged nipples. He was nearly the edge fast - too fast. His balls tightened painfully and he barely got the word "cumming" from his lips. He was shocked by the sudden release of her pussy walls from around him, but was instantly blinded by light shooting through his brain as her mouth replaced her pussy, moving almost as fast as her lips as she fucked him with her mouth. He exploded almost instantly, gagging her with the rush of seed that had been building for what seemed like forever. She never let up, her mouth latched around him as she sucked every last drop from him and then slowly licked him clean of their mingled juices. After a few moments she crawled up his body, wrapping herself around him and nestling her head in the crook of his arm, her wet sex pressed against his hip bone. He bent to kiss her, loving the combined taste of them on her lips. "Where did you learn to do that, young lady?" He asked her, still out of breath. She giggled softly, drawing her small fingers through the curls on his chest. "I didn't learn anything anywhere. I just wanted to give you what you wanted." "Oh, baby girl, you've more than done that. My God how I've missed you." He kissed her again, softly this time, turning to face her. His hands slowly traced the outline of her body. He knew by memory every sensitive spot on her body, and grinned as she squirmed and squealed each time he hit a ticklish spot. Her hand snaked itself around his semi-hard cock and began to toy with him. Her eyes glittered as he arched his hips, thrusting into her hand and groaned. She stroked her hand up and down the length of him as slowly as she could, taking the time to gently caress his sac between strokes. "Do you have plans for that, little girl?" He asked her as he teased her nipples, watching her through half-lowered lids." "Mmm..hmm... I most certainly do, soldier. I've got big plans." She inched her hips closer to his and slid the head of his cock between her thighs, rubbing the tip of it against her still swollen clit. He could stand it no longer. He rolled himself on top of her and between thighs that parted willingly. He sank inside her, thrusting forward until there was no place else to go. His mouth covered hers with a growl just as she whispered, "welcome home, soldier." Welcome Home, Soldier It had been a long night. What started out as a welcome home get together had quickly turned into a full-blown party. Not that she minded spending time with his friends. They had all been deployed for quite a long time. But looking at Chris from across the room, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep her composure. She had been celibate his entire deployment but now that he was home, her panties were feeling a bit like a chastity belt that's time had come to be removed. For hours he had been drinking with his friends while she played the dutiful hostess. He was having a good time, but every time he turned to kiss her, his lips lingered longer and longer. After a couple of hours of torturous kisses, he finally came over to where she was and sat down, quickly pulling her over onto his lap. And as much as she loved having her ass right up against his cock, this would quickly become more than she could handle. She knew she had to work her magic – the man had been in a tent surrounded by other men for the last twelve months. She knew that as soon as she started wiggling her ass on his lap, even just by slightly readjusting herself, she'd have her chance to get him alone. The music outside was becoming louder and louder. She hoped the neighbors would understand and refrain from calling the police. These guys needed to blow off some steam. Besides, the last thing she wanted to deal with was a problem. She finally had him just where she wanted him – she could feel his cock getting hard through his DCU's and with that, it was time to make her final move. Daria stood up and offered him her hand. Being a good soldier, he took it and allowed her to lead him up the stairs to her bedroom. Closing the door behind them, she smiled – after all this time, all those lonely months, they were finally alone. No sooner had the door clicked closed, she turned around and found his lips less than an inch from her own. She reached up and put her hand on the side of his face. He was unshaven, but it was of no consequence to her. She had waited months to have him this close. She'd take him any way she could get him at this point. He leaned down and took her face in his hands as he slowly leaned in for a kiss that she felt throughout the entirety of her body. She no longer merely ached for him, she needed his touch in the same way her body needed air. At that moment, she would have been hard pressed to choose between the two. After a kiss that seemed to last an eternity, he pulled away and stood back for a moment, just looking at her. Because for as much as she had longed for him, it was the thought of her here, like this, that had gotten him through the last year. This was his reward. She was his prize and he wanted to see her shine in her full glory. "Take off your clothes, Daria," he whispered over the air that coursed between them, "I want to look at you for a minute." Without saying a word, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor, the tops of her breasts peeking out at him from beneath her lace bra. "Is this what you want," she asked coyly, slowly dragging her fingernails from her neck over her breasts, and into the waistband of her skirt. He stared at her with the intensity of a dying man searching out the last speck of light on the horizon. She was exactly as he remembered. "The skirt," Chris muttered in a barely audible cry, "Please, baby...take off the skirt." She turned her back to him and unzipped the side zipper. Pushing it down from the top, she slowly bent forward as the skirt slid effortlessly down her legs. Standing before him in only her bra, panties and a pair of black lace top thigh high stockings, she now remembered why she had waited for this man. At that very moment, his eyes were doing things to her that no other man had ever been able to accomplish with his entire body. "The bra now," he said as his voice became a little more firm. As she unhooked her bra and it became loose against her skin, the lace pulling gently against her now erect nipples, she could see his breathing becoming more labored. The excitement of being so close to him but being unable to touch him was getting to her. But this night was about him. This night was about giving him the fantasy he'd been living in his mind for the last year. "Panties," he ordered, as the noticeable bulge in his pants pressed harder against the fabric of his DCUs. Daria again turned away from him, and with great restraint and control hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down exposing only her ass to his longing eyes for several seconds before prying them away from the moist sticky skin between her legs and letting them drop to the floor. Before she had a chance to stand back up, Chris had rushed behind her and dropped to his knees. Daria reached out in front of her and braced herself on the door as he grabbed her hips with both hands and planted his mouth on her right ass cheek. His lips and teeth grazed her skin with precise movements. He was eager, but still refusing to give in to his desire immediately. He wanted to make this last a while. He wanted to worship her. He wanted to hold her and taste her the way a priest takes in wine from the holy chalice. In that moment, she was his religion. After covering the entirety of her ass and the backs of her thighs with slow soft open mouthed kisses, he allowed his tongue to run up the inside of her exposed upper thigh, catching a drop of moisture from her trembling pussy on the tip of his tongue before pulling away from her. He stood up quickly and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back upright. She turned around and again found his lips awaiting hers as they made their way to her bed. He fell backwards onto it, pulling her down on top of him. As his hands ran up the back of her thighs and onto her ass, her legs spread around his hips and fell to either side of him, her warm pussy pressing directly on his cock, separated only by the fabric of his clothing. Those pants and that thin brown t-shirt were the only things standing between her skin and his. In one swift movement, he rolled her over onto her back and moved on top of her. The weight of his body forced her legs open and he fell between them effortlessly. Making his way from her lips, down her neck and onto her breasts, Daria frantically tried to pull Chris's shirt off of him so she could feel his flesh against her own. But it was of little use. He was too enthralled with her nipples to pull away and allow his shirt off over his head – not that she minded at that moment. Finally, after several minutes of sucking her nipples into his mouth and then releasing them only by allowing them to be gently pulled through his teeth, Chris sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off over his head, his dogtags falling back against his skin with a quiet click and sticking to the sweaty skin on his chest. Daria ran her hands up the front of his pants, resting only momentarily on the seemingly huge bulge beneath before finding the button at the waist. She made quick work of getting his pants undone and exposing his cock to the warm air of the room and the soft skin of her hand. Chris let out a loud moan and fell back onto the bed as his skin connected with hers. Seizing the opportunity, Daria pushed him onto his back and quickly fell to her knees on the side of the bed. She had dreamed of having him inside her mouth once again and seeing him here, like this, aching for her, trembling with each touch of her hand, she had to have him. Slowly, with very deliberate motions, she ran her tongue up the length of his cock – first underneath, paying special attention to the vein traveling to the head. Then she traced the head of his cock with the very tip of her tongue until he began pushing his hips up toward her. Refusing to give in too quickly, she allowed her tongue to slide down one side of his cock and to the base, taking his balls, one at a time, into her mouth and giving them a gentle suck before letting them fall back out of her mouth. His hands were running through her long hair as it fell around his thighs, tickling his skin like ten thousand little butterflies. Flicking her tongue all the way back up the shaft of his cock, she reached the head and took it into her mouth. In one slow precise movement, she took his cock all the way into her mouth until he was completely inside and she could stretch her tongue out and lick his balls while still feeling the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. With that, he let out a loud guttural moan followed by the clenching of his thighs as she allowed his cock to leave her mouth. His wet cock stiffened from the air escaping her parted lips as his moans and his flesh begged her to finish what she had started. Darcy wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and once again lowered her mouth onto it. This time however, she created a suction between her fist and her mouth making it easier to move up and down the entire length of his cock in rhythmic motion. It only took a couple of minutes of stimulation and Chris was grabbing at the back of her head, begging her not to stop. As Daria sucked his cock deep into the back of her throat, still sucking on it as if it were the only thing sustaining her life, his legs tightened and his body became rigid. He grabbed her hair and gave it a little tug, pushing even farther into her soft wet mouth as he screamed out in absolute orgasmic pleasure. He laid still, silent, motionless for a few seconds as she ran her tongue over his cock once again, making sure to get every drop of cum he had for her. Then before he could move, she sat down on the floor and unlaced his boots, pulling them off and throwing them into the corner, followed quickly by his socks, pants and boxer shorts. Now it was her turn to adore him. Daria slid back onto the bed and into his arms as he reached for her, pulling her tight to his chest. This had been what she had waited for all that time. This moment. This feeling. This embrace. After a few moments, Chris gently pushed Daria off of him and onto her back. If she thought he was finished, she was sorely mistaken. He was just getting started. Propping himself up on one arm and taking great care to push Daria's hair to the opposite side of her head, he slowly lowered his mouth onto the side of her neck. Her skin was so soft and sweet, like liquid sunshine warming his mouth and intoxicating his tongue. He made his way down her neck and over the full round curve of her breasts, taking great care not to drag his scratchy face across her delicate skin. As his tongue and his lips caressed her breasts, his right hand fell gently onto her stomach and began its slow descent. With the tips of his fingers, he could feel the soft warm skin that had recently been rid of any hair that might otherwise have been tickling his fingers by now. Instead, the skin beneath his hand was moist, and so smooth he couldn't imagine that anything other than the silk of the panties she had worn, had ever dared touch it until now. Daria spread her legs slightly and a soft moan escaped her parted mouth as Chris's pinky brushed lightly across her wet pussy lips. While still concentrating the efforts of his hungry mouth on her breasts, Chris allowed his hand to slide further between her legs, now cupping her lips with his hand as he let his middle finger slide effortlessly between them. For several minutes, Chris did not move his hand or fingers at all. Daria moved against his hand, trying to get him to push his finger inside her. But with each of her movements, he countered it by pulling further away. This quickly stopped Daria's efforts to rush things. After what seemed like hours, but was probably more like minutes, Chris began to run his middle finger from the top of her lips as far back as he could comfortably reach, making sure to linger momentarily over her clit on each pass, watching her squirm beneath him. Finally deciding it was time to reward Daria's patience, he took two of his fingers and in one quick motion, pushed them deeply into her eager pussy. Daria could barely stand the satisfaction of having some part of this man inside her pussy and with each quick movement of his fingers, her breathing became more and more shallow. As he slammed his fingers in and out of her, the noise created by her now drenched pussy filled the small room. If ever he had doubted her desire for him, this moment would be enough to forever squelch those fears. Chris sat up on the bed and moved between her legs, leaving the softness of her breasts for the firmness of her stomach as he made his way down to her aching pussy. Covering her lips with his mouth, he slid his tongue between them, allowing her moisture to fill it with a taste he had dreamt of every night for the last twelve months. Energized and inspired by this earthly ambrosia, he began to devour every drop he could suck free from her lips. This was a feast he would gladly indulge in all night. Still sliding his fingers in and out of her, he curled his middle finger up to find her g-spot as she let out a little squeal. Squirming beneath his mouth as he flicked his tongue quickly over her clit and rubbed her g-spot with tiny circular motions, Daria began to push her hips up off the bed and grab onto the back of his head, pushing his face even further between her tensed thighs. Maintaining his rhythm and trying to focus on her breathing, Chris sped up a little bit as Daria let out an earthshatteringly loud scream that surely must have broken a window somewhere in the neighborhood. Writhing beneath his masterful fingers and mouth, even more juices began to pour from her anxious pussy. Before the orgasm had even subsided, Daria pulled Chris up from between her thighs. "I need your cock inside me now, Chris," she moaned in his ear. Without a moment's hesitation, Chris placed the head oh his rigid cock against her welcoming pussy. And holding her face in his hands, he pushed inside. With slow meticulous movements, Chris ground his cock into her, completely filling her up as she wrapped her legs around him and held him with them as tightly as she could. They laid as still as possible while continuously grinding against each other. And for as good as he felt inside her tight wet pussy, Daria wanted more. "Baby, if I asked you to do something special for me, would you do it," she whispered against Chris's cheek. "Anything," he quickly replied. And with that, she gently pushed him off of her and onto his feet, his hard cock slipping out of her soaked pussy. Daria rolled over onto her stomach and lifted herself up onto her knees. She flipped her hair to one side and turned back to see him standing behind her, his wet cock glistening in the dim light. "I want you to fuck my ass, Chris...now," she said boldly. He quickly fell to his knees and ran his tongue over her pussy lips and all the way back to her tiny puckered asshole. With the slightest touch of his tongue, her back began to arch and after only a few seconds of his tongue dancing around her tight little hole, her moans were begging him to fuck her. Chris made sure to slather her ass with as much of her juices as possible until she was wet enough to slip a finger into with ease. Daria's muscles began to clench around his finger as they both became very quiet. Slowly and carefully, Chris slipped another finger inside, also drenched with more of her natural lubrication. And as Daria became used to his fingers, her grip around them lessened and she began moving her hips against them. After a few minutes, Chris withdrew his fingers and stood behind her, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the bed. He pushed into her pussy with a few hard thrusts, getting his cock nice and slippery. Then he pressed the head of his cock right on her tight asshole and applying a little pressure, he waited for Daria to relax enough for him to push completely inside. Feeling him there, ready to give her what she wanted, his hands firmly on her hips, Daria began to push back against his cock while relaxing her muscles, allowing the head of his cock to slip inside her ass. It felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. There was so much pressure, but it wasn't just a pressure she could feel in her ass, but inside her pussy as well. She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit as she backed up even further onto Chris's seemingly massive cock. She was certain he must be completely inside her now. But when she slid her hand a little further back to massage his balls, she found that his cock was only about halfway inside her. He let out a loud groan as her fingernails lightly drew across the exposed part of his cock. Bracing herself on the bed, she slowly worked her way all the way back down onto his cock. He felt huge inside her. And with a few slow thrusts, she relaxed completely and allowed Chris to take over. As his cock pushed in and (almost) out of her ass, she continued to rub her clit, resulting in at least two more orgasms within the first ten thrusts. "God, baby, you feel so good inside my ass," Daria screamed. "Fuck me harder, Chris. Harder!" Never needing to be given an order twice, Chris sprang into action, fucking her tight little ass with everything he had until he couldn't take it anymore. Right about the time Daria reached her fourth orgasm of the night, with her juices splashing down his thighs, and her asshole tightening around his swollen cock, Chris let out a loud growl, followed by a hard thrust into Daria's ass as he filled it with his cum. For several moments, neither of them could move. Chris stood slumped over Daria's back, her fingers still tracing the outline of her pussy lips and her head buried in the softness of her down comforter. When Chris finally stopped shaking enough to pull out of her, Daria let out a tiny moan. He bent down and gently kissed both of her ass cheeks before giving them each a playful little squeeze. She turned to him, looking over her shoulder, his spent cock still glistening with their juices, a smile on her face as blinding as the equatorial sun and said, "Welcome Home, Soldier!" Welcome Home, Soldier It all began so normally, Cinnamon checked her charts just as she did every morning when she began her shift at Memorial. It was an unusually "slow" week at the hospital. She only had three patients to care for, which meant, everyone would be able to have exceptional care. As she walked into the first room, she saw a strong, older man. He was in his early 40's, with a shaven head, and dark, cold eyes. As she checked his chart, she noticed he had been transported here once he arrived back in the US. A Captain from the Army, wounded in Iraq. This was the first Iraqi Veteran that Cinnamon had cared for- she had a soft spot for vets, since her late father was an Major in the Army. "Hi Darryl, I'm Cinnamon, I'm your nurse for the week. If there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable, please, let me know." There was complete silence as he looked her up and down. His eyes drinking in the first sight of a "real" woman in months. It had been so long since he had known the touch of a woman, the feel, the taste- everything. Cinnamon began to blush, knowing he was eyeing her, and that she found him equally attractive. Each day that she had to change his bandages got more difficult. He would grab her hand, holding it as he looked into her eyes. He knew her heart was racing, and that she wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. Cinnamon, being a professional, knew she to keep things strictly platonic. There was no room for romance between patients and nurses. Darryl entered her thoughts constantly. She often dreamt of him touching her, feeling his strong hands on her breasts, fondling her. Her nipples would get hard at the mere thought of him suckling them. His fingers- so big, they would feel so good inside of her bald pussy. At night, she would lay in her bed, rubbing her clit, imagining Darryl fingering her- and licking her. His soft lips, she knew they would feel so good sucking her swollen clit. The following day, Cinnamon went into work. She knew it was going to be Darryl's last day, that he would be returning to his base, which was 50 miles away. Going in to work would be hard for her. She knew she wanted to see him again, on a personal level, but knew crossing that line at the hospital was out of the question. As she began to leave her house, something just didn't feel right. It felt as if someone were watching her. She shook off the feeling, and headed for the hospital. When she arrived, her heart was broken. Darryl had already been discharged. She didn't even get to say good-bye. She was hurt, but thought it was probably for the best, as he was a patient. A patient who brought her wonderful fantasies and mind-blowing orgasms. She was so ashamed of herself for letting him get to her in such a manner. Besides, she had a couple of weeks of vacation coming up in a few days, and she couldn't let her mind get fogged with thoughts of an unattainable man. She had to make sure her mind was on the job. A full week had now gone by. Cinnamon had worked 3 double shifts, and was absolutely exhausted. As she fumbled for her keys, she felt a rag being placed over her face. There wasn't time to fight. Before she could take her next breath, she was out like a light. When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself completely naked, laying on a huge soft bed. The room was dimly lit, but she could tell she was in a cabin. Grabbing at the down blanket, she snuggled up in it, too terrified to move. The door to the room opened. A tall, muscular man in fatigues stood before her. "So, my angel decided to finally wake up?" Cinnamon knew this voice. She knew it all too well. Darryl. "Darryl, what.... what happened? Where am I? What..." Cinnamon asked, trembling as she looked up into his dark, cold eyes. "You know what happened, and why you're here. You wanted this just as much as I did. I saw you. I heard you call my name," he reply, grinning down at her. Cinnamon, trembling, realized that he had been watching her. That he had seen EVERYTHING. The nights she pinched her nipples, and rubbed her bald pussy- cumming so hard, thinking of Darryl. She was embarrassed, and scared. It was true, she had wanted to be with him, but not like this- and certainly, she wanted things to have unfolded differently. She, now, had no idea what he was capable of- if he was going to rape her, torture her, or... kill her. Panic set in, and he could tell it. "Cinnamon, you do exactly as I say, and I won't hurt you. Do you understand?" She nodded, trembling as he sat down on the bed. "Take those covers off of you. I like looking at your body," Darryl ordered, his eyes roaming over her body. "I... I.. I'm a... virgin," was all Cinnamon was able to say, as she slowly pulled the covers off of her tender body. The cool air in the cabin made her nipples painfully erect, a sight that made Darryl even harder than he was before. His strong hand caressed Cinnamon's porcelain check. "You're so beautiful, Cinnamon, so perfect. I'm glad I chose you. I've been waiting a long time to find an angel as perfect as you. So pure, so innocent. You're all I knew you would be," Darryl said as his hand moved to her breast, fondling her gently. A soft moan escaped Cinnamon's lips as his fingers rolled her hard nipple, causing her to rub her legs together. Her pussy was beginning to get wet. She was so embarrassed, and still scared. Even though Darryl has been gentle with her thus far, who's to say he wouldn't change, and harm her? "Spread your legs Cinnamon, I want to see your cunt. I know it's wet, and aching for my fingers," Darryl said, firmly. Afraid not to do exactly as he says, Cinnamon spreads her legs. Darryl looks down at the sweet petals with a wicked grin. He moves his hand from her breast to her pussy, taking two fingers, shoving them deep inside of her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Cinnamon moaned, biting her lip. Leaning over her, Darryl whispers, "I know what you like, I've watched you. I know how hard you cum thinking about my fingers fucking your cunt. Well, angel, now they are. How does it feel? How does it feel to be finger fucked by your man?" "Darryl, it... it feels so good," Cinnamon moans, biting her lip as she looks up into his eyes. "I know it does," he replies, his thumb moving to her clit, teasing her by rubbing it gently. "Ohhhhhhhh, Darryl, rub me. That feels so good, please," Cinnamon begs, looking down at her pussy as his big fingers fuck it so good. The smell of sex begins to fill the air, as her juices begin flowing. "Do you see, Cinnamon? What you've done to me?" Darryl asks, taking Cinnamon's hand, placing it on his crotch. His cock is painfully erect, and straining against his fatigues. Cinnamon, awkwardly, unbuttons and unzips Darryl's fatigues, freeing his thick cock. His free hand takes hers, wrapping it around the thick, throbbing shaft. "Mmmmmm, stroke my cock, Cinnamon. Make sure I'm nice and hard. I've been waiting a long time to fuck a cunt as hot as this one," Darryl moans. His fingers continue to work her pussy hard, making her grind against his hand, looking up into his eyes. He knows exactly what it takes to make her cum, and he's going to force her beg. "Darryl, please. Suck. Suck my nipples. I... I need you," Cinnamon pants, aching to cum. A sly grin crosses Darryl's face. He knows he has her right where he wants her. Cinnamon closes her eyes as his lips latch onto her nipple, licking and sucking it hard. Her small hand holds his bald head to her breast. "Darryl, finger me, harder, oh, I.... I... I need to cum!" Cinnamon screams out, grinding on his fingers. Her tight pussy begins to spasm, squeezing his fingers so hard he thinks they might break as she cums. Her sweet, hot girl cum coats his big fingers as he bites her nipples. Her tender body, so sensitive now. "Darryl," Cinnamon panted. He knew. He knew how sensitive her pussy was, and slowly, pulled his fingers out of her. "Yes, my angel?" "I.... I'm really sensitive after I cum," Cinnamon admitted , shyly. "I know you are, that's why, now, you're going to suck my cock," Darryl replies, grinning. Moving down, he has to have one taste of her sweet pussy before he fucks her mouth. Dipping his tongue deep into her hot tunnel, he tasted Cinnamon's desire for the first time. Her petite body began to squirm, almost unable to stand the sensation. It was everything she knew it would be. Having never had her pussy eaten before, this was the most heavenly thing that she had ever experienced. His tongue lapped at her petals, and teased her throbbing clit. Panting, she could finally take no more. She pushed Darryl's head away from her pussy. Looking down into his eyes, she became so aroused by seeing his face covered with her pussy juice. Moving up, he kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her sweet cum. Cinnamon sucked his tongue hungrily, needing to be close to him, craving this intimacy. "Now," Darryl said, moving up, slapping his cock against her soft lips, "You're going to show me how good you can suck cock." Cinnamon opened her mouth, licking and kissing the thick head. Looking up at him with her angelic eyes, she slowly, began to take the thick shaft into her throat. "Yeah baby, oh, fuck, that's good!" Darryl moaned, hotly, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair. So pleased that she was pleasuring him, Cinnamon began to suck harder, moving her soft hands to his cum-heavy balls. He began to pump her mouth harder, grunting as his cock gets sucked for the first time in years. Reluctantly, he pulls Cinnamon's mouth from his cock. "I'm too close, and I want my first load in your pussy," Darryl says, grinning wickedly as he pins Cinnamon down on the bed. "Darryl, please. I... I'm not on the pill. You can't cum inside of me," Cinnamon begs. Turning her face to his forcefully, he holds her face firmly in front of his. "Get one thing straight Cinnamon, you belong to ME now. If I want to cum in your pussy, I will. I will do what I want, and you will serve me. Do you understand?" Trembling, Cinnamon knows she has no choice. "Yes, I... I understand," she replies softly, beginning to cry. Darryl positions his cock between her tender folds, grinning wickedly as he looks into her eyes. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," Darryl grunts, thrusting hard into her pussy, ripping right through her hymen. "DARRYL!!!" Cinnamon screams out in pain. Her cries are muffed by his mouth, forcing her to kiss him as he takes her. His cock spears in and out of her tight, de-flowered pussy. His thrusts are violent and urgent. He has gone without way too long. Feeling how heavy his balls are against her ass, Cinnamon knows when he does cum, he'll fill her full. After such a long time without sex, Darryl knew he wouldn't be able to last long. His strong hands hold Cinnamon's arms down on the bed, kissing her deeply, hungrily as he cums. Grunting against her soft lips as he fills her womb full of seed. One, two, three, and finally four huge loads shoot deep into her virgin pussy. So much seed, it flows out onto her creamy thighs. As Darryl's orgasm begins to subside, his grip on Cinnamon's arms weakens. Slowly, he pulls out of her, smearing his cum covered cock on her belly, grinning down at her as she trembles. He walks into the bathroom as Cinnamon lays there trembling, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Walking back in, he takes a small towel, cleaning her sore pussy. "You served me well, tonight, Cinnamon- just as you will every night," Darryl said, a little softer now, as he gazes down at her. Seeing her trembling, knowing she's scared, he climbs back into bed with her, pulling her small body close to his. "This is your reward, Cinnamon. I will hold you every night, as long as you wish, after taking you any way I see fit." Darryl knew how much Cinnamon needed to be held. He grinned to himself as she eagerly snuggled in close to him, remembering how he watched her snuggle up with her pillow after masturbating- saying his name as she drifted off to sleep. Sleep. He knew that would be just around the corner for Cinnamon. She was exhausted before he kidnaped, but now, she was barely conscious. As his strong hand caressed her back, she finally stopped trembling. Laying there in his arms, sleep finally found Cinnamon. "Sleep well, Angel. For tomorrow, you will serve me well once more," Darryl whispered, grinning wickedly. Welcome Home, Soldier I don't remember much about the plane ride from Iraq to Germany. I was heavily sedated. In fact, my memories of being in the army hospital there are very blurry as well. I'm not even sure how long I was there. I knew that I still had all of my limbs though, and I was thankful for that. Many of the guys weren't that lucky. My hands were severely burned from yanking the door open on a burning ATV to pull out one of my fellow soldiers after a roadside bomb went off under them. One side of my face and neck were burned as well, from the secondary explosion. After I got home, it was embarrassing. I couldn't do anything for myself. My hands were bandaged and useless. The only family I had left was my little sister. She'd just turned nineteen when it happened, and had her own apartment. She didn't hesitate to take me in, insisting to the people at the Veteran's Hospital that she could take care of me. I wanted out of that hospital badly, and she knew it. I loved her for doing that for me. Her boss was great too. He would let her run home every three hours or so to check on me. It was embarrassing enough when the army nurses had to do certain things for me, but let's be honest, having your little sister do everything for you . . . and I mean "everything", is way off the charts of embarrassing. If you ever doubt that, just ask your sister to wipe your ass for you after you take a dump. The rest of it was nothing compared to that. She fed me, dressed me, bathed me, and did everything else for me that one can't manage without the use of his hands. The only thing that made it bearable at all was the knowledge that it wouldn't last forever—that I would eventually regain the use of my hands after the bandages were removed, and after a lengthy period of physical therapy. When you're on that many medications, you don't really realize what they're doing to you—how they alter the way you feel both mentally and physically. But as the days passed, my meds were slowly reduced. My bandages didn't need to be changed as often, and I began feeling like my old self again. The most obvious evidence of that was when I began getting boners. Tina pretended not to notice. I could tell that she didn't want me to feel awkward about it. But then one morning I had a wet dream. I juiced up my pajama bottoms pretty good hehehe. Hey, it had been a long time. It didn't have time to dry before Tina came in to take me to the bathroom for my morning pee. She noticed. I'm sure of that, but she didn't say anything. That night was bath night. We only did that once every three nights. The other times, she'd just sponge me off with a washcloth. The most difficult part was my hair. We couldn't take a chance on the water getting under the bandages on my cheek and neck. I'd have to tilt my head just right while she washed it and then rinsed it with a shower extension and a tiny trickle of water. I had a semi-hardon the whole time, but again Tina pretended not to notice. She shocked the shit out of me the next night though. She'd just given me a very quick sponge bath before helping me into a clean pair of pajama bottoms. During the walk to my bedroom, my dick found the opening in the front and poked out to lead the way. Tina was behind me and couldn't see it, but I knew there was going to be no hiding it when I got into bed. But even with me lying flat on my back with my erection sticking out of my pajamas, Tina didn't seem to even notice—or if she did, she did a great job of hiding it. But she hadn't pulled the sheet up yet either. She peeked under the bandages on my cheek and neck, "Tomorrow, we're going to take these off and let your wounds get some air. Then they will start to heal quicker." "And my hands?" "No, I'm sorry, sweetie. You heard the doctor. He wants to wait another couple of weeks. He's still afraid of infection." I sighed, "Yeah, I know" "Bobby, since we cut down on the meds, you're feeling better. I can tell. And sweetie . . . it's okay. Don't worry. I understand." And with that, she stood up and pulled her nightshirt over her head. I couldn't believe it. Tina is a bit on the chunky side, but she has awesome tits. My semi erect dick sprang to full attention. Seconds later, she began tugging down my pajamas. And then she eased her hands around my hard cock and began slowly stroking it. I was watching in wide-eyed amazement, but she wasn't looking at me. Her attention was focused on the task at hand—in hand, to be more precise. No more than a minute later, I was coating everything in gobs of cum, my chest, my stomach, her hand and wrist. When my cock began to shrink in her hand, she winked at me and said, "My, my, I'd say you were long overdue for that." I managed a nervous chuckle, "ya think?" Tina just grinned and released my dick. "I'll get a washcloth". When she returned, she began cleaning me up. While she was pulling my pajamas back up, she looked me right in the eyes and smiled. "You know, sweetie, even when we take the bandages off of your hands, you're going to have to be very careful with them—infection and all—and it's going to take a lot of rehab before you can use them." I just nodded, so she continued, "I'm guessing it's going to be at least a couple of months before you'll be able to . . . take care of yourself." And then she giggled, removing any doubt about what she meant. "I think once a day should keep the wet dreams away. Don't you?" Before I could respond, she got up, grabbed her nightshirt from the floor and left. I was laying there in shock. I couldn't believe what had just happened—what she'd just said. My little sister was going to jack me off every day. Holy Shit! ~~~~~~ The next day was Saturday, and Tina was going to take me out to her favorite watering hole that evening. I didn't want to go. How could I? I couldn't hold a glass, and I damn sure couldn't go to the men's room without help. "You go and have a good time. I'll be okay." I protested enough that she finally relented. She wasn't gone very long—no more than a couple of hours. I was still watching TV when she came home. It's amazing what one can learn to do with their toes. Tina had taped the remote to a board and then taped the board in a standing position to the coffee table with the other end tucked under the edge of the couch. It provided the perfect angle for me to both see it and reach it with my toes. And it wouldn't slide around on me while I was changing channels. "I'm going to get me a beer, you want one?" she said as she headed into the kitchen. "Beer through a straw?" I chuckled loud enough for her to hear, "I think I'll pass." But when she got back, she had two bottles of Coors Lite. "You don't have to use a straw." She said, plopping down beside me on the couch. After she'd given me a long drink from the bottle, I told her "You're getting pretty good at that." "Well don't get too used to it. You're going to be back to normal in no time. And believe me, the minute the doctor says you're ready, I'm going to expect you to work very hard to get your hands back in shape. I'm going to tell the physical therapist to work you so hard you'll beg for mercy." "Sis, I . . ." "I know, sweetie. This can't be easy on you, but just hang in there. You're going to be back to normal in no time." I turned to look her in the eyes "You're really something. You know that don't you? How many sisters would--" "Please don't, Bobby. Let's just get through it." And then she seemed to force herself into a brighter mood. Her face lit up and she giggled. "What?" "Nothing. I was just thinking that some things aren't all that bad." And she showed me a very naughty look. "Sis, just how much have you had to drink tonight?" She let out a naughty giggle as she put the bottle to my lips again. And then, just as I was swallowing, she purred, "Enough that I'm really looking forward to what I'm going to do to you later." I'm not sure if she tipped the bottle up a little too much, or whether I would have gagged and spat beer out all over the place anyway, but I did, and she laughed out loud through it all. Just as I was getting myself back under control, she let her hand slide down to my lap, giving my growing cock a firm squeeze. "ummmmm, I'm not the only one looking forward to it, huh?" Before I could say anything, she had my cock sticking out the hole in the front of my pajamas and was squeezing and massaging it. With her other hand, she put the beer bottle back to my lips. "Just drink up and relax, sweetie. Let nurse Tina take care of you." And then she giggled wildly. An hour and three beers later, she was still just holding my cock in her hand and teasing it with a squeeze now and then. "You're driving me crazy. You know that, don't you?" She giggled again. "Yes. That's exactly what I'm trying to do. You don't like it?" "Of course I do, but . . ." "But what? Don't tell me you're in a hurry for it to be over. I'm sure not. I just like the way it feels. If I had one, I'd be doing this to it all the time. I could do it whenever I want." I'm not sure if it was the beer or the fact that she had me so horny I was about ready to explode all over both of us that made me say "Then consider it yours." Tina looked at my cock and then cut her eyes up to mine. She got a devilish grin on her face. "Really?" "Sure, why not. Just consider it payment for all of the other stuff you have to do for me." "Mmmmmm, I like that. I like that a lot, knowing that it's mine and I can do whatever I want with it anytime I want . . . mmmmm, I like that a lot." "Just remember though, you're the one who has to clean up the mess, so unless you want to have to clean the couch and carpet and both of our clothes, you'd better go easy on it right now." Tina gave me one more long drink. Then she sat the bottle aside and slid to the floor, immediately tugging my pajama bottoms down and off. She pushed my t-shirt up my chest and then eyed it, "um, I don't think it's safe—not if last time was any indication." And then she giggled again and pulled it carefully over my head and free of my hands. When I was totally naked, she gave me another drink before forcing my knees apart so that she could kneel between them. She used two hands on me, even though my cock isn't large enough to require that. After only a few seconds though, she jumped to her feet and ran out of the room, returning shortly with a washcloth and towel. Kneeling between my legs again, she pulled her shirt over her head and immediately unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. "mmmmm" she purred as she rubbed her breasts over my thighs, cock and balls. Finally, she slid her fingers around it and began stroking it in earnest. Seconds later, I arched my hips and she knew it was time. She gripped me harder and stroked faster, letting out another "mmmmmm" when cum began shooting out onto my chest and abdomen. It was a long time before she released my cock, but instead of reaching for the washcloth, she ran her hands over my chest and collected as much cum as she could. And then her hands were on my shrinking cock again, smearing cum all over it, over my balls, and into my pubic hair. "mmmmmm" she moaned softly as she seemed delighted by the feeling of the messy slickness. After cleaning me up with the washcloth, Tina seemed anxious to get me dressed again and into bed. I found out why a few minutes later when I heard moans coming from her bedroom. As I listened, her passion grew and I knew that she was playing with her pussy. A short while later, I heard her let out a strained "uuggg" and then everything was quiet. For the next several days, that became the routine. When I was in bed, Tina would jack me off and then spend a long time playing with my cum, smearing it all over my cock and balls as it shriveled up. And afterward, I would hear her moaning in her room and know that she was masturbating. I looked forward to that almost as much as her jacking me off. ~~~~~~ I kept protesting, but this time Tina wouldn't take no for an answer. It was Friday night and she wanted to take me with her to the bar. She assured me that she had already made arrangements for when I needed to use the bathroom, but she didn't tell me the specifics. I finally agreed, but on the condition that she would put bandages back on my cheek and neck to hide my burns. I wasn't ready to face the world with those yet. I was nervous about the whole thing, but the minute Tina began introducing me to her friends, I began to relax immediately. There were eight of them, two men and the rest women. They were sitting at a long table in the middle of the small club. When they saw us come in, they all stopped what they were doing and waited for Tina to introduce us. During the introductions, an older man came over and grabbed my forearm with both of his hands. Tina introduced him as Gary, the owner of the bar. He squeezed my arm and shook it, careful not to touch my bandaged hand. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Bobby. Consider my place yours." "Well, thank you, sir." I said with a blush. He looked me squarely in the eyes and said in a lower more serious tone, "No, son. Thank you." I got a lump in my throat and I don't think I could have spoken if I'd known what to say, so I just nodded. I didn't know until Tina told me later that Gary had given our waiter instructions that my drinks were on the house. And then she told me that he had been in Viet Nam, and had been a POW for two years. I suddenly got the feeling that it should have been me buying his drinks, instead of the other way around. I couldn't imagine what he'd gone through, but I was sure that it was worse than what I was going through now. The booze flowed freely. I was drinking Jack Daniels and coke because I could drink that through a straw. It really wouldn't have mattered though, because every time I leaned forward to take a drink, one of the girls on either side of me would lift my glass to make it easier. I can't remember ever dancing so much in my life. After Tina took me to the dance floor the first time, the other women at the table, and some who weren't, kept asking me to dance. On the slow songs, I would simply drape my arms over their shoulders and they would put their hands on my sides. They had to lead, but none of them seemed to mind. I put off going to the bathroom for as long as I could, but when I couldn't stand it any longer, I finally told Tina. She got up immediately and found Gary, said something to him, and then returned to me. While she was escorting me to the men's room, Gary was standing at the door, preventing several men from going in. When the last one came out and it was unoccupied, he held the door open for me. Tina led me to the urinal, lowered my pants and then waited while I relieved myself. After shaking me a few times to keep from getting my underwear wet, she pulled my pants back into place and went to wash her hands. "When we go back out there, aren't you going to feel a bit . . . I don't know--" Tina just smiled at me and gave me a peck on my good cheek. "No, I'm not, and neither should you." I kept mentioning to Tina that she should go easy on the booze, but she didn't. It was obvious to all that she was in no shape to drive. Four of the girls were together, so two of them got in the car with us, and the other two followed in their own car. Barb drove us with Tina in the passenger seat giving her directions. Glenda got into the backseat with me, and I got the feeling early on that the whole thing had been prearranged. Glenda had been the one tending to my drinking needs most of the night and more than once, her hand had found my thigh. Even before the car began to move, Glenda slid over next to me and kissed me at the same time her hand moved boldly to my crotch. Seconds later, my pants were undone and she lowered her mouth to my growing cock. It was only a five minute drive from the bar to Tina's place, and with the amount of alcohol I'd consumed, that wasn't enough time for Glenda to finish me off, even though she was very talented. She seemed to have no problem totally engulfing my seven inches. And she didn't seem to be in any hurry. I wondered if she knew how little time we had. Barb and Tina were laughing and giggling about something in the front seat the whole time, but I wasn't concentrating on what. I did get the distinct impression that they, or at least Tina, knew what was happening in the backseat though. She seemed to be making a concerted effort not to glance back at us. That changed when we pulled up in front of Tina's apartment house though. Barb put the car in park and got out. When the dome light came on, Tina turned around and showed me a wide smile. And even when Barb closed the door and the dome light went off, the security light had the inside of the car fairly well illuminated, and with Glenda to one side of me, her ear against my stomach, I had no doubt that Tina had a clear view of the proceedings. Tina looked down and knotted her brow and licked her lips before saying, "ummmm, you go girl. Suck that big cock." My eyes shot open when Glenda pulled her mouth off of me just long enough to reply, "You don't have to tell me twice." And with that said, she quickly slid her mouth down on me until her lips met my pubic hair. She just stayed there, her tongue licking my balls. When Tina said, "Gawd yes, deep throat that fucking cock." I lost it. My hips arched up, forcing me even deeper down her throat. And then I grunted and began shooting my cum into her belly. The whole time, Tina kept saying things like, "Fuck yes, give it to her, Bobby." And "Take it, Glenda. Take all of it. Swallow his hot cum." Glenda never backed off an inch. She forced herself to keep my cock fully down her throat as I bucked my hips up with each spurt. When I was spent, and my cock began to shrivel in her mouth, Glenda sucked it and licked it a few more times before awkwardly buckling my pants back into place. When satisfied, she raised up and kissed me on the lips and said, "Welcome home, soldier." And then she giggled and got out of the car. Tina got out too and gave Glenda a tight hug. "Thanks, hon." ~~~~~~ It was a little after eleven when we got inside, but instead of helping me undress; Tina went straight to the kitchen and made us both a highball. "Don't you think you've had enough?" "Enough for what?" She teased. "Well, I know you've had enough to do what you did out in the car a few minutes ago." She shot me a naughty grin. "I didn't do anything. Glenda did all the work . . . and from where I was sitting, it looked like both of you enjoyed it. I know I did." "Yeah, I could tell." I chuckled as we sat on the couch. She put the glass to my lips and I took a sip, then coughed suddenly. It was almost pure whiskey. "Holy shit, sis, are you trying to kill me?" "I didn't plan to watch. I was going to get out and leave you two alone." "Then why didn't you?" I watched her take a big gulp of her drink and then shudder. She'd obviously made hers as strong as she did mine. Then she shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I was just . . ." "You were just what?" She pondered that while she took another drink and gave me one. "Promise you won't freak out?" I nodded and she looked away while saying "Jealous—maybe—shit I don't know." "Jealous." I repeated somberly. And then she turned her head and looked at me. "Yes, jealous." I sat there letting her words soak in. I knew it had to be the alcohol talking. She couldn't really mean it. She couldn't really be jealous of a girl giving me a blowjob, especially since she had obviously arranged it in the first place. "Then why did you put Glenda up to doing it?" She shrugged again, then sat silent for a few seconds before saying in barely more than a whisper, "Because I wanted you to have something special tonight, and I was afraid you'd freak out if I did it myself." And then she jerked her eyes to the floor off in the distance. "Fuck, I can't believe I just said that out loud." Welcome Home, Soldier After a long minute, I said "Like I said earlier. I think you've had a little too much to drink." "Or not enough." She said as she put her glass to her lips and gulped down the remainder of its contents without stopping. And then she got up and helped me to my feet. "We'd better get you ready for bed." When we were in my bedroom and she was taking off my clothes and helping me into my pajamas, it was even more awkward than it had been the first time. Of course, the first time, and many times after that, I'd been on pretty heavy medication. But I wasn't now. After I was in bed, she kissed me on the cheek and left, but instead of going to her room, I heard her in the kitchen. I could clearly hear the clanking of ice cubes and I knew she was making herself another drink. As my mind started to replay the events in the car, and Tina's confession a few minutes ago, my dick began to stir. I knew she was just drunk, but still. It was about ten minutes later when my door cracked open, but only a few inches. "Bobby?" "Yes?" "Would you have freaked out?" "Probably . . . but not in a bad way." "Really?" "Yes, really." "Good." And she closed the door. A few seconds later, I heard the clanking of more ice. Somehow, I managed to force the whole thing out of my mind long enough to go to sleep, but I woke up a while later with an urgent need to pee. I glanced at the clock and it was almost one. I kicked off my sheet and rolled out of bed. I stood at the door and called out, "Tina", hoping that she wouldn't be passed out and not be able to hear me. When she opened my bedroom door, she was still dressed, so I told her that I needed to pee. As always, she pulled my pajama bottoms down and stepped back while I relieved myself into the toilet. But this time, when she eased her fingers around my dick to shake it for me, it sprang to attention. I tried to apologize, but she was giggling too loudly to hear. "I think he wants some more lovin tonight, huh?" She asked, still giggling. She was drunker than I'd ever seen her. She must have been drinking the whole time I was asleep. Before I knew what was happening, she was on her knees, her hands on my hips, forcing me to turn around. And then her mouth was on me, her tongue licking my hard cock. What she was doing felt great, but there was something more—the fact that she was my sister—that my sister was sucking my cock. I just couldn't get over the amazement of it. And when I came, my gawd. I've watched porn movies and seen the women on there do things with a man's cum, but Tina put them all to shame. She pulled back and let some of it shoot into her mouth, onto her extended tongue, and then took the rest on her face. When she was convinced that she'd milked it all from my cock, she teased her fingers in it, smearing it over her lips, licking it from her fingers. Before swallowing it, she put my cock back in her mouth and rolled it around in its own cum. I was going absolutely bonkers watching her. When she was done, she sat back on her heels and grinned up at me. "Well, are you freaked out?" I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled down at her for a minute. Finally, I managed to say, "Wow, now that's what I call a blowjob." She was giggling as she got to her feet. And then she looked me right in the eyes and said, "Nah, I can do better. I'll show you next time." "Next time?" "You do want a next time, don't you?" "Uh, well sure." She giggled again as she motioned me out of the bathroom, "I think one a day will keep the hand jobs away, don't you?" Welcome Home, Soldier I was finally going home. After a year in Iraq, I was going home to my beautiful wife. Little did I know that not only had the war changed me, but my home life would change too. Genneveve, or Gennie as everyone called her is 11 years younger than me. At 38, I marveled at the fact that she still didn't look a day over 25. Standing 5-7 with coal black hair contrasting with her nearly translucent smooth white skin, the contrasts didn't stop there. Every bit a woman, she acted like a young virginal girl in the bedroom, until she was close to cumming, then she turned into the dirtiest mouthed whore you've ever heard. Gennie's tit's are not large but they jut out and stand proud like an 18 year old girl, and her bee stung pink puffy nipples tend to make a grown man salivate when he first sees them. Her flaring hips, and rounded butt, taper down to long shapely legs, which stay that way from frequent trips to the gym. Gennie is hot. After a 20 hour flight home, a week spent following painted lines throughout processing, and a four hour flight back to my hometown, I walked up the jetway and out to the baggage area where Gennie greeted me like we were home alone in our bedroom. Jumping up and wrapping those legs for days around my waist, her pussy mashed into my thickening cock and immediately I detected two things: My wife wasn't wearing panties, and her pussy was dripping pussy juice, making a rather large, rather noticeable wet spot on my uniform pants. Forcing her tongue into my mouth like she was trying to give me a dental exam, she crushed her two tits into my chest and I could clearly feel her hardened nipples drilling into my skin. After the kiss ended, I was somewhat embarrassed by the spontaneous applause from the rest of the people waiting for their luggage, which was nothing, compared to the huge wet spot I had to wear out of the airport, as we walked to the car. Gennie waited until we got through paying the parking attendant before she flung her hands into my lap and, unzipping my pants, reached in to pull out my already hardening cock. Gennie then leaned over and engulfed my exposed cock like it was on fire, and the only way to put it out, was with her hot wet mouth. Her full lips thinned as she closed them over the flared head. Using her hand to encircle the shaft, she started to suck and jack my cock in earnest. I groaned as less than a minute later I released a year's worth of pent up cum into her mouth. Try as she might, she just couldn't swallow fast enough to get all my cum down her throat. A puddle formed in my lap, as the last spurt entered her hot mouth. She lovingly caressed my cock, then bent further to clean up the puddle with her tongue. As she sat up, I noticed another huge wet spot on my pants. Somehow this one didn't bother me as much. Her belly filled with my cum, she said, " You needed to get rid of that one so you can last longer when we get home". When we pulled into the driveway, she got out of the car and raced into the house. I struggled to my unsteady feet, and got the bags from the trunk before I headed inside. Upon entering the door, I received a shock that caused a triple reaction. First I dropped the bags, then my mouth fell open, and last but certainly not least, my cock got instantly hard. Standing in the middle of the living room, my wife was bare ass naked, but that wasn't what caused my jaw to drop, or create an instant hard on. On both sides of my wife were our next door neighbors, Chris and Tiffany, both of them were nude also. Chris and Tiffany moved in next door a year before I deployed to Iraq. Both in their early twenties, both extremely vivacious, and good looking, they were a hard bodied couple that had both my wife, and I drooling over them each time we saw them. Chris is 6-4 with brown hair, green eyes, a strong jaw line, and a weight lifters body. My wife used to look at him like he was a slice of chocolate cake that she couldn't pass by. Tiffany is sex personified. At 5-1, maybe 100 pounds, her red hair and green eyes would cause any guy to stop what he was doing and stare in lust. Her narrow hips and bubble butt, were not her only man attractors. Tiffany had a large chest with nipples that never seem to disappear, no matter what she was wearing. I hadn't failed to stop and stare every time I saw her before I left. Seeing them bare ass naked, fondling my wife in my living room, was just not the greeting I had expected after a year of abstinence. Chris had his fingers in my wife's pussy, his unbelievably thick 8 inch cock in my wife's tiny hand, as she attempted to pull it off of his body. Tiffany was behind Gennie, and though I couldn't see her body; was clearly naked. Tiffany had her arms around Gennie and had one of her tits in each hand, fondling them and caressing her nipples, as she kissed my wife's neck and looked into my eyes. Being a soldier, and utilizing the army principle of "adapt and overcome", I did just that. Tiffany stepped out from behind my wife in all her naked glory. My eyes first went to her magnificent tits. I estimated that they were at least D cup size, but it was her nipples that got my attention. Brown from the sun, they protruded at least three quarters of an inch from her dollar sized areolas. As my eyes drank in her body, I noticed that she had no tan lines. Her mound, devoid of hair showed pinkness from her obvious state of arousal. The most amazing thing of all, and sight that moved me toward her was her very visible clit. Like her nipples, her clit protruded from the front of her slit by almost an inch. I moved forward toward her, not even realizing I was walking. Tiffany opened her arms, and smiling brilliantly, said: "welcome home soldier." Without a glance at Gennie, I enveloped Tiffany in my arms and kissed her parted full lips passionately. My hands found her full tits as our tongues introduced themselves, and my fingers quickly explored her hardened nipples. Tiffany moaned into my mouth as I pinched and pulled on them, fascinated by their incredible length. Tiffany removed her hands which had been around my neck, and sliding them down my chest, soon found my hard clothing encased cock. Following her example, I released her left nipple and sliding my hand down her flat stomach, found very wet slit. It was at this time that I remembered my wife. Looking over at her I found her on her knees, sucking greedily on Chris' enormous cock. Her tiny mouth looked like it was stretched to the point that her lips would tear. Chris' cock was so wide I thought there was no way for her to deep throat it, like she frequently did to my seven inches. Gennie proved me wrong. I was astounded as I saw her move her face forward until her chin impacted his heavy balls. She paused a full 30 seconds, working on his cock with her throat muscles before sliding her hot lips back to where just the head of his jutting cock, was still a prisoner of her oral fixation. Not neglecting Tiffany, my fingers found her huge clit. It felt like a tiny cock and my thumb and index finger wanked it up and down as if it were a cock. Tiffany's knees buckled, and I lowered her to the floor, all the while continuing my assault on her lips, nipple and clit. Once she was on her back I release her tongue, and moved down to her wide spread legs, wanting to explore her clit and pussy with my mouth. I focused on her oozing honey hole as I shoved my tongue deep inside her, causing her to gasp as her fingers found her nipples, and roughly pulled them. I was like a man finding water in a desert, as my tongue licked and sucked every drop of pussy juice from the folds of her cunt lips. Tiffany was moaning continuously now as my assault on her hole caused her to lift her knees toward her chest and spread her legs wider, allowing deeper access to her tasty pussy. My lips moved up to her enlarged clit, as I eased two fingers into her tight hole. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked on it like a tiny cock, flicking the end of it with my tongue. Tiffany screamed out her orgasm as the muscles in her pussy clamped down on my fingers like a vise. As she came down from the nerve shattering orgasm, I looked over at my wife to see how she was faring. Gennie was just in the act of lowering her steaming pussy onto Chris's angry looking cock when she caught my eyes on her. Her eyes closed and mouth opened wide as the huge cock head parted her pussy lips and lodged firmly into the entrance to her vaginal canal. Continuing lowering her hips, Gennie let out a primal groan as the steely cock buried so far into her pussy the tip of it pushed its way past her cervix and into her womb. Gennie's eyes flew open, as she felt her cervix being forced open, and she paused, welded to his huge cock, before lifting up as she slowly began to ride his tool. Tiffany had recovered enough from her explosive orgasm, to reach between her legs and grasp my head trying to pull my up her body. Not one to disobey orders, I slid across her smooth lean body, and kissed her tenderly, as she reached between us, and guided my cock to the entrance of her tight hole. Tiffany hunched her hips upward, trying to capture my cock within her but I counter maneuver by pulling back, bringing a pleading whine from her throat and a pout to her lips. Just then, I lunged into her plowing deep within her tight pussy, causing her to scream in pleasure and pain as I breached her tight line of defense. "Fuck me, soldier, fuck me hard," Tiffany yelled, as I began to piston up and down inside of her. Tiffany's pussy was the tightest, hottest, and most responsive pussy I had ever felt wrapped around my cock. On every stroke, she would raise her tight bubble butt off the floor to meet my forward thrusts. Her willingness, and can do attitude would surely earn her a medal if she were in the army. I lifted her legs until her knees were touching her chest, and grabbing a handful of each ass cheek, I started to slam my cock into her as I felt the cum rise in my balls. Tiffany was cumming. Not just once, but continuously. Her orgasms ripped through her body, getting more and more intense as one faded and the next hit. The vise that was her pussy, refused to let my cock go as I finally began blasting her womb with artillery salvos of hot, sticky cum. I felt her go limp in my arms, as I crushed her beneath my exhausted body. I look deep into her eyes, to confirm she was alright, and noticed her beautiful flame, red hair, plastered to her forehead from her exertions. As my cock when soft, I rolled off of her, and she appeared fixed to the floor, as a combination of cum and pussy juice oozed out of her abused slit. I turned toward my wife and Chris, who were both screaming, as they reached simultaneous orgasms. Gennie was ridged, as she slammed down on to his cock, and her orgasm tore at her sanity. Chris screamed out his victory, pumping load after load of bubbling hot cum, into my wife's womb, while torturing her tits in his vise like hands. After our ability to reason returned, we moved slowly, together, to the living room sofas. Cocks dribbling the last vestiges of cum, abused pussies oozing out a mixture of cum and pussy juice, we flopped down onto the sofas. I buried my fingers into Tiffany's well fucked hole as she grasped my cock. Looking at my wife, I said; "So what was this all about? Not that I'm complaining." She just smiled, as the other two were, and said: "We decided to do this last week after Chris's cock filled my pussy with cum and Tiffany recovered from my tongue. Welcome home warrior, welcome home." I knew right then that the wait had been worth it, and that I was on a new field of battle. One that was infinitely more pleasurable, and later, about nine months, would start a life, rather than costing any. Welcome Home, Soldier Boy Derek couldn't stand the sight of his empty house anymore and he had only been home an hour. So he grabbed his keys and drove to the nearest bar. The place was packed but he managed to wiggle his way through the crowd and up to the bar. He looked around and thought to himself that maybe this was going to be a better night than he had originally thought. There were four female bartenders and two male bartenders, all wearing some variation of red, black, and white. One of the females came and stood in front of him. "What can I get for you soldier boy?" She asked looking at Derek who was still dressed in his army fatigues. Derek looked the girl up and down. She was wearing a black pleated skirt that hit maybe mid thigh, a white button down shirt that was unbuttoned and tied in a knot under her breasts. She had on a red lace bra that you could see plenty of along with ample cleavage and a black tie hanging between her breasts and half way down her stomach, almost pointing to her belly button ring. She had curly brown hair pulled up in a pony tail and beautiful brown eyes. After a few seconds of checking her out Derek responded, "What do you suggest?" She smiled and replied "Well that depends. Are you drinking to relax, forget something or someone, or to just plain get wasted?" Derek smiled and thought for a minute before answering, "Just to relax for now." "Well then I suggest beer or a mild mixed drink." "Beer is fine thanks." "What kind?" "What do you drink?" "Well if I'm drinking beer it's usually bud light. But I know a lot of people like Sam Adams, and Heineken & Land Shark is both popular." "Bud light it is." "Bottle, can or draft?" "Man, you ask a lot of questions. Bottle is fine." "I've got to make sure I give you exactly what you want." Kylie smiled at the man and reached in the cooler and grabbed his bottle of bud. She took the cap off and slid it to him. "Let me know when you are ready for another one." Derek took a long swig of his beer and watched the girl walk down the bar getting drinks for other people. He watched her talk to one of the other girl's bar tending then pick up a bull horn. The whole bar heard her say, "Hey everyone this gentleman here wants to take a body shot off of Abby here. Do you think she should let him?" The whole bar cheered. Derek watched as Abby climbed up and lay down on the bar. He watched closely as his bartender poured a shot in and over Abby's belly button then the guy she had pointed to stood up and sucked the liquor off of Abby's stomach. The bar erupting in cheers again as they watched. He laughed as Abby climbed off of the bar and wiped her stomach off. As Kylie kept making her way down the bar getting people their drinks and pouring the shot on Abby's stomach she kept looking down the bar at the soldier who had sat down there. He was handsome in his army fatigues with his short brown kind of spiky hair and brown eyes. He was about 5'11" and weighed about 185 pounds she would guess. Something about his eyes was disturbing her though. Kylie watched him take one last swig off of his beer so she made her way back down to him. "Need another soldier boy?" "Why don't you have a name tag on? What if I left and you were in the bathroom and I wanted to leave you a tip or something?" Kylie laughed then said, "The boss thinks that it is safer if the customers don't know our names. But mine is Kylie." She stuck her hand out to shake his. So Derek reached his hand out and shook Kylie's. "Well it's nice to meet you Kylie, I'm Derek. I do need another drink but I want to know something first. What would you have given me if I was trying to forget something or just trying to get wasted?" "Well if you were trying to forget someone or something I would have started you with a couple shots then have kept the strong mixed drinks coming. If you just wanted to get wasted I would have just kept giving you shots." Derek laughed "Man you really know your stuff. I'll just take another beer for now though." Kylie handed him another beer then worked her way down the bar again. Derek finished his drink and flagged Kylie down. "Hey how much do I owe you?" "It's on the house soldier boy. I refuse to charge some one who comes in here in there uniform. I figure they risk there lives fighting to keep us free the least I can do is give them free drinks." Derek smiled at Kylie and said, "Well thank you. I wish all people thought like you do." Kylie smiled back and said, "Ahhh so you are trying to forget someone." She turned around and poured a drink and slid it across the bar to him. "Drink a few of those. It's one of my favorite drinks and it will help you forget." Derek took a drink noting that it was a bit strong, but he really didn't care. He sat there in a daze, sipping his drink, as he finished it and sat the glass down a new one slid in front of him. He looked down the bar and saw Kylie smile and wink at him. Kylie watched the clock grabbing her keys and cashing out her drawer as the clock struck midnight. She had opened the bar up that afternoon which meant her shift ended earlier than everyone elses. She climbed over the end of the bar and walked through the crowd; she came and stood behind Derek's chair. She cleared her throat then said, "Give me your keys soldier boy." Derek turned around on his stool slowly. He looked at Kylie, "And why should I do that?" "I know how much liquor I put in those drinks, therefore I know that you are in no shape to drive." "And just how am I going to get home if I give you my keys?" "I guess I will have to call you a cab or take you home myself , if you can even give me directions to your house that is." Derek smiled and fished the keys out of his pocket, knowing he was semi hard and that Kylie could see that as she watched him get his keys. He handed them too her and stood up and followed her as she made her way through all the people out the door and to her car. "Get in soldier boy." Kylie said as she unlocked her doors and got in the car herself. Derek got in the car with Kylie and gave her very specific directions on how to get to his house. 15 minutes later they pulled up in front of his house and he turned to Kylie and smiled as he said, "See I told you I wasn't that drunk." Kylie laughed as she handed Derek his keys. "Well either way I think I can give these back to you since your car is still at the bar and I know you can't go anywhere now." Derek looked down at the keys then at Kylie. "Do you want to come in for a minute Kylie?" Kylie looked around then put the car in park and turned it off. "Sure, why not." She climbed out of the car and waited for Derek to lead the way up to the door. He unlocked it and stepped to the side letting her in first. She kicked her shoes off and waited for Derek to lead the way. He turned a light on and walked into the living room. "Make your self comfortable," Derek said then walked down the hall for a minute. Kylie sat down on the couch and picked up a picture frame off of the coffee table that had the glass broken out of it. It was Derek and a very pretty blonde woman. Kylie was still looking at it as Derek came back in the room. She hadn't realized that he had came back until she heard him say, "Oh I meant to clean that up. It fell earlier." Kylie looked at Derek with sympathy in her eyes. "Who was she Derek?" Derek took a deep breath then told Kylie that the woman was his soon to be ex-wife. He hadn't even known anything was wrong until he got the divorce papers the week before he was set to come home. With the papers was a note from his wife that she had already moved out of the house and didn't want to see him when he got home. All she wanted was her clothes and other small things and to be away from him. Kylie was utterly shocked. "Oh Derek I am so sorry." "She never liked being the wife of a military man. She just put up with it, but I thought she had gotten use to it. I was so ready to come home and have her run out to meet me and make love to her all night long. Because let me tell you, you don't get to many moments alone to jack off when you are on duty. So for the last few weeks that was all I could think about, then I got the papers." "It sounds like you deserve better anyways Derek." Kylie could see a shift in his attitude. He stood up and looked at her then said. "I think you should go now Kylie." Kylie stood up too and looked at him. "Why?" "I just ... I need to ... You just need to leave Kylie." "You need to what Derek." "I need to do something that I couldn't possibly ask you to stay and be part of." "Isn't it up to me to decide what I do and don't want to do?" "Kylie please, I need . I need to ..." Derek sighed and looked at Kylie. Kylie knew what he needed. She could see he was rock hard under his pants. If she could help make him forget she wasn't going any where. She untied her top and slid it off and undid her tie, leaving her in her red lace bra and her skirt. "You need what Derek?" Derek sighed again then said, "I'm just going to be blunt and tell you. I need to fuck. I don't need kissing and hugging and sweet passionate love making. I need to fuck and it's going to be hard and rough. I can't ask you to stay and take that." As Kylie stood there and watched Derek and listened to him she slid her black skirt down her long legs leaving her in that red lace bra and matching thong. She walked right up to him and said, "I will decide what I do and don't want to be a part of, and right now all I want is to see your eyes look less haunted." Kylie leaned up and kissed him. Derek pushed her away and with a new almost scary note in his voice he told her to take her thong off and lean over the arm of the couch. Kylie did as Derek told her and turned her head watching him unzip his pants and pull his 8 inch cock out. He walked up behind her and without warning slammed his cock inside of her pussy. It hurt, she wasn't wet yet and he didn't use any lubrication but she said she would do what he wanted. Derek grabbed hold of Kylie's hips and slammed his cock inside of her hard, over and over again. Kylie looked back at him and saw that Derek had his eyes closed. When her hips weren't giving him enough leverage he grabbed her shoulder and just kept thrusting his cock inside of her as hard as he could. He started to mumble something that Kylie couldn't quite make out but he was fucking her with everything in him. All the sudden Derek pulled out of her. When Kylie felt him pressing his cock head against her ass hole she looked back at him and said, "Derek I don't usually do anal." Derek didn't even look at her. He just thrust his hips forward sliding the head of his cock inside of her ass. Kylie whimpered in pain as she heard Derek say, "I'm tired of taking fucking orders." Then, Kylie felt him slam his cock all the way inside her ass hole. She whimpered again the pain searing through her body. He started to fuck her ass hole harder than he had been fucking her pussy which Kylie didn't know was possible. As he fucked her ass hard Kylie heard him say, "Fuck Iraq ... Fuck War ... Fuck my ex wife." Derek grabbed her pony tail and jerked her head back with one hand his other hand still on her shoulder. He rammed into Kylie a few more times before she felt his cock jerk and cum inside her ass hole. When he was finished cumming he slid out of her ass and went and sat in the chair. Kylie stood up and asked, "Derek where is the bathroom?" Derek pointed down the hall and said, "It's the first door on the right." Kylie went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. A few minutes later she came out and removed her bra putting it with the rest of her discarded clothing then went and very carefully sat on the arm of Derek's chair. Her ass very sore from the fucking it had just received. She ran her hand through Derek's hair and asked, "Better now?" "For the moment." Derek replied. "You know soldier boy I really am sorry about your wife leaving you, but she sounds like a bitch. Most women would be proud to have you as their husband. I remember you saying she couldn't put up with it. You need a woman who doesn't just put up with you being a soldier but is proud to tell all of her friends that her husband is a soldier out fighting for our country and our freedoms. A woman who runs out to meet you when she sees you come home and understands your need to just fuck before you can actually make love to her." Derek looked at Kylie as she talked and knew she was right and caught himself wondering if she could be the type of woman to be proud to have him as a husband. As he looked at her and her naked body, though, his animalistic need to just fuck came back. He did manage to smile at her and say thank you but then he looked at her and said, "Kylie suck my cock." Kylie smiled as she climbed on her knees in front of him. She wrapped her hand around his cock and started to stroke him as she bent down and flicked her tongue across his head. She circled his head with her tongue a couple times and licked his pee slit before taking his head in her mouth. She sucked him hard going down, taking more and more of him into her mouth. His head hit the back of her throat when she got about 7 inches in her mouth. She kept her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and started to suck him up and down. Slow and soft then hard and fast, she alternated her speeds as she flicked her tongue out against him and gently ran her teeth up and down his cock. She was stroking him the whole time she was sucking him. With her free hand she reached down and started massaging and squeezing his balls. She tried deep throating him again still only getting 7 inches in. She took a couple deep breaths and swallowed a few times trying again. Derek put his hands on her head pushing her down. As he did this she gagged and pushed back a bit. But her gagging excited Derek and he kept pushing her head down. The more he pushed the more Kylie gagged. Her eyes started to water and her eye make up started to run. It was hard to catch her breath with Derek fucking her face and pushing her head down more and more. She did get all 8 inches in but just kept gagging. But as she did, she kept telling herself that Derek probably wasn't really like this. That his need to just plain fuck was taking over and he probably didn't fully know what he was doing. She kept sucking Derek and squeezing his balls as he kept fucking her face. Before she knew it she felt him jerk again then felt a couple strings of cum slide down the back of her throat before he pulled his cock out of her mouth and came all over her face. As he finished cumming he collapsed back into the chair and didn't even open his eyes to look at her. Kylie got up and went to the bathroom again, washing her face off and fixing her eye make-up. She came out and sat on the edge of Derek's chair again. This time he pulled her onto his lap. He had taken his pants off after he had fucked her pussy and ass but must have taken his shirt off while she had been giving him head. His body was warm against hers. Derek looked at Kylie and said "I'm sorry. I'm not usually like that. I didn't mean to hurt you." "I know," Kylie said as she looked up into his eyes. They didn't look haunted anymore they just looked sad. Derek looked into her eyes and said, "Kylie I know this is a lot to ask but do you think you could be the woman who would be proud to call me her husband?" "Are you asking me to marry you?" Kylie asked kind of shocked. Derek laughed and shook his head. "No, but maybe just be my girlfriend and see what happens. I can see it in your eyes and I can tell by the fact that you are still here that I haven't scared you. Most women would have run the minute I started mumbling while I was fucking you." Kylie laughed then said, "No you don't scare me and yes I will be your girlfriend." Derek hugged Kylie then kissed her. "Good, you can stay the night then we will work on moving your things tomorrow. You know I think I'm ready to make love to you." "Oh really?" Kylie said. Derek gathered her in his arms and carried her off to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and climbed in beside her. He started kissing her softly running his hands up and down her body taking in her beautiful naked body for the first time. He bent down and captured a nipple between his teeth, nibbling on it gently as he sucked on it, massaging both breasts, squeezing them together so he could go back and forth between nipples quickly. He slid a hand down her flat stomach and started to run it up and down her slit, following his hand with his lips. As he got between her legs Kylie spread them open for him, watching him intently as he stuck his tongue out and ran it up and down her slit. Kylie's eyes were soon closed and her body was arching toward him as she moaned. Derek had 2 fingers deep inside her pussy and his tongue was flicking over her clit and circling it. Soon he had his tongue deep inside Kylie's pussy and was using his thumb to rub the bud that was her clit. Kylie's body was quivering as she moaned over and over for Derek. All the sudden Derek heard Kylie saying, "Derek please, I need you inside me now. I need you to make love to me." Derek smiled as he climbed back up Kylie's body kissing up her stomach and sucking on each one of her nipples again before finally kissing her lips. As he kissed her passionately he slid his cock slowly into her pussy, both moaning loudly as he slid all the way inside her. Derek thrust in to Kylie over and over slowly picking up the pace. Kylie had her hands on Derek's back and clawed at him as she raised her hips to meet his every thrust. Derek and Kylie were both moaning almost non-stop as Derek fucked Kylie harder and faster. He could hardly believe that a few hours ago he was moping around about losing his wife and now here he was with an amazingly beautiful girl in his bed fucking the shit out of her. He was pretty sure she was a better fuck than his wife had ever been. Kylie slid one hand between her and Derek and started to rub her clit hard. She could feel her orgasm start to build. It was like Derek knew just how to move to turn her on more and get her even closer to her orgasm. As Kylie's body started to tremble with her orgasm and her pussy clenched tight around Derek's cock she heard him ask between moans and gasps, "Kylie ... are you ... ok ... without ... protection." As Kylie moaned out, "Oh fuck ... DEREK ... I'm cumming." She answered him, "Just cum inside me. I want to feel you cum in my pussy." That was all Derek needed to hear and he came for the third time that night, this time inside Kylie's pussy. When he was finished he collapsed on top of her, both of them trying to catch their breaths. As Derek rolled off of Kylie and they cuddled together, Kylie said, "Maybe it's a good thing your wife left you." "My who? All I remember is you." Derek answered. They both laughed and soon drifted off to sleep. Welcome Home Surprise It was amazing to come home to a house that wasn't freezing. The winter evenings were taking a toll on the family as its chill settled its way into the house. The last few weeks, the heater was broken. The part to replace it was, of course, on backorder and had been on backorder for a few weeks now. After a few phone calls from my wife, the repair man came out and fixed it earlier that day. Finally. It was nearly 8pm when I got home from work. I dropped my bag off in the corner laying my cover on top of it so I knew where to find it in the morning. I hated getting home so late because it means I missed spending the afternoon with my son. The house was indeed quiet which mean he was already in bed. The house wasn't quite a wreck, but our 1 year old son of course likes to add his own decorations here and there across the living room anytime he sees fit. I couldn't help but chuckle. Home was already a great place to be. Our house wasn't grand. It was a decently sized three bedroom and two bathroom brick house with a carport and detached 1 car garage. It needed some work, but my wife made sure it was our home and it felt like a home rather than just a place to rest at night. One wall had a giant fireplace with a timeline of pictures on the mantle. The fireplace was flanked by book shelves. Opposite that wall in the living room led into the dining room. Alone the back wall was two windows and a door leading into one of our two bathrooms. Kind weird, yeah, but it's how the house is laid out. In the center of the room was a sectional couch. These boots weren't the greatest and made my feet a little sore after a long day so I could practically hear the couch cushions calling my name. I walked to the couch and plopped down with a sigh of relief. The weight off of my feet felt amazing. I leaned back and just relaxed. I didn't want to move. I knew I should take off my boots before my wife got onto me for walking through the house with them. I should also get out of my green camouflage utilities because I'll wear them again tomorrow, but they just weren't that uncomfortable to begin with. Besides, both of those things I should do required moving and I wasn't quite up for that just yet. The door to the bathroom stuck a little. You had to really pull on it to get it to open. Again, old house. Word scraped against wood as the door was pulled open, the sound coming loudly from behind the sectional to my right. I turned my head to see my wife walking out. "Hi baby," she greeted. "Just get home?" "Yeah. Just a few minutes ago. Formation was held after for the usual crap that happens at the end of the day. Sorry I missed time with Lex. How did he do?" "He was good, we just played and then he had dinner. I tried to clean up a bit but he wasn't having it. So I let him on the loose and he had a blast running around. Then cleaned him up and put him down." She walked behind me and closed the blinds. It wasn't uncommon for her to close all of the windows to give us our privacy at night. Neighbors are nosey. When she walked around to close the curtains on them, I couldn't help but admire her. Growing up, I'd never been a fan of what some people would call "thick" women. But she changed my mind forever about them. She was my height more-or-less at 5-8. Some days we're about even, usually she's at least a half inch to an inch taller than me. Her brown hair was recently cut and only reached to her shoulders now. Her body was a little bigger than average, but it works for her amazingly. He breasts are a large B or a small C. Her areolas are just smaller than the size of a silver dollar but they get smaller as they get cold. Her nipples are absolutely irresistible when they get hard. She has a long torso which I can't help but run my hands across when I get the chance. But her best feature is probably her ass. It really is a thing of beauty. It's big and it's sexy. It doesn't sag, it's nice and round and, from personal experience, can take a beating. She can't walk passed me without me smacking it lightly or making sure she feels it good. Her thighs are thick, but not too thick. And they feel amazing when she wraps them around me. She's a plus-sized super-model. And she's all mine. That beauty of a wife had herself wrapped up in a towel. It covered her chest, but with her long torso and big butt, I could just make out the bottom of her butt cheeks. Definitely one of the best teases I enjoy. She pulled the curtains closed before turning around. She had that look on her face which meant my pants were about to get tight. Sure enough, she slowly opened the towel to reveal her full body to me. The air was cooler than the steamed up bathroom so her nipples responded quickly tightening up and sticking out. I swear they were begging for a warm mouth to warm up in. Her stomach had a few stretch marks (or tiger stripes as we call them) but didn't take away from her beauty at all. She wore a pair of light blue lacey boy shorts as well. She held the towel over her head and her tits stood there proudly. Like any other normal man would, I did the only thing that I could...I licked my lips. I could feel my pants getting tighter as I started to harden at the sight. She started to walk towards me putting extra sway in her hips. Her steps were slow and she dropped the towel to her side and dragged it behind her with one hand. The other hand started at her thigh and caressed its way up her body before rounding her left breast and traveling back down again. Pants. Very tight. She walked up to where she stood at my knees and bent down to me. Before I closed my eyes for kiss that was about to come, I couldn't resist stealing a glance at her beautiful chest as she bent forward. Her lips were so soft. The kiss was gentle yet lingered seconds more than our usual greeting kiss. She was going to be very mean. She's in that kind of mood. Playful. Teasing. Mean. But mean in the best of way. "You're wearing your boots and that's against the rules." I smiled. I figured the comment would have come sooner or later. "So take them off for me." I replied trailer my hands down her sides. The effect was the same every time and her body broke out in goose bumps which caused her nipples to harden even more much to my visual delight. She dropped the towel in front of her and kneeled on it while going to work on unlacing my boots. She maintained eye contact with me most of the time which was pretty sexy. She struggled with the boots a little and had to fight to get them off jerking them back and forth. I enjoyed the show as her tits bounced back and forth with the motions. When she did the same thing with the other, I couldn't resist leaning forward and pulling her up against me. She was still on her knees with me sitting on the couch so we lined up perfected. I pull her by her butt and pulled her into me between knees. Her body pressed up tight against mine and I kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss with a passion. Our tongues danced and fought while my hands explored up her back, around to her front where they brushed over her hard nipples eliciting a slight moan from her before back down to grab her ass once again. I pulled away from the kiss with a gentle slap on each butt cheek. "What's got you going tonight?" I had to ask. I wasn't about to complain, but it wasn't every night I got this type of greeting. "Well," she started as she came back in and started to kiss my neck, "work was good. Lex was good. The heat is on. I got in a nice long and hot shower that was about to get a little steamier until I heard you come home. And then I saw you in your uniform which you know always turns me on." She was a sucker for a man in uniform. Lucky for me I was in the Marines so I was always wearing a uniform. "Well feel free to continue because I'm not going to stop you." Her hands started to unbutton my blouse while she continued to kiss my neck. She started to bite very gently which she knew was one of my turn ons. She was planning on teasing me to the full extent. I could only hope to find out how far she was willing to take it. She left me with my olive drab shirt on before her hands traveled down my chest to my pants where she immediately found a bulge from my straining member. I hadn't had a chance to adjust so it was a little uncomfortable. She gently kissed my ear before whispering, "Are you sure you want me to keep going? I don't' have to" I swallowed and took a breath. She was making me so hard with her body inches from mine, her warm breath on my neck and the gentle biting she just finished on my neck. "I'm sure." With experienced hands, she unbuckled my belt and started on the buttons of my pants. Once they were open she pulled my pants down a little but left my boxers. The boxers weren't nearly as restrictive so I already felt a little better as far as the pressure was concerned. But then she sat back on her feet and lower her head to my lap. She started to rub her face along the length of my shaft through the material before kissing back down. Then she started to do the gentle biting again. With each little bite I could feel my shaft harden a little. When she got near the sensitive head and did the gentle bite, I wanted grab her by the back of her head, pull my dick out, and shove all six and a half inches into her mouth. But I resisted. Barely. Her hands joined in and slowly started to massage me through the boxers. She continued to gently bite up and kiss down my shaft repeatedly. She pushed me back against the couch cushions and returned to her teasing. She wanted me to sit back and enjoy. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this very much. With her eyes locked on mine, she used one hand to pull the top of my boxers down, the other hand grabbed me and then she gently licked from my sack all the way up to the tip. The site was nearly enough to send me over the edge but I was able to hold back. I think she saw me concentrating hard because she smiled before doing it again. Her hand stroked me long and soft a few times, before she sat up just a little and lined the head of my shaft to her lips. Slowly, making sure I was watching and feeling every glorious inch enter her mouth, she descended. Her mouth was warm and soft. She couldn't take all of me, but she did it so slow and the friction felt so amazing I felt my cock involuntarily flex in her mouth which nearly made me moan out. She was unable to take me all the way, but she can easily take five inches before having to retreat. Her ascent was nearly as slow as her descent and felt every bit as amazing. She proceeded to tease the living hell out of my cock for a good ten minutes. She would hold it with one hand, lick me from base to tip before engulfing me nearly whole, slowly going up and down at varying speeds. Shen she had it nice and wet, she would stroke me with her hands before sucking and licking on my balls. She did the figure eight a few times and nearly set me off but was able to keep me from unloading. I leaned forward and groped her tits because I wanted to feel them in my hands. I kept my right hand on her left breast and moved my left hand to her hair. I knew she loved it when I pulled her hair at the base of her skull so I made sure to get a good handful. With a fair amount of pressure, I pushed her mouth down onto my cock until she couldn't go anymore before pulling her back up. Back down I pushed until she couldn't go any more. I started nice and slow before slowly picking up the pace. I was a little surprised when I only noticed one hand on my lap when usually she has both. Looking down, I could see her other hand disappear between her thighs and her wrist was moving fast as she played with herself. She had never done that before. I didn't realize it at first but my hand had started moving faster and soon I was nearly fucking myself with her mouth. The sound of the suction from her mouth, the feeling of her tongue moving up and down the bottom length of my shaft, being a little more forceful than usual with her than normal, her playing with her clit or possibly shoving two fingers inside of herself, and the fact that she had been teasing me for a half hour with her delicious mouth was too much for me. I could feel my orgasm reaching its threshold and knew there was no turning back. I let go of her hair and told her I was about to come expecting her to pull off and finish me with her hands like she always does while allowing me to come on her face or her body. To my surprise she opened her eyes to meet mine before continuing to suck on me and taking me as far into her mouth as possible. With one last tweak of her nipple which is another of my turn-ons that set me off, I leaned back on the couch and laid my head back and my orgasm washed over me with such forced my toes actually curled. My shaft felt like it grew two sizes and could break a diamond in half as the first spurt of cum came out into my wife's amazing mouth. She moaned as she saw the orgasm ripple through my body and I may have moaned with her had I been able to breathe. As I continued to cum with spurt after spurt into her mouth, she swallowed and swallowed while continuing to move up and down. My sensitivity level raised ten-fold and as she left just the head of me in her mouth my body reacted. It felt amazing but also nearly tickled with the level of sensitivity. Deep she took me again and it felt like pure bliss. Back to just the tip. She continued to suck me dry ensuring she got every last drop. She kept it up until I had already started to soften in her mouth. But it was her mouth. As such, I never softened fully. I continued to stay more than half hard. With a plop, she pulled me out of her mouth and kissed me from base to tip feeling it flex in her hand with every kiss. She laughed at me when she saw my face. I'm sure I had the biggest shit-eaten grin I've ever had before but I didn't care. The orgasm I just had was astounding. During my last deployment, we had numerous conversations about different things that weren't usually in our previous sexual lives and wanted to try and explore. A few times she had told me she was so horny and nearly in heat that she would swallow everything I had to give her if I were just there with her at that moment. I hadn't expected her to do it with the mood she was in. But there she was, having just emptied me, one hand still missing, and a gleam in her eye because she knew she had just rocked my world. I lay there, panting as I came down from my orgasm. With one more kiss to the tip of my cock, she stood up without a word, grabbed the towel, and disappeared further into the house ensuring she kept that sexy sway in her walk the entire way. Just before she got out of sight, she stopped and made sure I was looking. She bent down and slid the boy shorts down her long legs to the floor before stepping out of them. With a wink, she disappeared. I nearly tripped over myself as I stood and tried to walk while stripping my pants off of me. The pants and boxers were first. I hopped through the dining room as I struggled with the socks. The shirt came off last as I searched for my temptress. She was in the bedroom waiting for me. Lying face down directly in the middle of our king size bed was my wife with her feet towards me was my wife. Her beautiful body just lay there. She looked over her right shoulder at me before slowly bring up her right leg to her side with it bent at the knee exposing herself to my eyes and the air from the fan that was on above her. I could see her clean shaven lips from the door and they glistened from her wetness. I walked to the base of the bed before crawling up onto it. Started at the ankle of her fully stretched out leg, I kissed every few inches up along her calf, planted a kiss in the back of her knee which got me a brief giggle from her, and continued my kissing up the back of her thigh. My hands slid up both sides of her leg as I progressed feeling how soft her body was. She smelled amazing from her body soap as well as from the moistness of her sex. I wanted to taste her, but I also wanted to repay the teasing that she performed on me as well. She wasn't the only one who could be cruel and unusual. Back down her leg and back up I continued before moving to the other. The hand on her inner thigh would go as high as possible, barely brush the her lips before moving back down her thigh. With each brief touch, she would try to push her but down to meet my fingers in hopes they would play with her, but I ignored her attempts. I kissed the creases where her butt met the backs of her thighs and then move up along the center of her back, kissing every inch of her spine. To my delight, I knew the space between her shoulder blades to her neck was her zone so I made sure to pay extra special attention to it. I would brush my nose along it as my lips followed with gentle kisses. My hand gently trailed up and down her body. Sometimes I saw goose bumps appear and I imaged her nipples getting hard again. Just to feel, I reached under her body and groped one fully in my hand feeling its wondrous weight. Sure enough, her nipple was hard. The teasing of her and feeling her nipple brought my cock back to full hardness. I pressed my body along hers with my hardness pressed against the crevice of her ass. My hand reached down under her belly and through her legs where I gently played with her lips just around her clit. Very gently, I grazed my fingertips over her. From one lip to the other never allowing the slightest penetration and from top to bottom I continued to tease her. I kissed her neck once again before assaulting her back once more with gentle caresses from my lips and clean-shaven face. "Stop teasing me." She whined. Disregarding her plea, I continued to just tease her. Once, I push my finger between her lips at her opening before trailing it all the way up and over her clit which brought a shudder of pleasure from her beneath me. She tried to capture my finger with her legs but I forced them to stay where they were. With a whine of complaint, she started to grind her ass against my hard shaft. She grabbed it with her ass cheeks before moving her body up and down along me. I was still a little sensitive from the amazing blowjob minutes before, so it felt amazing. I teased her again with my finger barely pushing between her lips and traveling along the length of her lips, she timed it just right and grinded her clit onto my finger. She tried to grind on it some more before I took it away from her but she wasn't fast enough. She pulled her other leg up and moved up onto her elbows where she was effectively on all fours pressed back against me. She grinded against me for a little longer before reaching through her legs to play with herself. I stopped her and she fussed. I could tell she was super horny and had long been ready for pleasure. But it was my turn to tease still but she wasn't having it. She flipped over onto her back and draped one leg over my thighs and the other over my side. She reached down and grabbed at my hip to bring my cock closer to her wet opening. She wanted me to push but I wasn't about to let her win that battle just yet. She pulled at me and tried to close the gap between our bodies by scooting her butt down. "Please." She begged. "Just push." She knew better though. I wasn't done with teasing her yet. While her begging was increasingly sexy and nearly irresistible, what I loved more was the sight and sound of making her squirm until my touch. I reach down between her legs and touched her briefly. With two fingers, I teased her. I pushed in only a fraction of an inch. I felt her accept them easily before trying to grab for more which I didn't allow. I used those two fingers to trail up between her lips and slide up between both sides of her clit. She bucked slightly with sharp intake of breath. Then, I just continued to play with her outer lips. Welcome Home Surprise Getting impatient, she pushed my hand away and replaced it with her. I looked up to find her other hand groping her chest and slightly teasing her nipple. Her nipples are usually very sensitive and only like the attention when she's getting too far to care where the pleasure comes from. That's what I wanted. I wanted to tease her so much that she wanted to be used however I saw fit as long as I got to please her how she needed. With two fingers she plunged them deep into herself and moaned while pushing her head back into her pillow at the pleasure. A second time she pushed deep into herself. On the third time, I teased her clit while she pushed and she bucked again against me. She wasn't allowed to pleasure herself when I was here to tease her and I was more than rock hard and waiting for the right time to push inside of her. I pulled her hand away from her, lifted her leg from my side and moved to where I was above her and between her sexy thighs. I felt them tighten against my side and her legs wrapped around my back as I leaned forward and forced my mouth onto hers while assaulting her tongue with mine. Her breath was quick and ragged along with mine at the intensity of our lust for each other. I reached down between us and eased my cock between the folds of her lips. Then I push my body tight against hers and slowly grinded our bodies together knowing full well that I was placing extra friction against her clit. Long and slow but with lots of force against her, I grinded while we kissed. I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head and holding them there in a bit of dominance. I loved the feeling of holding her down and having my way with her but I also just loved how incredibly sexy she was in that position. I pulled off and admired her body, which really only refueled my lust for this beauty beneath me, before kissing on her neck while I renewed my assault on her click with my shaft. Once, twice, I slipped too low and the head briefly penetrated her, but I pulled back out and with a flex of my cock, move it back up to slide along the her inner folds. Both times she whimpered and fought against my hands that restrained her. I held fast. "Please" she begged quietly. It was quiet but the sound was heavy with hunger. She tried to squirm more to disrupt my grinding in hopes to get me to slide into her, but I moved with her and she wasn't successful. The constant movement of our bodies, and the increasing wetness from her was only making me harder. I was also rock hard because I held her down and got full exposure to her body. "Please," she begged again. That sound is so incredibly sexy I wanted to hear more. "Please what?" I asked whispering into her ear before gently kissing her neck just below it. It was another spot that I knew she licked. "Please push. I need it." She responded huskily while trying to use her body to get me to slip myself inside of her. During the last deployment, we'd also talked about trying out a little dirty talk, but learned it has to be in the right situation or it wouldn't sound right. Neither of us was sexually vulgar. So I decided she was more than horny enough and I was ready to do whatever dirty things to her she asked for. But she would have to say it. I figured I would push her to say what I wanted her to. I pressed against her hard as I grinded my prick against her clit. "You don't understand how amazing you feel right now. How wet you are. I can feel your clit when I press against it it's so hard. I may just have to suck on it for a bit." I had no intention of doing it though I would if she wanted me to. At this point I knew she was too hot for it and if she let me, she would only be allowing herself to be tortured even more. "No!" she begged while pressing against me. She obviously loved the friction as much as I loved it. "Push inside of me. Now!" she begged and tried to command, but I wasn't ready for that just yet. I still needed to hear it. "Tell me exactly what you need." I whispered in her ear before kissing her lobe. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest. I so badly wanted to suck on them. Nibble on them. Bite them if she needed me to. But I waited. Finally, she either understood what I was after or she forgot all restraint and became the dirty girl I knew she could be. "I need you to put your cock into my pussy right now. I need you to fill me up like you know only you can and I need you to not stop pushing, ever." The way she said it was so definite like she needed it above everything else in this world. She fought harder than ever against my hands and I let her go. She pushed me back forcefully and I sat up off of her. She moved to the side and pulled me down hard onto my back into the spot she just occupied. Knowing her next move, as she was straddling me, I grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her full on top of me. She reached down between her legs and spread her lips wide while guiding the head of my shaft into her. With one hard violent thrust, I buried my cock into her slick, tight, velvety pussy. She threw her head back and moaned from half pleasure and half pain from taking the full length of me so fast and quick. I wasn't gentle with that thrust either. When she threw her head back, he breasts bounced and dangled in front of my face. I grazed my face against one and brought it to full hardness once again bring another slight moan from my sexy wife above me. With my hands still on her thighs and hips, I held her on me. She tried to rise up, but I held her there. I pulled her hips just a little forward for the angle I knew drove her crazy and just slowly move her back and forth making her grind against me with me deep inside of her and barely grazing her spot. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest to support her weight but there were too many sensations flowing through her and she couldn't concentrate enough to hold herself up. She collapsed down onto my chest again. I felt her slowly start to rise her hips up drawing me out of her before bring me back deep inside of her. The feeling of her pussy lips massaging my shaft with each rise and fall was amazing. Slowly, she rode me. Up and down she continued. She gathered the strength to lean up and put her weight on my chest with her arms and continued to ride me slowly...so slow it was nearly unbearable. I wanted to grab her hips and take her as fast as my body would allow. But I let her tease herself with my body. Her eyes were closed and each time I filled her up, she moaned softly. Her breath was still short. She slowly started to move faster. The room started to get really warm as our bodies started to sweat. She changed her angle again just a little and I could tell she found her spot again. Her noises where sharper and crisper as if each touch sent electric jolts through her body. The last fraction of an inch where it happened her body jolted hard against me and she grinded harder. Slowly she leaned forward and continued her own personal assault on herself. Her nipples were once again in front of me so I let them brush over my face. They were incredibly hard and the feeling of them made my cock jump inside of her pussy and she felt it immediately. With my hands on her hips I started to meet her rhythm ensuring each time she came down I pushed hard into her. She gasped slightly with each thrust. Reaching down between her thighs, she started rubbing her clit. Her movements started getting quicker and jerkier. She was close. Her nipple grazed my face again and it sparked her body because she begged me to suck on her tit. Hungrily, I sucked her breast into my mouth, I sucked it deep and moved my tongue over her nard nipple. I moved one of my hands to the other nipple, pinched it lighted, and pulled on it. Along with my tongue on her nipple I allowed a little graze of my teeth. Almost too much for me, I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm building. My cock grew again inside of her. The feeling of my cock deep inside of her growing as I'm about to come, her hands rubbing furiously on her clit, the thrusts of my body into hers, and my mouth and fingers on her nipples started to send her over the edge. Her breath started to stagger and she whispered, "fuck"... "Don't stop". Her body stopped in mid stroke, but I continued to thrust up with everything my body could deliver from that position. I sucked hard on her nipple and drove my cock into her pussy over and over again. "please don't stop," she continued as I fucked her. "please don't stop fucking me." I had no intention of doing that. With all the power I could gather, I shoved her backwards and followed her. She landed roughly on the bed. I was able to keep myself inside of her during the movement but my momentum drove me hard to the base inside of her gaining another loud gasp from her. I put my arms under both of her legs and spread her wide. My fingers were also pulling her pussy lips further open so I could push as deep as I could possibly get. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipple again as I thrusted. I could feel my orgasm finally starting to go and I grew even larger than before while I pushed deep. Her breathing started to slow an eventually stopped as her orgasm hit her. Her back arched up deep and thrust her chest into my mouth further. I stayed deep inside of her and slowly ground our pelvises together keeping the full penetration as we came together. I lifted up and pushed down on her chest as I came, my orgasm hitting me so hard I felt like my whole body would convulse just as hers was. As mine started to subside I continued to push my cock into her hard and fast to draw her orgasm out as long as possible. She became increasingly wet as she came and I glided inside of her even easier. It felt amazing. Eventually, she begged for me to stop as she became overly sensitive. I stopped and lay down on top of her resting my head between her breasts. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and she continued to try and catch her breath. She started to take deep breaths and I sat up off of her for two reasons. One, it was easier for her to catch her breath without my weight on her. Two, I could never get enough of watch her tits rise and fall each time she breathed. I stayed inside of her until I eventually became too soft and slipped out. I got us items to clean up with and then crawled into bed next to my sexy wife. Together we lay there the rest of the night and just touched each other's bodies and caught up for the day. I'll tell you one thing, this was a night I will never forget.