0 comments/ 4533 views/ 0 favorites Alive By: mississippi_angel I feel alive. After months-maybe even years-of depressing moments and sadness, I finally feel alive. I have hope. I have peace in the knowledge that someone shares the same carnal pleasures that I do. I have the inspiration to write a story. Oh I have wanted to write one before now, but the words have never come to me. I've been busy pretending to be something I am not, being the person people conceive me to be. I have not been my true self... That is changing. I'd almost given up on men. I had thought no man wanted me, could love me. Until I met him. He contacted me via Literotica, to tell me that he enjoyed my stories. Being flattered, I wrote him back. And so it began.... Let me say that he is one sexy man. I knew this before he sent me pictures of him and then I was really hooked. There is something about a man who has his head shaved, broad shoulders, defined chest and a go-tee that really gets me. A real walking oxymoron. He looks tough as nails, but inside lies the heart of a gentleman... I have a fantasy of him already. I imagine our first time together. It will be smoldering...if you just touched us you would be burned.... I imagine just walking up to him, our eyes locked on each other, no words being said. I reach up and place my hands on his face, gently. His hands lay rest on my hips, and then slide gently down to my ass. As his lips finally meet mine, he jerks my lower body against his. The kiss that started softly is now hard, tongues fighting against each other. He warned me that he rips clothes off women, and that is what he does this time. Within moments I am naked, with my body open for his view. I struggle to sit up to help him undress, but then he grabs my wrists and lies atop me. Only his pants are open, his erection still caught behind the briefs. Rubbing it into my damp pussy and looking into my eyes, he speaks. "You want this bitch?" I moan softly and close my eyes. My pussy responds on cue, going from damp to slippery wet. "I asked you a question." He demanded. I open my eyes and whispered, "Yes." He smiles at me then, "Good girl, I knew you wanted my hard cock." He lets go of me and gets up to undress completely. I could only sit there and watch. My hands start to rub at my tits. I watch his eyes watch my movement. I move my hands on down to my hairy blonde pussy. "I got to taste you," he says. I scooted closer to the edge of the bed as he kneeled beside it. I rested my legs on his shoulders. I propped my upper body on my elbows, wanting to see his actions. One long lick, from my slit to my clit. I shuddered and my head fell back as I closed my eyes. It had been too long since a man was between my legs. Another long lick. I sighed. Another, this time a flutter of his tongue at the end of the lick, teasing my clit. I moan softly. He sighs, and then moves in close. I can feel his nose on my clit as he moves his tongue all around my cunt opening. My body starts to shake and I moan louder. "Oh yes," I groan He looks up at me, my juices on his lips. He smiles as he licks his lips. "You like that baby?" he asks. I just nod my head, looking into his eyes again. "Hmmmm" he moans, and mutters, "You taste so good." He starts slurping on my pussy again. This time, he stops teasing me and really gets down to business. His tongue, lips, teeth play, pulling on my pussy lips and slit, nibbling on my clit. I am writhing now, my own hands playing with my nipples, squeezing my tits. My hips are also rubbing in my lovers face. Within moments I am cumming, my juices flowing out. Laying there and enjoying the afterglow of an orgasm, I felt him kneel beside me. "My turn." He roughly grabbed my head with his hands and tilted it to the side. My mouth open in surprise and my lover shoves his cock in my mouth. He starts to ram it in my mouth, making me gag. His head rolls back, enjoying the warmth of my mouth, my tongue rubbing along the vein that keeps him hard. His hands slide down to wrap around my throat and neck, feeling his cock slide in and out. By now, I am no longer gagging. Tears are slowly falling down from my eyes from the pressure and surprise of his sudden attack. But he can look into those teary eyes, knowing that I was actually loving it. He groans, grunts and pounds my mouth. Harder. Deeper. It doesn't take him long to cum. It had been too long. He cums in a shower. Each rope of white cum shoots out, covering my face. They land everywhere, dripping off the tip of my nose; sliding down my chin to plop down on my own heaving boobs. He collapses next to me. Our legs entangle as I turn on my side and rest on his chest. For the first time, I felt alive. Alive & Going Home The ear-splitting explosion was followed by loud shouts. "What the hell was that? Where'd it come from? Is everybody all right?" In the opinion of Specialist Fourth Class Mark "Bear" Carson, this was not a good way to spend Thanksgiving. The plan had called for the recon platoon to leave the shelter of the jungle-like wood line and cross a large expanse of dry rice paddies to a village suspected of being a Viet Cong staging area. If everything was slick, the infantry company and the troop of armored personnel carriers left back in the safety of the wood line would then move out and join them. For the officer in charge of the operation, the plan had the advantage of protecting the men in his own company while risking a handful of troops. Viet Nam was a numbers war. If recon was shot up, the casualties wouldn't be figured against his unit's body count. It was a scheme the men of recon knew all too well. They were the eyes and ears of the battalion and experts at operating alone on intelligence gathering operations. Ambushes, snatches, tracking, manning listening posts at night and observation posts during the day were all considered good missions. No one thought today's assignment, serving as scouts for a regular infantry company, was a good mission. They were now under the direct control of another unit's commanding officer. Whenever that happened, they became expendable. Halfway to the village, a sudden, high-pitched shriek ended in a sickening explosion and a geyser of dirt, smoke, and death. Unable to tell where the fire was coming from, they had to dive for the only available cover and then pray the low rice paddy dike was between them and death. "What the hell was that? Where's that son-of-bitch? Is everybody all right?" A second explosion landed closer as small arms fire erupted from the village. From his position near the platoon's Lieutenant, Mark shifted the bulky radio on his back and tried to force himself to lift his head and search for the enemy. "That thing's gotta be a goddamn recoilless rifle, Lieutenant," shouted "Hardcore" Harding, the unit's veteran platoon sergeant. "Roger that, shit. You got any idea where the hell it's firing from?" Lieutenant Lester never stopped scanning the surrounding terrain. "Can't be sure, sir. But they've probably got it set up on that hill over there on our right flank." Dale Lester glanced at the hill, and then looked around. His platoon, a group he and Hardcore had carefully molded into a first class recon unit, was pinned down in the open. Meanwhile, Delta Company and the supporting armored personnel carriers were back in the wood line and didn't seem anxious to risk exposing themselves by providing fire support. "It's time for a command decision, Bear," said Lester, speaking to the man he'd pulled from second squad that morning to act as his radio operator. Mark Carson, whose size had earned him the nickname, wiped sweat and dirt from his face and nodded. "If we stay put and call in for help, that recoilless rifle will pick us all off," said Lester, speaking more to himself than to Mark. "Heading toward that automatic weapons fire is out of the question. So that leaves only…. "Don't sweat trying to spot it," Lester yelled at Hardcore. "Let's get our butts outta here." Always open to sound military advice, Hardcore rose into a crouch and yelled for first squad to provide covering fire while the rest of the platoon began moving back to the trees. Dale Lester and his new radio operator rose and looked around. First squad fired into the village while the rest of the unit scrambled to its feet. The sound of another incoming round sent everyone diving back for cover. It exploded along the base of the dike being used by second squad, Mark's squad, the squad of Sergeant Phillip Andrews. Red headed, freckle-faced Andy Andrews, Mark's friend and squad leader, son of Mr. and Mrs. Carl P. Andrews, brother of Paul and Joyce, Kim Irving Andrew's husband, and father of their three month old daughter Kacey, was killed instantly when members of the North Vietnamese Army manning a recoilless rifle, scored a direct hit on his position. In the next few weeks, getting killed or wounded became commonplace. A week later, Fred "Hassle" Castle, a quiet brother from Mississippi, became the next to die. Back during Mark's first day in the field, the unit ran into a sniper. While expertly firing his M-79 grenade launcher, Hassle casually yanked the inexperienced Mark out of the line of fire. The day Hassle died, the platoon had captured a man who appeared to be a Viet Cong. The helicopters, which were supposed to return the unit to base, never arrived. Therefore everyone, including the prisoner, was on foot, "humping it," back. Moving across a small, open area, Hassle stepped on a thin trip-wire. There was a small bang and a can filled with tiny steel pellets shot into the air, then exploded at chest height. It was hard to believe how many holes that "Bouncing Betty" drilled into Hassle's dark, wiry, young body. And the casualties just kept coming. "Hump," the unit's point man, caught a grenade fragment in the gut. "Fearless" Frank stepped on a punji stake. Lt. Lester got a leg chewed up during a mortar attack. Then it was the turn of Tony Doughty and, moments later, Mark. The platoon should have been in position near the top of the hill long before sun-up. They were supposed to spend the day observing yet another suspected VC village. There was also a plan for Mark, who by now was an acting squad leader, to take his unit back down the hill and set up an ambush along a trail which led to the village. As happens, they were running late when the platoon approached the crest of Hill 87. The first light of dawn was only minutes away when Mark's squad led the rest of the platoon to the top of a low, scrub-brush covered hill that rose like a canker from the surrounding rice paddies. Stepping out of line, he waved for the squad to keep moving. By then the new lieutenant had come up. Mark asked if he wanted to call off the ambush. "We'll see." he replied. "Right now, get your men in position, then check back with me." The squad had continued walking past Mark while he spoke with the new lieutenant. By the time he rejoined them Mark was third in line instead of first. It would be a crucial difference. Just as he opened his mouth to give an order to set up a defensive perimeter, the man who was now first in line stepped on a booby-trap. Tony Doughty was a big, pug-nosed, good-natured guy from Tennessee--so new to the unit he hadn't picked up a nickname. His large body was now dancing in mid-air as a sheet of flame, laced with white streaks, raced toward Mark. It was the last thing he'd see clearly for months. When the force of the explosion slammed into him, Mark struggled to stay on his feet, worried that he might fall onto another booby-trap. Then his knees gave out and he crumpled onto the ground. After spitting out a mouthful of dirt, Mark made a quick, unsuccessful search for his rifle. While reaching for his canteen, he discovered his pistol still in its holster. Knowing he still had the .38 Special made him feel better. The VC seldom took prisoners and when they did, they were always tortured to death. Checking over his body for wounds, Mark felt something warm and wet around his groin. His growing sense of panic passed when he discovered it was only urine, not blood. The blast had caught him from the waist up. There were tiny pieces of metal and gravel in his arms, chest, and face. Raw powder burns covered his face and he couldn't see. But even with all those injuries, Mark knew he'd been lucky. Had they been on time, there would have been no reason to step out of line and talk to the lieutenant. Had they been on time, he would have remained in the lead spot. Had they been on time, he would have been the one who stepped on the booby-trap. Had they been on time, he'd be dead. The cries of wounded soldiers quickly replaced the sound of exploding booby traps. In front of him, someone was moaning, "Crotch, crotch, crotch." Grabbing his canteen, Mark rinsed out his mouth and then started crawling toward the moans. As the eastern sky began to lighten, the casualties turned into statistics. Two men were dead, three more were stretcher cases, and eight others, including Mark, were wounded but able to walk. The danger of a VC ambush was over. Now the wounded needed to be moved down to a safe, flat spot where medivac helicopters could safely pick them up. Eventually, somebody linked Mark up with "Cowboy" Thompson. The platoon's quietly efficient machine gunner had gotten his right leg messed up. "Cowboy" could see, but couldn't walk. Mark could walk, but not see. Arm-in-arm, the lame soldier and the blind soldier began helping one another down the hill. "Helluva way to be spending Christmas eve, ain't it, Bear?" Mark stopped as his mind flashed on an image of Mary Beth Riser stretched out nude and luscious on the back seat of his old Chevy. They'd screwed practically every day during the two weeks he was home on leave last Christmas. In his pocket was the letter she'd just sent telling him all about breaking up with her latest boyfriend. "Cowboy, things could be worse. It's Christmas eve, we're alive, and going home. Let's celebrate." They started walking again, away from their war, as their ragged version of "Jingle Bells" floated over the low scrub brush and body bags. Alive at Last This is my first submission here......hope everyone enjoys. This story is complete fiction but who knows maybe one day I will get lucky. First let me start by saying I have always been the laid back, go to work everyday, take care of your family kind of man. There has never been that much excitement in my life. I work a pretty mundane office job and lead a comfortable life. I got married at 21. I think there should be a law against that. I have always fantasized about all the naughty things I would do if I ever had the chance to do it all over again. Who am I kidding, I am almost 40 and although not out of shape I'm definitely not a man the ladies flock to. My life took an unexpected turn one summer while I was attending a seminar for work. This was one of the few breaks I had gotten from family life in some time. The seminar was being held at a beautiful beach resort. I was looking forward to some free time so I arrived a day early to scope out the resort. All the facilities were top notch. The first evening I went for a walk on the beach after dinner and while I was walking I saw two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. One was a stunning blond. She had to be about 5'10" with long tanned legs amazing blue eyes and perfect D cup breasts. Her friend was no slouch either. She had jet black hair and was a little shorter. She looked to be about my height at 5'8". Her eyes were the most amazing green. She had pale skin in comparison to her tanned friend and she had a smile that could light up a room. She also had nice breasts and firm toned legs. I felt like I was going to trip over my tongue as I walked by and they were taking pictures. Life changed for me with these simple words: "Excuse me sir, could you take a picture of us." Trying to play it cool I strolled over and smiled at the ladies. "Sure, I would love to. Who could turn down such a request from two beautiful ladies." Wow that was lame. But they smiled just the same. I'm Austin by the way as I took the camera from the blond. She smiled, "I am Kris and this is my friend Samantha." "Nice to meet you both." Kris stood right next to me showing me how to operate her camera and wow did she smell amazing. The two friends stood close together with the beach in the background. I wanted this moment to last forever but I took a couple of pictures and looked at the display to make sure I had a good shot of them. I smiled, "there you go, you could send that one to a modeling agency because you ladies look amazing." Kris walked to me and retrieved her camera. "Thanks, she smiled resting an arm on my shoulder. Where are you staying?" I pointed to the resort and both girls looked at each other and smiled. "We are too!" they said in unison. They insisted on buying me a drink for my kindness and who was I to turn this down. So we went to the poolside bar for a drink. I let the ladies lead the way so I could get a look at their amazing asses. We laughed and talked at the bar as Kris and Samantha began to flirt with each other and me as well. I jokingly asked if their eyesight was OK because they were buying drinks for a man of nearly 40 years. I found out Kris was 25 and Sam as she liked to be called was 22. I threw caution to the wind and wanted to see how far I could push this flirtation. "Ladies I am available for a private photo shoot if you need any more pictures." They looked at each other and began to smile. "Sure why not" said Sam and Kris readily agreed. The next thing you know they are both in my private suite on the balcony overlooking the ocean and I am doing my best impersonation as a photographer. Then Kris winks at me and pulls off her low cut blouse and reveals the most amazing set of tanned breasts. I look up from the camera and she smiles, keep taking those pictures. I get back to work and Sam is not to be outdone and she sheds her top and shorts, now standing naked before me. She had just a small dark landing strip above her delicious looking pussy. Both ladies could see the affect they were having on me. My cock had put a serious strain on my shorts. Kris spoke up first, "I want a picture of that pointing to my crotch." I had passed the point of no return. I handed her the camera and glanced at Sam, "Maybe your assistant can get me in the proper pose." Sam wasted no time and got on her knees and unfastened my shorts and slid them down as I gazed into her hypnotic green eyes. I heard the camera snap away as she eased my boxers down. My excitement was evident when my cock slapped against my stomach. "Mmmmmm Kris moaned suck that nice cock Sam." Damn I hope this is not a dream I thought to myself. But it was no dream. Sam wrapped her lips around my cock and begin to suck as her petite hand gripped my shaft. She begin to stroke and suck my cock like a pro. In my newly acquired confidence I looked at Kris. "Maybe you should help her and let me get a picture of the two of you having fun." She took off her shorts and walked to me and handed me the camera as she kneeled to join Sam. She began to lick and suck my balls as Sam continued to bob up and down on my shaft. I managed to take a couple of pictures but quickly tossed the camera in a nearby chair. I groaned, "fuck that feels amazing!" They swapped off and Kris began to suck my cock while Sam devoured my balls. "Ladies, I have to warn you I am not used to this kind of stimulation......I'm gonna.....cum soon." Kris backed off of my cock and she stroked my wet cock with her hand. Sam licked my balls for a few more seconds and then she began to kiss Kris. Their tongues touched seductively as they looked at me. Kris stroked my cock as Sam cupped my balls. "Give it to us," Kris said in such a sexy voice. I groaned loudly as it was just too much. My cock spurted thick ropes of cum. Cumming harder and longer than I can ever remember. The first rope of cum landed on their joined tongues and by the time I was done their faces and breasts were dripping with cum. They kissed and shared my cum licking it playfully off of each others face and breasts. Sam leaned over and sucked and licked me clean as I felt like I was going to pass out from pleasure. (to be continued......if you deem this worthy)