0 comments/ 14685 views/ 4 favorites Army Times By: southernscion Off and on for years, as I have lurked about the pages of Literotica enjoying the fares that you kind souls publish for my entertainment, and I have toyed with the idea of writing some stories, and here is the first that I am willing to 'publish.' Please provide feedback as to what you liked and didn't so I can improve on the stories as they come forth. Now that my preamble is concluded: * Finally over!! Basic training was over and I had just arrived at Ft Gordon, Georgia and lo and behold! WOMEN! I had forgotten what a beautiful woman looked like, smelled like, and what one felt like was certainly a vague, distant memory. Eight weeks at Fort Jackson will do that for you. In fact, at Fort Jackson, female soldiers were always called bumpy BDU's (Battle Dress Uniforms); and we were strictly forbidden to look at the bumpy BDU's. Harsh push up penalties always resulted when we were caught, and after a couple of weeks, looking was not worth the risk. I suppose when you have sixty men living in a barracks together and the average age is nineteen, staving off raging hormones in any manner possible is fair game. We had gone through in-processing at Fort Gordon and just got off the cattle car (an uncomfortable bus with no air conditioning and tiny windows) at the training battalion, and first thing we have a formation. The battalion chaplain gives us a pep talk about how morality and military discipline were two sides of the same coin. He also included some hokey point that nothing can penetrate two sets of BDU's. His speech was lost on me, because behind him some thirty feet I could see a group of women walking and frankly what ever he had to say was of no interest -- the bumpy BDU's had my undivided attention. All I could think about was my morning hard on was staying around longer each day, and going to sleep at night was becoming impossible. Let's just say having something jab you in the stomach while you are trying to sleep is not only distracting but becomes a dolorous ritual. I've always been fairly fit and reasonably good at sports, but being known as an athlete held little attraction for me. What did, and does, hold an attraction for me is the body female, in all of its wondrous shapes and sizes. And sauntering not thirty feet in front of me were four absolutely stunningly beautiful specimens. Well, okay, maybe not actually stunningly beautiful. I wasn't on a movie set, but my mind's eye was easily convinced of these things. My skin was alight with a tantalizing fire just looking at them and a familiar sensation was starting to churn in my loins: Which in a formation of twenty other soldiers is a decidedly bad event, especially with a chaplain looking at you. To distract myself I started listening to the chaplain and heard the directions to the base chapel and details on how to catch the bus on Friday nights if we were Jewish. Thankfully it worked and things simmered down. A few days later, on Saturday morning, I awoke still aching. I got out of my bunk, donned my bumble bees (a truly horrid outfit of mustard yellow shorts and the GI issued brown t-shirt) and went outside to the morning PT formation and stretched while waiting. As 0530 (that's 5:30 am boys and girls) rolled around and I was still the only one in the formation area I went to check with the Charge of Quarters (CQ) to see what time the morning formation was. On the way in, a gorgeous young lady was coming out of the barracks. By gorgeous I mean that she managed to make the bumble bees look good, which is no minor task. She had dark hair that tumbled down to her shoulders with large doe like brown eyes. Her eyes and luscious lips both had a ready smile on them. Petite and well proportioned would have been a fair way to describe her. She looked somewhat like she had been assembled by heaven for the sole purpose to be adored by someone. And luckily here I stood. She had a nice coppery skin tone and her legs were somewhat on the short side but they were truly well developed and reminded me of a cheerleader's legs. She was far better looking than the hairy-legged CQ inside, so I asked her instead. Her smile broadened as she laughed at my question. Eliciting laughter was not exactly what I had in mind, but she had what at the time seemed like the most melodious voice I had ever heard. Okay, fine, maybe the most melodious voice in nine weeks or so, but I think you understand. "There isn't a formation on Saturday, this isn't basic you know. The next time we have formation will be tomorrow night at 1800 hours (6:00 pm) and that is to make sure we are all here." was her reply. "Oh, my name is Johnson, err Chip, and thanks." I turned around and headed for the parade ground, if for no other reason than to not bore holes through her clothing with my eyes. "Hey wait a second. My name is Laura and if you are going for a run, can I come along with you? I don't really like going around the parade grounds by myself, even though I know there shouldn't be anything to be afraid of. "Sure." But to myself I was thinking this can't be good, can it? Oh my, my. We walked across the street to get to the Parade ground and chatted while she stretched, after watching for a bit I began to stretch again. It was really hard not to stare at her and the staring was having "adverse" effects on me. After ten minutes or so of stretching, we were ready to start jogging around the parade ground which was about one mile (1.6 km) in circumference. "You set the pace and I'll keep up with you," I said. "Okay, keep up if you can," and off she went with a giggle. For a moment I could not help myself and just watched her jog. The way her ass flowed from left to right like a delectable pendulum mesmerized me. After a couple of seconds she stopped and said with something akin to sweet molasses sarcasm, "Are you coming or should I call the Military Police (MP's) to come get you?" "Err, yeah, sorry" Now let me tell you something, if sleeping with a stiffening penis is difficult, jogging with one is nearly impossible and damnably impossible to hide in the bumblebees. As I caught up with her, Laura glanced down at my crotch and gave me a wry smile. Around the parade ground we went at a slow jog that allowed for plenty of conversation, where we got to know where we each came from (Texas for me, North Carolina for her), some impressions on the unit, etc. On lap two we talked about high school and college and the people we knew. Like any spring day, it was a little muggy that morning and we both worked up quite a sweat, even if it wasn't the one I wanted. As we went along, from the corner of my eye I could watch her breasts jounce a little with each stride, and they looked better than any steak dinner I had ever had. Somehow my penis maintained the semi erect state all the way around and never blossomed into a full erection: For which I was grateful. When we got back to the barracks she left me on the steps and headed inside, and the last thing I remember about that jog was looking up and seeing the way her shorts had turned a darker color from the sweat and wondering what it would be like to dry her with my tongue. That thought alone jolted my pecker from semi-hard to a full blown hard on: And there was still nothing I could do about it. The barracks room I was in had five other troops in it and the shower was a floor communal one, so there was no place to relieve my tension. Sighing and hiding it the best I could I went in took a shower grabbed my cigarettes and went out to smoke, reflecting on the jog and Laura's physique in general. Of course obsessing over how the sweat rolled across her skin as we ran did nothing to diminish my seemingly perpetual state of horniness. Later that day, just before sunset I was out side talking to a few of the guys when Laura came outside, when she spotted me, I was blessed with a beaming radiant smile and she came over. "Chip, do you want to grab a beer at the BX?" (BX is short for Base Exchange, something akin to a fully stocked convenience store.) "Hrmm, stay with these baboons or go with you? No choice in my book let me grab my wallet." When I came back outside, Laura had extricated herself from the group of guys and was standing off to the side, clearly ignoring them, "Maybe I do have a chance at her." We drank a couple of beers at the BX hunched over the table between us flirting and chatting, somehow during the drinking the inside of her calves got to where they were touching the outside of my calves, and she never pulled away. The warmth of her leg on mine sent a torrent of heat straight to my pecker and did not subside. As we walked side by side on our way to the chow hall, I was thankful that it was night time and I was wearing BDU's, between the two they offered some cover helping hide my excited state. When we got to the chow hall I excused myself and headed to the latrine, pinching the head of my cock to get it to settle down so I could enter the chow hall with her. A couple of minutes later, when I came back she said with some measure of relish, "Everything come out okay?" while glancing down. There aren't many times in my life when I have blushed to a bright red, but that was one, as I answered, "well no." We ate dinner in silence, I was getting my composure back while trying to figure out what her angle was, and I can only imagine she was enjoying my predicament. We went back to the BX after dinner only to find it closed, and I asked "Now what?" "Well, your hair is too short for us to be able to get into the enlisted club, so follow me" Laura skipped along quite merrily (okay maybe not but it sure seemed like it) as she took me out to the parade ground again. She climbed up on one of the PT (Physical Training) platforms and we stayed there, side by side flirting the night away. On occasion one of us would brush up against the other. At first it was accidental but as time went on, I covered her right hand while it was on the platform. "Uh, sorry," I tried my best to sound sheepish or apologetic or anything other than a randy horn dog: Which of course I was "You are fine." Laura said. It seemed that her voice a little huskier. So I kept up the contact and started to trace little shapes on her knuckles. Her skin was smooth and warm to the touch and she squirmed in a just so manner when I traced line along her jaw and down her throat. The whole time my cock was rock hard and starving for attention, and it was not helped one bit by the fact she was running her hand along my thigh, occasionally brushing a finger tip oh so slightly along the shaft. My underwear was beginning to get damp from the pre-seminal fluid, and if she would only grab it and pull once, I was sure I would soak them through. A couple of hours of hell later we went back to the barracks and she caressed my arm sending a high voltage current though my body when she kissed my check and murmured "Thanks" with a smile. "ARGGGGGGGH!!!" Sleep that night was impossible. Not only was I fantasizing about all of the things I wanted to do to Laura, but each time I rolled over I was poked myself in the stomach. Finally, fitfully sleep overcame me. The next morning I went out to stretch again before jogging, and expectantly waited for Laura. But she didn't show. Dejectedly I went on my jog at a much faster pace than the day before. By the time I finished, I felt much better about the day before and chalked it up to a fine day, something akin to a non-sexual one night stand. After the breakfast, the boys and I were standing in the smoking area when I saw her walking by with another soldier. Fortunately, I noticed the intimate distance at which they were walking prior to acting the fool and waving to her. It turns out that Miss Laura had a boyfriend that had been on leave for some reason and came back to the unit after midnight the night prior. *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~* Late the next week I met a willowy blonde (yeah I know, aren't all blondes described as willowy?) named Blaire. We chatted for an hour one evening while grabbing a couple of drinks at the BX. Now Blaire was nearly as tall as I am, and I am a tall guy, with hair that danced on her shoulders when she moved and hazel eyes. Her breasts were also on the small side but slightly fuller than Laura's were, her stomach was flat as a board and she moved with an easy, athletic, grace that one had to admire. And then there were her legs. Oh my, her legs; long and lean filled with the smooth muscles of someone who ran a lot. One interesting thing about Blaire was that she was almost always hunched up if she wasn't walking or running. It looked rather like a prolonged shrug that she could not seem to finish. On my third Thursday evening at Fort Gordon, as it had become our custom over the last week, we were sitting on the steps leading up to the barracks chatting about this and that, trying not to sweat too profusely. It was turning out to be an excruciatingly hot May in Georgia. The training troops, meaning us, were allowed to wear those beautiful bumble bees after duty hours, and we did. No matter how ugly they were, it was a lot cooler than wearing the BDU's all of the time, and it let me tan my legs. The day time highs were pushing 100 degrees (around 38 degrees Celsius) and at 9:00 PM it was still in the high 80's (27 degrees Celsius). I asked, "Are you okay?" Blaire had been a little on the quiet side and her shoulders were up higher than usual. It seemed that she almost flinched as I asked the question but answered with what can only be described as a peculiar voice saying, "Sorry, class and things have me pretty distracted and tense." "Well, I can certainly help you with that." "How?" she asked in a far more serious tone than was customary for her. "Well, I use to date a massage therapist and learned some things from her." This of course was a bald faced lie; I had actually read a book at the request of a female companion the prior winter so I could better please her. She required a lot of manual stimulation. "Well, I don't know." "It isn't like I am going to do anything inappropriate with you, hell there are 200 people in the building behind us. It would be a cinch for one of them to brain me with a chair or something. Also, it isn't my style. I prefer my companions to be both willing and sober." She smiled nervously and consented and moved down on the step below me. Not knowing what a tangled mess of muscles felt like previously, I knew then. For the next half hour I worked on her neck and shoulders, being very mindful not to stray too far afield, and noticed little change. "Come on, let's go do this at the picnic tables behind the building where it is more private," she suggested. I readily agreed, after all that meant I went up on the trust-o-meter. Now if I could peg it, maybe pegging her would be next. I should interject here that the military crew cut tee shirt lacks a real collar, after wearing one a handful of times the collars always stretched out to form some sort of floppy V. I rearranged her collar so it drooped off of her left should giving me better access to her skin: Leaving the bra strap in place. That was when I noticed a fine patina of perspiration that was covering her. She settled on the bench after I sat on the table and again I started on her shoulders, this time taking on the exposed left one first. I worked on it for quite a while, and the whole time my erection was painfully hard. For some reason in the week that she and I hung out together my normally high state of arousal was pretty quiescent and manageable. We could sit on the steps side by side with out my penis being all a-titter. This was different. I could feel the smooth warmth of her skin under mine. Now I could feel the tension ease with each stroke, and she was sitting between my legs. It was nearly too much for me to take. Each kneading action was getting easier and her whole demeanor was changing. Even though I had a self imposed limit of not moving my hands below her collar bone it was more intimate and pleasant of a time than I had with anyone else. Some time later I suggested that I start on the right. She rearranged her tee-shirt to have the collar droop off of the right side and she moved the bra strap with it. I can not tell you how much that one little action turned me on and incredibly my cock got harder. I was confident when I saw her do that, I could punch my prick through a car door. When I started on the right side it was more damply covered in perspiration and it was just as tense as the left was when I started the evening. After a while, a magical moment occurred and the tension just vaporized from her, and she relaxed. She turned her head and got a "Th" out for thanks I presume when she saw the Little Man staring at her. I was so excited that the head of my cock was poking out from the bottom of my shorts. In the state I was in the Little Man reaches well above my belly button, if you held flat against me. When I grasp him my middle finger and thumb can barely touch, no other finger spans the distance. Given the Little Man was at eye level, Blaire could not have missed him and I had no chance in hell of hiding him. Clearing her throat, "Um, has that been there all along?" Feeling a little embarrassed, "Yeah, I couldn't afford the detachable kind." "How long has it been since you have been with a woman?" she asked while staring at LM. "Well, two weeks here and 8 weeks of basic make ten weeks of no sex; which is the longest period of abstinence since my first time." "How long have you been sexually active?" In my mind I quickly tried to work out to tell the Truth or not, settled on truth and said "Since I was sixteen." A phosphorescent grenade went off on the inside of my knee as she gently brushed her lips against the hollow of my knee and said "Good night, Chip." I could only groan and watch her stunning ass as she walked away. For a second I considered yanking myself off, but no, that would leave too much of a mess and no way to clean it up. I also considered that was exactly the wrong answer to give her. The next day was made into a "Training Holiday" due to the temperatures. We had to clean the barracks, strip and wax the floors, shine boots and shoes and just did general busy work indoors. All of which meant that I did not see Blaire during the day. That evening I sat on the steps chatting with a couple of guys waiting for her and still no Blaire. So the guys and I went to the BX to have a couple of beers and relaxed, telling "War Stories." *~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~* I was beginning to think I wasn't going to like the Army if all the women in it left me hanging, so to speak. For the next few days I did not see Blaire at all and guessed she was avoiding me. I had other problems as well. At this point the instructors and I were figuring out that I can not solder a circuit board. Design, yep. Install, yep. Repair, nope. Not at all. I either applied too much solder, not enough solder, or if I somehow got the right amount of solder and had a perfect bead, the bead did not touch the terminal at all. Work frustration was mounting. I was staying late each night, and came in on Saturdays to work with the civilian instructor, who was an incredibly nice guy, but flummoxed by the fact I never had one good bead. Never. So after week four of training they washed me out of the program to start all over, this time on mids, which means I had to work from midnight to 8:00 am. To top that off I hadn't seen Blaire in a week. The only plus was that I got to eat two breakfasts a day, and breakfast by far is my favorite meal. One at 10:30 PM and one after class would release at 8:00 am. Resigning myself to blue balls and being a failure at soldering, I had a week to adjust to the new schedule before the next class began. My only task for the week was to move from the second floor to the first floor, which took all of an hour or so. Needless to say, I ran a lot, smoked a lot and drank a lot of beer to while away the time. Army Times Ch. 02 This is the second installment of Army Times. Although it will stand alone fairly well, it continues on the previous story. I want to thank Psyche_b_mused for her invaluable help in editing these stories, truly they would be much less enjoyable if not for her. Leaving Georgia I had watched the retreating lights of Blaire's car smoking a cigarette when I heard Trina come up to me. "There you are! How am I to be your chauffer for the afternoon if you are off hiding someplace." Turning around I caught a flash of her brilliant smile, and despite the fact I was bone tired and wanted nothing more than a shower and a beer, or six, I smiled back. "Sorry, Treen. Something came up that required my – uh – attention." Trina was one of those wonderfully, pretty, ordinary girls. Her hair was too brown to be called red, and too red to be called brown. She had brown eyes that always seemed to be jumping at the delights of the world. Freckles adorned her face and she had thin lips that always seemed just a little pouty. She had long thin legs that developed a good muscular tone from all of the running we did during AIT (Advanced Individual Training) During those rums she talked about her boyfriend who had just gone into Marine boot camp earlier in our training. I had talked about Laura and Blaire. Treen always laughed at my predicament, telling me it was my own damn fault. I grabbed my gear and we headed into Augusta and made small talk the entire way. Chitting about this, chatting about that and my mind barely keeping track of what we were talking about. Eventually she made it to the parking lot of a Best Western "The airport is about four miles along that road, a restaurant and bar across the street. You should be able to keep busy until your flight." Trina said smiling. "Mind waiting with my bags while I check in?" I asked. I was looking forward to checking in. It was mid afternoon and I stank from sweat and sex with Blaire, and desperately wanted to shower. I also needed a nap; this had been an emotionally turbulent day. "Sure, I have until bed check. It isn't like I can call Matt." There was a longing in her voice that I had heard all week from her. Until her boyfriend had left for Boot Camp she could be found each night at the phone booth door closed talking to him. Occasionally there was moaning and groaning and sometimes a little cry as they phone fucked each other. Reaching over, I caressed her face with the back of my hand, "Sorry that you miss him so. I'll be back shortly." She leaned her face into my hand and closed her eye and whispered, "I'll be here." Checking in, I got my room and headed back out to the truck and Treen. Getting into the cab of her brown and brown Ford pickup I said, "Room 117, half way to the end of the building." We drove to the end of the building and I unlocked the door and turned down the air conditioner. I went out and got the bags from the back of the truck and asked, "Do you want to come in?" Although I liked Treen, I hoped she would go back to the barracks so I could shower and take a nap. Looking relieved, she said "Sure, I can come in for a while." We sat in the room for an hour chatting and smoking, I was trying to make her laugh, she was doing her best not to. "I need to take a shower Treen." "Okay, you promise to write and keep in touch?" I looked at her hopeful face knowing that it was likely a lie and said "Of course, why wouldn't I?" Smiling at her to reassure her, Trina left. Keeping in touch with people was hardly my strength. Friends are friends but never in my life have I really kept up with anyone for more than a couple of weeks after parting company. As she headed out the door I sloughed off my clothes and headed for the shower, not noticing that the door didn't close entirely. I turned the water temperature as high as I could stand it and soaked, feeling the sweat and smoke and fetid urine smell of the trailer wash off of me. I turned the temperature up some more and slowly lathered up and washed my hair thinking about the day and my time at Fort Gordon. When I got out of the shower I felt like a new man. I started toweling off as I headed back into the bedroom, when I rounded the corner I saw Trina sitting on the bed. Pink from the heat of the shower and towel in one hand, covering nothing what so ever, the other end was up on top of my head where I was drying my stubbly hair. I stood before her and asked, "Uh, Treen? What's up?" Looking down at my flaccid cock, she blushed and stammered, "Uhm, well I need...." stopping there she turned her head toward the door. She looked trapped, and desperate. Then I understood. I walked over and knelt before her, taking her hands in mine, I turned them palm up, kissing the left and then the right, softly, a faint moan escaped her lips. For about a minute I sat there looking at her while she was looking through the wall behind my head, and then she looked down at me. I leaned forward and lightly kissed her, repeated little pecks, flicking my tongue slightly against her lips, then her mouth opened slightly and her tongue slowly touched mine. Interesting, no fires like there was with Blaire. Nice kisser, but no KABOOM. As we kissed, my cock started swelling with passion. I stood, bringing her up with me. I swept her up into my arms taking the two steps necessary to lay her head on the pillow on the bed. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I softly asked. In answer she swallowed hard, nodded and reached out to stroke my penis. Her touch wasn't as soft as Blaire's or Laura's. In fact it was almost rough; Trina was gripping the Little Man like a he was a hammer, but still the Little Man sprang up to attention. I stepped across her body and lay next to her showering her face with little languid peck kisses, tasting her saltiness. I kissed and licked along her jawline and felt her shuffle her body closer to me as she moan softly and whispered, "Yes, like that Chip." I started unbuttoning her top kissing and licking my way as I splayed her blouse open. Treen's tits were about the size of a large grapefruit or small melon, and they were shaped something like a small alpine horn. I kissed her nipple through the white bra and felt her body arch next to me. I removed her blouse and centered her on the bed. I started kissing her around the bra cups and listened to her gasp and moan. After a little while I reached up, and grasped the clasp between her bra cups fumbled with it for a second or two getting it open; Trina took a deep shuddering breath as her tits felt the cool air of the hotel room Her areolas were large and ill-defined, a very light pink, not too different from her skin color. As I kissed, licked and nibbled on her left nipple and areola, Treen gasped and she placed her right hand behind my neck holding me in place. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned. Her left hand clasped firmly to my right shoulder as her fingernails dug into it. Her nipple enlarged in my mouth and was long enough that I placed my lips on her areola and the flat tip of her nipple reached past my lips and teeth and rested lightly on the tip of my tongue. Flicking my tongue across her nipple, I kneaded her other breast, like a firm tasty ball of dough. Trina groaned, "You like licking that itty bitty titty don't you? Come on suck it some more! MORE DAMN IT!" On some level I was shocked by the stuff, she was saying, then I thought, Come on, this is the same chick that phone fucks her boyfriend in the common room phone booth of the barracks and thinks nothing of masturbating while she does it. And the truth of the matter was, yeah I did like sucking on her tit and was looking forward to hearing what else she may have to say while we were in bed together. I had never been with a person that had been quite so expressive in her needs and appreciation. It was exciting in its newness and added just that little extra something that I needed. Slowly I kissed my way across her soft smooth skin to her right breast. With my right hand, I caressed her face while I played with her left tit with my other hand. Treen moaned, "Oh fuck YES!," and leaned her head into my hand, taking my thumb into her mouth and sucking on it. I continued my work on her breasts and placed my left knee in between her legs, up against her crotch. Immediately Trina began grinding her pussy into my leg and the heat of her pussy radiated into my leg. Keeping up with her breasts, mouth and pussy all at once was proving to be difficult, but it wasn't long until Treen arched her back in a spasm, shook and with a deep moan plopped back down on the bed. I started kissing down her stomach and tongued her belly button like I was kissing her mouth. She started wiggling and laughing, which of course was not what I wanted from her right then. But it did work out because it caused her to grind her pussy into my chest, increasing the heat I felt from there. I undid the belt to her BDU pants and started kissing her pelvic region as I unbuttoned them. "Are you going to eat my nasty pussy? HUH ARE YOU!" Trina asked. The pungent aroma of her sex filled my nostrils as I started to pull her pants down to her knees. Backing out of her legs, I lifted them up so I could get to her. Her boots rested against my back and I was held in place by her pants, which restricted how wide she could open her legs. I slowly licked her from the space between her ass and pussy along her labia which was opening nicely, to where the two folds of labia met just above her clit. "Oh yeah, I knew you were a nasty pussy eater." Treen's pussy was very hairy and a little less red than the hair on her head; it clearly had never been trimmed and was brazenly natural. Pussy juice glistened off of a couple of strands of her pubic hair. With comingling moans, I lightly licked the juice of her hair. I found the taste very earthy, kind of like a heavy peat scotch, Laphroaig came to mind. One of those tastes that a guy either loves or hates. And once I had started there wasn't any stopping, enjoying the moment taking my little sips and gulps of her, in a slow appreciative manner. I continued: a light lick, a small suck, a heavy lick, over and over until her clit stiffened and peeked out from its hood. Treen had interlaced her hands somehow and locked them around my neck, effectively pinning my face to her pussy. I took her clit into my mouth gently sucking on it, and brushing my tongue across the tip. Trina dug her fingernails into my neck, holding me in place. For several minutes this continued until she started to cum, and then [b]THUD[/b] "OH MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Trina screamed. "OH FUCK YES!" Trina exclaimed while she drove the heels of her boots into my back again, my eyes starred and crossed with pain, but somehow I kept at her clit and then again [b]THUD[/b] her boots came crashing down. "Eat it you nasty man. EAT IT!" As she quivered in her orgasm her boots rained down pain and agony onto my back. I was going to be damned if I was going to stop. Yeah my eyes were crossed and my back and neck were beginning to hurt, but, Trina's incessant chatter was beginning to turn me on. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed it. I continued to lick and suck on her clit and then thrust my forefinger and middle finger deep into her hot wet pussy, Trina moaned, "Oh yeah, GET IT BOY!" I twisted my arm to where my palm was facing up and hooked my fingers, looking for her G-Spot. All the while I continued sucking and licking on her clit, I was determined to kill her by orgasm or myself by boot fall. Then I found it. Trina's legs shot straight up and she screamed, "Right there ASSHOLE!" as my fingers brushed against it. I massaged her vagina from the inside and kept licking her clit until her whole body froze, and an earsplitting cry rent the air, "OH FUCKING GOD YES!!! YES!!!" Her legs clamped to either side of my head holding me in place, Treen dug her fingernails into the back of my skull drawing blood. Another minute or two later her whole body collapsed with another [b]thump thump[/b] as her boots once again landed on my back, "Fuck Chip." Laughing, I kissed her clit softly once more as I worked my way out from between her legs and from under her pants. Those boots had to go. The verbal assault was a major turn on, but the boots were killing me. I unlaced them and took them, her pants and panties off of her. My face and right hand were completely soaked in her pussy juices as Trina sat up and kissed me. "Mmm, I have a tasty pussy, don't I Chip?" Trina asked "I liked it. Apparently you do too." I breathed out. My cock was hard as a rock. She reached down and grabbed it, her hand was a vice. Keeping up with the kiss Trina kept my dick in her hand and guided me to the opening of her snatch. I pushed her down onto the bed. Her pussy was nearly as tight as Blaire's had been, and a damn sight hotter and wetter. I easily slid completely into her, burying myself to the hilt. I started fucking her, with long slow strokes. Trina dug her fingernails into my back, wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. "Fuck me damn you. Pound my pussy with that cock of yours. Harder mother fucker HARDER!" At her urging I started pistoning my hips harder and faster into her. "Yes, Yes, NNNNNNNNNNNNNGH," Trina moaned as she came. I slowed down back to a nice easy pace, something I knew having had two orgasms already that day I could keep up for quite a while. Sweat was covering both of us and Trina whispered into my ear, "Did you fuck Blaire today?" "Yeah, she blew me too," I whispered back. "Yeah? Before or after you fucked her?" Now I have to say that holding a conversation during sex is at best distracting and I really wanted her to shut up, but hey, Trina was certainly different than anyone else I had slept with so why not chat while relaxing a little? "Before." "So if I'd gathered up the nerve to suck your dick before the shower I would have tasted her?" Something in Trina's eye burned brighter at that. Before I had a chance to say anything in response , Treen went on, "I want you to fuck me from behind Chip." At that point, my back was a throbbing in pain from Treens heels, my shoulders and head had little pools of blood from fingernails and my ears were ringing slightly from all of the screaming she had been doing, I saw this as a respite. "Fuck yeah, turn your ass over." Trina started to roll over, then stopped and grabbed by cock. With a devilish glint in her eye she took me into her mouth. She licked and sucked it completely clean. I was amazed I didn't blow my top then and there. No one had done that before, and something about it sent a thrill up my spine. Have I mentioned that I am an ass man? Love them, one and all. When Trina rolled over, her ass stuck up in the air, and she had a fine pear-shaped ass. Her pussy was gaping wide, and her anus was pointing straight at me. It must have said, "Lick me," because I did. I leaned over and in one long slow lick went from her flower up to her ass hole. "Oooh, you are a dirty, nasty mother fucker aren't you? Eat my ass!" I slid two fingers back into her pussy as I reached under and took her clit between my forefinger and thumb and started rubbing them like I was building a little fire with a stick and tinder. I rimmed her ass with my tongue and Trina started wailing like a banshee. "OH FUCK YES!!! FUCK ME! TOUNGUE ME! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!" I don't know where the shudder began, but soon her whole body was consumed in an orgasm as she twitched and convulsed like she was having a Grand Mal seizure. It was all I could do to keep my fingers in her vagina. My tongue and mouth bounced all over the place and keeping up a steady sensation on her was impossible. Oddly she wasn't making any noise, just vibrating like she was attached to a jackhammer, and then she drew in a huge breath and collapsed onto the bed. I laid down on top of her with my cock in between her ass cheeks and felt her catch her breath. Soon she started to wiggle underneath me her ass cheeks somehow massaging the Little Man slightly and began to moan again. "Fuck me Chip." I knew her asshole was drenched in saliva and sweat, so I placed the head of my cock right on it. Trina tensed up and said, "That isn't what I had in mind." "Yeah? Well we've done just about everything else I can think of, so why not this? Think of it as my reward for kissing your ass." Giggling, Trina said, "If I tell you to stop, then stop, because it will be hurting too much." "Okay." I pressed forward so slightly, getting the head of my prick into her opening. Let me tell you, this was a dream come true, kinky chick exposed ass, an ass man and perfect alignment of the stars. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I waited a while until Treen started wiggling around and pressed further into her ass. Trina was getting impatient, "Come on Chip, get it in there. Just keep pushing until I say stop." So I did. I my cock got about half way up her ass when she called the first pause. "Give me a second." She said. I reached around and played with her tit while she got accustomed to the feel. A couple of minutes later she tilted her ass a little more and moaned. "Okay, give me more." As I started I could feel a little dryness so I added the only lubricant I had by pulling out of her slightly and spitting on the top of my cock and spreading it around. Once I was lubed up, I started into her again, this time spitting periodically to ease the insertion. Soon enough I was buried completely into her ass, "Fuck me Chip. Fuck my ass until you cum." And I did. I pounded her ass like it would be the only ass I would ever get to fuck. I don't know how long I fucked her that way but the whole time she kept screaming for me to fuck it harder and faster. My balls slapped against her pussy and I was positive they were going to be bruised by the time I was through. After a while, Trina seized up again, and I think she came again. I slowed down to a slow gentle pace through it. Breathlessly she said, "I can't take anymore up there Chip, let's switch." Although I was disappointed that I couldn't cum in her ass, I agreed. I pulled out of her ass and hiked her hips up and buried myself deep into her pussy. I grabbed her hair which was barely long enough to grab and hold onto, and yanked her back into me with each thrust into her. Her face was cranked back far enough I could see her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was wide open. I didn't fuck her at a fast pace, in fact it was a very slow pace, but I put every ounce of energy I could into slamming the Little Man into her while pulling her back by the hair. I was trying everything I could with her, it didn't seem that she had any limits. And that concept was an incredible turn on. Her ass cheeks jiggling with each thrust and pull. With each stroke Trina gasped and audibly let the air escape her in a moan. I slowly fucked her doggy style for a while then rolled her over onto her back and hiked up her left leg. I lay down on my right side and I sank my pecker back into her. I don't know if I was wearing her out or not, but I was near the ends of my physical limits and I needed a break As I sank my dick back into her, Trina sighed and started kissing me and said, "Fuck me harder Chip." "Shut up Trina, it's my turn to cum." I slowly fucked her while she whispered on and on about whatever came across her mind. As we chatted I reached over with my left hand and flicked my finger back and forth across her clit, barely hitting each time and soon she shuddered again. "Lay down on your back Chip." Trina said. I lay down and she took me into her mouth again, this time she worked at a slower pace and I soon felt my balls tighten up, the sure precursor to cumming. Army Times Blaire was in the class three rotations ahead of me and graduated during that week, instantly dashing any hope I had of seducing her. The next week dragged on and on, and still I could not solder. The First Sergeant started talking about re-assigning me to a different career field. I was sent to the recruiter's office and was given three choices; infantry, artillery, or legal specialist. I chose legal specialist. Orders were cut and I was to leave Fort Gordon and to report at Fort Ben Harrison in Indianapolis, Indiana. When I got back to the barracks, Blaire was sitting on the steps all tensed up again with her impossible shrug, apparently waiting for me. "Do you have some time?" "Yeah, my flight to Indianapolis isn't until day after tomorrow. Once I pack I'll be released from the unit. Why?" "I'll be at the BX when you are done." "Yeah, okay" I murmured, wondering what the hell was going on. I quickly packed up, went to the CO's (Commanding Officer's) office to out-process, which fortunately was a simple procedure and two hours later headed to the BX. Blaire was sitting pensively in the cafeteria section sipping on a beer when I arrived. She asked if I was ready to go. "Yeah, but where are we going?" Looking askew she answered "To a house that belongs to someone I know." Ordinarily it would be wise to ask some follow up questions, but I wanted so badly to be alone with her, or anyone for that matter, that I wasn't thinking straight. That had to be one of the quietest car rides I have ever been on. The tension was palpable and I swear her shoulders were reaching to the crown of her head by the time we arrived at our destination, which included at least one dirt road. We pulled to a stop at a single wide trailer with the succinct announcement, "Here we are." "And why are we here? Is someone going to shoot me?" I asked somewhat playfully and somewhat seriously. While looking out the driver's window Blaire said, "No, I was hoping you would give me another shoulder massage." My mind was SCREAMING "Are you KIDDING ME!?!?!?!" My mouth merely stated, "Uh sure, but we could have done that back at the base someplace." Still looking away, "Yes, but this is more private and will be easier for me to relax." To say I had mixed emotions about this turn of events is an understatement. On one hand I was furious. She ignored me for heaven knows how long and now she wants something from me?! On the other hand, we were twenty miles past nowhere and if she was going to relax someplace this had to be it. Trying to moderate my voice, "Okay, let's go." I had the chance to marvel and relish the appearance of her ass in something other than the dumb bumble bee outfit and it was really spectacular. She was wearing a pair of shorts that clung to her ass cheeks like ivy, while being open enough to allow full range of motion for her legs. And allow for a pair of hands to run up there to fondle her. Okay, so I was super horny and watching a film of my own ass probably would have done the trick, but I maintain it was a GREAT derrière. She unlocked the door to the trailer and let me inside and my nose was assaulted while tears came to my eyes. A violent collision between old cigarettes and rotting food, that held an acrid undercurrent that smelled like urine, when combined with the nearly preternatural heat Georgia was facing, was nearly too much to ask of a guy. As my eyes adjusted from the sun, I could tell the place was a pig sty, not the worst place ever, but not what I expected from Blaire. The coffee table had ashtrays with what appeared to be week's worth of cigarette butts, assorted clothes were clumped into a pile at the end of the living room next to an oscillating fan that was struggling futilely against the heat. The walls were a shabby wood veneer that was poorly hung and were stained yellow from the nicotine. The windows were grimy and caked with dirt. The ceiling sagged in the middle and the light fixture had been knocked askew. And most oppressively of all, it was HOT! The perspiration was threatening to become a full-on sweat with absolutely no movement required. The contrast to all of the mess was in the middle of the living room floor where an air mattress lay with a clean, crisp white sheet lay upon it. "Uh, whose place is this anyway?" Sheepishly she looked down, "My soon to be ex-husbands." Again my mind raced, "She was fucking MARRIED!?!?!" "And when will he be home?" I could see it now; he was around the bend with a shotgun. Clutching at my left hand, "In a couple of days, he is an over the road truck driver. Look, Chip, I did not tell you about him before because I wasn't sure where he and I were headed, and I didn't expect anything between you and me. I have figured out he and I are at the end." As she spoke, to keep my equilibrium, I focused on her hands clasping mine and then looked up to see tears in her eyes. "Chip, you make feel things my husband never did, and never tried to. Frank moved down here after I learned where my training station so he could control the relationship under the thought that it would be so we could try and make things work out. And it isn't working." Not really wanting to know the answer, but the tightening of my scrotum in fear or desperation required it, I asked, "Because of me?" "Only partly, but that is because you showed me that it is possible to be comfortable with someone and not be afraid of what their reactions would be. I was sure that when I saw you last you were going to stop me and make me relieve you. Frank would have, but you didn't. You didn't try and it took me a day or two to figure out how I felt about that. "I also know that whatever you and I won't work in the long run because you like to flirt, a lot, and be around all kinds of people especially women. I have watched you look at other girls while we are together and sometimes I wondered if it was a lack in me that you can't keep focused solely on me when we are together. Then I talked it over with a couple of the girls at the barracks and we all came to the conclusion that you just like to be with people and not be with a person." By the time she was done, it was a torrent of tears and sobs, and honestly was pretty hard to comprehend at the end. Looking back up I said, "Blaire, you never had to hide your marriage from me. I won't and don't judge people. That is for history, heaven, and you to do. I liked the way we could talk to each other, with what I thought at the time was full honesty. As far as looking at other women I don't think I realized that I was doing it, and it certainly isn't because of a lack of interest in you." "I know, Chip." She said. Her voice sounded old, tired and hurt on some level that was beyond my comprehension. Caressing her cheeks I just looked at her and wondered what the hell I should do about this. She stepped into me placing her head on my shoulder and put her hands on my hips quietly crying, I wrapped my arms around her to hug her, but it was too much for the Little Man to not react to and he was performing his best Corinthian column impersonation. The smell of her hair, well frankly her hair smelled of sweat and cigarette smoke, intoxicated me nonetheless. The warmth of her body pressed close to mine from chest to thigh was the most erotic thing I had felt to that point in my life. We stood there for a couple of minutes until she started laughing. "What's so funny?" "Here I am crying about my marriage with you offering what comfort you can, and you have that thing stabbing me in the stomach." For whatever reason Sisyphus came to mind and I muttered, "Well, I am sure Camus would appreciate the situation." "What?" "Never mind, lie down and let's start the massage." "Okay, be right back." While she was gone, I went to the sole window in the living room to open it only to discover that it was already wide open. I lit a cigarette reflecting on the situation, tried to weigh what I wanted to do. "Should I take advantage of the situation or not?" That is when I remembered the ash tray was full of crap. Looking outside I saw a burn barrel, grabbed the ashtray (noting on some level that he and I smoked different brands) and a couple of other things and dropped them in the burn barrel. Coming back inside she still wasn't in the place where she clearly intended for the massage to occur so I grabbed more crap at random to take out to the burn barrel. I didn't quite get to the door when Blaire came from the back of the trailer wearing a man's tee-shirt. It reached down to just below her ass acting as a perfect titillation. And that hard on that I managed to forget about for a couple of minutes came raging back. "Close your eyes" she whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear her. "Okay" and clamped them shut, wondering what would happen next. The next sensation was Blaire taking me by the hands and guiding me over to the air mattress. Once there she took the cigarette from my hand and put it in the ash tray; shortly thereafter was a rustling sound, which I assumed was Blaire laying down on the sheet. "Okay you can open your eyes now" Looking down Blaire was kneeling in front of me and looking up at me, she placed her hands on my thighs which of course caused twin volcanic eruptions of heat and pleasure in my legs, and said, "You need some tension relief at least as badly as I do." She moved her hands up my thighs and loosened the web belt and unbuttoned my trousers. Blaire lightly drug her pointer finger nails across the skin of my legs as she lowered the pants leaving twin contrails on fire down the back of my legs. "Sit down, Chip." As I sat on the air mattress Blaire unlaced my boots and took them off. These were followed by my pants and then the green Army issued socks. Blaire spread my legs out causing my already hard penis to nearly burst in anticipation and then moved closer to me and gave me the gentlest kiss I had ever received (and the one I have tried to emulate over the years) and whispered, "I'll be right back." And yet again I watched her walk away while I had clear and desperate needs. Momentarily she came back with one of those black sleep masks in her hand. "Chip, take your shirts off please." I quickly hopped up to oblige her and tossed the shirt and tee-shirt on the pile of clothes that belonged to me and sat back down, only in my briefs. "Now, put this on and lay down. I prefer the dark where I can't be seen but we'll have to make do this way." I lay down, donning the mask with much anticipation. From my position on the floor I could feel some of the fan's efforts to stir the air. And then I felt it. A thermonuclear butterfly kissed my forehead, and my face melted away in pleasure. Then another delightful firestorm kiss, this one over my left temple, then the lobe of my ear. I was amazed I hadn't cum already, and on some level wondered if these little fire bombs of hers were leaving marks. "Nothing that burned so intensely could leave you unmarked, could it?" Now she was nuzzling my neck giving tiny little kisses and licks and working her way around to the other ear. One of her hands rested like a light airy ton of red hot coals on my stomach just a couple inches above my straining pecker. The other hand was being used to trace little circles on my arm. Then Blaire worked her way down to my right nipple, oh so faintly kissing it, just the slightest touch of her tongue when she licked it. A spine rattling chill coursed through me when she blew on it, and when she bit it, I would have done anything in the world that she asked of me. With my head thrashing about like a salmon the sleep mask fell off and I looked down to see Blaire start on my left nipple. It was nearly the same process this time except that she bit down first and then kissed, licked and blew on it. I don't know if I was doing it audibly or not, but I needed release so badly that I was whimpering. Blaire worked her way down my not-as-flat-as-hers stomach and then kissed and licked her way from side to side at the elastic band of my briefs. Expecting that she would now take my briefs off I lifted my ass off of the air mattress only to be pushed back down again. "Hunh uh. Not yet" This time I know I whimpered out loud like a kicked dog, because Blaire giggled. She resumed at the lower end of my briefs, kissing along the flesh side of seam. By this time I really couldn't feel what she was doing to me anymore; my whole body was afire like a super nova storm. Then she lifted my right leg and started nibbling her way up from the ankle to the knee, once at the knee nibbled harder and longer and I started convulsing, not sure if I would live through this or not. After repeating the process for the left leg (She was amazingly balanced about nearly everything) she said "Lift your butt, Chip." I lifted and she started peeling my briefs off of my waist, and yes peeling is the correct action because the briefs were soaked through. Slowly with the lightest touch I think I have ever felt, Blaire licked from my balls to the tip of my cock and then swallowed me. I don't know how much she took into her mouth, but it was plenty. Like she was drinking a chocolate malted from Baskin Robbins, Blaire sucked slowly and deeply while pulling back toward the head of my cock. As she got to the point where nothing but the head of my cock was in her, I could feel the dam break loose as I started to cum in a torrent. It was the most incredibly sensation, I could feel the ejaculation course completely through my cock. Normally I can feel the spasms of the penis' muscles and the pumping action from the other end, but this time it was an inside out feeling that I have felt only once or twice since. I won't say that I drowned her in cum, but it did seem to go on and on and on. Laughingly "Are you a little excited?" Blaire asked. With just a hint of sarcasm, I responded, "Yeah, just a little and I can't really figure out why." Smiling from ear to ear, Blaire crawled up and lay beside me and snuggled up, which in the heat would normally be a no-no but this time it didn't feel so bad. After smoking a cigarette and having a beer I asked Blaire to lie down and I started to give her, the massage, which in truth was going to be the foreplay. I started with her calves, slowly kneading them, using her perspiration as the lubricant, as I finished the left calf I massaged her left foot and then switched to the right calf and foot. Wanting to save her thighs for later I moved up to Blaire's shoulders, commenting on how it would be easier to do with out the tee-shirt. Without comment she wiggled out of the tee shirt and I started on the left side then the right side. All the while I salivated over her ass, the plain white cotton panties she was wearing, and how she had one of the most delicious ass curves in the world. Well truth be told, it WAS the most delicious, because it was with me. Blaire relaxed much more quickly this time and I moved to sit on her thighs while rubbing her mid back. By this time my cock was hard again (isn't 20 a grand age to be?) and resting between her ass cheeks on the plain white panties, which was making me even hornier than I was earlier, and decided I would ponder that one through later on. Tensing up a little Blaire asked "You aren't going to stick that there, are you?" "Nope." "No honey I got other plans for the Little Man" I thought, although now that she mentioned it, sticking it up her ass would not have been all that bad of an idea.... I finally worked my way down to her upper legs and started using long, even strokes, making sure to over lap, and all the other stuff I could remember from the book I had read. First one leg, then the other and then suddenly her legs spread apart and her aroma filled the air. Not being able to help myself, I leaned over and kissed her on the left ass curve and started licking my way toward the outside of her ass and then back in, going as slowly and gently as I could, trying my best to emulate what she had done to me. While working on the right ass curve Blaire rolled over and lifted her butt so I could pull the panties off of her. Looking down at the sweet intersection of her legs, she had a fine blonde down covering the entire area; the hair was very short and oh so soft. Not wanting to charge in like a bull, I started kissing Blaire's knee. Now I must admit that it was probably ten or may be one second from knee to labia, but I gave it all I could. Her rich musky aroma filled my nostrils and her arousal state was so high that her outer lips were fully exposed like an orchid that has opened up. "Hunh, so that is where Pink Floyd got the idea for The Wall movie." I rutted around like the young horny amateur bull I was for a while, heaven bless that woman as she lost none of her ardor despite my ineptness. The taste of her honey pot, well tasted like a semi-sweet liquid candy. Blaire's hands had intertwined in what hair I had and she was neither guiding me, nor pushing me away. Poor girl, I did everything but get to the important parts, and she got little if any satisfaction from me being there. I then kissed my way up her belly to her lovely little titties with small pink areolas which were about the size of a quarter and formed a near perfect circle. Her nipples though not large were very stiff and erect. Taking her right nipple in my mouth, I lightly sucked on it while twirling my tongue around the top of it. I must have gotten distracted, or doing something incorrectly, for a short time later Blaire was pulling me higher. Blaire's legs spread wide enough that it formed an invitation. I carefully moved myself into a push-up like position, and maneuvered the Little Man to the entrance of her vagina, looked up and saw a single tear rolling down her face toward her ear. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "For the sake of all that is Holy don't say NO!" In response Blaire shifted her weight thrusting her sweetness toward LM and said huskily, "Yes, I want it and now." Being a good soldier, I had no choice but to obey this direct order. Dropping to my knees I eased just the tip of my cock into her and waited for a couple of seconds. The feel of her entrance tightly gripping the Little Man was a delight like no other, and somewhere in the back of my mind the thought flickered that my first time should have been more like this. Blaire started to squirm a little while I knelt there and, taking my cue, I started sliding him in deeper. Surely the heat of her was melting the LM away. Could anyone be that hot and wet? At the half way point I stopped again and then pulled slowly back until just LM's head was barely inside her. I leaned forward and kissed Blaire. As my tongue slid into her mouth I slowly and firmly slid my dick completely into her, hearing a gasp as I made complete contact with her. I was apprehensive about moving, not wanting to ruin the feeling. Oh, yes, the feeling. Blaire was incredibly tight, she did not have an intact hymen, but it was clear that nobody and nothing had been in there for quite some time. The heat, juiciness, the tightness were all incredible, sending wave after wave of fiery contentedness throughout my body. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, Blaire caught me up in a hug that was like no other. Slowly I began to withdraw from her again. My movements were as slow as I could possibly make it, wanting to enjoy each iota of feeling that my cock was transmitting to me and her. Once the Little Man was only head deep in her I would thrust back down, firmly but without speed, each time eliciting a gasp from Blaire. Seldom breaking the kiss we continued never hurrying, never stopping. The sweat that was poring out of our skins acted like a high-priced lubricant allowing our bodies to slip and slide together, the salt adding a dimension to the experience that is still hard to explain. Army Times The sensations from my cock were mind-numbing, like an anesthesia applied liberally through my cock head numbing the bigger, dumber head, but not impairing the small one at all. Wherever she touched me sparks of fire ignited and raced across my skin like a crown fire in an out of control forest fire. There was an odd cooling sensation as the fire passed that acted as a syncopated refrigerant. I guess Blaire enjoyed herself, for a couple of times while we were fucking she would tense completely up (imagine that) crushing me with her arms and legs and then sigh releasing the pressure. Seconds? Minutes? Hours later? I am still not sure, my breathing started to get much deeper and ragged, and I felt the tightening in my balls that meant I was going to come soon. Sensing this somehow, Blaire hooked her feet together right over my butt hole and pulled me in tighter into her. As I exploded I started grunting and exhaled in a rush of breath. Krakatoa must have felt this way when it blew its top in the 1800's. As I ground my pelvis against Blaire's she kissed my ear and cried softly. We were lying on that not so white sheet chatting and touching some time later when the jarring sound of the phone broke us from the moment. Blaire jumped up to answer it, "Hello....Oh hi Frank....You are where?....When?....Okay" Not so amazingly her shoulders cranked up to her ear lobes as the phone conversation progressed. "We have to go. Frank is in Augusta and wants me to pick him up in two hours." Scrambling we got dressed, deflated the mattress and dropped the sheet into the laundry basket. While we headed out to the car, I asked, "How did he know you were here?" "I have been on leave (which is like vacation) since graduation waiting to talk to him." Blaire said in a flat voice. Blaire took me back to Fort Gordon and dropped me off at the BX after another long quiet car ride. As I got out of the car, Blaire said while looking away, "Bye Chip." Before I could say anything she sped off, leaving me once again to look at her tail end feeling somewhat dejected. But this time with some sexual satisfaction. As I lit a cigarette, I remembered the ash tray at the trailer and wondered what would come of it.