4 comments/ 52048 views/ 17 favorites First Time was at an Army party By: guyloveshotstories Many years ago, I was part of an advance team coming back from Iraq well ahead of the main body. After touching down and given a "Welcome Home" celebration we were given a forty-eight hour pass and those that had family already there went with them but that left a large amount that did not behind and stuck in the barracks for the weekend. At the time I was just a humble Private First Class, an E-3, very shy, a mere boy in uniform standing at a short 5'10", very thin at 130 pounds with a crew cut brown hair and eyes and constantly picked on and joked about by the rest for this. Everyone else smoked, drank, and, of course had sex except for me. At the time I was a virgin and tried to keep it a secret, waving off questions, but after being deployed for a year we were all pent up with testosterone. There were women in our unit, most were rather plain looking or married, and there was the prohibited sex, of course people broke it so much that there was large bowl of condoms in the battalion aid station. The first morning back in the States I awoke and stepped outside the barracks and breathed in the clear air of Kansas the polar opposite of the sandy, shit stank, of Iraq and my first mission was to find a cheeseburger at the on base Burger King. No one was outside but me, in my civvies, it was an odd feeling, the clothes did not fit properly and of course neither did the shoes for my body had changed proportions being deployed and for a while it looked like a new born calf walking. Coming back to the barracks after a couple of hours I saw Sergeant Jeremiah stepping out. He was a tall, thin, black man with a bald head, but had muscles to his body. When he came out his eyes turned about and saw me and I do not know the reason why he called me over. "I know you, you're the young guy right?" he asked. "Yes, sergeant" replying trying to place my body in a "at ease position" to which he laughed and waved it down. "Relax, man, we're back and off duty, call me Jeremiah. What are you doing right now?" Leaning forward at the waist towards me his dark eyes were on my paper bag of French fries and a half eaten Double Whooper, "Gotcha some Burger King?" pulling back, "I hear ya. Good choice but I bet it will go through you like hot grease," and laughed. A moment later a woman exited the barracks door behind him and slowly wrapped her arms around the sergeant's waist from behind and gave a gentle kiss to the neck. "That was wonderful, baby" she said with a very faint voice. I did not know her, a black woman, and young, possibly early twenties compared to the sergeant that I think was thirty. The two talked for a moment, gave a kiss on the lips and she walked away and my face had a 'who was that?' Look with the eyes but it was not my place to ask, but the sergeant was wise and saw it, "She's a girl that's been waiting for me. Right now she's gotta go back to work. You know what a soldier first does when he gets back?" "Cheeseburgers?" I replied. He laughed, "True, but I was going to say 'pussy', but damn, I like you. Say, what are you doing tonight?" In my mind it was flashing that all the things I could be doing but there were none. At that time there were no televisions, computers, or internet yet in the rooms because our personal possessions were in storage thus I shrugged, "I don't know." "Cool, you want to help out on something?' "Uh, sure." "Cool, we're going to be having a party over at battalion tonight," Jeremiah said. 'Battalion?' I thought it was being remodeled at the moment. How are they going to have a party there? But apparently that was the point. He said that one of the rooms had been cleared of all the furniture thus it was large enough for a party. "But, what about the sergeant of the guard?" I asked. There was sergeant and usually one or two guys that would stay behind a desk all night answering phones and helping people access their rooms when they are locked out and sometimes, once in a blue moon, would inspect a room for contraband. "Don't worry about him," Jeremiah said, "He's a friend of mine. Just be at 2200 hours at my room, 102, and help us." Agreeing to this Jeremiah gave me a pat on the shoulder and he walked away leaving me to ponder what to do. I had the rest of the day to myself and spent it eating and of course Jeremiah was right and that stuff went right through me and later called my folks and promised them I would be home in a couple of weeks. Other than that I just waited and when it came time to meet the sergeant, changed into my desert dress uniform, for some reason my mind said, do it, I went downstairs and knocked on his door. Opening up he was surprised to see me in uniform but it was time, "Alright, my man, come on in." He lived in a small room, no more than eight feet by ten feet and it was jammed to the gills with boxes of all sorts and it perplexed me where he could obtain all this in a day. Most of it was stereo equipment including CDs, subwoofers, and speakers and miles of cables and wires. Looking at it all I asked him, "We're going to carry all of this?" "Not all of it," Jeremiah replied, "But I have some more guys on their way to help." He made no mention of my uniform but he wore loose fitting street clothes and sure enough five more guys showed up and each of us picked up as many boxes as we could and began the walk towards Battalion. It was dark now, and the parking lot was empty except for one vehicle near the front. Going up the stairs to the building there was a desk off to the side where two guys were sitting rather bored. Jeremiah was the first through. He and the sergeant on duty shook hands and I saw some money being exchanged but said nothing and went down a narrow corridor past the desk towards the back. Walking behind Jeremiah he approached a set of double doors and pressed the bars and threw the doors open. This was it. A massive room that was normally used for battalion level briefings. The room's ceiling tiles had been removed to have wiring and pipes changed but fortunately the air conditioning unit was still operational if not sporadically. When we stepped through the doors Jeremiah turned about and began directing everyone where to place all of the boxes. I was carrying two coolers filled with CDs. Setting them down by Jeremiah whom asked me to go back to his room to get the ice and beers. Going back I had the urge to avoid being seen. Getting into his room I could not handle all of the beer and ice all at once thus it took several trips and each and every time I kept worrying that I would be caught by someone. I did not know who, but someone, perhaps the surprise arrival of an officer and then the whole party would be in danger, but no officer ever presented themselves and the party was set up rather quickly. My task was to fill the coolers with ice and beer and move the cables off the floor and along the wall, trying to be helpful whenever necessary. Jeremiah was distracted most of the time and when he saw me kicking some cables along the wall he called out to me, "You got all the beer?" "Yeah," filled all the coolers" pointing at the brightly colored plastic containers beside the door. Nodding "Good, good," he was satisfied and turned his head towards the speakers being put up around every corner of the room. With nothing else to do I slowly, nervously, walked up to him, "Sergeant...Jeremiah, can I ask you something?" "Sure thing," giving a wide smile that calmed me somewhat. "Why are you doing this? This party I mean." Quickly Jeremiah wrapped an arm around the back of my neck and pulled me in close, "That's my job, son. I organized basketball and football games but I couldn't do a party like this in Iraq, you know, the rules, but now that we're back, I want those that did not have a chance to get out and have some fun. Now myself, my family lives in Louisiana and I love my momma but I don't want to go home right now, it's personal, but you, why are you here?" "I can't make it home and back in forty-eight hours," dipping my head in disappointment. Jeremiah curled his arm and said, "No worries. I feel ya. Tonight you're gonna get to meet some people, some fine ladies and get to hang loose." I sure hoped for it. Even though I could not drink it was still a nice chance to meet a girl. I did not bother to change my uniform. Jeremiah made no mention of it still and I hoped that there would be no officers, but then remembered that the only officers that came back with us were married thus were long gone by now. As the minutes slowly ticked by everything was in place. According to the plan no one was allowed in until after 2200 hours, or ten o'clock and the doors closed at 2300 or 11. Looking at his watch constantly Jeremiah saw it tick closer to 10. The doors were closed to avoid any wandering eyes from seeing what was being done. At the moment it was just us guys and I looked about and realized that all of the coolers had only beer, no water, Gatorade, hard liquor, just beer that he had bought in bulk and when it sank into my mind that we needed to correct this it turned ten o' clock and Jeremiah told me to unlock the doors. Pulling them open there were people already waiting there and seeing their faces I tried to smile but I was so shy that my cheeks turned beet red and I shied away. The first people through were in civvies, or civilian clothing, and seeing me in uniform they were confused but Jeremiah beckoned them in then the next few people came in were also in uniform, some woodland camo others in desert, this was before the Velcro studded ACU uniform came out. It was against military regulations, but Jeremiah did not care and apparently neither did the people coming in wearing them. Sometime around ten-thirty the largest influx of people arrived and I could not see all of their faces then, at precisely eleven, the doors were closed and locked; no one was allowed in. Walking towards a spot next to the stereo equipment Jeremiah took up a microphone and rapped his fingers to make sure that he could be heard, "Everyone!" their heads turned towards him, "I wanna thank you all for coming. I know that it's been very stressful coming back but let's not worry about that right now. Let's have some fun! Now remember, there are to be no cameras at all. No cell phones, no video cameras, we do not want anything that could be leaked about this." He was holding people to their honor system, a rather tall order, but he did not sink to the point of searching everyone when they entered. Jeremiah went on, "And remember; what happens here...." thrusting his microphone towards the crowd. "Stays here!" they finished. The lights were dimmed significantly to the point that I could barely make out their faces unless they were nose to nose with me, even then they were strangers. I did not know most outside of my platoon and being so incredibly shy I sulked to a corner and waited as the first song came on. It was a techno remix with a very rapid beat and the room echoed because of the acoustics that made my ears ache to the point I covered them with my hands and tried to find a safe place to wait it out. Being alone and seeing everyone have their fun I did not know why I was there any more. It was dark, the air was foul already with so many people crowded into this room, must have been beyond the occupancy limit, and people were coughing, spitting, cracking open beers and dancing rather freely. Taking my hands off the ears they still rang but I started to walk through the dark crowd to keep myself occupied. With the dim lights Jeremiah had hooked up a strobe light that began kicking in with the music; when it reached a beat a blue light would flash for an instant illuminating the faces around me then have it disappear. I did not have a watch so I could not tell how long the first song lasted but then it changed into an R&B. Gently pushing through the crowd I was trying to keep busy, there were girls there having a good time but I could not force up enough courage to approach them and ask even a simple question or even to say 'hello.' I saw a couple kissing with the girl pressed against the wall and I shied away and kept going rather aimlessly and found the doors to the room when someone bumped in front of me and recoiled slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry" I said and a voice replied the same. It was almost impossible to see the person's face when the lights slightly flared up as Jeremiah had the discs changed and I was able to see who it was, a pretty looking woman, in desert dress, with long strawberry blonde hair tied up in a bun behind her head and I could see a dark hair line that formed a zigzag pattern that went from the front of her hairline on the right and went to the back. I stood at 5'10" and her eyes were at my nose meaning she was 5"6" and very cheery announcing, "Hi, I'm Samantha," offering her hand to shake which I took. "I'm Cole." "Hi, Cole, you having fun?" "Oh yes, lots" to tell the truth my ears were aching from the music, the heat was building up inside this room and I was nervous being hemmed in with so many in this place but in seeing Samantha I tried to stay focused on her. I did not mention that she was still in uniform and neither did she. She asked, "How did you hear about this party?" "Sergeant Jeremiah told me," I replied having to raise my voice a bit as the music came back on. Jerking her head back towards him as Jeremiah stepped from around the stereo system then back towards me, "Yeah, he's a good guy. I enjoy his 'parties,'" she replied. After a moment the music started to lessen in volume thus I could hear better but people were still dancing and drinking all around us. We slowly migrated towards the closed doors to get some space. She looked up at my face, "What company are you with?" "Bravo-Third platoon" "Oh, that's a good one. I'm with HHC," meaning headquarters company. "What do you do there?" I asked. "Squad leader" she replied. My body immediately tensed up to the flexibility of a plank of wood. Oh my god a sergeant. I am going to get smoked for breaking regulations but she seemed to notice and chuckled reaching out and gently placed long, slender, fingers on my left bicep, "Relax, you're cool. I'm here to relax. Try to picture me without this uniform and stripes." My eyes widened to the size of saucers and again she tapped the same arm, "You're so bad," teasingly. To my surprise she stuck around talking to me and the longer we went at it the more I became fascinated about her. She appeared to be older thus I attempted to calculate how the age, but it was not proper to ask a lady how old she was thus I tried to estimate. Knowing she was a buck sergeant, meaning three stripes, she must be in her mid-twenties that made her far older than me yet she almost did not look the part; she was cute showing youth with slightly plush cheeks but also serious determination in those eyes the way they looked straight at me, never shying away as though trying to read my mind. In a flash an arm wrapped around my neck and pulled my body slightly then came a familiar voice, "You enjoying yourself, my man?" 'My man?' Never heard someone call me that and I had very few encounters with the sergeant before tonight but I guess helping out here, at this party made me a good guy in his eyes. "Yes" I replied. Jeremiah looked at Samantha and with his other hand pointed to my chin, "This man, here, he's a good guy. He helped set this up." "Oh really?" Samantha replied inquisitively raising a thin eyebrow. "Oh yeah," Jeremiah said, "He's a big help," and patted my chest so hard that it forced air out of my lungs making me cough. He was blowing my efforts out of proportion but then again maybe he was trying to make it appear better for Samantha. "I'll be right back, guys excuse me," Samantha said. Turning about she walked towards the stereo system allowing me and Jeremiah a moment alone. Leaning into me he whispered, "She's a freak" pointing an index finger at her swaying figure slowly disappearing into the crowd. "What do you mean?" I asked rather weakly and that caught him off guard that he pulled back slowly and had a shocked looked on his face. At the time, a freak was a person that was crazy, insane. In a way that was true but Jeremiah went on saying that she was a, "horny girl." It was a far cry from my first impression of Samantha. She was a pretty woman, professional, and nice to talk with and above all a sergeant, but Jeremiah shattered that image of her having sex and I kept it all inside like everything else. When Samantha came back, a beer in hand, Jeremiah excused himself leaving us two alone. The heat was building up in the room my forehead was growing beads of sweat that I quickly wiped away with the cuff of my blouse. A year in Iraq my body was well accustomed to the heat, yet all of the trapped body heat, odor, was stifling in this room was becoming too much and I wondered if the AC was working at all. Further compounding our problem there were no windows and the only way in or out were the double doors beside us. I had to tough it out. 'Come on' I thought, 'you've been through worse and this is your chance to meet someone.' For the next few minutes we kept talking asking where we were from and what we planned to do when we got to go on leave then, I don't remember how, but we wound up sitting on two of the coolers beside the doors that were now empty and used them as seats to ease the aching knees. Samantha was very pleasant to talk to. I remember seeing her around but never long enough to talk to her but she was pretty as our conversation carried on I was rather surprised that she expressed interest in keeping up the conversation with me. She asked, "How do you know Jeremiah?" He was not from my platoon so I did not know him well, "I met him this morning and he asked me if I could help." It was the truth. Then my tongue slipped as she took a sip of beer, "He's been talking about you." Lowering her beer and swallowing she looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "Oh really? When?" "When you walked away and came back with the beer." With an insisting voice she asked, "What did he say?" I did not have the heart to call this woman a 'freak' as he put it. She was nice and talking to me and I did not want to spoil it so I immediately put a spin on it, "He says that you're a nice person to be with." It came out very cheesy and I kicked myself for not being better on the delivery for she immediately caught it. "Oh really? Let me guess, he called me a 'freak'?" Reluctantly I nodded, "Uh, yeah," replying hesitantly. "Yeah, he's a good guy but does have a big mouth," leaning back enough to rest her head against the wall, "So, yeah, I did do it while over there," then slowly turned to look at me, "What about you?" My mind was running a mile a minute. She was a sergeant and having sex? With who? That is what I was wondering constantly. Was it Jeremiah? She knew him and my thought process was broken when she imposed a question, "Cole, are you a virgin?" voice coming out as a tease. Hesitantly I nodded. That must have been the firing pin for her whole attitude changed at a drop of a hat. Her lips again formed a wide smile and out came a low, rolling, "Oh? Don't worry. I was a virgin once. We all were. You have to start somewhere, right?" leaning her abdomen towards me until it was inches away from me. My hands were trembling, skin turning white as my heart pumped blood hard into my head that I believe veins were showing. Was this going to be my first kiss? I did not expect it to be so forth coming. In high school it was a great day if a girl talked to me outside of class and smiled. Samantha leaned in, lips just inches apart, my eyes were wide in anticipation hers were nearly closed. This was going to be my first kiss and my heart was climbing into my throat. First Time was at an Army party "First time for everything, right?" she asked again in a whisper. At the moment our lips touched at first I felt nothing but instead of a tap and pulling back Samantha kept her lips pressed, turned her head slightly to the right she gave a slight suck then I felt something rub over my own lips. It was her sharp tongue and I could not respond and she went in. That slippery eel slid into my open mouth and plunged in deep, could feel it rub over the teeth and flick the uvula there was no stopping her, every second she would go deeper driving it down as her hands started to stroke my chest aimlessly. Oh my, my heart was about to explode and closing my eyes and savoring the flavor she tasted a bit like beer but when our tongues clashed she moaned into my mouth and spurred the sergeant to keep going. Slowly pulling back Samantha smiled and ran the tip of her tongue across my lips and went up to the tip of my nose and giggled before letting out a long, sensuous moan. Looking into her gray eyes I became lost, forgetting about the music, the party, and all the people around us. Summoning up my courage my right arm bent up and started to slowly wrap around her back and slowly caress her spine. Samantha got up from her seat and threw her right leg over my waist and straddled me, dropping her body against mine and my hands immediately began to massage her back. She arched and threw her chest out and tossed her head back running hands up her entire abdomen then her hands reached up and started to undo the buttons to that tan colored desert uniform. "Oh no" weakly calling out and she stopped and looked. "Keep it on. It's sexy but pop a few buttons," saying whilst moistening the lips. Her smile returned, "Okay, baby," and that is what she did, undoing the first two buttons of that blouse and for the first time I could see cleavage and feel the heat coming off that had been pent up inside for a long time. Keeping that chest out, Samantha removed her garrison cap from her trouser cargo pocket and placed it on her head properly and now she resembled a Maxim photo shoot with serious yet sensual eyes, the skin exposed was starting to show some sweat and there was bits of a black bra underneath and no undershirt. Did not catch that at first, another no-no but did not care. "You like that, Cole, baby?" the way she said that, the smoky voice teasing I nodded. Reaching up her fingers curved inside the flap of the blouse and gave a slight pull showing more of the solid black bra and I would say she had a nice chest. They were not huge, like basketball size, but they were nice, and she felt a hand running up her stomach then slowly rolled over her hand and cupped the same breast; she smiled, moistened her lips, and sighed as they were given a gentle squeeze, and they were soft, very soft. "First time touching a woman's chest?" she asked. I nodded. Biting her lowering lip she pulled back her hand from her blouse and placed both hands on my chest and started to gently rub her waist against mine, "What do you think?" meaning her chest as she slowly started to lean her body towards my face. "Very nice," smiling. It was very nice. The uniform she wore was a bit baggy, larger than her frame. That may be due to the deployment, a lot of us lost weight thus what we arrived with did not fit properly. "Yeah? Mmmm they're 36 C and all natural." My eyes widened, hand still on the breast and I got to see her real skin. Like me the skin on the hands, neck and face was sun kissed by the desert sun yet underneath it was much whiter, not paper white but significantly less and her skin was very soft, well treated. She took great care of her body, must have worked out extra each day and treated the skin with aloe and kneading the dough and she began to reach down and started to lift up my blouse and could feel her fingers starting to undo my belt but said nothing to stop this. Adrenalin was pumping and of course I had a hard on. Samantha knew it and said, "I have shown you mine; now show me what you got in there." God damn, she is beautiful. So passionate and willing and when my button fly was opened her cold fingers were around my firm muscles and I felt my brain spark and had to control myself from trying to explode at just her touch. Had to clear my mind and keep my body under control and draw this out. Samantha said, "Oh my, this is nice," looking down with a rather surprised face and then lifted up her eyes towards mine. "R-really?" "Yeah, baby, how big is this?" "S-six and a half inches." Gently wrapping one hand around the diameter of the shaft and slowly pulled it along its entire length to the head holding a solid, satisfied smile, "Oh, nice, very nice." "R-r-really?" I always wanted it to be bigger believing that bigger was better but Samantha leaned in whispering, "Yeah, baby. It's just the right length. Too big and it hurts," and gave me another kiss as both hands began to massage the penis and testis lovingly. By now her hands were warming up and my head smacked the wall and eyes staring up at the ceiling, mouth hung agape and lungs pumping in and out air as fast as possible. "When was the last time you came?" she asked. "I-I-I..." unable to come up with an answer and I could not remember the last time I masturbated. "I bet you have so much inside here" Samantha gave a gentle squeeze on my sac that jostled my body. Leaning towards my face, "Where do you want to drop you load?" "I-I-I" Putting up a frown, her voice dropped to that of a child, "Aww, do you want to fill up my pussy? Do you want to spray it on my chest? Or on my ass?" Looking into her eyes she pursed her lips as I began to summon up a deep breath and thrust my hands out and grabbed that soft backside and dug the fingers deep that caught her off guard and placed my face just inches from hers and said, very determined, "I wanna spray your beautiful face and watch you eat my thick, hot sperm." This was my fantasy; I wanted it to go right, my way. She became enthralled, "Oh God, baby, yes!" tossing her head back, wrapping hands behind my head and shoving my face into her hot cleavage. It was stifling in there and I could not breathe. Retracting my head back Samantha tacked on, "That's what I like." It flashed in my mind what Jeremiah said before; she was, indeed, a freak. I do not know what brought this on. One minute we were talking and next she was on me. It could not have been the beer, but Samantha had suddenly given herself to me and I was not going to ruin this or pass it up no matter what. With that smoky voice Samantha said into my ear, "I like having a guy shoot his load on me," popping another button on that desert blouse, showing more of that beautiful body underneath before gently cupping underneath each breast giving them a gentle squeeze, proving that though large and finely developed they were indeed real and licked the cleavage with the tip of her sexy tongue. I remembered all those pornos, cheesy lines, music, and always willing women, but they all melted away looking into her eyes. Leaning in Samantha moved to my right ear and the tip of her tongue started to lick slowly around the earlobe then poked at the canal. "You know what soldier? Under this uniform, mmmm, I'm a woman that just loves to have men. It gets me going," then she flicked my ear with her lounge pulling away. I was drive but it was baffling the way she talked because now it sounded like a porno shoot. I only heard this in those movies and never in real life. Women I know would be offended to be called a whore and before she was a pleasing person and I wondered where was the switch? "So you've never tasted pussy?" Samantha asked and when I shook my head negatively she sighed disapprovingly, "No worries, I'll go easy on you, this time. How about you fuck me? I cut holes in my bottoms. So I don't have to take them off." It was a rather ingenious. Did she have them for an occasion such as this? Her fingers slowly wrapped around the shaft I felt the head moving across the fabric and then the moisten vagina. Samantha was not going to tease me and I felt the moving of soft flesh as the head went in and she moan directly in my ear as it sank in deeper. She was rather tight, her juice eased it in, and when the last inch was inside she sighed then arched her back to thrust that chest into my face once again having those bags on my lips once again that made me gently lick around the pads of the bra. I wanted them to move aside, to show more of that skin they were concealing but then she started to grind and then Samantha started to pick up speed lifting up and slamming her buttocks down, the lips of her moistened opening stretching and going in much more easily with each penetration as the juices flowed out onto my inner thighs and onto the cooler. Samantha lifted her hands and placed them beside my head against the wall to brace her frame as our pace started to quicken and her head began to swish about and that strawberry blonde hair was beginning to break out from the bun. The both of us were panting, "Yes, yes, yes, yes," our eyes connected and we kissed more and more as I moved my hands down her flanks and across her buttocks and gave a playful spank to which she immediately quipped, "Harder." Obliged the next one was hard enough that the cheek jiggled and the sergeant moaned louder biting her lower lip and driving her further and slamming that ass harder down. I did not think that it would be like this so full of energy and passion. Her vagina was so hot on the inside, I could feel all the muscles tightening around my shaft as she quaked, "Oh, God, baby, yes," Samantha moaned and felt the sharp bite when her teeth nipped an earlobe. Suddenly my throat tightened, her hand was clasped tightly around it and for an instant I could not breathe then she kissed me and started thrusting that tongue deep down before tearing away angrily and come back a moment later, pinching my lower lip between the vice of her teeth and pull back, hard, and release. It hurt but I kept squeezing her ass harder and said nothing to cease it but what did come out was, "You're a dirty little soldier." I do not know why I said that, perhaps, the excitement of the moment. To my surprise, "Yes I am" Samantha replied looking at me with a flare in those gray eyes, fully embracing this moment, "I'm a filthy, god damn, soldier. You like fucking this sergeant's pussy?" "Yes, sergeant" I chirped. "Good, private. You do as you're ordered, mmm; this pussy will always be yours." Did she really mean that? Was this the beginning of a relationship? Was this sergeant giving herself to me whole heartily? Time was completely lost, her panting breath was striking my face, the sweat growing constantly with our body heat and when it came it cooled me and then something struck my chin. It was her dog tags. Where did they come from? Don't care. Brushing them aside with my nose and kissing above the chest, slowly moving up towards the shoulders, lips in constant contact with her salty flesh, her body was so soft, hot, and each moment she went harder and started whispering stuff into my ear that confirmed that she was a real freak, "Next time I want you to fuck my ass," and then my body started to change and my eyes started to widen. Samantha's voice became raspy from thirst, "Cole. Cole" the longer we went. "Yes, fuck me. I need it. I haven't had one in so long," and I remembered in pornos that when they said it I knew it was a script because they were constantly being filled but this woman, Sergeant Samantha, was dripping in sweat, running her hands across my chest, arms, head, and kissing me so hard that even biting becoming so consumed with passion that she nipped my ear hard enough that I winced, "Ow" but she did not respond just moaning more and more right next to my red ear. She was enjoying it but not screaming my name for the whole room I guess she did not want to draw unnecessary attention. Her mouth was hanging open and parched I reached up and kissed her, letting my tongue slide in to wet her whistle then I began panting, "I...I" her eyes flashed brightly. "Yeah? You're gonna cum, baby?" Throat dry and unable to wet it I quickly nodded. Easing to a stop she slid down my shins and to the floor on her knees uttering pleasured moan, "Mmmmmm" running her delicate hands across firm thighs, eager in anticipation as I rose up and began stroking myself to reach my first orgasm with a real woman. That garrison cap covered up most of her face, she slowly looked up; thin lips just an inch away from the tip of the head and I beat feverishly and licked it quickly smiling. "Come on, baby. Give this filthy soldier your load." Feeling all the blood moving towards one spot this was going to be it and I tensed up and tried to put as much pressure against the back of the discharge as possible and prayed it would be more than just a couple of drops. I wanted to have satisfaction and when the eruption happened her head was lowered and shielded by the brim of that cap. When the plug came out and everything flowed I let out a heavy moan and felt a cold chill run down my entire body as I looked to see her still on her knees before me. Volley upon volley discharged I but could not see it just Samantha's body sitting still, taking it. When the last shot fired my body trembled, all the blood drained out that I could not stand and had to sit back down where that back of my head smacked against the cinderblock wall and my eyes started to get blurry. I had to stay focused; keep fighting the urge to fall asleep. It was the beginning of dehydration and had to keep fighting it or risk being in an embarrassing situation. Samantha was still there not moving and I wanted to see what had happened. Correcting myself on the seat I looked as Samantha tilted her head back and the light flooded around the brim of the cap showing the effects. Her beautiful face was spattered all over; lines of thick white spunk traced seven horizontal lines; one in the left eye and moved down the side of the nose like she had been crying, another went up between the thin eyebrows where the forehead met the cap and a lot more on the left cheek, then there was a lot around her lips slowly moving towards the chin and mouth was open somewhat. Curving her tongue out Samantha sloshed around cum that had shot into her mouth. Fully expected her to spit it out onto her chest and rub her hands over her chest Samantha amazed me when she smiled, stuck her tongue out to show the spunk and swallowed it hard. "My god, baby you got a heavy load," she said rising up and sitting back down next to me and began lapping up as much semen as much as possible with the tongue where she could not she used a finger to swirl it all up and dropped it into her mouth. The bit that went into her eye was the first, and she took up and consumed every drop and when wrapped her lips around the figure and gave a gentle suck to ensure that it was done. Still panting hard my body was beginning to adjust to having sex and this damn heat. Looking at her, so beautiful with her chest partially exposed, body lathered in sweat, hair that had once been done up and sleek now had several blades dangling over her eyes and soaked in sweat and gray eyes looking back with determination slowly evolving to pleasure, "All gone," yawning open, lifting up the tongue to show that it was true. I could not move, so completely drained and after a moment she started to gently caress my chest with the tips of her fingers going over the breast pockets, on my left "U.S. Army" the other my name. It was so wrong, having sex in uniform, but we did not care. We made several violations we could probably be given Bad Conduct discharges. I was fighting to stay awake and slowly erected my body to a better sitting position as Samantha rose to her feet and started to button up her blouse. My heart sank a bit. Was that it? Was she going to just move on or something? Bending over at the waist she kissed my lips, "That was great; I'm going to go talk to some friends. I'll see you later, okay? I promise." Then she uttered a proverb, "The night is young, have some fun," and in a flash she disappeared into the crowd. I did not know what she meant about it for a while. No longer able to see her face it came back that this was a party; there were tons of people all around me and my fly was open with my penis hanging out. Quickly shoving it back in and buttoning up I sat on that cooler completely stumped for, I guess, an several minutes and I tried to piece together everything that had just happened. All I could picture was Samantha's face staring at me; that lovely round face with gray eyes and thin, soft, sensual lips. I tried to recall every moment, when I was feeling that soft body, the first kiss, when I was inside her. It was so different now; I kept trying to recall the softness of her breasts, the tightness of her orifice. If what she said to me was true, if I was good enough that she was mine would it actually come true to have a relationship? The temperature was becoming intolerable now. I do not think that the AC was working at all as my throat became parched and none of the coolers had bottled water but thankfully there was ice and getting up I fished out a hunk and placed it in my mouth to let it melt. As this was being done I wondered what else I should do. There was no clock, I had no watch, I did not know anyone else outside of Jeremiah and I could not see him. Sitting around here was doing my body no good, I had to get up and about and though it pained my legs I did. Moving through the crowd, the party was in full swing, couples were dancing freely. I stepped on a discarded shirt and then an empty beer can. People were making out everywhere around me then a very petite girl grasped my wrist. Looking down she had very wide, rounded eyes, staring up piercing, "You wanna do it?" she asked. "Excuse me?" I asked taken aback. When I hesitated for a moment her eyes suddenly turned to worry, "You don't wanna do it? You hate me?" I could not hate her for I did not know her, at all. She must have been someone's girlfriend and it was confirmed when a man came up behind her and said with a very deep voice, "I'm sorry about her, man. She's just a bit drunk." The man's hand reached out and held onto the girls' wrist and she released her grip on me. They disappeared into the darkness and I continued on. The lights were dipping once again making it next to impossible to see thus began a game of Marco Polo moving through. I got lost without a reference point then moving around one guy I saw a familiar shape when the strobe light flashed and there was a full DCU uniform just about ten feet away and I recognized it immediately. There was Samantha, my heart rose up, and my smile returned. She was talking to this guy and I wanted to approach and all these questions were flowing through my mind about what I should ask, but before I could take two steps further she suddenly dropped to her knees, ripped this man's fly open and was sucking him off very eagerly. My mouth hung open in utter surprise. She was into it; hands gripping the man's thighs tightly, shoving her head in and out taking every inch, her eyes looking up as she struggled to fit everything inside her tightening throat as the head plunged in and coughed it out and then spat to lube it up and then take it in once again. The man was just standing there, one hand holding a beer then rather lazily he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the back of her head but he did nothing else as Samantha deep throated him and I saw her tongue slowly slide out and actually lick his hairy sac and she actually tried to fit everything, his sac and penis inside her mouth but did not fully succeed. First Time was at an Army party "Yeah, baby I'm gonna cum" he said rather nonchalantly. Dropping her hands Samantha gripped her knees and said, "spray me," smiling and lowering the rim of her garrison cap as the man feverishly stroked his shaft canting his head back moaning loudly that drew many faces to look. Watching in awe the sergeant wanted him to spray his load onto her cap, something that baffled me of all the places for her blouse was still closed. He came hard and the sperm shot out and splashed against the chevrons that had been sown to the front of the cap and began to flow to either side of the brim and started to flow off like rain water and splashed against her chest. "Mmmm" running the tip of her tongue across her pink lips though not actually tasting semen she flicked her eyes up and saw everything from underneath as he gripped the shaft hard and rang out the last drop and when he was done the man just zipped up everything and left leaving Samantha alone to savor the experience. Standing up she turned around and saw me there, "Oh, hi, baby. You enjoying the party?" rather casually as if what just happened never did. "Uh, yes" I forced myself to say whilst keeping a chirpy disposition. "Good. Say, why don't we talk a little later, 'kay? I am going to talk to a few friends," yet paused for a moment as the music changed. I could not tell what it was because my ears pained me so but Samantha's demeanor suddenly changed from brushing off to that of wanting, "Wait, wait, can you dance?" "I...what?" The music began and in a flash the sergeant turned about and was dancing, wiggling her hips, swaying from side to side, seemingly taunting me with that large backside, occasionally looking back out of the corner of one eye then one arm bent back, hand wrapping the back of her head, lips pursed she started to move back towards me as I tried to dance in a similar fashion, but I was a rookie when it came to dancing but having her strutting before me I could not resist. I could not explain it, her whole attitude changed but I put it away when her body was against me once again and her other hand started reaching behind and could feel it brushing up and down my thigh. Oh the feeling of having her body again, I was not sure if I could cum again, but again I was firming up and I was going to toss the dice when a man materialized from in front of her and pressed his body against her chest without question or asking thus, her body was sandwiched between our firm bodies, that was turning her on and Samantha began kissing the man, he was very eager and trying to rip open her blouse whilst she was rather easing into him, running the hands under his shirt then he dipped down and started to devour the breasts. "Yes," she moaned biting the lips then the man placed his firm hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto her knees. With a muffled roar he commanded her, saying, "Blow me, you cum sucking bitch" Enraged Samantha pushed the man away and he fell and people laughed then Samantha look at me and the smile returned, "Baby...." Dryly and we kissed passionately, her right leg was bent and started to wrap around my thigh and I wrapped my large hands around her backside and then hoisted herself up and wrapped her legs around my waist and it pained me at first but my body was toned and I carry her for a bit before a girl bounded forward from the darkness, "Hey, hey, can I play along?" looking at her, she was a very pretty redhead. My dark brown eyes looked her over very carefully as Samantha was doing the same. She stood at just about the same height was the sergeant with dark red hair that was tightly done up in the back and hung down well past her shoulders, rounded, emerald green eyes, a small sloping nose, half pursed pink lips, rounded chin, her earlobes were pierced with simple pearls, the neck had a thin gold chain and going down further her chest slopped out towards me, and it was much larger than the sergeant's, I guessed a 36DD, comparing them to Lara Croft's that were penned in by the black fabric of a sports bra, with pink booty shorts and when she allowed me to see what she had, a voluptuous bubble butt that sway with each step. "They're forty-two double Ds" she said cupping the breasts with her hands, lifting them up slightly before letting them drop, "In case you're wondering," then giving a wink. She must have been no older than I yet for a unit this small I could not recall the face and she gave no name but she had a very cheery voice that sounded a bit like an Australia. Coming up to Samantha they seemed to hit it off rather quickly as the redhead gave a firm kiss and began pressing their chests into each other and I watched as the teats smashed and splashed against each other in a lascivious dance as their hands grabbed and squeezed every inch of flesh as their lips locked and slowly lowering themselves to the ground and I began to feel left out until the sergeant glanced up at me and sticking her tongue flapping the tip teasing and the redhead flicked emerald green eyes and yawned running her own eel across the bottom of her lip. "This is Cole" Samantha said, "He's so cute," nuzzling each other. "Yes he is" the redhead replied, both set of eyes looking up at me as their faces were pressed together, "I bet he tastes good as well." "Oh, yeah, definitely," Samantha said and held up a hand, extended the index finger, and slowly beckoned me closer, "Baby," that same hand bending back and then running up her throat and pinching the sides of the redhead's lips together in a 'fish' expression, "I want you to cum all over her face and I will clean it up." It was a whole new world, first I had sex with a beautiful sergeant, now there were two women before me, wanting, begging, willing. The redhead was driven as her hands reached for me, opened the fly, took out my penis and started sucking me without missing a beat. Already firm now I felt a tight mouth around the shaft as she tried to taking me in deep. I was not big and I could feel the back of her throat as the sound of, "guck, guck, guck, guck" arose as her head bobbed and Samantha was there the whole time looking up, occasionally flaring her teeth in a 'oh yeah I like it' devilish smile as one hand would caress the redhead's backside, sometimes giving a pat before falling into the crease of the ass and the tips of the fingers find the wet citreous and rubbing it gently, and the other hand rose up and began feeling the larger chest of the redhead and her heart was racing. All of her emotions were spilling out. She liked what she saw and she whispered for her to take it all. "I am, I am," the redhead replied muffled. The muscles of her throat tightened thus the redhead forced it out and Samantha told her to take it in, "Yes, sarge," she replied. The redhead must know her I thought and looking down Samantha was spanking the thick cheeks several times a minute then she grasped the right hand and placed it against the redhead's chest and told me to feel them. Even under the sports bra they were very soft, could almost press the thumb and fingers together meaning they were real and at once she wanted to take off her sports bra to show her half dollar size, flat, pink nipples but Samantha shook her head lightly, "No, he likes it on. Keep it on," the gray eyes giving an unreeling leer into the emerald green. Because I was already firm and excited I said, "I'm gonna cum" and the redhead removed that mouth and arched her back, chest out but her sports bra still on as Samantha quickly ran her hand over them pressed her face in and gently began to kiss the black fabric of the bra when my whole body shuddered and I shot hard and the first of it splashed against her nose making her twitch and laugh. Samantha's hand reached out and grasped my shaft, furiously jerking until I could no more than sucked on the tip before letting go and turning her whole attention to the redhead whom widened and realized that Samantha had turned into a hungry panther whom pounced upon her, pinning that buxom body to the ground and began work on gather up all that spunk that had spattered against her face and body. It looked like they were screwing each other but they were still clothed, arms wrapped around each other and they began to roll about kissing, and moaning into each other's mouths and I felt forgotten until the redhead stopped and slowly got up clearing the strands of hair from her forehead and smiled looking at me and lightly grabbed her chest and played with them as Samantha got up and pressed her chest against hers. God my kingdom for a camera. And the redhead summoned me closer. Cleaning her mouth she kissed me and slowly began to snake her hands around my head and we started to make out. She was great, had a hot body, I wondered if she was a member of the unit, then it would be great but then I remembered about Samantha and pulled back a bit and looked but she was gone and the redhead pulled me back and we kept kissing. Already climaxing twice I doubted if I could again but this woman was getting me going, yet in the back of my mind all I could think of was Samantha. It was stupid, yes, for this buxom redhead was throwing herself at me could not shake Samantha's face, then, in a flash, the redhead let loose of my body and she disappeared before I could react. I wanted to call out but she was gone and left alone once again. It was impossible to stay busy all I could do was think about Samantha. She was my first, what she said made me think about what more we could have done. That redhead was unexpected, the way Samantha just allowed her in and then rolled around on each other, she was a whole different person, somewhat bi-polar, and then she would get up and disappear. Through all of this the music was blaring but I did not recognize it all of the faces became a blur I tried to detach myself as the scenario played through my mind that Samantha was only giving me "pillow talk" that she did not mean any word of it thus it was turning into a one night stand. I walked past a girl on all four getting thumped by a man very vigorously by a man, her shrill cry, "Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" It was a very annoying nasal cry that did not appeal to me at all. A man came around to her front, and thrust his penis into her mouth to get her to shut up, thus she turned to rotisserie meat on a spit. She forced his penis out from her throat, "Mother fucker!" gasping for breath and the man behind gave a very hard slap her ass that made her scream in pain. I must have did a 180 degree turn for I came upon the same coolers where we sat and several people before me parted showing the stereo system but no one was operating it, it was on auto. Moving on I saw several men gathered around just to the left of the system next to the strobe light that was no off and then the light intensified somewhat I guess so Jeremiah could see what he was doing. My interest was piqued at this crowd thus I went closer. All those men were taller than I was and would not move thus I was forced to stand on my tip toes to peek over their shoulders and my mouth hung agape at the spectacle: I was Sergeant Samantha in a gangbang. She was on all fours, straddling a black man holding herself up with her own hands from the ground just above the man's shoulders with that man's pipe inside her twat. He was muscular, very well built and in this sauna his skin was moist and slick and so was the sergeant's. Her backside was sticking out as a man mounted her, gently feeding the head inside the tight, pink anus at the same time taking another firm shaft into her mouth as two more men stepped forward, and she began beating them off with her hands as the other men gathered around were beating themselves off. It chilled me to the bone. This was the woman I just met and felt sudden compassion for, I could not explain why, but I felt my heart sank into the pit of my stomach yet I could not turn away as she took it all as her body heaved with each thrust. The men would sometimes go gently, very caring as if making love then the next would be vigorous, and the sergeant would keep her jaw slack, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" feeling his pelvis thump against her backside and when a gentle man came next she would take a firm one into her mouth sucking it very slowly, gray eyes looking up as she slurped, taking it all the way in, the tongue coming about and trying to wrap around the shaft. Her voice was gurgling trying to talk with that thick meat in her mouth before releasing the shafts in her hands and very lightly pushing the man before her away, coughing, before whipping her head about, more of that bound straight back hair coming loose. Reaching back she slapped her own ass growling, "Come on, give it to me. That's an order," and the men cheered. Quickly two more men stepped forward and she gave each one a hand and took another into her mouth. It was a sight that I only saw in a porno movie. Her tan blouse was hanging open, her back arched as she started to lift herself, eyes closed and I could hear the "guck guck guck guck" as the head inside her throat was piercing down the throat. The man she was straddling reached up and starting fondling the chest, easily moving aside the black bra and showing the large, perky, cherry red nipples underneath that he pinched between his thumbs and index fingers before lightly nipping them with his teeth. Spitting out the man her mouth Samantha coughed harder to clear the throat then released her grip on the men beside her then lowered her body onto the man and began running her chest up and down his face as the man going doggy went faster. Samantha looked back with a jerk and smiled evilly in seeing that it was a black man and they kissed then she pulled away moaning, her head still hanging moaning, "Oh yeeeees, god," as the black man bit her ear and reached around and started to play with her chest. Her trousers were still on but the holes she cut must have been ripped wider by these eager beavers and her tan boots were still on as well, laced up tight that is what gave her such an appealing image. The blouse and trousers were good but the boots gave her the appearance that 'I'm all business.' Trying to find a place to keep looking was impossible, the guys go in and out, changing places constantly I couldn't keep a space and then they would close gaps and I be popped out in the back again. The men mounting her doggy style would change out in a couple of minutes, the man on the floor did not change, he could not move at all and liked the view as Samantha sucked off one man, taking him in as deep as she could and lathering it up enough before they would switch and that man she just sucked off would mount her and start pumping her ass. It did not matter which man; white black, Hispanic, it was all the same to her and wanted each man in her until one great big man, completely nude, not even socks, pushed his way through the back and at first Samantha looked at him a bit surprised but accepted him. He was hairless, not a single minute hair on his slightly tanned white body, very muscular with a solid six pack showing a firm biceps and thighs... he must have been a body builder and when squatting down Samantha was about to say something when the man shoved his entire penis inside her anus so hard that the sergeant actually jumped and screamed in pain and lowered herself onto the man on the floor but the bald man kept going, pounding hard as his hands slapped each cheek so hard that they left bright red marks. "Stop! Stop!" she screamed but he did not, "Damn it, stop!" and a couple of guys wrapped their hands around his body and jerked him away before he could finish leaving the sergeant moaning, and I thought for a moment she was crying, laying on the man on the floor trying to recover. She wanted to go on but her anus was in pain and the men below looked at her with worried eyes but she slowly pulled herself off the man, sat on the floor gently running her hands over the curves of her entire body all the way up to the hair on her crown, actually taking away the hair band letting each and every strand of beautiful hair fall down beyond her shoulders and forced out a moan announcing she was back in the same. Shoulders tightly pressing together letting the swaying teats tease the men, "Come on boys," pausing, flicking her soft eyes up at their faces, "Give it to me." Now rejuvenated Samantha slowly traversed her head around to see all those hunks that had gathered around, some had fucked her others were sucked off but most were just spectators, savoring the view. Because of the rule of no cameras and phones all they could rely on was their memory and chances are they would be shot with all the alcohol come the next morning. Samantha knew these men, she worked with them for a year, could call each one of their names and some she had the sweets on thus when they came forward she took extra care in pleasing them, she loved at first, before dropping down on all fours, before I got there, that their hands were all over her body, feeling the muscles and flesh, fat, and hair, her very body, reaching inside her uniform, how they begged her to take it all off but she refused saying "I like it this way. So you know who you're fucking with." All of their hands at once she could not tell whom were grabbing what as their seasoned bodies were all up close, so close she could not move, not even turnabout. She felt a prisoner and liked it as it slowly progressed to what I saw. There were perhaps eight men if not more beating off around her in a fully circle. On her knees, head tilted back all the way, mouth fully open and smiling, "Yeah, give it to me," moaning louder and louder for each second they made her wait. When the first man came a river shot across her entire chest and Samantha let out a moan as the other men began to explode one by one, most of them aiming for her chest for it was the largest then those that were beside her head aimed for her mouth. They came and kept climaxing showering her exposed flesh with their spunk and her body shuddered uttering a wail as her body felt hot. Those near her head began smacking their heads against her forehead and cheeks before she gently sucked the last drop out of each one of them then she slowly moved the thighs around before her body and laid on her back to rest, I guess for her anus. Once they were finished the guys just walked away. I lingered for a while as Samantha lay on the ground panting hard trying to summon up the strength to stand up. Inching myself closer my eyes fixated on her prone body, voluptuous chest heaving as she drew in breath, her mouth dry and eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. It was just me and her and I looked over and asked, "You need help?" I was angry with her but I could not help but feel somewhat sorry that she could not move especially after what that big guy, whom now vanished, had done. Her eyes moved and saw me and smiled, "Oh, hi, baby. Could you help me up?" unable to lift even her hand I behind her body, thrust my hands under her armpits and hoisted her up slowly until she was in a sitting position and then I carried her towards the closest wall for her lean against then went to the cooler to get some ice and remembered there was no bottle water or anything else but beer and came back with a handful of slowly melting ice for her to chew on. "Thank you, so much," she said dryly breaking off a piece and placing it into her mouth taking the remainder and rubbing it over her chest and letting out an impassioned moan as her body cooled off. Running the tongue across the harsh ice as it melted Samantha said nothing as the hunk in hand was melting away to near nothing and now the nipples on her teat were sharp. Once she had cooled off enough to function Samantha flicked her eyes about and moistened the lips with the last bit of ice then recognized my presence once more and was about to say something before Jeremiah showed up. Of all of the times he could have it had to be now. "Hey, girl!" he called out, "Heard you had some fun."