0 comments/ 65183 views/ 13 favorites A Tale of Two Pussies By: Coxswain Nurses in the military learn the power of American cock Thanks to armywife, mt1rosie, and tampabayed * A US Army sniper sat in a Humvee stopped on a routine patrol near Baghdad, watching an intersection in a quiet area while the rest of the unit checked surrounding streets. "Hey, Bob, check it out! At your 2 o'clock." Gianetti, the sniper's spotter, stood up through a hole in the Humvee's roof, manning the machine gun, pointing off into the distance. The sniper spotted a ragged woman staggering toward them from an alley. She was not wearing a veil--Blonde hair! She's not an Arab! He ran out to her, and she ran into his arms. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you!" He looked beyond her. No one in pursuit. No ambushes. He rushed her back to the Humvee and pushed her inside. The woman was small, maybe 5'2", and looked about 24, maybe younger. Long yellow hair, blue eyes. Like a surfer girl, like Gidget grown up. She was scratched and dirty but didn't look in bad health. A little thin, perhaps. He crawled back into the driver's seat. All other seats had been removed (the easier to pack in boxes or cargo), but the Humvee was empty, so the woman crouched in the large, open space. "Hi, I'm Sergeant Bob Miller. Who are you?" She turned out to be Amelia Jacobsen, a Red Cross nurse kidnapped in an insurgent raid earlier in the war--before the International Red Cross pulled its operatives out of the area. The poor woman ended up sold as a slave, finally "owned"--and kept for nearly a year--by an Iraqi in a house near Baghdad. Her story was incredible: "He took me to his house and locked me in a room. Then women--I don't know, 10, 12--came in. They, they prepared me! Washed me. Annointed me with oil--she sighed--trimmed my nails, my toenails--trimmed my pussy-hair--and a massage! Put me down on a couch, hands all over me--rolling me over, caressing my breasts--squeezing them, playing with my nipples--God, it was awesome!" She dropped her head in embarrassment. Miller cleared his throat. "It didn't--wasn't your fault." "I was naked--didn't realize I was--how they got my clothes off, I don't know--but I was naked in the middle of a dozen Arab women! In his harem!" "Well, that's over now, you're safe--" --"They dressed me in a silk gown. Finest, sheerest silk. Clung to me like smoke. Draped over my nipples. Dented into my navel." Another sigh. "And it was transparent. Faintest gray." She stared off into the distance. "And he came in. Took off his clothes--hairy chest--and I saw his penis..." She shivered. The poor thing. Miller knew where this was going, and as a male he wasn't sure what comfort he could give her--didn't dare take her hand or put his hand on her shoulder--he figured the best thing to do was let her spill it out. "I was horrified. Big brown thing. As a nurse, I'd seen naked men--bathing them, bandaging them, even massaging them--but he was going to rape me with that!" She had a strange look in her eyes. Not fear. "I'd never such a big cock!" Cock?? "He spoke to me. 'I Achmed Jamgha. You whore of America. Now I am show you how the Arab mans make the earthquake.'" She reached out and grasped Miller's arm. "I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Damn, it was big. Like a giant mushroom!" She gulped. "He made me suck it." She smiled shyly. "Strange taste. Not 'delicious' but not unpleasant. He came in my mouth. At first I was sick, but--it was important stuff. His sperm." She dropped her face. "I came to like it." By then Miller was a little uncomfortable, himself, and shifted in his seat. "Of course I was ashamed! But--" her grasping hand slid from Miller's arm to his thigh --"I liked it. I felt like a slut." No doubt about it, her squeezes on Miller's thigh had turned him on. His cock strained painfully in his jockstrap. She let out a tiny chuckle. "I felt his balls. Sometimes I cupped his scrotum, fondling those big balls while I sucked him. I bobbled them between my fingers." At that second Miller felt her hand on his balls! He knew he should've slapped her hand away--the poor thing was in traumatic-shock--but God, it feels so fantastic!! When Miller didn't refuse her, she moved closer, and he felt her warm breath on the side of his face. "By then," she breathed, "I'd learned how to deep-throat him." One of her hands stayed groping his balls, the other moved to massage his cock. She pulled down his zipper, and Miller's throbbing cock, imprisoned in the white elastic mesh, thrust out like a little parachute between his legs! Still her voice went on, softly, seductively, hypnotically--"when I heard him groan and felt a buzzing in his balls"--she'd worked Miller's cock out of the jockstrap, and it throbbed hard, sensitive, and ready! Suddenly she let out a little scream. "Ohmigod! You're even bigger! My hands won't go around it!!" Her mouth dropped over Miller's cock, but no way could she suck him--couldn't get her mouth over it--not that she didn't try. Miller, though, was literally at hair-trigger, and when she started sucking at him, licking over his cockhead and nibbling at the broad flare--she got to him! He went over the falls, grunting with each shot he fired off--straight up into the air--and she backed off like a trained puppy trying to catch the globs of sperm as they fell back. Miller had a big load (hadn't jacked off in a couple of days), and soon she was covered with it--caught one huge glob in her mouth and choked on it--the cum ran out her nose. Oh, man, first blowjob from a woman since leaving the States! Ohhhh, fuck! His eyes rolled back in his head--and splatters of cum hit his face, too. Corporal Gianetti, the short guy from the Bronx, watching silently from the machine gun, stroked his own cock, losing it himself when he saw Miller take off. The interior of the Humvee was splattered with drops of sperm. Amelia stayed bent over Miller, licking and sucking up his semen until finally his dick was so hypersensitive, he had to push her back. She kept massaging his balls. "God, I love this," she murmured. When she finally sat up again, she murmured, "I did that for Achmed Jamgha. Every night. All these months." She looked into Miller's eyes. "He conquered me. Men can do that, you know. He called me his slut, and all I could do was blush and smile. He knew my body was his." She closed her eyes. "They knew I belonged to him. Toward the end, they didn't even lock me in. Knew I couldn't get away from that cock." She shivered. "And I couldn't!" "But one day I just had to be free. I slipped out of the kitchen when no one was looking." She lowered her voice. "And now...your cock is even thicker!" Miller was so horny he felt himself reloading. He reached out and pulled open the buttons of her shirt. No bra. She purred as he began fondling her tits. Nice ones. Big handfuls. When he got her silky, balloon-leg Arab pants down, he saw she wore no underwear. Damn! They kept her ready! "And you are like Achmed, you big bastard. Never saw muscles like yours." She smiled at him. "With that curly brown hair and those dark eyes, you can make me your slut." She gripped his cock again and drew a deep breath. "Yes! You are younger. Faster." She leaned forward, pressing her tits against his mouth, and as he licked at her nipples, she hissed, "Treat me rough!" Then she pulled away, faced away from him, then, looking back, she grabbed Miller's hands and placed them on her hips. Then she bent forward, hands to the floor, and looked back at him. On fire, Miller rose up from his seat and mounted her. With his cockhead pressed against her wet, sloppy pussy, he heard her murmur, "...my secret is out--I'm wet for you." She turned and looked shyly. "He lifted me off the floor--my toes barely touching--Ohh, yeahhhh, just like this! Hold my hips in the air in your strong hands--and that big cockhead enters me"-- --At that second, Miller's "big cockhead" pushed inside Amelia's already-slimy pussy lips, and her voice became a hoarse growl. "Fuck me! MAKE ME LOVE IT!" As he started humping, she yelled, "FUCK ME LIKE A DOG, YOU BASTARD!!" The Humvee shook, and crazy with the weirdest fuck of his life, Miller looked up into the narrow, aquiline face of Gianetti, who looked back at him like a short Al Paccino. Pupils dilated, he stood with one hand on the machine gun, the other again stroking his cock. They grinned at each other. The Italian Stallion's enjoying the show. He felt a little sorry for the woman, though. She was in a continuing nightmare of Arab fucking--but he wasn't quite sorry enough to stop thrusting, and if his spotter wanted to jack off to their performance, the sniper had no problem with that. When Miller hit his climax, and his sperm shot into her, Amelia must've cummed, too. She almost washed him out of her cunt with a tidal wave of pussy juice! When Miller finally released her, she slid to the floor, and he collapsed back into the driver's seat, breathing hard. She got up and crawled over to him. "Save me! Help me! I was his whore a year, almost! He fucked me three or four times a day!" Her voice dropped to a hiss. "And I loved it! He gave me such a terrible craving, I can't think of him as a terrorist, an enemy--even unfriendly! My body belongs to him!" She gripped Miller's arm again. "He knows I'll crawl back to him! I can't live without his fucking!! SAVE ME FROM MYSELF!!" Finally she relaxed, exhausted, and fell back onto the Humvee's floor. She fell asleep--passed out. A Tale of Two Pussies "I'm filthy! I've got dirt all over me!" He kissed her again. "I love you filthy." He pinched her nipple. "Want to take a shower with me in the platoon shower tent? The other men like filthy nurses, too." She kissed him back. "One filthy fucker making me dirty is enough for one evening." He sat beside her. "Don't know how I'm gonna do it, but, Nancy, I've got to see you again." She leaned her face over to his. "Yes, again and again." They kissed once more. As she pulled on her uniform--each breast disappearing only after tender delicious kisses from Bob--she murmured, "I'm getting out of the Army at the end of this tour. Got a job at a Naval hospital in Florida." He kissed her again, "I live in Florida! I get out of the Army at the end of the year. We'll get together." Nibbling at his lips, she murmured. "In the meantime, I have a lot of ways two people can get together." She kissed him again. Finally, after many false starts, finally resolving they didn't have time (or enough energy) for another fuck-session, Nancy pushed back the tent flap, looked from side to side to see if the coast was clear, and left, walking with a strange limp all the way back to the hospital. Dirt and sand in her hair and on her face, she kept to the shadows until finally reaching the Bachelor Officers' Quarters.