0 comments/ 41044 views/ 0 favorites Home On Leave By: salesman I arrived home in the early hours, the start of my well earned three week pass from the army. I was a day early and my parents were away for the weekend at our holiday cottage in South Wales. I was knackered and went straight to my room and crashed out. Next morning I was up and in the shower for 08.00 hours, by 08.20 hours I had a towel round my waist and another round my neck as I made my way down to the kitchen. I was near the bottom of the stairs when I heard what sounded like a women making noises like ooh oooh ahaah ooh hoh hoh. I stopped by the kitchen door, thinking to myself mum and dad are having a bit over the kitchen sink. Well I've been in the forces for four years, and nothing shocks me anymore, and I've always been one for a laugh, so I decided to just go in and say good-morning, just to see their faces. So picture the scene, dad with his trousers around his knees with his prick going ten to the dozen in and out of a semi naked next door neighbour, who is lying on her back, on the table, with her legs over dad's shoulders. Now this woman is thirty-four, ten years older than I am, she is very attractive having won many a beauty titles, before she married Gary, who works in Saudi for eight months of the year. Dad is going like an express train he's prick is like a piston going all the way in then all the way out and then pounds it back in, to a choirs of ooh hohs and aah's. I'm stood there think you lucky old fucker you, as my own prick lifted the front of the towel up as it came to an erection, and stood out like a flag pole. It was Carol that spotted me standing there. Ho, shit she said, staring at me. Dad head spun round, and then his body, as he whipped his prick out of Carol's wet and open cunt. Dad just stood there not saying a word, why Carol tried and tried to sit up, but her ass was too close to the edge of the table. Dad's prick had gone limp very quickly, I weighed the situation up very quickly, here was a very beautiful woman who was in the middle of an early morning hard fuck, who hadn't been full filled. My dad's prick was limp, but I on the other hand hadn't had a fuck in two months. Hi, dad I said as I moved toward him and shook his hand, need any help, as I pushed him from between Carol's knees. Dad didn't say anything he just looked down at my prick which was now free of the towel and I think he new I meant business, I was ready for action. Hi, Carol, nice pair of jugs, I said as I lifted her legs up in the air, and without any guidance at all my prick found its target and buried itself deep into Carols velvet fuck hole, to a choirs of ooh's and ho's. I was taking in the sights, as I thrust my prick deep inside Carol, it looked as if it had been captured by a dense black forest, and as I withdrew it brought with it a wall of dark pink glistening flesh that parted the thick forest. I wasn't going to rush at it like dad, I had know intention of cummin just yet, their were to many new toys to play with. I'm not going to make out that my prick was bigger or thicker than dad's because I'm a younger version of my him, we are the same size and build in every way, our methods are different. I placed Carols legs over my shoulders leaving my hands free to fondle her lovely pert tits, her nips were like two cork stoppers, I rolled them between my finger and thumbs gently at first then with a little bit of pressure. That was it, she started bucking her ass and arching her back, she was trying to meet my thrust with hers, her right hand had found its way to her clit, she was giving it a good seeing to, her finger was a blur, I pounded my prick into her velvet passage as hard as I could, she was making so much noise, it was putting me of from cummin. I looked round to my dad for some advice on how to shut her up, he was one step a head of me, he had his prick in his hand and quickly positioned himself by her head, with one movement he had turned her head and rammed his now erect prick, deep into her mouth, Carol gagged at first then she swallowed all dad's prick and sucked him deep and long. It wasn't long before that experienced mouth had dad eyes' rolling, as he shot his load in the back of her throat, she sucked him dry. Watching Carol expertly sucked dad dry, was enough to take me to the brink. I increase the speed of my thrust, as I pound my way to a very beautiful climax, urged on by the fact that Carol was cummin again she thrust her cunt hard into my prick, meeting my thrust, harder and harder, we both came together as I emptied my love sacks deep inside her velvet love passage. I let her feet fall towards the floor, but not quite reaching, as I leaned over and kissed those pert tits taking her nips into my mouth one by one. She cradled my head into her breasts. Where's mum, dad? I asked! Oh fuck he said, she'll need picking up from the shops, she cooking you something special for dinner, as he pulled his trouser up. He helped me sit Carol up on the table, then kisses her, and rushed out the door. I'm going to enjoy my leave, I'm going to fuck you every fuckin chance I get, and every position I can think of for the next three weeks, I told her. Her only response was to gently squeeze my balls. Home on Leave This story is dedicated to the brave men and women of the United States armed services who are defending freedom at home and abroad. ^ ^ ^ ^ Her fingers were beating a steady tattoo on the steering wheel as she sat in the minivan at the light. She was waiting to turn left onto the access road that would take her to the airport and a rendezvous with her husband. As she sat in nervous anticipation, she felt the stab of lust and pressed her right hand between her legs in an attempt to quell the fire that was raging there. Just as the light changed to green and she turned onto the road, she looked up and saw a jetliner descending to the nearby runway. It had the markings of the airline her husband was flying in on, and she couldn't stifle a cry of frustration that she might be a few minutes late. Sharon Schalke had hoped to be at the airport much earlier, but she had run into road construction on the highway into the city, then she had to quickly stop at the motel and secure the room where she and her husband would be spending the night. She was going to take the time to enjoy her husband in a way she hadn't been able to do the last time she'd seen him, some 10 weeks earlier, after nearly two months apart. They had only had four days together that time, and their three children had been along. They had been able to get a little bit of time together alone, but not nearly as much as they'd wanted. This time, he was home for two weeks and two days, time enough for Sharon to give him plenty of loving to store up for the upcoming stretch that would have them apart for at least seven, maybe eight months. Just the thought of what she was going to do over the next two weeks had her excited beyond anything she could recall in recent memory. Even as the sensations of lust swirled through her body, Sharon willed herself to calm down. It wouldn't do to have a wreck now, when she was so close to her destination. She finally got the minivan parked and walked briskly into the airport terminal, ignoring the looks on the faces of the men as they turned to stare at her as she passed. By now, Sharon had inured herself to the reaction men had when they saw her. It had been going on since she'd reached puberty and she'd learned to ignore them. Truth is, you would have to either be gay or blind not to be dazzled by Sharon Schalke. She was tall, with a regal bearing, and a body that was filled to just the right proportions in just the right places, and not a hair more. But as stunning as her body was, it paled in comparison to her face. She was simply gorgeous, with big brown eyes, an unobtrusive nose, and a slightly larger than average mouth, framed by lips that looked like they could suck a bowling ball through a fire hose. It was all topped by soft honey blond hair, styled to just past her shoulders. What really made Sharon so appealing, though, was the inner beauty that she always projected. Although she was probably among the prettiest, sexiest woman in the town where she had grown up and still lived, she was friendly, never conceited and a committed Christian who had married her high school sweetheart and given him three wonderful children. She and Don had married right out of high school, so neither of them had gone to college, but they were successful in spite of that. Don had made a career with the local electric company and was now in management, and Sharon was a real estate agent. They had been married about two years when Don came to Sharon with an idea of joining the Army National Guard. He wanted to serve his country in some capacity, and they could use the extra income. At the time, the thought that he might have to go to a war zone was the last thing on their minds, but events had overtaken them. After almost 10 years in the service, Don had risen to become a master sergeant with his unit, an engineering battalion. Through a quirk of fate, Don had managed to avoid being called to active duty up to that point. The unit he had been in during the early phases of the Iraq War had not been called up until 2005, and he'd gotten a pass that time because their home area was in the hurricane zone following Katrina and it was deemed that his civilian duties with the power company were of greater need. Not long after that, he'd transferred to his current unit and they had gotten their orders to mobilize late in the previous year. While he didn't relish being away from Sharon and his children, Don was ready to go. The combat points would help toward his retirement, and he felt like it was his turn to go. It was only fair. Other soldiers had already done two, some even three, tours, so he couldn't complain. He'd been lucky not to have gone already, and now it was time for him to do his part. They had left home in late March for two months training stateside, then they'd gotten their four days of leave, and the family had driven to see him. After that, the unit had left in mid-June for an 11-month tour, where they were stationed outside of Baghdad. Every soldier who serves in theater gets two weeks leave, plus travel time, during their deployment, and Don had decided to take his in mid-August. Fortunately, things were a lot calmer in and around Baghdad now, and where they were stationed was well back from the firing line and a long way from the hot zones. Still, it was a dangerous place and the soldiers needed to be cautious at all times. As Sharon got to the terminal, she made her way immediately to the baggage claim area, but didn't see her husband among the few stragglers still waiting for their luggage. She made her way up one level to the exit and entry ramps and still didn't see him. She decided then to make a quick pit stop at the ladies room. She hadn't wanted to take the time to stop earlier, but she really needed to go. After ducking into the ladies room, she pulled up the skirt of her summer dress, and as she pulled her panties down, she noted that they were wet from arousal. She felt another jolt of lust and quickly pressed a hand to her hungry sex, then gritted her teeth and did her business. Soon, she told herself, soon she would get what she needed down there. Just about the moment she was finishing up, with the toilet paper in her hand, her cell phone rang, and she frantically wiped herself in hopes of getting to her purse. She almost cried in frustration as she saw the flashing red light that told her she'd missed the call. As she put herself back together and flushed the toilet, she flipped the phone open and hurriedly dialed Don's number as she dashed out of the facility. She was just headed back out the entrance to the rest room when she heard Don's voice on the phone asking where she was, and seconds later she looked out over the railing to the lower level and saw him. She squealed and dashed down the stairs, as he came bounding up two steps at a time, and they met halfway in an embrace that had everyone around them smiling. Don and Sharon were oblivious. They were kissing deeply and hugging each other like they might never come apart. Don picked Sharon up, sweeping her off her feet, much as he had when they'd first met back in ninth grade. "Oh, baby, I've missed you so much," she said, the words tumbling out in a huge rush. Don just held his wife, burying his face in her fragrant hair, soaking up the moment. Finally, they came back down to earth and headed back down the stairs to the lower level. "Do you have any luggage?" Sharon asked. "Nope, just this," Don said, pointing to the backpack that hung off his shoulders. "You did bring me a change of clothes, didn't you?" "I did," she said. "I packed you some stuff in my overnight bag, but you're not going to need them for awhile. As soon as we get to the motel, I'm going to get you out of those fatigues, and I'm not letting you get dressed until I've had my way with you." "Yowza, yowza, yowza," Don said with a laugh. As they walked to their car, Don talked about the journey home. He had actually left Baghdad more than two days earlier, taking an Air Force transport jet to Kuwait, where he had sat in the airport for almost a full day before getting his flight orders. He had finally flown commercial to Leipzig, Germany, then after a five-hour layover, he'd flown non-stop to Atlanta and from Atlanta on to the city where he had just arrived. "Poor baby; I'll bet you're exhausted," Sharon said, putting her head on Don's shoulder in commiseration. "Actually, I got a few hours shuteye in Kuwait and I slept on the plane from Leipzig," Don said. "Besides, I'm still running on adrenalin and the feeling of being home with you." It didn't take them long to get to their motel. Sharon had gotten a room fairly close to the airport, because she didn't want to waste any time in transit. Don wanted to get a quick shower once they got their stuff loaded into the room, and while he was in the shower, Sharon got herself prepared. As he came out of the bathroom, Don stopped short at the vision that assaulted his senses. Standing next to the king-size bed in a provocative pose was his wife, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Sharon had quickly done her makeup, brushed out her honey-colored hair, brushed her teeth and did a quick clean-up between her legs. Then she put on her surprise, a sheer black peignoir with matching thong and a pair of four-inch come-fuck-me heels, before turning down the bed. As she watched Don staring, her big brown eyes were glistening with love and lust for her man. "Welcome home, soldier," Sharon said in a husky voice as she strutted slowly over to where he stood rooted to the floor just staring at his wife. He drank in the sight of Sharon's perfectly-formed breasts, which sat on her chest plump but with little or no sag. His eyes wandered to the small piece of sheer cloth that just did cover her pussy, and noted that Sharon had trimmed her bush to almost nothing. "God, you are so beautiful," Don whispered as they came together in a slow rush of passion. "It is so good to be home." Their lips were hot and hungry as they kissed wantonly, all the weeks of deprivation flowing out in one mad rush. Sharon ran her hands through her husband's sandy-brown hair, which was short but full, well within military regulations. Her body was on fire as she felt Don's hands as they roamed over her silk-covered skin, the nerves screaming in passion. She moved her hands down his back, to his taut butt, and one hand gravitated like a magnet to the stiff stalk of flesh that jutted out from his groin. Sinking to her knees, she looked at Don's throbbing-hard cock with a look of reverence, inhaling his clean masculine aroma. "Oh, I've missed this," she whispered, as much to herself as to her husband. Tentatively, she licked at the shaft, while softly stroking his hardness, and was rewarded by a clear ball of fluid from the tip. She lapped her way up the shaft then lightly flicked the wetness from his hole with her tongue, and cooed softly when another one followed. She licked this one off and just kept swirling her tongue around the crown over and over, deeper and deeper, until she opened her mouth and slid the head right on past her world-class lips. Sharon sucked a little over half of Don's cock into her mouth, pulled back slightly and went for broke, sucking all put the final inch or two. As if on cue, Sharon looked up as Don looked down, and their eyes met, communicating wordlessly, her mouth filled with his dick. A look of love and devotion passed from wife to husband and back as Sharon left a lipstick print, marking the spot of her deepest penetration. This was the moment Don had dreamed about and fantasized over in his bunk over the previous weeks, his beautiful wife on her knees with his cock in her mouth. On occasion those fantasies had forced him to relieve his lust under the sheets, just so he could get to sleep. Don chuckled to himself as he thought about how some elements of his church might call such fantasies a sin, but he reasoned that they were married and in love, so why shouldn't they have fantasies about having each other that way? He gently caressed the back of Sharon's head, his hands entwined in her thick, lustrous hair, guiding her back and forth on his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of her hot mouth and active tongue on his turgid dick. Sharon had one hand firmly on Don's cock, but the other was between her legs, massaging her wet, swollen sex through the thin material of her panties. She could feel the sensations of climax radiating from her inner core, bursting throughout her body as she concentrated on giving Don maximum pleasure Everything else in the world fell away in her consciousness except the lust that was mounting between them. Don was ready to shoot his cum, but he didn't want to rush things. He'd waited too long to do the things he wanted to do to his wife, and he wanted to do them while they were both at a high pitch of lust. So he gently pried Sharon's mouth off his cock, picked up her up off the floor and maneuvered her toward the bed. She had a slightly dazed expression on her face as Don pushed her softly onto the bed. She lay back, looking up with eyes dewy with passion, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically in time with the beat of her heart. She bent down to pulled the panties off, but Don just shook his head. "Leave them on for just a bit," he said. Sharon wrinkled her brow in a bit of confusion, but complied with his request. After all, this was all for him. Well, truth be known, she was every bit as much in need as he was, but she hadn't spent the past 10 weeks in a war zone. So, in her mind, whatever he wanted, he'd get. Don climbed onto the bed, between Sharon's legs , which he opened as wide as he could, and sank his mouth onto her dripping-wet pussy. He sucked her vigorously right through the wet material of her panties and he was gratified when Sharon howled in response. "Oh God, yes!" she squealed as Don used his considerable expertise in oral sex. Do and Sharon may have been virgins when they married, but they had worked hard to keep their sex life active and inventive, they had gone through a number of books that showed them ways they could enhance their mutual pleasure. It didn't take Don long to tire of the cloth covering Sharon's pussy, so he pulled the gusset away and just gazed at the wonderful prize of his wife's gleaming sex. The little nub of her clit was peeking out from its hood and her lips were splayed open and inviting. "Beautiful, so very beautiful," he breathed a second or two before he slashed his tongue up her furrow, followed closely by his lips. Sharon arched her back and tensed her body as the spike of lust soared from the touch of Don's mouth on her pussy. She could feel her orgasm gaining strength as her husband worked her with his lips, his tongue and his fingers. She was climbing, climbing, climbing, ever higher, waiting for that one moment when she would hit her peak and the welcome rush of climax would explode through her body. She was almost there ... and Don pulled his mouth away. For just a second, she groaned in frustration, until she opened her eyes and saw him crawling up onto his knees. And she was thrilled -- and maybe slightly chilled -- by the wild look in his eyes as he moved into position. Don took just enough time to slide the panties off Sharon's butt and down her legs just enough to get one leg free -- she never quite got them off her right ankle -- then he aimed the head of his cock to her gushing gates and roared in with a guttural growl. Sharon gasped and squealed in delight as she felt her husband filling her with live cock for the first time in 10 weeks. Almost the moment he got it all the way in, she felt her arousal spike again and this time there was no stopping the express train of her climax. She shook and shimmied and spewed utter gibberish as she wrapped her long legs around Don's powerful back and her arms around his muscular shoulders and let the orgasm consume her. Don wasn't far behind. As he pumped his cock furiously back and forth in his wife's clenching cunt, he felt all the weeks of going without, all the tension of being a soldier, flow out of him. Without consciously thinking it, their mouths met and they kissed desperately, like two drowning sailors seeking a port in a storm. Their bodies were one, as they had been so many times before, but hadn't been over the weeks of his deployment. In and out, in and out, around and around, Don churned his cock madly in Sharon's pussy, and she humped back with everything she had to give. They were jabbering at each other in that peculiar language only lovers in the moment of passion can understand, entreaties of lust and endearments of the heart. At this pace, they couldn't last long, and they didn't. As Sharon felt a second climax explode through her sweat-covered body, she sensed Don picking up speed and power. Don could sense a white light at the edges of his consciousness as he felt the rusty crackle of incipient climax in his scrotum. With a grunt and a gasp, it triggered the eruption of his orgasm, and in but a second, he thrust especially deep and surrendered a convulsive load of semen deep in Sharon's body. Jet after jet of cum rocketed from his balls to bathe her insides with a slimy coating. Sharon clutched at her man, as he did her, while the throes of their climax played out to a long crescendo. At last, Don had given up everything he had to give -- at least for the moment -- and he held Sharon tight like he never wanted to let her go. Sharon gave Don tender kisses all over his face: his forehead, his cheek, his nose and, finally, his lips, as she held him for dear life. "Oh, baby," Don said weakly, as he rolled to the side and gathered Sharon up into his arms. And that was his last conscious thought as the exhaustion of the long trip home and exertions of the past few moments of love caught up with him. Sharon lay on the bed, gazing down at her husband as he slept. Tears flowed down her cheek as she propped her head on her hand, tears of joy at their reunion and tears of sadness at the knowledge that all too soon his leave would be over and he'd have to go back into harm's way. She shuddered then at the thought of the long months of separation that would follow his return to Iraq. It would be hard, maybe the hardest thing she'd had to go through. In spite of her emotions, though, she couldn't help the feeling of pride in her husband. He was doing his duty, serving his country to the best of his ability. She smiled then as she thought about what her duty was, and that was to give him as much love -- and lust -- as he could handle over the next two weeks and then send him off a well-satisfied soldier. Home On Leave It had been almost a year since she had seen him last. She remembered his strong arms, his firm, rough, hands, those beautiful blue eyes, the peach fuzz hair she could have rubbed forever. Most importantly, she remembered his charming, southern accent, which led to the soft, lingering first kiss and how, when he pulled her arm to lie down with him, he almost immediately pushed her away for fear of being caught. Still, that was only a memory. Brianna was sitting at home on a late Saturday afternoon, her only day off the entire stressful week. Absentmindedly sucking on a pen, she found she was becoming bored with the reruns of Charmed and Dawson's Creek. Almost asleep, she saw out of the corner of her eye a flash of silver brazened on a heavy blue coat. She turned her head and realized that what she saw was the button on the collar of a Marine's dress blues. "It can't be my brother," she thought to herself, "he's in too much trouble down in Virginia to be up here." Figuring it had to be his best friend, Jayson, her thoughts switched to her attire; she looked a bit grungy wearing guys khaki shorts with no belt – an old white shirt with a permanent marker advertisement – her hair in a messy bun falling out from leaning on the couch. "Oh well, I've always said that if Jayson was going to like me, it would be for who I am, not the clothes I wear or what I look like. Besides," she reminded herself, "I've given up on him." Trying not to seem too enthusiastic over one of the many loves of her life, Brianna averted her gaze and pretended to be interested in the TV. But, when the door opened, it wasn't Jayson's half-assed hello that she heard. Instead, it was the classic line in a sweet, Southern draw, "Honey, I'm home." She didn't believe her ears; when she caught Sal's gaze both of their faces lit up with anticipation. Sal dropped his sea-bags. "Mayonnaise a lot of clothes in these bags. Where are Mom and Dad?" he asked in that unforgettable, soothing voice. She remembered those words he used which sounded like a sketch from a comedy tour. "They're at Sam's Club with Boo" she had to choke out. Although she seemed to be droid on the outside, inside her blood boiled and her thoughts raced: flooded with memories of a year ago and the endless possibilities of now. "So it's just me and you? Alone?" With a small nod, she raised her eyebrows slightly, gave a smirk and subtly licked the end of the pen. "Mm-hmm." "Then what are you waiting for? Get over here." Brianna stood up and walked ever so slowly towards him. She went in for the embrace she remembered so well. She threw her arms around his neck, feeling his arms around her as if he promised to protect her forever. Then Sal lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "I missed you, Bri. I've never forgotten that night we met. Damn you have some sort of power over me." With that he lifted her up so her shoulders were at the ceiling and her face was above his. As he did so, her shorts caught too much of his uniform and slid off slowly – first to her hips, then over her smooth and round ass, and down her luscious legs – to reveal her pink and white striped booty shorts with the pink lace trim around the legs. He began to lower her onto him, face to face, her chest onto his, and she wrapped her legs about his waist as their lips locked in a tongue-less yet passionate kiss. To Brianna's disappointment, Sal drew back. She began to panic for a moment until she saw the look on Sal's face: a look that said "I want you," "I need you," and asked "Where to?" all at the same time. Still intertwined, Brianna nodded towards the stairs and Sal began in that direction. "Nolan's old room, that's mine now" disclosed Brianna, breathily. As they walked through the hallway, he slid his hands up under her shirt and, removing it, threw it to the ground. Similarly, she started undoing all of the buttons on his coat and it fell off just as they reached the door. They crashed through, half undressed, and Sal proceeded to lie down on the bed, Brianna underneath and completely aroused. His hands again went to cup her double-Ds, and began to wander around back where he unhooked her bra. In the meantime, Brianna had been removing the clasp to his belt and set out to undo his slacks. "No, not yet." He said as his soft lips began to move down to her neck and collar bone. Instant gratification. Soon she could feel his breath on her chest. Slowly and warmly he sucked on her tits like a child with a lollipop. His tongue flicked across her nipples as Brianna became paralyzed against the stimulation. Her body began to quiver as he sent mini orgasms down her spine. As she became aware of how wet she was, her pussy dripping into those panties she was still wearing, she let out a moan as if to tell him that he needed to take her soon. She felt the fingers on Sal's right hand begin to walk down her ribs, across her navel, and come to a rest just at her panty line. Now very slowly he slid is fingers left and right, inching them down inside her panties. He too could feel how wet she was, which caused him to let out a sigh of his own. His fingers entered her body. He alternated between slow circles inside and a hard and fast motion on the outside, directly touching her clit. At once her breathing stopped and she let a low, moaning sigh. "Now it's your turn." Brianna told him. They rolled over and began again with the obsessive, greedy kissing. Brianna ran her tongue across the roof of his mouth and, to her surprise, it really made his blood flow and his dick swell. "Touch a part of your body, any part," she instructed. Questioningly, he put his finger on one of his massive shoulders. Brianna added her finger to his and then added her mouth to the group. She traced a path with her finger and mouth from his shoulder, across his pecks, and down toward his crotch. She unfastened his pants and, with her finger resting at the top of his happy trail, she stuck out her tongue, picked up his zipper, and undid it with her teeth. Brianna took off his pants to reveal his bulging boxer briefs. Still with hand and mouth, she traced the outline of these shorts, drew little circles on the inside of his pale white thighs, and rolled the shorts down one length of the band. The top of his pelvis and the beginning of his cock were now visible. She concentrated on this area, slowly sucking and tonguing every jutting-out bone, every little dip and crevice of his cut lines. Now, bit by bit, she removed his briefs, exposing Snake-Eyed Johnson for what he truly was. Finishing the line of his happy trail, she started to rub her hands on his dick, massaging it from base to tip. Moving her head down, she gave it a few mini-French kisses, then sucked a little on the head and shaft. Next, she ran her tongue firmly along the length of his massive cock, again from bottom to top, pausing only when she felt his thighs quiver; an act that told her she had found his pleasure spot. As she lied there, moving her head back and forth, she never lost that spot. She could feel his back arching as he tried to get her to take more of him. Brianna took the hint, opening her mouth until his cock was touching the back of her throat. She beat it around the inside of her mouth, focusing on that spot he loved. Then she moved back to the head while her hands jerked him off at the same time. She could tell the combination of sensations was really getting to him. Sal's legs began to shake with each suck and slurp she gave him. Suddenly she felt an explosion and his cum pumped into her mouth, filling it with a warm, sticky substance. She swallowed his juice with ease, and again he pulled her up, her head resting on his chest and the two panting, hot and sweaty. Sal enticed her by caressing her sides with his fingers, and she likewise rubbed hers about his chest. Once again he rolled on top of her. They pushed their loins together and they both knew what was about to happen. Brianna opened her mouth to speak but he put his finger to her lips. Reading her mind, he grabbed a rubber. He slowly slipped off her panties and raised his hips. "Gently," she said, "it's my first time." Brianna spread her legs as he penetrated, making slow, rocking motions. As she caught his rhythm, their tempo increased. Brianna wrapped her legs around his waist, clutching between his back and her sheets, looking for something to hold on to. Sal thrust himself into her; Brianna arched her back while she held the pillow to her face to muffle the screaming. She watched as his dick disappeared inside of her, and then showed itself again, now covered in her juices. Brianna put her fingers to her clit and was able to feel his bone through the outside of her body. Sal reached up and put his hands on her breasts, caressing her nipples and sending more love through her body. As he lowered his head to give her the most sensual kiss of her life, Brianna used her legs to pull him in deeper. Her back rose and fell and she raised her legs to bring provide more leverage for both of them. He started hitting faster, harder, yet concentrating solely on her pleasure. She came again and again, each one better than the one before. Just before Sal reached his climax, Brianna squeezed her thighs together to increase pressure and subsequently increase the pleasure for both. When Sal blew, he lowered himself easily on top of her. He laid there for a while, Brianna feeling his dick pumping cum, and then going limp as the blood flowed out. He pulled out and they threw the condom on the floor. Falling asleep in each others' arms, Brianna raised her head, looked him square in the eye and whispered "Semper Fi." Home On Leave My heartfelt thanks to Kinkybelle for critiquing my story over and over, and her very valuable insight and recommendations. She was incredibly patient and diplomatic breaking in a new writer. It's greatly appreciated. The stories I write are absolutely true. As I didn't get married until I was 30 (and even then as you will find out, that didn't stop me from having an exciting and varied sex life), I have a bit to write about. * When I came home after my first tour in Vietnam, what did I do? I hit the bars to see what could be found. This was a bit problematic as I wasn't old enough to drink. Yeah. Really. You can dodge bullets and mortar rounds when you're under 21, but come home and you're too young to go to a bar and have a beer. But that's another story. Toward the end of my leave, a buddy and I went to THE happening bar downtown. I didn't wear my uniform as it wasn't very popular to be in the military at the time, but people could get the idea from the haircut I had. The dark tan I had was out of place in December, so people could also get an idea as to where I was deployed. When we got to the bar, I ordered a Pepsi. We sat at a small table and scoped out what was available as far as the fairer sex was concerned. After a few minutes, a couple of girls we had known in high school came over and sat with us. The brunette gravitated toward my buddy, and the blonde gave me her full attention. I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring, but I ignored it. Cindy, the cute blonde, was about 5'3" and just a bit plump, but it seemed a good amount of the excess weight went to her breasts. She was built quite well. As we were becoming reacquainted, we sat quite close, with our hips pressed against each other. We leaned in close as we talked, her warm breath playing across my ear each time she spoke sending chills up my spine. Cindy and I started to do some dancing, but we really enjoyed it when the slow songs played, and we could press our bodies into one another. I hadn't gotten very lucky the beginning of my leave and I was horny as hell. She could tell how hard my cock was, and her nipples were hard enough to be noticeable through her bra and blouse. We were slowly and deliciously getting worked up on the dance floor. As soon as we sat back down, our hands were busy under the table. I caressed the inside of her thigh moving my hand closer to her pussy. Unfortunately, we were both wearing jeans, so the thick fabric made it difficult for us to really feel each other. My buddy and his date noticed what was going on between us, and made sure I could give Cindy a ride home. They gathered up their coats to leave for more private surroundings, so I decided it was time that Cindy and I left too, since I was about to cum in my pants. I whispered this in her ear, and with her hand rubbing my cock, and a lust filled look in her eyes, it was indeed time to leave to experience what we knew what was coming. We practically ran out to my car and, being the gentleman that I am, I opened the passenger door for her. I walked quickly to the driver's side and when I got in, she put her arms around me and pulled me close for a mind-numbing, toe-curling, tongue-lashing kiss. I reached up and cupped her breast and ran my palm across her erect nipple, eliciting a moan from her. When I pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger, she held me even tighter, moaning and breathing heavily in my ear. Her hand was rubbing my cock again, and I reminded her that we didn't want me to blow my load right then and there. I told her that I wanted to cum in her or on her, not in my pants. I continued squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples the best I could given the position we were in. Her legs separated, and with her hips pumping an imaginary cock, I could smell her arousal. For the first time that night, I put my hand between her legs to rub her pussy through her jeans. I undid her pants and pulled the zipper down. As she spread her legs for me, my hand found its way into her panties and I rubbed a finger between her swollen lips. I could feel how soaked she was. "Oh, my God," Cindy whispered in excitement. "I can't believe I'm really here with you. I've dreamed of this moment since high school! Back then, I used to lie in bed at night rubbing myself till I'd cum dreaming of you." "You're going to have to show me how you get yourself off," I whispered in her ear between licks. "I want to see you with your legs spread wide rubbing your clit and finger fucking yourself." "I want to! I want to show you!" she moaned. I was lightly rubbing her clitoris and finger fucking her first with one, then two fingers. "Oh, God. Don't stop. I'm so close! I love what you're doing to me! God, I need this! Fuck me, don't stop!" Her hips pumped, trying to get more of my fingers in her sopping pussy. After another minute of stimulation she stiffened up, and gave a small scream. "Oh! My God! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck! Fuck me!" she cried, and came hard on my fingers. I couldn't believe how hot and wet this woman was! Good Lord. Wasn't she getting any from her husband? After she came down from what seemed to be an incredible orgasm, she unfastened my jeans and pulled the zipper down. "You remember what I told you earlier?" I asked. "It's not going to take much for me to cum." "Good," she exclaimed. "While we're driving to my house, I'm going to suck your cock. I want to taste your cum." She told me her address, and pulled my cock from my jeans. It was a bit difficult for her since I was hard as iron. When she finally got it out in the open, she started to give me her opinion. "I love the head. It's going be fun to suck and lick. It's just the right size, too. Not too long, not too wide." I couldn't help but wonder if that was a diplomatic way of telling me that my cock could be a bit larger. It's probably a good thing that it wasn't much larger, as she could do more with her mouth than anyone could believe. This young lady began to suck, and eventually got the whole thing in her mouth and down her throat. Good God, this woman knew how to suck cock! She's been busy since graduation! She stroked my shaft with her hand and sucked, licked, and got it down her throat! God! It felt fabulous! After a couple of minutes of both of us moaning, I warned her, "I'm going to cum, Cindy. It won't be long, and it's going to be a lot." She pulled my cock from her mouth and told me, "Good. I want to swallow all you've got." "Cindy, you've got an incredible mouth. It feels so good. I can't wait to feel what your pussy is like. I want to drive you up the wall. When we get to your place, I want to pay you back for what you're doing for me. I'm going to lick your pussy, and nibble on your clit. I want you to cum in my mouth. Would you like that?" Taking my cock out of her mouth again, she wailed, "Oh, my God, yes! I can't wait to feel your tongue in me!" I was finally there. With this girl's sucking abilities, I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm cumming, Cindy! I'm cumming! Suck my cock! Suck it! Oh, my fucking God! Arrrrggghhh!" I yelled. I pumped and pumped semen into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. When I got my breathing back to normal, and I managed to avoid a few parked cars during my monstrous cum, I told her to pull her jeans down, along with her panties, and take one of her feet out so she could spread her legs. "Open your legs for me Cindy. Let me see you play with your pussy. Rub your clit for me. I want to see you cum. I want to hear you cum. I want you to let yourself go, and cum hard for me." As she spread her legs and started to finger fuck and rub herself she cried out, "Oh, God! The things you're making me do." "Don't you like the things I make you do?" I asked, feeling empowered. "Are the things I make you do bad? It's so naughty isn't it? You masturbating in front of me because I want you to. You finger fucking yourself and rubbing your hard clit is so naughty isn't it? You do it because you need to make yourself cum for me." We were almost at her house, so I drove around for a while watching her masturbate and patiently waited for her to cum. "Oh, my God! I can't believe I'm actually playing with myself while you're watching me!" "It's so dirty, isn't it, Cindy?" I asked. "Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to make yourself cum while I watch?" Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them, and she had three fingers frantically fucking herself while she rubbed her clit with her other hand. The moaning she was doing and the squishing sounds her fingers made while ramming in and out of her soaked cunt was getting me hard again. "Oh, shit! This is going to be another big one! God, I'm so close! This feels so fucking good, I can't believe it! And you're watching me get myself off! I can't believe I'm doing this for you!" she wailed. "Cum for me, Cindy! Do it! Cum hard for me! Let me see you make yourself cum! Do it!" I ordered. "Oooohhh, my fucking God!" she screamed "I'm cumming again! Aaaaeeeeee! I can't stop! Oh, God, it's happening again! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I need you to fuck me so much! This is incredible!" After she came down from her orgasmic high, she was splayed out in the front seat with her legs spread and her fingers slowly caressing her spent pussy. I took her hand and put her pussy-soaked fingers into my mouth sucking her juices off them. "Oh, God. You are so dirty, James," she said. "Yes, but you love it, don't you?" I asked. By now, the car had the smell of pussy in it, and that wasn't helping my condition much. My cock was as hard as steel again, and I wanted some of that which I could smell. I pulled up in front of her house, and seeing her wedding ring again, I asked her where her husband was. She said that he worked nights, that he wouldn't be home until morning, and everything was going to be fine. After she got herself somewhat dressed and I managed to put my hard cock away, we ran inside. When we closed the door, we wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing and dueling with our tongues while removing each other's clothes as fast as we could. When we were both naked, she fell to her knees and put my rock hard cock in her mouth to suck me again. "Hold it, girl. If I remember correctly, I promised YOU that I wanted to pay you back for the fabulous blow job you gave me," I reminded her. "Sit on the couch and spread your legs for me again." Her beautiful blonde bush was adorned with fine wisps of hair, which did very little to hide her swollen lips or her hard clit. After she sat down and spread her legs as wide as she could, I wanted to see just how nasty she could get. "Very good, Cindy. Now spread your pussy open for me so I can see how wet you are." Without hesitation, she placed her hands at each side of her pussy and pulled it open for me. Of course, by this time she was absolutely soaked, something I could see immediately. "Keep your pussy open for me, Cindy." I said as I dropped to my knees and put my arms under each thigh so I would have control as to how much she spread. "Does your hubby do this for you? Does he lick your pussy and clit?" "He has NEVER done this for me. He thinks its dirty," she whispered holding her pussy open for me. "Of course he thinks it's dirty. That's only because it is!" I responded. "So if he doesn't lick your pussy for you, I take it you don't suck his cock?" "Not even," she moaned. "I think that's amazing because you are a positively talented cocksucker," I complimented her. "You are one of the most lovely, sexiest women I've ever been with. I like that you do as you're told, and I can make you feel good when you do as I say. Look at you now. You're lying on the couch, your nipples are hard, your pussy is soaked, and you're even holding it open for me so I can stick my tongue in as far as I can get it. Hold it open for me, Cindy. I didn't have supper tonight, and I'm going to feast on your tasty cunt until you can't walk straight. I want to suck up your juices and I want you to cum in my mouth. You have a problem with that?" I asked. "Oh, my God, no! Do it, James! Lick my pussy for me! Nobody's ever done that to me. I can't wait. My girlfriends have had it done for them, and they tell me how much they love it! Do it to me!" she cried, then in an urgent whisper, "Eat me, please!" She adjusted her grip around her pussy and pulled it open even more. She even had tears in the corners of her eyes. "I promise that I'll make you feel so good, Cindy," I said as I lowered my face to my target and slipped my tongue just inside her swollen lips. What she did next was fascinating. She gave a little gasp and just froze in place, almost like if she moved, it would dislodge my tongue. Of course, I had her luscious thighs in my arms and I wasn't going to let her go anywhere. I took my tongue out of her cunt "Relax, Cindy," I told her, "and let the feelings take over. Let me tongue fuck you and lick your clit, and you'll really enjoy it." I went back to licking just inside her lips, then I shoved my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. She was moaning, and pumping her hips. She grabbed my head and tried to force it into her. As I was licking her cunt, I would lick higher and make contact with her clit, which she really loved. As I was eating her, I took some of her copious juices and coated my index finger and brought it down to her little hole. I did this numerous times until her anus was awash with her secretions. I put just my fingertip into her, and a small moan sounded from her. I pushed a little more of my finger in, and she seemed to like it even more. I then pushed the rest of my index finger in, and just held it in place waiting for her to adapt and respond. She was pumping her hips even more, and I started to finger fuck her asshole while licking and nibbling on her clit. "Oh, my God! That feels so good, James! Who knew something like this could feel so good? Don't stop, James! I'm getting so close! Finger fuck me! I love it! Oh, shit! Here I go again! Jesus, I can't believe tonight! I'm cumming! Oh, fuck me! Aaaeeeee!" At the end of her cum and after she settled down, I rose from the floor and sat next to her on the couch. I grabbed her head and put my mouth over hers in a passionate, hot kiss. She could taste herself, of course, and she pulled from my mouth and licked her juices from my face. I had her move off the couch to make room and I lay down on my back. I told her to straddle me which she did with her right leg between me and the couch, and standing on the floor with the other. I held my cock up and she lowered herself onto it and it slowly sank into her. "Oh, my fucking God. I can't believe we're finally fucking! I've been waiting for this all night," she moaned. "What. You think the warm up was a waste of time?" I asked. "Oh, God." she replied. "I wouldn't trade anything we did tonight. Your cock feels so good in me. Actually, I've been waiting a couple of years for this." As she panted her answer, she moved back and forth sideways, then bounced up and down on my hard shaft. She leaned toward me, offering her ample breasts and hard nipples for me to suck, which I did with relish. As I was sucking on one, I'd be pinching the other. Cindy was really beginning to get into this glorious fuck and was rising and falling on my cock with greater speed. She was moaning and saying unintelligible things in her lust. I told her to sit up straight, and that gave me the room I needed to stroke her clit. "Oh, Jesus! I'm getting so close! God, I can't believe all that's happened to me tonight!" she yelled. "Stop!" I told her. She didn't, or couldn't. "Stop!" I repeated. "What?" she came out of her euphoric state with a questioning expression. "Turn around," I told her. "Why?" she asked. "You've picked a fine time to begin questioning my motives," I told her through clenched teeth. When she turned around, this gave me the time I needed to prevent myself from cumming too soon, and also provided easy access to her asshole. When she got herself situated, I again held my cock up and she lowered herself onto it once more. We were both moaning as my cock was sliding up her soaked pussy. I told her to lean forward and I licked my finger to lube up her asshole. As I was making her little hole nice and slick for an easy entry, I could feel Cindy reach between us to play with her clit. "Oh, shit! You're going to do it to me again, aren't you?" she moaned. I slowly pushed my finger into her tight asshole, and she began to buck on my cock for a second time. As my finger got fully imbedded in her ass, she threw caution to the winds, and let fly. She bounced up and down, fingering her clit with her right hand, and squeezing her breasts and rubbing her nipples with her left. I was trying to think of anything not to cum, but it was difficult as I was watching my finger go in and out of her asshole as she was fucking me. Cindy began to yell and scream as her orgasm overtook her. "Oh, fuck me, James! God! The things I've been missing! I want you to always fuck me! I want you to do anything you want to me! Oh, sweet Jesus! I'm almost there! Don't stop! Please don't cum yet! Oh, my fucking God, I'm cumming! Don't cum yet, I'm going to cum again!" At this time, there was no way in hell that I could have prevented myself from cumming. "I can't hold back, Cindy. I'm going to cum!" "Yes! Let me feel your cum inside my cunt. I want all your cum! Give it to me!" she cried. "Here it comes!" I yelled. "Take it! Take it all!" "I'm cumming again!" she screamed, her body shuddering. I could feel her warm, wet pussy pulsating around my erupting cock. She fell forward onto my legs and just lay there catching her breath. I pulled my finger out of her open asshole. It took a moment to close, which I took as a good sign because the next time we got together, I was going to fuck her in the ass. If I was gentle enough with her, and took my time, I knew she would really like it. My cock was very deflated now, so she got up off me, turned around, and lay on top of me, kissing me, telling me that this was the greatest night of her life, and that any time I wanted her to just let her know and she would meet me. I ran my hands over her back and across her butt, and caressed her cheeks, telling her that she was one incredible, sexy woman and I hoped that we could meet again when I got back. She lifted her head from my shoulder, and asked, "When you get back? Get back from where?" I told her that I had volunteered for another tour in Vietnam, and that I was scheduled to leave in two days. Tears formed in her eyes, and she brought her mouth down onto mine. As we kissed, I could feel the teardrops falling onto my face. I told her not to worry, and that we'll write and that I definitely wanted to get together with her again. It was such a sad moment for me too, as I teared up. During my second tour, we exchanged letters and told each other what we were up to, how much we missed each other, and what we were going to do with each other when I got home. The last letter I received from her was addressed to me in her handwriting, but in the envelope was a note written by her husband telling me that he had found out about us, and that I had better stay away from her. When I got back, I conducted a small, discreet search for her, but never found her or where she went. Cindy was one of the first women with whom I had an incredible hot relationship who wasn't in the least bit shy or reserved and knew what she wanted. Over the years, I built up an appreciation for women like Cindy who could fuck with abandon, and did so without regret. I was hooked. This is my first submission, so all comments, complimentary or otherwise, will be appreciated.