0 comments/ 11756 views/ 1 favorites Odyssey, 2016 Ch. 01 By: GoodMorning Chapter One: Blitzkrieg Train roll on, on down the lineWon't you please take me far . . . far awayNow I feel the wind blow outside my doorI'm leaving my woman at homeMy baby's gone . . Tuesday's gone in the windMy baby's gone in the wind . . . - Tuesday's Gone Moscow, Russian Federation Midnight -- December 25, 2015 The world had changed. And not in a good way, either, I felt. It had become darker, more sinister. Maybe this was what the world was like after two world wars a century ago. Or, maybe not. I wondered what life was like back home, back in New York City. Did it feel this grim there? I hadn't talked to my girlfriend in four years . . . four long years without feeling her touch. But I had no regrets about joining the army and fighting in the Third World War. I wanted to help make sure that the twenty-first century would remain the American century. And we'd won. At a price, of course. Thus is the nature of war. Moscow was a much different city under American occupation. It was strange . . . as if a large blanket had descended around the entire Russian Federation. The first living things to be affected were the people. I could see it, but beyond that, I could sense it. I could sense the depression in the air. The Russians were down in the dumps, not knowing if they'd ever make it back to reality as they once knew it again. 'And for what?' the cynics said. It could have been avoided if the two countries had just talked. But I didn't care anymore. I left when I was nineteen years old. I was about to hit twenty-four in a few weeks after the war's conclusion. I wanted to go home. * * * Moscow, Russian Federation Dusk -- December 26, 2015 We walked into the prostitution den on a routine morning patrol. It wasn't intentional; we just had to check all buildings across our designated blocks for injured civilians, and a room of young Russian girls and women was the sight that greeted us when we broke into the apartment brothel. A mixture of humidity and stink was the first thing that hit the five of us. The den must have been four floors underground. It was well kept: not dirty, not ripped apart, respectable. Yet it retained that nasty, oppressive quality that most brothels have: dim lighting which made it look like the walls were crawling with moss and the carpet was stained, even though neither a calamity had befallen the room at first glance. The air was occupied by a distant yet familiar mix of hazy smells: vodka and hashish smoke for sure, but also the more subtle odors of sex and semen. The foyer-like entrance room was decorated with a variety of tropical pot plants that looked in average shape: their survival in a place like this was a miracle within itself. The most surreal part of the brothel was not that dim ambient red lighting, which apparently compliments sexual intercourse very well, but the fact that none of the girls moved when we entered the room. After a few seconds we realized why; in the room ahead of us a fat Russian man jumped out from behind a counter and fired off several of shots through the doorway. He was probably drunk, which didn't help his concentration. The five of us hit the ground for cover, I rather too quickly, jarring my head against a nearby table. The shots all missed. The man grumbled something loudly in Russian. Shell casings tinkled against the tiled floor of the next room; the man must have been using a revolver. All the girls had managed to huddle up together in the corner. My eyes flicked across and followed my commander, Jamie, and good buddy, Taylor as they slowly inched around the walls of the foyer room towards the doorway. The girls inched back even further; one dark-haired prostitute held two younger girls that were in their late teens to her chest, not unlike how a mother does with a newly-born child. More shots echoed through the room. Both my comrades crouched and covered their heads. The rounds ripped through the thin, poorly built walls of the brothel, but the shots had never been aimed at anyone or anything in particular. The bullets found no one. At the sound of the man attempting to reload once more, Jamie and Taylor darted through the doorway. The corked sounds of assault rifle fire pervaded the atmosphere. "Hostile down," called Jamie. Max, George and I rose to our feet. The two of them headed through to the next room as I checked up on the prostitutes. "Check for anymore individuals or weapons of any kind," I heard Jamie order. "Fire at will." The girls were all understandably shaken, but other than shock it looked like they were unharmed. There were eight of them -- six that must have been in their mid- to late-twenties, and two that looked very young, one that might have even been a bit younger than eighteen. All of the prostitutes seemed to be in good health: miraculous considering their position in a war-ravished city. We'd heard of other squads coming across prostitution apartments or houses like this where the girls were beaten and malnourished. This must have been a high-class joint. I knelt down next to the dark-haired girl that was huddled up next to the two younger ones. "It's okay," I said, trying to sound as assuring as I could. She looked up at me tearfully as I tried to peel her away from the two girls. I told her I just wanted to check that they were okay, but she refused to let go. Standing back, I turned to the other girls and asked them if any of them knew English in English, to no avail. Squad Commander Jamie joined me in the foyer. "Any of the girls harmed?" he asked. "Doesn't look like it," I responded. "I don't think they know any English." There was blood running down the side of his head. It mingled in with his bronze hair, giving a messy and wounded appearance. "You okay?" "Not mine," he said, "the pimp's." Neither of us knew what to do with the girls. Officially our orders were to leave large groups of people with a guardian and move on once we'd checked that there were no wounded or dead and that there were no weapons in the building; but now we'd killed the pimp, and the addition of two younger girls especially concerned me. They were probably legally aged; their frailty was the chord that struck me. Innocent. Lost. Violated. Max returned and joined Jamie and I in the foyer with the girls. "There are two more floors underneath us. No more girls or men. We did find a weapons cache, though. Taylor and George are detailing it now." "Good," Jamie said. He kneeled down to the oldest looking girl, with dark chestnut hair and glasses. She was wearing a sheer pair of matching pink tanktop and boyshort panties, both of which were faintly stained. He began talking to her in what essentially was broken Russian; she seemed to understand though and gave back responses. I had little clue as to what Jamie was asking her. He waved his hands in the general direction of the doorway several times, and once pointed at the two younger girls. Max leant over and whispered to me. "How old are they?" "They must be eighteen," I replied. "No way . . . that blonde one?" He referred to the smallest girl. She wore a very short black party dress with a small and very sheer black top that had white polka dots. Her body was barely developed, no hips and very white thighs. Her breasts were small, as were her very dark nipples, which showed through the top. The girl drew her knees into her chest, apparently aware we were talking about her. The whole outfit was finished off with a pair of thick three-inch heels, mysteriously out of place with the rest of her clothes. Jamie stood back up and turned to face us. "From what I can make out she says the girls are all okay, in good shape, legally aged et cetera. And those two . . ." -- he extended two fingers towards the two younger sex workers -- ". . . one's eighteen and one's nineteen. So they're legal workers." Max nodded. "What do we do with them now?" "I guess we have to leave them here. As soon as George and Taylor get back up here, we'll move on." "Wait a minute," Max said urgently. "Are they ready to work?" I furrowed my brow. "What are you talking about?" "We've been out in this shit hole for four years. I don't know about you, but I haven't fucked a single pussy in that time. Here we walk into a brothel, off the pimp, and there are eight girls waiting for us. It doesn't take much to put two and two together." "That's out of line, Private Fletcher," I pressed. I looked at Jamie. He stood back, apparently considering the situation. "I didn't say you have to join in," he replied. "We have to get back to patrols," I said. "We can't stop half way for a little sex." "I understand, David. You've probably got more than enough male ass in these four years to keep you occupied, so you could care less. All I've got is my hand." "What the fuck are you talking about?" I replied. It was a heated argument now. Max and I had never truly seen eye to eye, but had managed to put up with each other. It was a situation akin to the one person you hate in your high school class who you manage to be stuck with for year after year, so you have to put up with them. "I'm talking about your cock enjoying the time it's had in a guy's crack!" Jamie stepped in to calm down the situation before it escalated. "Now you've stepped way out of line, man," he directed at Max. "Private Carrier isn't gay. And even if he was, who cares? There's nothing wrong with that. Little tolerance, please." "That's pretty yellow, commander," Max responded. Regardless, both men were right. I definitely wasn't gay, but there was a very clear reason why Jamie stepped in, and that was because there had been several occasions during our tour of duty where we'd slept with each other out of necessity. I felt nothing for him, and have never felt anything for a man, and never will -- I'm simply not inclined that way -- but without any sex for years, as Max himself said, we needed a release. I knew for a fact that Jamie felt differently. He was probably bisexual. I refused to let it go any further than a few occasions, though. To avoid any controversy now, he'd stepped in. It's not that Max had any evidence, but dirty rumors and hearsay still tend to travel. Taylor and George came back into the foyer. "All clear, Commander. Weapons . . . old Kalashnikovs, the types that are issued to rebel forces. It's nothing to worry about." "Thank you," Jamie responded. "Listen up. We'll spend an hour here and then move out. If you see fit to have a girl accompany you, that's fine. We'll keep it off the record. Just stay alert. They might make a rash move against us." Smiles spread across my comrades' faces. "There are private rooms just through that hallway," he said, pointing down the hall. "Try and keep it quiet, please." Jamie knelt down and began talking to the same girl again. I wasn't sure I wanted to have sex with any of them. Some part of me wanted to remain faithful to Sarah, my girl back home. "She says that the girls are ready to work," Jamie said, smiling subtly. "Take your picks, gentlemen." The boys started choosing their temporary concubines. Max immediately took the younger blonde that had caused the earlier controversy, maybe to spite me, or maybe because he had some kind of fetish. "Try not to hurt her tight slit," I said. "Then again, there shouldn't be any problem with that little water pistol you've got hanging there." Max didn't turn back as the four of us laughed. The Lolita impersonator was legal anyway, so there was no weight to any of us objecting to it. Taylor took hold of two girls. An ever-so-slightly chubby redhead with a big bubble butt followed him down the hall, as did a tall brunette with massive tits and long, tanned legs that probably hid heaven between them. George stole two blondes: the nineteen-year-old one that looked nervous and unsure of herself, and an older looking blonde with medium-sized breasts that were held way-up by a push-up brassiere. Jamie picked the motherly-like raven-haired girl with large breasts. "Take the sisters," he said, nodding towards the girl with dark hair and glasses he'd talked to before and her bleach-blonde sibling. "You need it," he said. I didn't want to make the girls uncomfortable so I showed no hesitation, but Jamie knew how I felt about my girlfriend back home. In this position, however, I knew I would have to relent. * * * Sometimes I wonder if these letters get through at all. Mom says that if they do at all, they might be edited by the censor like they were in World War II. Why, though, I couldn't imagine, because for some reason life here still hasn't changed dramatically since the last time I wrote, or since you left. Hopefully it won't change by the time you get back. Even if this piece of paper never reaches you, it helps me to put my thoughts down somewhere and to talk to someone . . . I miss you . . . But I know you're doing alright. If something had happened to you, they would have told us, wouldn't they? They know right away when someone's died. Just a few weeks ago I got a call from Molly -- she says to say hi to you, by the way -- saying that Jessica's boyfriend was killed in action. Maybe you don't remember Jess . . . she was in every class of mine from Junior High to Senior Year. Not that we were friends or anything, just luck of the draw, you know? So I guess I've been lucky. Or you've been lucky, at least. I think of you everyday, about what you'd say if you were here and what you'd do and whatever. Like just now, I remember you telling me the day before you left that luck is just probability taken personally. Because I said good luck to you when you left my place that night and you wiped the tears off my face and said that to make me laugh. I hope you're still as rational when you get back. I need somebody rational. I still cry every once in a while. I know in your last letter a while ago you said to me not to cry because you'd be home any time soon . . . but I can't help it. I don't blame you for not have written in a long time. I can't imagine what it must be like out there, and you must be very busy just trying to stay alive. Promise me you'll be home for Christmas? I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Ally keeps telling me to go out with a guy . . . get smashed or something . . . I can't do it. Don't be mad at her, she just hates seeing me how I am. But I can't be with anyone else. I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you. I love you David. Love, always. Until the end. Miss you . . . come home soon, okay? Sarah November 2, 2015 * * * Moscow, Russian Federation Dusk -- December 26, 2015 I closed the door behind the three of us. The two girls looked at me, waiting for me to make the first move. I wasn't sure I could. I sat down on the king-sized bed that occupied the center of the room. Like the foyer, the 'red' motif of love seemed to continue throughout the whole den. The room was clean, as was the bed, but in the air hung that same distant smell of sex, sweat, and cum. The brunette came over and kneeled behind me. As if sensing my pain and longing for home, she rested her head on against me and began running her hands across my back soothingly. I leaned back and allowed myself to fall into the girl's arms. I told myself it didn't matter that I was doing this; that then was the only time so far since I'd gone that I'd been with another woman. I wasn't very convincing. The blonde picked up my assault rifle and examined it. Within a split second, my heart rate shot up, Adam's apple ascended to the peak of my throat; it was a stupid mistake. I watched as she looked it over, and wondered if I was to be executed then. Everything went silent, apart from moans and screams of different varieties from across the hall; the sounds of Max pounding into a petite whore's cunt. Eventually the blonde laid the firearm back against the wall near the door frame. I let out a small, inaudible sigh, something to communicate my relief to myself. As her sister continued caressing my back, the blonde traversed onto the bed in front of me. She began removing my clothes one by one; the flak jacket; the vest . . . I found myself topless fairly quickly. Her sister pulled herself out from underneath me so the blonde could mount me and work her magic. I closed my eyes at her gentle touch. She ran her hands through my hair. Somewhere, I'd been left breathless. Perhaps from another room the intoxicating smell of more hash smoke began to waft throughout the brothels. Maybe it made sex more exciting. The blonde and I continued clashing tongues while the brunette had moved behind her sister and had begun undressing her. Off came the tight blouse, exposing the bare normal-sized breasts underneath. Small but hard pink nipples poked out. The blonde pulled up and rested back on my crotch. "What's your name?" I asked. The blonde didn't respond but the brunette seemed to understand my question. "I . . . Anastasia," she responded, not without a heavy Russian accent. She signaled to her sister. "Tatiana." Tatiana came back down and started kissing my neck. There was something strange in the way she both girls acted towards me, almost with an unexpected sort of passion. Perhaps it was just the way they had been taught to fuck their customers, just an act. It seemed real. "You?" Anastasia said. Guessing she was asking for my name, I responded. "David." "David," she repeated. She then crossed two arms and took off her pink tanktop. Her breasts, almost exact carbon copies of her sister's, bobbed about. Her nipples were slightly bigger and much darker. She leaned over and started kissing me as well. I wondered what to do with the girls, whether it was morally right just to fuck them. They seemed almost relieved to see us . . . but why? Maybe their pimp was treating them badly. Naïvely I'd assumed that they'd be well treated. I took one of Anastasia's breasts in my mouth and began sucking on the still soft nipple. It had been a long time since I'd been with a woman. Hopefully I still knew how to make them happy. Shouts of pleasure rained in from across the hall. I couldn't tell whether they were Max's or the girl's. The two sisters had me well occupied. Both of them broke away from me. Tatiana drew herself back up, and removed her hipster briefs while still remaining on my crotch, which had now become decidedly hard. A dark blonde bush of pubic hair had wrapped itself around her labia. It had been groomed down to a thick strip which culminated in a flair of hair just above her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and young, she looked like she had been dealt with delicately by men -- either that, or she was new into the business. As Tatiana removed my pants her sister crouched a few inches from my face. She removed her boyshort panties. In contrast to her sister, her sex had been well used. A vast ungroomed bush of brown pubic hair covered her crotch. No where to be seen were the pink, young lips of her sister; instead coarse, dark brown lips protruded and made their presence known. Moisture had already started to develop around her vagina and some had even begun to ooze out around her lips. Her soft pubic hair closest in proximity to her slit glistened in the ambient light with sex juice. I could smell her strongly. That sharp, distinct aroma of sex wafted heavily between my nostrils, prompting my body to become aroused as well. Anastasia inched forward and allowed her pussy to hover over my mouth dangerously. Her pearly clitoris poked out from beneath its sheath. Somewhere behind her, Tatiana massaged my straining, pulsing cock through the thin material of my briefs. Five minutes ago I had been hesitant to give into the force of ecstasy. Odyssey, 2016 Ch. 01 Now, I welcomed it. Anastasia slowly laid her well-taught pussy onto my face. As soon as it made contact, I forced my tongue through the pubic hair, through the meaty pussy lips and straight into her wet hole. Through the filter of pubic hair I saw Anastasia throw her head back, eyes closed. She moaned; a moan that reverberated around my head and bounced back and forth between my ears. I wanted to ravish this girl. I chomped down as far as I possibly could, pushing my tongue deep into her cavern and sucking her extended labia with the extremities of my lips. My tongue became coated with her thick juice. The sharp taste and smell, complimented with a light tang, stuck to my mouth and nose. I'd managed to create a vacuum around her pussy with my mouth, and Anastasia writhed with pleasure upon me. I planted my strong hands on her soft ass to make sure she went nowhere. As I violated Anastasia's vagina with my mouth I could feel Tatiana taking to me. The warm air upon my now bare cock felt good. I could feel it standing tall, strong, proud in the air, pulsing. I imagined it'd probably be red with all the blood pulsing through it, the head most likely turning to purple, needing some sort of relief as soon as possible. Somewhere at the back of my head I remembered the hash . . . that sweet smell was probably screwing with me, heightening everything -- but the thought soon disappeared as Tatiana ran her hand down my cock. She swirled a thumb around the head and I could feel her spreading my precum everywhere, making the tip wet and ready. She slid her hand across and down the shaft. Her fingers were long and delicate and knew exactly what they were doing. She gave my aching cock a few pumps before releasing her grip. Tatiana buried her hand deep at the hilt and rummaged around my own pitch black bush before sliding to my balls. She cupped them warmly and rubbed them, giving them a new home. I groaned inside Anastasia: Tatiana's handiwork was too much. Anastasia grabbed my hands with hers and lifted them, allowing her to drop her full when onto my face. She screamed as my tongue went even deeper within her. Tatiana went back to jacking me off; slowly at first, but soon with gradually increasing intensity. Anastasia started grinding her crotch on my face. Soon I was smeared with her secretions, as she rubbed her sex across my mouth and nose. She giggled at the sensations, before eventually stopping. She turned around on the bed to face her sister, and then sat her pussy back down on my mouth so I could continue my role. My nose was nestled right in her undercarriage, nice and warm and at home. Tatiana stopped masturbating me. I was nowhere near ready to ejaculate yet, but perhaps she sensed that if she was to continue I would have blown eventually, and far too early for the girls' liking. She clambered across my abdomen, before turning around. Both her feet slid next to either side of my face. I wondered what she was doing, but couldn't stop eating out the brunette planted right on top of me. I needn't have questioned though, because within a few seconds I found my cock inside a wet hole, being encircled by a very keen tongue. I groaned again, and began lapping more quickly at Anastasia. I heard Tatiana moan and could see Anastasia's arms busy at work: she must have been pleasuring her sister, getting her all wet and ready for a good fuck as well. As Tatiana moaned Anastasia began to moan as well, all my good tongue work had come to fruition, and she was about to be pushed over the brink. Anastasia bent over and leant on her blonde sister's back, allowing me to get a better angle at her pussy. Within a few seconds she was cumming. With each contraction of her vagina she screamed, I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and thrashed about as furiously as I could. More secretions were being ejaculated and they pooled around my tongue and began to dribble down. She rubbed herself across my face as her orgasm began to subside, and I slowed myself down to a slow dog-like lap. Tatiana hadn't stopped sucking me off either, but she'd kept me in check all the while. I could feel my balls start to recede a little bit, and sperm start to move around inside my cock. She stopped blowing me as her sister dismounted me. I lay spread-eagled out on the bed. For the first time in a while I could see clearly above me. I could smell the female juice smeared across my face, some had even begun to dry from early on in the session. The sisters smiled at each other, probably debating as to what to do next. Tatiana crawled back onto the bed and positioned her slit above my throbbing cock. I needed to cum desperately, but wanted to make her reach orgasm as well. Anastasia slid behind her sister, and helped guide her down onto me. Both Tatiana and I cried out in unison at the great pleasure we felt. Tatiana collapsed onto me and we kissed. Her soft breasts buoyed themselves on my chest. Then we began fucking. I charged my cock deep into her vagina. No mercy. No taking it slow. Her pussy could have used some lubrication, but no one could have made me wait around. She shrieked loudly with the sensation of me thrusting deeper and deeper into her sex. I held her head on top of mine. Our foreheads and noses touching, perfectly aligned, I looked directly into her eyes as I ruthlessly gave her my manhood. Her mouth was open in a permanent moan. Each time I withdrew my penis her labia would slide across the shaft, wrap themselves across the shaft, trying to hold on, trying to keep me inside, only for me to shove back in to the hilt. Each time I reinserted she'd furrow her brow, and breathe out heavily onto me. She closed her eyes as I kissed her again. My hands searched across her ass, clasping each of the small cheeks. I was tempted to spank her, but didn't. I felt she deserved a little more. I held back. With each pump I was closer and closer to creaming her pussy, but I held on because I wanted to make her come first. I felt her sister's hands on mine. Anastasia began rubbing Tatiana's little asshole. I knew what she was going to do. Slowly she spread the warm cheeks and began probing a finger into her sister's butt. Tatiana cried out and arched her back. Her head flew up, yet I managed to keep hold of her. I held her head down again, stared straight into her eyes. "Stay with me, baby," I breathed huskily. She moaned as a response. I felt Anastasia's finger worming around on the other side of Tatiana's pussy. Slowly but surely, Anastasia had a finger in up to the knuckle. That was the final thing that pushed Tatiana over the edge. The rate of moaning started to increase, and then she started screaming. I felt her orgasm: the blonde started squirting more and more pussy juice all over my cock. The volume was so great that several streams started dribbling out down across my balls. She'd come. Now I could. Anastasia withdrew her finger out of her sister's ass. She could she my balls receding deeply as I pumped brutally in and out of Tatiana's slit. Anastasia was ready for it. I pulled out of Tatiana. Anastasia rolled her sister over and I sat up quickly, pulled the brunette closer to me and then blew my load. Creamy sperm flew across her face. I could feel each pulse in slow motion as I ejaculated, over and over again. Anastasia flinched each time my cock fired a shot, and even as I was cumming she grabbed hold of my penis and encased it within her mouth. I came over and over again. After thirty seconds her face was coated with goopy goodness. Stands of semen crossed from her nose to her mouth; from underneath her eye to her chin. I pulled out of her mouth and she opened wide, showing me proudly the spunk that had pooled behind her teeth and under her tongue. Tatiana then leaned over, and the sisters kissed, trading my cum between themselves, and swallowing drops at a time. I caught myself wondering whether this was normal or not. Sisters kissing and cumswapping was the stuff of scripted pornography, not private prostitution dens in Russia. Or maybe it was the stuff of private prostitution dens in Russia. Hell if I knew . . . * * * New York City, NY, United States of America Morning -- December 26, 2015 "Are you coming tonight?" "Tonight . . . I don't know . . . haven't really thought about it." "C'mon, Sarah," Ally's voice buzzed with static over the phone. "You have to get out more." "I don't really feel like it. I'm not . . . I'm not in the mood." "Mood? You don't have to be! C'mon, I'll take care of you. You don't have to do anything with any guys if you don't want to." "No?" "Well . . . you should, but I'm not going to force you if you don't want to . . . if you want to be faithful and all." "See, what does that mean? Faithful? Why can't I be?" "Because, what if he never comes back? It's been four years! The war's over, but the troops will still have to stay there for ten more years still!" "Not all of them. They said they'll start bringing them back slowly." "And even if he does come back, what if he's . . . different?" "Different?" "War changes people. 'War transforms us.'" There was a pause from both girls. "I don't want to talk about this over the phone, anyway," Ally broke back in. "We've had this argument, like . . . fifty million times. Just come, okay?" "Let me think about it," Sarah replied. * * * Moscow, Russian Federation Night -- December 26, 2015 The girls sat opposite me on the bed. Both of their crotches glistened in the dim light. They looked like they were ready to go again. I, on the other hand, wasn't. I didn't need to look down to know that my limp dick was bright red with wear and needing a few minutes to recuperate. I knew I'd be having dry orgasms for a while after that sexually charged encounter. Anastasia crawled across the bed and cuddled up to be, signaling that she wanted me whenever I was ready. I smiled back. Tatiana kept her distance. I wondered if I'd hurt her. The door opened and Jamie came through. He closed the door behind him and approached us. Our three pairs of eyes followed his naked body across the room. His cock was half hard. It was a cock I'd seen before. It hid behind a thin layer of light brown pubic hair plumage. "Having fun?" he asked. "A lot of fun," I replied. He sat down next to Tatiana and wrapped his arm around her bare shoulder. She looked at him, sizing him up. "How are the girls?" "Doing fine." He said something in Russian to the blonde, to which she replied, "Tatiana." The conversation continued on for a minute more before Tatiana reached down and began to stroke his cock. Watching her feel him up made me start to go hard as well. Anastasia beamed down at my slowly rising instrument. She bent over and took me into her mouth. She sloshed the semi-hard tool around and around with her tongue. I kissed her back, and then moved onto her small butt. Resting my head on the soft flesh, I licked at the cheeks, welcoming their smooth warmth. I stroked her fleshy pussy with a single finger and pinched at her gleaming clit. My now hard cock scraped against the back of the brunette's mouth. She stroked her tongue around the iron hard penis, and then adjusted her neck back slightly to work on the head. I pushed a finger through the fleshy lips of her slit and deep into her vagina. She stopped licking my for a split second to gasp at the sudden intrusion, but I pushed her back down on me with my one free hand. Tatiana turned around so her butt faced me and took Jamie into her mouth as well. Her pink pussy bobbed up and down as she teetered back and forth on his penis. I continued my exploration of Anastasia's vagina with my finger. She seemed to be enjoying it, as was I. Occasionally I'd pull out my finger and we'd share her sex's glistening product. I would have been content with just eating her out again, but she wanted my cock. There was something about the dark brown meatiness of her cunt that was getting me aroused like I'd never experienced before. Nevertheless, it would be nice to feel those thick lips wrapped around my pole. Tatiana spoke to her sister, and both girls nodded. The blonde moved back and lay down next to me. Anastasia rolled me over and we swapped positions and Jamie crawled on top of Tatiana. We both prepared ourselves to infiltrate these Russian whores' holes. Jamie looked over at Anastasia's crotch and smirked at the amount of hair surrounding her slit. There was something very attractive in the primal nature of her sex. Then, we both dove in. The sisters gasped as we shoved our manhoods deep inside them. My pubes mingled with the brunette's, and I leant over and started kissing her. Something took over. Something basic, something primal. I began making love to her, something which I hadn't done for years. The room remained a blur for fifteen minutes, but occasionally I'd look over and watch Jamie's butt as he fucked Tatiana over again. The blonde couldn't keep her hands off his back, and Anastasia couldn't keep her hands off mine. I was content in her warm pussy, with her fleshy folds wrapped around my cock. Her cunt wanted me, and I wanted it. I felt at home in her. I wanted to come deep inside her, plant my seed, make her know it was ready to grow. I grunted over and over again, like an animal, like a man on overdrive. My cock scraped against the walls of her vagina, they clamped down as much as they could. After seven minutes in I felt her come. She contracted around me, made it tighter than ever before. I buried my head next to hers in the pillow and clamped my eyes shut. Anastasia moaned out again and again as I continued to buck into her. I felt like I was growing even more, like I was getting harder and harder and longer and longer. The sensation of me hitting up against her cervix continued to arise, but I couldn't believe it; I didn't believe it: I'd never been in so deep ever with a girl. It must have been the hash in the air that was doing it. I forgot Jamie was even in the same room as me until he put his cock head at the tip of my ass. I stopped bucking and looked around me. Tatiana was rolling around in ecstasy, and Jamie was above me. I felt him push his cock against my rosebud. Anastasia looked up at me, wondering what was happening. He was worming his way into me before I could do anything, or tell him to stop. I groaned as my cock continued to pulse deep inside Anastasia, and my sphincter broke apart and allowed him to enter. We were both locked within different people. I felt his pubic hair rustle up against my asshole. Somehow he'd managed to get in without feeling much. Anastasia kissed me, and moaned for me to continue fucking her. She remained unaware that I had a man up my ass, ready to blow his spunk deep into my bowels. Jamie started fucking me. It didn't feel that bad, either. And I liked it. He must have been well lubricated from Tatiana's little cunt. His cock slid back and forth inside me. Anastasia moaned again with discomfort. The added weight on her now, added with my bulging rod pushing right inside her can't have felt too good. So I started fucking her again. Both Jamie and I slid back and forth, fucking our respective holes, one of which happened to be mine. His testicles bounced around in their sack and slapped at the top of my balls. I wondered why Jamie had done it. Maybe he felt something for me. I still don't know. I could never reciprocate in that respect. I didn't mind having cock up my ass . . . just like men who like having butt plugs and dildos up theirs. Nothing strictly homosexual about it -- just the idea, perhaps. But there was no love involved from my end. Tatiana arose, and she disappeared behind Jamie. I felt her lick the three of us together in one long motion -- from her sister's clit to around my sliding cock, across my drooping balls, then around my ass, and probably across Jamie's cock. I couldn't hear very well, but I heard him muffle something about her licking his ass. She fondled and squeezed at my ball sack, rather too hard on one occasion, but she was speeding up the process. Whatever she was doing to Jamie, it was working. A sudden wet feeling grew at the tip of his cock within me, and I could feel movement deep inside. Strand after strand of Jamie's creamy milk stuck to the walls of my rectum. He groaned over and over again, and continued to slide in and out of my used-up butt. His cock popped as we removed it from inside me. I continued to fuck Anastasia, all too aware of my openness, and Jamie's pure seed sticking itself inside me. Slurping noises proceeded to come from Tatiana. I hope I tasted good. Within a minute of Jamie creaming me, I took my turn with Anastasia, shooting my second load into her vagina. She smiled at me. I don't know why, but a hope that I'd gotten her pregnant passed through my head. Something about this girl had touched me. That I even had a second load after fucking her sister so well was miraculous. I kissed her on the mouth, and we licked at each others tongues. The door opened and closed as Jamie left the room. Tatiana plunged two fingers inside my gaping butt and played around with the walls of my ass. I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but I didn't have the energy. Eventually she got up and left. I stayed inside Anastasia. I didn't want to pull out of her for a long time. * * * Anastasia left the room several minutes after I climaxed in her. I stared around the room. It was a good fuck. I could feel Jamie's semen moving around up my asshole. The room was warm. My rifle was still against the wall near the door. Anastasia had left her pink boyshort panties for me. I had no idea where she'd gone, or if it was the last time I'd see her for tonight, or forever. I put my legs through, and drew the panties up through my crotch. My cock bulged in the short panties. Women's underwear is much, much more comfortable. It was very much a laughing point for Sarah when she let me wear her panties around home. It wasn't a cross-dressing thing; they were just much more comfortable. Standing up off the bed, I walked out into the hallway and into the room opposite, where Max had been fucking the young girl. He wasn't in there anymore, and the miniature blonde was out on the bed. Her arms were tied to the headboard with what looked like soft velvet ropes. Eyes closed, she might have been sleeping. I walked over to her. Her small pink nipples were as hard as anything, and stuck up off her flat chest. My cock began to perk around at the sight of the young beauty. Her pussy didn't look like it had been too hard done by. The small, shaved slit had thin lips. I mounted the bed, and lowered my head to her steaming sex. In one movement I clamped down on her pussy like I had done with Anastasia, and shoved my tongue inside the girl. Her vagina was very tight and very small. The girl stirred and tried to focus her eyes. Eventually she managed to look at me, before laying her head back down. I could distantly taste semen . . . or was it precum? Eventually, I could discern the taste of precum. Max must have fed her his milk. The girl seemed to be quite uncomfortable with her arms tied up. I stopped licking at her and first untied her left hand, then her right. Kneeling over her waist, I took her right and placed it on my crotch, then started manually stroking her hand against the material of Anastasia's boyshorts. The young blonde seemed perplexed by the man that was wearing another girl's panties. I lowered the garment to around my knees and guided my limp penis to the whore's mouth. She sucked upon it, like a schoolgirl sucks on a lollipop. It was a cute sight. My cock was too big for her mouth, so she restricted her tongue to the underside of the shaft and suckled on the glans. I stroked the blonde's straight hair, and placing both thumbs on top of her eyebrows, pulled up so she looked directly at me with elongated eyes. Her blue irises glistened, questioning silently about my intensions with her. I had begun to harden in her mouth, and she had to adjust so as not to get uncomfortable. Odyssey, 2016 Ch. 01 Would her slit be too tight for me? I wanted to try it. This girl was tiny, and the animal inside me was asking to be inside her, to hear her screaming, feel her hands clawing around my back as I took her vulnerable form. Her nails on both hands and feet had been painted a baby blue, with matching eyeliner. She squealed as I grasped the back of her head and forced her down on me. My cock hit the back of her throat awkwardly, making her gag. I continued stroking her head. Did this girl derive any pleasure from the men that came and sweated over her? Did she want to be here -- and how long had she been working here? Had she been a child prostitute? The thoughts darted through my head, but the concern that had fixed center stage earlier had strangely disappeared. The door opened and Max walked in. I looked at him, and inevitably my eyes wafted down to his crotch, where his hard cock was a much more normal size, differently from how I had contended earlier. "She's good," he said. "Nice and tight. She screams when you fuck her. I choked her with her panties and creamed them, and she lapped it up like the slut she is." He continued talking, but all his words missed me completely. Instead I stared straight at him, finding it impossible to focus on what he was saying. "What's her name?" I asked. "Big on names? Like to call it out as you spank them? It's Vera. It was on her panties . . . but then my spunk covered it up. Do you know what Vera means?" I didn't respond. "Faith!" he laughed. Why he found it funny, I don't know. Maybe the fact that anybody could do whatever they wanted to do to this girl down her was ironic. I don't know. Max moved around to the foot of the bed. He began picking up his clothes and gear, then stopped short of leaving. He walked around to the side of the bed and slapped my ass. "You get creamed by Jamie again?" I looked up at him and tried to process what he was saying. He lowered a hand to my ass crack and scooped up a trail of Jamie's sperm, before waggling it in front of my eyes. I wondered how he knew that Jamie had done me. He must have known about me and Jamie. Max gestured his finger and pushed it closer to my mouth. He shoved the finger inside my lips. I kept my jaw clamped closed, so all he could do was polish my lips with the sperm. He spanked my butt again as I looked up at him angrily. "And you're wearing girlie panties as well . . . my, my, my," he snickered. "I'd love to take you up the ass. I'd love to be up your shit hole. Don't worry; 'I've only got a water pistol after all'," he said, mocking my comment earlier. "I want you to feel my sperm jutting into you. And I wouldn't let it dribble out, either." The blonde continued to lick at my fully erect cock. "Suck me." He held out his limp dick and brushed it across my lips. His chestnut brown bush rustled. "Suck me," he repeated. I opened my mouth and took his flaccid penis in. Why I did it, I don't know. It was an act of submission. As soon as he put it in, though, he drew it back out. "You like the taste? You like the feel? That's too bad Carrier, because Taylor's about to put a show on for us back in his room. He's gonna shove that massive shlong up that tight nineteen-year-old blonde's cunt. I suggested he try this little whore, but he said she's too pretty. Doesn't want to rip a pretty girl apart. I expect you'll hear screaming soon." Max threw his head back and laughed mockingly. "We're gonna be fucking and restraining all the other girls in the same room so they can watch the show." He exited the room and left me with Vera. I looked down at her. She looked back at me. I pulled out from her mouth and sat back, sizing her up. "Do you hate him?" she asked unsurely. I was surprised. I didn't know she spoke English. Before when I'd asked, none of the girls batted an eyelid. Maybe they were just scared. It was the twenty-first century though, and if eighteen, Vera would have been born in 1998 . . . the whole world was learning English by then. "I didn't know you spoke English," I replied. "I hate him," she said, ignoring my comment. She spoke softly, with a light accent, as if she'd been taught by a native speaker of English, probably even from the States. "What did he do to you?" "He hurt me. He tied me and hit me while he was in me." "How did he hit you?" "He slapped me." "He spanked you?" I asked. The young girl nodded. "How old are you?" "Eighteen." "And how long have you been working here?" Vera looked off into the distance. "I'm not supposed to say." She drew her legs back to her chest, covering her small breasts, and wrapped her arms around her knees. I looked at her small pussy, fantasizing about diving in. "Why did he put his penis in your mouth?" "Because he's a dick," I responded, taking a moment to smirk at the bad pun. "What is a dick?" "A bad person." "So you do hate him," she smiled back, ever so slyly. "No," I paused. "Hate is too strong a word. I don't particularly like him, but I don't hate him." "Do you like men?" she asked. "You ask a lot of questions," I smiled, evoking a smile back from her. "I don't like men. I don't feel anything for them. But I like sex." "I don't," she replied. "I hate it." "I understand. You don't hate sex, do you? You just don't like the men that do these things to you." "You are right . . . I sometimes enjoy it with the gentle men." She looked down at my still erect penis. The hard-on refused to die down. Being opposite a teen girl ready for the taking, there was no chance of it dying down. I took the shaft in hand and began softly stroking it. "I'm sorry if I hurt you before," I said to her. "You didn't hurt me," she said. The conversation broke as she rubbed her arms to keep warm. "Do you know Anastasia well?" I said. "Yes. You're wearing her underwear." "Is she a good person?" I asked. "She is very kind to me. Always helps me and holds me after I have been with a rough man. She gets hurt sometimes as well. She has been here for a long time. She has sex with all the normal men." Brow furrowed, I wondered what she meant by "normal" men. "All the rich men ask for me. Mr. Troikov gets all the money and gives only some to me." The question of her parents sprung to mind. "What do your parents think of you being in here?" "My family is dead. I only survived when our house was destroyed with a bomb." "I'm sorry . . ." "That's okay," Vera smiled back strongly. "We all stick together. We all are each other's family, against the men who keep us here and the men who have sex with us." "You mean you and the other girls?" She nodded. A female scream came from down the hall, just like Max said. I talked to cover up the subject. "You're very beautiful," I said. "Before here I did gymnastics. But not anymore." That explained her thin physique. And Max had her tied up . . . I let go of my cock and shuffled across the bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her. "Two of you had sex with me today. That one that came in before and another with brownish hair. Why were they both rough and angry with me?" I paused before responding. The answer was obvious, but the real problem was how to form it into a response. "They . . . they don't respect you. Because we've won, they think you should respect us and they don't care about what we do to you." "You are different." "I try," I said. "I've got a girlfriend back home, and she keeps me in line." "Do you love her? Do you miss her?" "Very much," I answered, the words getting stuck mid throat. She leaned her small frame against me. Small, but warm. My cock was still hard, refusing to die down. It pulsed uncomfortably and awkwardly. "Can I have sex with you?" It felt wrong to ask, but I needed her body. She looked up at me. There was no trace of hesitation, but she studied my face and tried to discern what I wanted from her. "Yes," she responded softly. Vera slid under the covers of the bed and beaconed me in. I followed her underneath and held my weight above her, ready to penetrate her in the missionary position. "Your penis is very big," she said, despite my average size. For her, most penises would be giants. "Please go into me slowly." "I promise I won't hurt you. If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me." The little girl nodded and let a small smile go. Who knows how many men she'd heard that from in her life. Blindly, I pushed my hips forward. My penis pecked against her crotch and eventually made contact with her small vulva. I repositioned, and with the help of her hands, the head of my cock rested in between her two labia. "Ready?" I slotted in and began to break the space between her lips. She opened her small mouth as if to gasp, but she held back any noise. The head of my penis scraped against the walls of her vagina. Vera was even tighter deeper in than I had previously established with my tongue. She began to moan; not a moan of discomfort, but a moan of growing pleasure. I pushed the rest of my penis in. I was now in up to the hilt. Small girl, but normally sized vagina. I looked down and smiled at her. She smiled back and hung her arms across my back. I began pushing in and pulling out of her very slowly. My rod scraped against the sides of her sex, and as I bucked along the small girl began to respond, pushing her own hips up towards me with growing intensity. "Can I ask you something?" I said to her during our soft love making. "Yes," she said short of breath. "Do you girls use birth control?" "Normally . . . but we ran out of contraception pills . . . during the siege . . . I don't think any of the girls . . . have for a while." "Has anybody ejaculated in you today?" "No." "Are you safe?" "No," she repeated again. I grunted. I'd never see her again, probably. "Do you mind if I make you pregnant?" The young blonde didn't respond. I started fucking her at a faster pace. I could feel my orgasm around the corner, and felt the little sperm I had left in my depository pulling up into my wrenching rod. I was going to ejaculate into her vagina. Would I make two girls pregnant tonight? "Have you come?" I asked Vera. "No . . . please don't stop." I wanted to help her out. So I continued thrusting in and out of her. And when she began moaning louder and responding to me faster, I went in faster. We came at the same time. She started wailing out as soon as she hit her peak. A bulge developed at the hilt of my shaft and I felt a massive wave passing through my penis as I ejaculated my spunk at the height of her cavern. Ejaculation after ejaculation jolted through me into my body; how many of them were loaded with cum and how much there was I don't know. I looked down at Vera as she contently looked back at me. My shaft was finally going soft in her in a pool of our collective sex fluids. I collapsed to the right of her, and my cock pulled out along with a giant dump of her cum that smeared across my crotch. She slipped her hand into mine. It was a nice gesture. "What if I have your child?" she asked me. "I'll come back and find you," I said assuring to her. "I'm don't want to lose track of my children. Do you think I've made you pregnant?" "Maybe. American children . . . thank you." She cuddled up to me and nestled her head in my shoulder. "Why?" "They'll let me into America now. I can have a better life." "Vera . . . I'll give you some details of mine. Email, address . . . if you are pregnant or even if you need me at any time, please contact me, even if I'm back home." "What about your girlfriend?" Sarah crossed my mind. She definitely wouldn't like this. In all her letters she insisted how she'd wait for me. The cold realization that I'd betrayed her hit me like a punch in the face. I'd shared my sperm with other girls, planted my fertile seed in two of them. War transforms us. "She'll understand," I lied. "Thank you," Vera replied. "When do you have to go?" "Soon." We were due back at base late at night. We hadn't even covered half of our allotted patrol area, but they wouldn't find out unless something weapon-related happened. "What are they doing to Nadezhda?" "Nadezhda?" "My friend . . . the other blonde that the man that was here before talked about." Probably raping her, I thought. "Taylor . . . one of my friends has a very big penis, and he is fucking her." "Will they hurt her?" "I don't know." Vera stroked my chest and let her hand settle in my bush of pubic hair. "I like you," she said sweetly. I smiled, sharing the same sentiment. * * * Vera and I lay there for some time afterwards. By the time Jamie came in, she'd fallen asleep on me. "It's time to go," he said. "How do you feel?" "About you cumming up my butt, our about the time I've had with the two girls that I've impregnated?" "Both?" he asked, perhaps surprised at the tail of my comment. "The girls were great," I said. "I'm still a bit confused about you, though." "How so?" "I enjoyed it . . . it was good. But I don't feel anything for you." "So you enjoy having things up your ass. You could get the same feeling from a chick pegging you. You know I'm bi and you know how I feel about you, but at the end of the day it's up to you. And I know you're not gay, and I understand that and I respect that. Did I hurt you at all before?" "No." "I did what I did because . . ." He stopped. "What I'm about to tell you, no one else knows yet. Not even at camp. We're going to be sent home soon. We're going home." "What?" "Our unit is one of the first getting sent back. Today, tomorrow and the day after are our last patrols. So I took you because it might be the last chance I ever get." I didn't know what to day. I was overjoyed, but not because of Jamie . . . because we were heading back. I slipped out of bed. Vera was still asleep. With a smile on my face I left the room, stepping back on the road to home. Continued soon . . . comments and feedback much appreciated, of course.