0 comments/ 34341 views/ 1 favorites Soldier By: MistressLili "Fuck me harder! Don't stop!" Those words echoed throughout Amisha's mind all week. She kept having the same reoccurring wet dream about her mysterious solider. Her soldier was 6'2 with a beautiful mahogany body. He was very much in shape and his eyes were a soft hazel brown with red and yellow specs in them. She sees him with his new girlfriend but she needs and wants him. Amisha is a lust witch. She can control anyone who has the slightest sexual thought or feeling. In order for her to keep her powers and continue to live she has to have sex very often. But ever since she met this solider she has turned down all of her offers just so she could be with him. She actually developed feelings for him. But she knew the only way for her to get him was through magic. The next night would be the first full moon, the only time during the year where her powers would be at their highest peek. Therefore the ceremony for her solider would happen then. She would finally have him. Amisha slipped on a sexy red halter-top dress that cut into a low V-shape in her handfuls of cleavage. It formed the shape of her curvy Latino hips. She was very proud of her silky beige skin, her dark auburn eyes that matched her blackish- auburn, just below the shoulder length hair. She had full hypnotic lips that were highlighted with rich black lipstick. Her long athletic legs were adorned with red 6" stiletto heels that accented her small pretty feet. She was dressed and ready, as the sun sunk in the now rainbow colored sky. After the ceremony was done and the spell was cast, all Amisha could do was wait. She waited and waited, yearning for him to show up. Her imagination was running a mile a minute; with all of the things she would do to him. She peeked through the black blinds and the high full midnight moon glared in her eyes. "He's never going to show", she mumbled with a lump in her throat. Her heart pounded, her body shook, and she started feeling cold inside. She started crying as loneliness was taking over making her body ice. She stood in the corner of her room now with her head against the wall. Her tears were hot cheeks but only for a minute. Amisha's skin started crawling and she got goose bumps. She turned around from the wall with her eyes closed. "Where are you, my solider?" she whispered. Out of nowhere warm gentle lips met hers. They pushed against hers rough but kind. She concentrated on the lips but then she felt a tongue pry open her jaws and reach for her tongue. Her head was pressed against the wall as this kiss of passion was being given. The kisser pulled away, leaving her lips wet and ready for more. The kisser moved up to her ear and breathing softly said, "I'm here my love," She opened her eyes amazed to find her solider standing in front of her. His body glistened and his chest rippled behind his opened army uniform. He started to speak again but she closed his mouth. She kissed him again pushing his jacket off of his shoulders and onto the floor. She dug her nails into his back as she kissed him making him moan in her mouth. She let go and slid her hands from his shoulder to his hands. Once her hands were in his, she led him to the center of the room. She snapped her fingers and the blinds rose and let a ray of moonlight in that hit his body perfectly. She snapped her fingers again and out of the ceiling a beam lowered that had a pair of red handcuffs on them. She told him to raise his arms above his head and she cuffed him to the beam. She stared into his eyes and examined his body he looked sexy and edible with his body tied up and helpless. She needed to feel him without touching him. When she lowered her head to brush her nose against his neck, his hair rose and his neck relaxed. He tilted his head to the side and she softly she bit down on his neck. She heard him moan and she bit harder. Every touch was a sensation for them both. She walked around to his back and rubbed her hands down to the brim of his pants. She circled to the front of the pant and down into them. She got a grip on his humungous dick and began playing with it. She also bit down on the other side of his neck causing his moans to become ecstatic. She pulled her hands out of his pants and pulled them down. She then returned to the front to admire her soldier's riffle. She kissed his lips then kissed lower biting down on his nipples as she passed them until she got to his dick. She dropped to her knees and gripped it with both hands cause it wouldn't fit in just one. First she licked the head and the beginning of the shaft. Next she placed it into her mouth. It was a slight struggle for a second. She started sucking and kept sucking with a steady but strong bobbing motion. When she got to the tip she moved her head in circular motions like she was playing with it. Her body bounced with the rhythm of her head. She watched his eyes as they rolled to the back of his head and his mouth foamed. Her head movements slowed down and became exaggerated. Like a rushing rapid his cum entered her mouth and she swallowed it in one gulp. She kept sucking until he was all out. She jumped up and shoved her tongue in his mouth. She wanted him even more. She let him go and led him to the bed. Crawling backwards, she reached the top of the bed never leaving his gaze. He followed crawling on top of her still staring into her eyes. He reached her face and she said, "Ravage my body as you have done with my mind". He obeyed not wasting any time. He began kissing her neck where her sweet spot lay. He moved down unbuckling her dress and sliding it down. He finally reached her titts and she screamed as he gripped one in between his jaws and tried to take it off. His sucking was very impressive and made her very horny. He circled her nipples with his tongue giving each one special attention. He moved lower to her belly button tickling it with his tongue. Next he was at her coochie pulling her cotton red thong off. He kissed her inner thighs marking each one with his bite marks. Her coochie was already wet as he bit her while she waited for his tongue to enter her. When it did she was not as prepared as she thought she would be. His tongue was soft but hard. It dug directly into her pussy and aimed for her clit. It teased it then left it to lick the lips of her pussy then it was right back in there. He started jerking off as he ate her out. The more excited he got the more violent his tongue got. She could not hold it anymore she squirted on him so many times that it looked like someone splashed him with milk. She reached down and pulled on his ears. He followed her winding up on top of her. But she pushed him on the bed. This was her wish and she was going to do it the way she wanted. Amisha mounted him, guiding his dick into her pussy. Slowly she started riding, trying to adjust to the thickness of him. She caught a cramp but she knew it was worth it. Her hips pushed her pussy forward on him giving her body the perfect rhythm. She spread her legs wider and moved faster. She was adjusting to him quickly and that helped her ride better. He placed his hands on her hips feeling the force of her hips under his fingers. She grabbed on to her hair as she rode moaning every time she moved. She started bouncing harder making the bed rock. His moans became louder and his grip tightened. He pulled her on to him more, wanting her to take him all in. She let out a small yelp because it hurt but she tried it anyway. She rode him smiling when he squeezed her nipples in between his fore finger and thumb. She came all over herself her juices sliding down her thighs and legs. She kept going realizing that his stamina was very long. She bent over placing her hands on his nipples. She was in a frog like position riding, bouncing, and swirling her body making sure he would cum inside of her. But she changed her mind. She didn't want him to cum yet, so she got off. Amisha watched his face as he begged for her to get back on. She waited for a minute, and then she got on backwards. So that he was in the back of her pussy. It was a position she never tried before. The penetration level was even higher and by her pussy being wet it helped him slide in faster. She snapped her finger and the bar appeared above her head. She reached up and held onto it giving her leverage over his body. It hurt to be on him like that. She liked the pain and she started to ride deeper to cause more of it. She began yelling as she rode sometimes saying 'fuck me' or screaming 'harder soldier'. And he did just that. He raised her up a little with his hands and followed with his hips. He began thrusting his pelvic area up into her. She was shouting in pain. He dug his entire cock into her body hitting her back wall so hard she thought that he would break it. Tears streamed down her face, and screams escaped from her mouth. She matched him by bouncing back with all of her body weight. They both were pounding into each other trying to hurt each other in some way. The room became filled with screams. moans, and pleas from them both. Her pussy began to burn form the friction so she licked one of her hands and played with her clit. She kept playing until the burning sensation went away and then she reached lower and tickled his balls. He laughed and sat up a little. This was the greatest sex that any of them had ever had with anyone. He reached his hand up into her hair pulling her neck backwards causing her back to arch that way. She was arched so far back that they sort of formed an 'o' shape. They flicked their tongues in and out of each other's mouth. He sat up, Amisha still on top of him and clung on to her titts. He slipped two of his fingers into her mouth and rubbed it in on her nipple. He leaned his head on her back as he pumped his last pump and gushed cum into her body. Amisha rode robotically not wanting to stop but her body said she had to or else she would rip in half. She let go and turned around. She looked at her fantasy come true and did not want to let him go. But she kissed him goodbye knowing in the morning the spell would wear off and this would all be a dream. She had to get him out of there before that happened. She said her spell and watched as he was transported back to where he came from. Amisha curled up alone but would never regret the first and last night with her soldier. Soldier and Nurse The young soldier was alone in sick bay. Due to his recent accident, he hasn't been able to get into town on leave. Being young and male he was becoming super horny. Because of the normal lack of privacy in the ward, a guy couldn't even jerk off without the threat of being caught. The young man just couldn't take it any longer, he just had to have release, so after looking around carefully, and snagging a hand full of Kleenex he started to masturbate. Suddenly, Nurse Beverly walked in. "So how is my patient doing?" she asked in her sexy voice. Embarrassed the young soldier tensed at being caught, he began to blush, and just nodded his head in quite shame. "I think you need another examination!" She stood next to the bed, checking his pulse and blood pressure. "That doesn't look too good," she said. "Your heart rate is way above normal, and your blood pressure is too high. You need a special treatment." She smiled. Her soft hand slid under the blanket, covering the young man's hand that was still resting on his rock- hard cock. Her gentle fingers caressed his shaft, then slowly looking into his intense eyes she started to jerk him off. To the young mans surprise and joy, she opened the zipper on her blue nurse uniform. Her beautiful breasts fell out, she wasn't wearing a bra. He was finding it hard to breathe now, he can't take his eyes off her gorgeous breasts, Her pink nipples are obviously hard and erect. Still jerking on the young mans penis, Nurse Beverly, with her free hand, grabbed the young soldier's right hand and placed it on her warm smooth breast. It felt like silk to him and he gratefully I fondles it. The young soldier was startled when Nurse Beverly pulled the blanket to one side uncovering his body. His eyes almost pop out of their sockets as the beautiful young nurse leaned over the bed and without a word began to lick the pre-come off his hard penis. Her warm satiny tongue felt so good to the young man, quietly he murmured, "please, please Beverly give me a blowjob, please." "First let me remove my uniform," she said as she takes if off, showing him more of her gleaming sexy body. She uncovered her neatly trimmed red bush, and he almost passed out when she turned around in front of him for a moment showing off her perfect body. She bent over again and started to swallow his entire cock in her warm, wet mouth. Her slippery tongue circled around the head. Her tight, round butt looked so inviting to the young soldier that he started to fondle and squeeze it. Again, without a word - Beverly pulled the young mans cock out of her mouth. Then with a kiss and a wink she climbed onto the bed and mounted his face, her pink pussy dripping her womanly juices. Greedily the young man started to lick at her shapely snatch with abandon. With one swift move of her perfect hand, Beverly tucked her hair behind her ear and bent down to suck his erect cock again. Her clitoris was swollen and the soldier gently sucked on it, as he finger-fucked her pussy. Beverly groaned and moaned loudly, then she began her journey to heaven, as her orgasm rose within her body. Starting at the young man's mouth, running up her lovely thighs, through her heart and smashing through her mind. Pulsing from pussy to outer-space and back she arches her back. She pressed her gushing pussy against his mouth, and with a loud scream, Beverly came and came - on his tongue. After catching her breath for a moment she climbed off the panting young man and gave him a hot passionate French kiss, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. "Oh, man, that was great!" she finally said with a smile shining upon her angel face. "I love getting licked. Now let's see if the patient can stand up." She helped him up, leaning against the bed, he managed to stand straight. She turned her back to him and declared, "I let special people use my body, if they are nice to me first, and you certainly have been that! Reaching through her long, beautiful legs, she held the young soldier erection. Panting for breath the young man placed his hands on her wonderful hips. Carefully positioning his tool, he slowly started to penetrate Beverly from behind. She was primed and ready, legs trembling, and started to chant, "Deeper, please, deeper!" The young sexually deprived soldier grunted as he pumped away, she felt so good, so warm and wonderful. Beverly started to finger her pussy feverishly. She slammed her body backward to make the young man's dick go in deeper. Soon the young man is at the top, ready to burst, "I, I'm going to.... Beverly quickly pulls her body away from the young man, he almost cried out in disappointment. But Beverly isn't listening, she was intent on her own pleasure and pushed the man back on the bed, then climbing on top of him, guiding his dick into her hot pussy, and then began to ride him, all the way down, then all the way up. For a moment she would take out his cock, rubbing the head against her clitoris. Then shove him back in again, and ride him some more, looking into his eyes all the time. The young man thought to himself, as his come rose within his body 'God, this woman knows how to fuck'. Beverly was thoroughly enjoying herself fondling her breasts and licking her own nipples. This heavenly sight made the young soldier come like no man had come before. He filled her with gush after gush of hot pent-up seed. Still slowly humping the young soldier Beverly bends over and kisses him once more. "I'd better check up on you later," she whispers. The young soldier can only answer, "That's fine with me, nurse." Soldier Boy He was lying against the pillows, propped up under the dim light, and slowly dragging on a cigarette, exhaling the wispy smoke towards the side. His fingers stopped momentarily over the ashtray on the nightstand, as if he were debating sucking the last of the life from the burning embers, but instead crushed the smoking end of his cigarette slowly around in a circle in the bottom of the cheap tin plate. I had been lying on my side, watching the flashing of the television as it momentarily lit up the plaster walls of the hotel room. This was how most of my Saturday night "dates" were -- false stories to my mother of how we were going to see the latest movie, with promises not to stay out too late. The only movies, though, that I watched were the array of pornographic tapes that Michael brought with him to play on the complimentary VCR of whatever generic room we ended up in at the Econo Lodge hotel on Abercorn Street. At first, I had been fascinated by the multitude of sexual images that cluttered the screen. I was seventeen years old, a senior in high school, and although I was not a stranger to sex, having two steady boyfriends before Michael, still the uninhibited openness of the naked strangers on the screen and their blatant disregard for societal taboo filled me with a secret delight. I watched, a secret voyeur on a fraudulent adult world that I rather naively felt that I belonged to. I lay my head back, bored with the images, and stared at Michael. His face was turned toward the screen, but his green eyes remained vacant, as if he were just listening to the dubbed moaning sounds. Michael Capriella was a soldier in the Ranger battalion of the U.S. Army, stationed at Hunter Army Airfield. He was twenty-five, eight years older than I was and, although he was more hardened to the world and more experienced, I felt that we were on the same plane of maturity and knowledge. His body was lean and jaunty, his muscles tight, but providing him with little bulk. My eyes took in his chest, illuminated in a garish yellow by the bedside light, smooth, with a small trail of light brown hair that started between his dark nipples and ended in a small triangular shaped thatch above his hardened cock. He had classic Italian hair except for the color - dark blonde that formed a window's peak at his forehead and was brushed back into a gelled style reminiscent of the 50's. His blondish-brown mustache was neatly trimmed and very thin, offsetting the thinness of his nose, which had a slight crook, like it had been broken in a bar fight and never set right. He exuded an air of arrogance - partly to blame for his Northern roots and the military training of superiority seared into his very being. He was like a cocky New Jersey, Italian boy who always had attitude about him. He was everything that I was not, and I loved the contradiction of this. I was the sweet Southern girl - smart, innocent, and always did everything right, never getting into trouble, wearing my prim private school uniform with my pleated skirt just an inch above regulation length and auburn red, long hair cascading in front of my pressed white collared shirt, transparent enough to reveal a lacy bra burgeoning with a woman's cleavage. Michael, on the other hand, was the quintessential bad boy. He smoked cigarettes constantly, drove fast, and smoked pot on occasion, sucking hard on small twisted joints while sitting in his darkened bedroom that he shared with a few of his brothers in a ramshackle house in an older section of Savannah. I enjoyed watching him, like I enjoyed watching the pornographic tapes, knowing full well that I would grow weary and jaded of both, knowing that my ambitions far exceeded this hotel room, which made these nights delicious, like a summer about to end. Michael ignored me for a moment, continuing to stare at the television. He looked awkward, his naked body slumped on the pillows, his stiff cock resting on his stomach, his arms laid out in an arc connecting to his head, a large watch with dials and gears weighing down his left hand, while the right hand jerked nervously as if his fingers either wanted to stroke himself or light another cigarette. His feet pushed against the covers that lay in a mass at the bottom of the bed. Men's feet are usually quite unremarkable, but Michael's feet were somehow pretty, a light brown like the tan of his skin with the tendons connecting his toes stretched tight, his long toes tapered with squared-off nails filed straight and close. He had high arches and complained about having to walk in heavy boots all day long. I would often rub his feet for him in the afternoons. I turned back to watch the screen. A bleached blonde woman was bent over as her partner, a heavily muscled man glowing with oil, pushed his penis into her asshole as she screamed with fake delight. I watched her writhing, moaning with each push, as the man fucked her harder and faster with each passing minute; I felt myself grow hot and wet. Michael slid down off his pillows and sidled up to me, wrapping his body in a spoon-like fashion against mine, the heat of his erect cock pushing against my backside. He trailed his fingers up over my bottom and around my side to playfully flick my nipples, gradually pinching them harder. His lips came down against my ear, licking and sucking. He suddenly stopped, watching me as I watched the couple on the television. "Do you want to try that?" he said quietly. He paused, the silence hanging as I thought about what he said. I wanted to try it, but I was frightened. I felt serenely comfortable with the basics, but I knew that I longed for what I now saw before me. Often, when he was pleasuring me with his mouth, I would move, trying to make him brush against my anus, a hint of a touch sending me into waves of cascading turbulence. Now, however, I felt like I had been caught. I felt embarrassed, ashamed, and I couldn't look at him. I was a virgin again, curiosity pushing me over a precipice of sickening fear. "O.K.", I whispered softly, my face hidden from his view. I wanted to say more, but that was all that would emerge. I wasn't sure what was to come. Should I move? How should I lay? I figured Michael would immediately try to mount me, but instead he went back to kissing my ear slowly. "How should we do this?" I blurted. "Patience!" I could feel him smile, laughing softly to himself. "Just stay the way you are." His left hand moved to my front, slipping down between my legs and arcing his middle finger between the folds of my vagina, moving quickly back and forth over my clitoris. I moaned and leaned back into his chest, his skillful fingers bringing me to a state of frenzy as I felt myself orgasm, my legs drawing up and my hand closing over his. Suddenly, his fingers left me and I saw him leaning backwards on the bed, pulling the nightstand drawer open and drawing out a tube. I instantly froze. I saw Michael open the tube, letting the glistening lubricant drip onto his fingers, as he rubbed them gingerly together to catch the drips. We had used lubricant before, especially if the intercourse lasted for a long time and Michael was slow to come. Somehow, though, the lubricant seemed sinister this time, and I watched with trepidation, like a patient watching a doctor before a procedure. I rolled back over to my side, not watching as he moved up against me. I closed my eyes. I could feel him moving his hand between my legs and with a shock, I felt his finger rubbing my anus. The sensation caused jolts through my body and I instantly tensed, holding my breath. Michael continued moving his finger in a circular motion around the pucker of my anus, and in a swift move, his middle finger pushed through, gingerly sliding up inside my bottom. I had a feeling of nausea and I gasped out loud. I wanted to pull away, but he persistently held me, fucking me slowly with his finger. "Relax," he breathed. I gradually became used to his finger and began moving against it, the strange sensation pulling me into a trance. He continued this for a time that seemed forever -- part of me was yearning to beg him to stop and another part of me relishing his probing finger. I felt ashamed and submissive. It was as if he was punishing me. I felt like a child, completely under his control, submissive to his whims. I felt young and virginal and although I knew that he had probably done this before, this thought did not bother me, but rather filled me with a protective aura like he was the expert, the authority. He pulled his middle finger slowly out, only to push again with two fingers. "Oooh," I moaned quietly. This time, the two fingers together did not immediately feel as pleasant as just the one. "I am going to try to stretch you a little, so it does not hurt as much." His voice was low and deep. "Try to relax." I laid my face against his right arm, allowing him to continue his probing. It didn't hurt. On the contrary, I found myself beginning to enjoy it. He tried pushing his fingers apart. "Does that hurt?" he questioned. I shook my head but did not answer. When he felt satisfied with his progress, he gradually withdrew his fingers. I felt strange, as if I could still feel the fingers pressing inside me. I felt him lean back again, squeezing the lubricant onto his fingers, but this time, running his wet fingers over his erection, up and down the shaft until the head and base were gleaming. My fear had left me for the most part, but as I watched him stroking his lean, hard penis, I wondered how something like that could fit up inside me. It was definitely bigger than a finger and that had left me breathless. O.K., I reasoned -- other things passed through. I could do this. I felt nervous again. "How should I lay?" I whispered. "Should I kneel?" I went to move. "No. Stay like you are." Michael moved in beside me back into his spoon position. He lifted my top leg, bending it slightly and holding it up. I could feel him moving to position and I tried to help him, but I felt awkward. Guiding his hard penis, he pushed against my anus and I could feel myself tense. He pushed against the opening, but instead of penetrating me, he rubbed gently back and forth, the lubricant slick against my trembling skin. "You have to relax, Angel. Just trust me. I will stop, if it hurts, O.K." I nodded again, unable to speak and willed myself to relax into his arms. All of a sudden, he pushed up and through the opening. He pushed minutely and it felt like fire coursing through my bottom. I gasped and tried to move away. "Please," I whimpered, "it hurts," but he was not to be put off so quickly. He stopped, but held me still, his hardness pulsing through the walls of my rectum. I tried not to focus on the searing pain, but instead watched the television, allowing myself to succumb to him. He pushed gently and the slowness of it made me crazy. With each push, he would let himself slide back out slowly, never quite exiting, but pushing again with aggravating patience. Each time, he would move deeper within me, opening me like a flower opens her petals to the radiance of the sun. I felt a combination of sickness and exhilaration. Michael continued fucking me languidly and I moaned with each upward push. He was now moving a little faster and I could tell that the tightness and the slick motion were taking a toll on him. He moved me slightly so that his left arm was still tightly clutching my left leg, but now he positioned his right arm underneath my side to reach my vagina, fucking me slowly with his fingers. The combination of the fullness of him inside me with the rhythm of his fingers sent me over the edge. I felt myself coming hard and I could feel the muscles of my rectum squeezing his cock, rippling up and down. I heard Michael groan and he started fucking me harder. I was still reeling with my orgasm and I now felt the urge to push him out; I was done and now my body was ready to stop. He continued, however, fucking harder, still carefully, but with more energy and force. All I could think now was that I wanted him to come inside my ass. I wanted to feel his cum deep inside me, like it was a mark to claim me with. I felt Michael tense and groan, pushing in one last time and holding still, as he groaned with ecstasy. My bottom was pulsing from desire, trembling from the force of the fucking and I felt Michael's now limp penis slip from between my legs, leaving an irritating empty feeling, as the searing pain returned to remind me of my being conquered. I lay still and trembling. I could feel the heat of Michael's body pressed up against my back and I closed my eyes and lay against him. The desire I had felt was diminishing and pain was slowly inching along. I knew that I would be sore and I felt a great need to go to the bathroom, as if rubbing the area with tissue would appease the pain. The moment, however, was lazy and I relished in the afterglow. After some moments, Michael rolled to his back and I rolled to my side to face him, cuddling up under his arm, and resting my chin on his shoulder to stare into his neck and face. I loved to watch him this way. His chin was hard, his jawline strong, dotted with a black shadow much darker than his sandy hair. His green eyes were flecked and picked up the sparkles of the lights off the television. Michael's left hand moved over absently to stroke my face. I could smell the scent of my body on his fingers and this secretly thrilled me. I closed my eyes, the soft, stroking of his fingers on my cheek lulling me into sleep. It seemed that I was asleep for just a moment, when I felt a pushing on my shoulder. My body, naked and uncovered, was chilled and I felt a dull burn between my legs to remind me of the night's activities. "Wake up sleepy head," Michael whispered in my ear. "It is time to get you home." Soldier Boy I enlisted on my eighteenth birthday. Graduation was still months away but I counted the days until I was free of my mother and her husband. If you detect animosity you are correct. I would no more call him a step-father as he would refer to me as his step-son. My Recruiter actually felt sorry for me and got me out of the house by having me work with him in the office. I was a little miffed he arranged for me to ship out in mid-summer but he explained that I would get to Basic Training right at the peak of the heat and when the intense shit would start the temperature wouldn't be as bad. When the day came for me to leave it was not my mother and her asshole husband who saw me off but my best friend, Mike and his mother, Patty. She was always good to me and I enjoyed being with her. Not only because she always complimented me but because she was fucking hot. She spent a lot of time taking care of herself and it showed. She had shoulder length, auburn hair with a soft complexion and a pair of 36DD's to boot. I know because I saw one of her bras in the laundry. Patty and Mike followed my Recruiter and me to the airport. On the way I got the usual pep talk from him however, I was lucky enough to get a little extra "Keep your fucking mouth shut and you'll be from him. When we said goodbye, Patty hugged me tightly and when we broke our embrace she kissed me on the forehead allowing me to stare down her cleavage. She smiled and whispered, "I wore it just for you." Confused, I walked through security and began my life's journey. I did very well in Basic. It seems my Recruiter periodically called to see how I was doing and 2 weeks before graduation I was informed that I qualified for Recruiter's Aide. This meant I would get to go home for a month. "Oh joy," I thought. "A month with jerk-face." I took it like a man; sat down and wrote my mother a letter telling her the "good news". Low and behold they decided to come to graduation. Apparently, they decided that it would start a month long vacation. Things were looking up. The night before graduation, several of us were called to out instructors' office. There we were treated to a few beers and some sound advice. The advice was to be cautious about where and in who we would be sticking our dicks. We were told stay away from the hookers because we belong to Uncle Sam. We were also told to use condoms because of the high levels of testosterone in our bodies made us more fertile. We laughed when the instructors told us to "Go home a jerk off. It's much safer." I wasted no time trying to get home. I tried getting a hold of Mike to have him meet me at the airport. He explained that he would still be away at college for exams but that he would ask his mother pick me up. When I got to the airport, between seeing all the hot babes and thinking of Patty's tits I was in agony. My cock was screaming to be set free. Thank goodness the flight was on time. An hour and a half later I was walking through the gate with one thing on my mind -- getting home, getting naked, and getting off. As I walked through the security doors, there she was. Patty, looking beautiful as ever, was waiting for me. She wrapped her arms around me, kissed me on the lips, and said, "Welcome home, soldier boy." My heart skipped. She was dressed in a black skirt with a matching black blazer with an olive green, satin, low-cut blouse. We picked up my bags and headed for the car. On the way home we made small talk. She drove an import with a manual transmission. Her skirt kept inching up her thigh every time she pressed and released the clutch. She was wearing black stockings. I could just barely see a garter. I shifted in my seat to hide my hard on. She pulled in my driveway and parked. "Need any help?" she asked. I just stared. "With your bags, I mean". She smiled. "No ma'am," I said. "It's Patty. Not ma'am." "Yes ma'am. I mean Patty." We both laughed. I got out of the car and grabbed my stuff. As I closed the door she said that she would be back at 7:00 to take me to dinner. I waved as she backed out of the driveway. I went inside the house and up to my room. I couldn't get the image of Patty out of my head as I unpacked and organized my stuff, military style of course. It was a little after 4:00 p.m. I figured I beat my meat and, take a nap and shower before dinner. I undressed and carefully hung up my uniform. Before dropping my boxers, I went to the closet and found my porn stash. I prefer magazines with stories and pictures of couples engaged in sex. I chose a magazine and walked back to my bed and pulled down the sheets and comforter. I slipped off my shorts. My seven inch rod was already at attention. I turned the pages of the magazine but it was Patty who was really the subject of my lust. I dropped porno mag off to the side. I closed my eyes and positioned my feet flat on the bed while spreading my legs, knees bent. I took my cock in my right hand and gently cupped my scrotum in my left. I began to slowly stroke myself while fanaticizing about Patty. We drove to a secluded spot in the State Park. I told her how awesome her perfume smelled and she smiled. She was wearing the black skirt, satin shirt, and stockings that she wore to the airport, but without the jacket. I could see her nipples straining to bust out of the blouse. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips in a soft, wet and sensual way. "Let's get out and sit on the hood," she said. "I like feeling the heat of the engine." I obliged. We sat on the warm hood. I looked into her eyes and told her how beautiful she was and that I always had a school boy crush on her. "You're not in school anymore, Chris," she said with a devilish grin. I found myself drawn to her lips. We kissed. She opened her mouth and caressed her tongue over my lips. I returned the favor. We embraced tightly. Her sating blouse felt so sexy. With a bolt of courage I slid my hand to her breast. She moaned and broke our lip lock. She began kissing my neck. I did the same while massaging her tit. She was not wearing a bra so the outline of her nipple was even more noticeable. I pulled her shirt tail from her skirt and undid the buttons. Laying her back carefully, I spread her blouse and marveled at how they looked. I had seen them from a distance once before when I was swimming at her house. I saw her change into her bathing suit through an open door. I bent down and began sucking and licking them as she moaned. I kissed her down her white skinned stomach to her skirt. I lifted the skirt and pushed it back. She lifted her hips in approval. To my shock and amazement she wore no panties; only a black garter belt. She had neatly trimmed auburn pubic hair above her opening. Her labia were shaved. I could see the glistening all around her crack. The aroma of her juices cause my penis to ache for freedom. Not yet. I buried my mouth and tongue in her pussy. I licked and slurped and agitated her clit with my tongue. She kept moaning as she grabbed my head with both hands and ground her pussy in my face. A moment later she tensed and bucked as she saturated my face with her cum. As she relaxed I gently licked the cum from her body. I stood up and stared at her. She raised her legs and put her arms inside of her knees inviting me to fuck her. I wasted no time in dropping my pants. I bent down to position my cock to enter her. I braced my hands on the back of her thighs, placed the pre-cum soaked tip of my prick at het opening and slowly slid it in. We both gasped. I adjusted my position for maximum entry and withdrawal. I began to slowly move in and out of her. She relaxed her legs around my torso. This allowed me to move a little faster and soon I had a smooth rhythm. She felt incredible. Her tits moved back and forth in time with my cock. "Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me, Chris," I imagined her saying. My hand was stroking my cock with a mission. My left hand released my scrotum and rested on my inner thigh. I was building. I kept the pace and held my cock a little tighter. Then waves hit over and over. I opened my eyes long enough to see to jets of semen erupt from my cock, falling on my stomach. I closed my eyes and kept stroking. Soon my hand was sliding up and down my cum soaked prick. When I finally stopped, I released my relaxing penis and wiped my hand on my hip. I looked at pools of cum all over my abdomen. Wow that felt good. How I wish the fantasy was real. I fell into a deep sleep soon after. Soldier Boy He was my friend, he was my colleague, and he was my mate in arms. I, well, I was his best man. Although I am of Indian origin, I was born and bred in the US of A. After I had finished college, I joined the American army where I met Paul. We enrolled together and had been placed on many tours of duty, abroad and at home together. We both had many wounds of war and many tails to tell. Paul was getting married to his childhood sweetheart. I had no one special but I had experienced the adult world. My name is Sav, short for Satvinder. I am twenty two years old, six foot one inch tall and my weight is around eighty kilos. I have a well-toned muscular body, and am very fit, as you would expect from any US army trained personnel. As I mentioned, Paul was getting married, and he had asked me to be his best man. The wedding was back in his home town of Houston, Texas. Home for me was back in Chicago. Paul had asked his parents if I could stay a couple of days with them during the wedding, because my flight back home was delayed. They had a spare room as Paul was not going to be there. So they agreed for me to take his room. I had never met either of Paul's parents; this would be our first meeting. Both Paul and his new bride were due to fly to Florida straight after the wedding for their honeymoon. There was a big reception with lots of drinks flying around, lots of music and dancing. We all saw off the happy couple at twenty two hundred hours. And the party continued for a couple of hours after. Paul's parents were Derick and Joanne, Derick was a medical doctor and Joanne did not work. Joanne only had a couple of drinks that evening, at the wedding reception. Derick only had a glass of the obligatory champagne, I am teetotal. We, Joanne and I, danced for a while during the slow numbers towards the end. I did get a boner, but I hoped Joanne did not notice, as I kept backing off. Joanne had I think just turned fifty. She was five foot six tall, fairly attractive, a fine body, and all the right curves in the right places. Paul had told me how she loved her aerobics classes, and her Yoga. Her complexion was fair, she had long black hair. She wore a skirt which was just below the knee. And of what I could see of her legs, they were very nice and shapely, muscle toned. We all three headed off to Derick and Joanne's home, I drove as I was the only one who had not had a drink. We got home just after midnight. Derick and I chatted for a while, getting to know each other, while Joanne said she was going to bed. She gave me a light peck on the cheek and said, "Good night." I in return stood up and said, "Good night, ma'am." Joanne with a slight grin on her face said, "Jo. Call me Jo, Soldier." I, in a reflex vocal mode responded with, "Yes, ma'am...Yes, Jo." Joanne placed a hand on the side of my face, tapped it lightly and said, "Good night, soldier." Derick and I talked for about an hour before we also headed upstairs to bed. Derick showed me to my room and showed me where the bathroom was and all the other polite things people do when a guest is in the house. I took a shower and went to bed. I could not sleep so I got my phone and was going through some text messages, when I heard a moan. This continued for about five minutes or so, when all of a sudden I heard a knocking on the wall behind me. The moaning got a bit louder, and the knocking was very rhythmical. I was pretty sure Derick was fucking Joanne. But then all of a sudden it all stopped, all went quite. I thought that was quick; there was no crescendo or anything. I put my phone down and tried to sleep. I could hear some noises from outside my door. A light turned on, just glowed from the gap under the door, and then turned off. I was drifting off, but felt thirsty, so got up. I had just my boxers on and made my way to the kitchen. As I approached the open door to the kitchen, I saw a light on. I thought they must have forgotten to turn it off. I went in and there was no one in there. I found a tumbler and drank some water. Then on exiting the kitchen I was about to turn the light off. When a voice startled me, it was Joanne, she said, "Leave the light on, soldier." She was sitting in a two seat sofa, with a glass of wine in her hand. The light from the kitchen just gave a glow into the lounge. I never made her out before. I took a few steps towards her and asked, "Are you okay Joanne?" She looked up towards me and said, "Yes, soldier, I'm fine. Come in and join me in a drink." I took a few more steps closer and then I was just to the side of her. She had a blue coloured, almost see through nighty on. Although not enough light to appreciate her form, she still looked amazing. I looked away, and I said, "Thank you, ma'am, but I don't drink. Are you okay? Is Derick okay?" She took a sip of her wine, and said, "Why do you look away...soldier. Am I not attractive to a young red blooded male anymore?" I was very embarrassed, still looked away as I said, "Yes, ma'am. You are attractive, ma'am, but you are my best friend's mum." She placed a hand on my lower arm, and stroked it softly, "I know you were horny earlier, when we danced. I felt you." I got even more embarrassed, and my face must have been a beetroot red if she could see it, I said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean anything by it, I'm sorry." She still stroked my arm, and said, "Come and sit down, here." She tapped the sofa with her other hand. I was very unsure about the situation when I asked, "Is Derick, okay? Where is Derick?" She took hold of my arm and pulled me round to sit beside her. Although I could have resisted, I did not. I stepped over her outstretched legs and sat down. She took another sip of wine, and said, "Derick, has been called away, he was on duty. He won't be back for hours." I felt a bit relaxed as she said that, but was still very nervous as to what Joanne wanted. She placed a hand on my thigh, and asked, "Soldier, I asked you if you find me attractive?" I did not look at her directly, as I said, "Yes, ma'am, you are a very good looking woman." She giggled, and said, "A good looking woman. Isn't that something you say about your mom?" She squeezed my thigh, "Come on, soldier. Tell me what you think of this fifty year old body?" I was about to turn towards her, when she placed a couple of fingers on my chin and turned my face towards her. She asked again, "Look at me, soldier, when I'm talking to you. Body...What do you think of it?" My cock was hardening and blatantly obvious at this stage; she could probably see it, as it pushed up my boxers. I looked at her; I gazed down and then back up and I said, "You obviously look after yourself, ma'am. You do appear to have a very beautiful body." She took another sip of wine, placed her hand back on my thigh and said, "I said, call me Jo, soldier. And what do you mean appear to have? Can you not see me?" I again looked at her, down and back up, I could make out she was clean shaved below, she did not have big boobs and her nipples stuck out proud. Joanne slapped my thigh, and said, "Okay, let's show you, soldier." Joanne was obviously not the shy and retiring type. She stood up in front of me, and took off her nighty; she threw it to one side. Holy fuck, she was amazing, my cock got even harder if it were at all possible for it to be. She had very long legs, her calves were tight and well formed, and her thighs were full and muscular. Her stomach, was not ripped but was well formed, flat, looked hard. Her tits stood proud, they looked firm with rosy pink nipples which stuck out like little bullet's ready to fire. She had long black flowing hair, which she had just flicked behind her, so that I could see her body. She turned around slowly, and there were a few words tattooed on her lower back, in an arc, with a symbol in the middle of the arc. The symbol was of Hindi origin, it's called an 'Ohm-car'. And the words also Hindi, translated to 'Love the one you're with.' Joanne turned back around and asked, "Do you like my tat...Soldier?" I was lost for words; I again looked at her, up and down, amazed at her beauty. Joanne then said, "I can see at least something is standing to attention down there." I apologised, "Sorry, ma'am...Sorry, Jo." She bent down and looked me in the eye, and said, "Don't apologise, soldier. I want you to show me what you can do to this body, and I take it that you do want to do something to this body?" She came up close to my face and said, "I want a twenty something, to show a fifty something, how to treat a 'good lookin woman'." As she stood back up, she had a hold of my wrists and dragged me up with her, I stood right in front of her, I grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a kiss, she responded, and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me tight into her, we began to kiss passionately. She placed a couple of fingers into me boxer's waist band and pulled it down a bit. We broke our passionate embrace as I took off my boxers and threw them to where her nighty was. Joanne looked down at my proud cock; she grabbed it in her hand and said, "Fuckin hell, soldier, that's a nice fuck stick you've got there!" We resumed our embrace, this time my hard cock was between us, flesh to flesh. Joanne grabbed my face and sucked my tongue. My hands went down to her ass, it was firm, fuckin hell she had a hard body, she was fit, fit to fuck. I grabbed my cock with one hand, trying to find her entrance. She pushed me back and said, "Not here, Soldier. Upstairs!" I swept her up into my arms and gave her a kiss. I carried her upstairs. As we got to the top landing she said, "My bedroom, soldier." I carried her through and laid her down onto the bed, we were still kissing. We kissed for a while; I laid on top of her, my cock still hard between us. I moved down to her tits and began to suck her nipples and bit softly into her firm breast flesh. She squeezed her hand between us and onto my cock, she stroked and squeezed it. She commented, "For an Indian, you've got a big cock, soldier. Actually you've got a big cock compared to a black one." I don't know how many Indian or black cocks Joanne has seen but I could not relate. My cock is eight inches long; the shaft is about seven inches in girth, and a bulbous head, uncut. And given the right circumstances I can cum lots, and I mean lots. Joanne then said, "I suppose you heard us fucking earlier, did you? Soldier." I briefly let go of her nipple and said, "Yes, I heard." Then went back and sucked on her other nipple. She stroked my cock more aggressively and said, "He never finished, his beeper went off exactly at the wrong time. And he didn't finish me off either, he had to go." She continued, "He can never make me cum with his pitiful little prick. I hope you are able to. I would like it if you could give me my first one of the night, suck my clit! Soldier, for starters." I went to go down to her pussy, when she said, "Wait!" She pushed me onto my back, and pushed her pussy onto my face. I poked my tongue out and licked her slit; her pussy lips were thin and long. I took them one at a time between my lips and pulled on them. I located her clit and flicked it getting more spit onto it and sucked on it as Joanne let out moans of pleasure. Then this amazing woman with her amazing flexibility surprised me, she arched her back and took my cock into her mouth. It was an unusual way to be blown, but hey, I was fuckin happy. Joanne ground her pussy hard onto my tongue, I almost had to do nothing but keep my tongue out. I was close to blowing my load. Joanne's hips slowed down and then she came to a stop. She was in the midst of her orgasm, when she bit lightly onto my shaft and scrapped her teeth up and down my cock. This made me shoot a load hard into her mouth and down her throat. She took in all of my cock as I blew again, straight down the back of her throat. She squeezed my balls, as I shot again. I was still cumming, as she restarted to grind her clit onto my tongue. She fondled my balls, and then squeezed them again; she kept my cock deep into her throat, as I blew my countless shots, my never ending cum loads taken down, she never spilled a drop. I could hear her as she gulped down my cum. Joanne kept flicking her hips as I grabbed and squeezed her ass. She had another orgasm; her ass and body stood still for a moment, then she shook violently, for an amazingly long time. I was almost out of cum when Joanne slipped my cock out of her mouth, but kept my cock-head and she stroked the shaft, easing another load from my cock. She sucked my cock-head for a few more seconds, and then rose back up and got off me. My cock throbbed in a blissful pain, from all that cum extracted from it. I lay flat on my back and Joanne turned and lay on her side and moved a hand down to hold my cock. She then said something that shocked me, she asked, "Soldier. You fuckin have a lot of cum, I've never had that load of cum to swallow even when two men have shot their loads together." I turned and looked at Joanne, my face in shock. She still fondled my cock and said, "Do I surprise you? Soldier. Do you think of me as an innocent woman?" I could not think of anything to say I just stared at her, expressionless. She continued, "I'm a married woman, and Derick, is my husband, but he's never here. As you saw tonight, right in the middle of fucking this body, he just left. Do you know how frustrating that is for me?" I shook my head and asked, "You've had two men...Together?" Joanne smiled broadly and said, "Soldier, what if I told you that I've had three men fuck me together?" I turned my head quickly towards her, again in even more shock, and said, "You've not had three men, really, at once?" Joanne moved her hand down to my balls, she began to squeeze and massage them and she said, "Soldier, you've seen my body. I need satisfaction almost on a daily basis. Do you think, I with this body and only one life, would give up the admirations of a few men I have come to know?" I was absolutely agog, with what Joanne had said, I asked, "Who are these men?" Her hand came back to my shaft and she squeezed it. My blood had reactivated my cock faster than ever before, It was hardening and at a very quick rate. Joanne continued to softly stroke my shaft and said, "Ah, there you go, coming back to life I can feel. You've got quite a cock there, soldier. You seem to break records in reloading." Then she said, "O you obviously wouldn't know them, but ex-boyfriends, and ex-work colleagues. There are seven of them. They get to fuck me usually in different pairs. But on more than, I don't recall, something like six or seven, may be more I've lost count, I've had three of them at once." The expression on my face must have asked the question in my head, and Joanne said, "You think I'm a slut, don't you, a whore?" I was pretty sure I should not pass judgment, so said nothing. She paused for a second then said, "It's okay, you may call me what you like, it's my life, this is my body, and I need my satisfaction, I simply cannot get it from Derick. He fucks me, he blows his pathetic load, and then he goes to sleep. I'm left to finish myself off. That is not how I want to have an orgasm. I need cocks to give me and this body orgasms of greater magnitude, than Derick." My cock at this stage was stiff as a steel rod; Joanne had sensed it as she continued to stroke my shaft and fondled my balls. In a commanding voice Joanne said, "Soldier. Look at me?" My head turned to her, as quick as it could, like I was given an instruction by my commanding officer. Joanne said, "If you ever tell Paul, Derick, or anyone of this, I will cut this thing off." She squeezed my cock hard and shook it from side to side. "Do you understand? Soldier." I said nothing. She again asked, "Soldier. Do...You...Understand?" I said out loud, "Yes, yes, ma'am." I realised I had said, ma'am. Joanne then said, "I'll let that one slip, soldier. But just watch it." I thought to myself, am I going to become one of her cocks? Am I going to be in one of her three or foursomes? I was not sure if I would like that or not, fucking in front of spectators. Joanne instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed. My cock was so hard. I sat on the edge, with my hands behind me to prop me up. Joanne came in front of me. She dribbled spit onto my cock and rubbed my shaft with her hand. She glanced up towards me and said, "Fat cock, soldier. I've fucked longer one's, but this is the fattest. Let's get it in." She then turned so that her back was towards me, and spread her legs over mine. Then from between her legs she reached and grabbed my cock as she guided it into her pussy. She got the head in and then looked around to me, "Fuck. Soldier, I can feel you spreading me. I want to feel every inch working in!" I grabbed her ass and opened her cheek's, spreading her wide. She lowered herself inch by inch; she bounced, up and down. She again turned her head around, and said, "Bastard fat cock, It's going in." I was still about three inches out, when she winked, and in one movement sat right down. I was okay, but it must have hurt her. Joanne stayed there for a long time, she did not move, just cursed my cock, as she said, "Fat bastard, fuckin cock, I knew I'd get it in. I don't know about you, soldier. But I'm hoping this cock will give me full satisfaction over and over again. Now let's fuck." She took my whole cock, and slowly eased off till my cock-head and about two inches were in her. She then rotated her ass in a circular motion; she slipped my cock in and out at the same time. Then she reversed the rotation. Joanne definitely knew how to make a cock feel for a man. Joanne moved up and down slow to start with, I matched her thrusts, she commanded the pace, as she got faster and stronger. I grabbed her hair with both hands, and pulled her head back, as I increased my thrusts into her. She was tight, I was surprised because of all the other cocks she had had. But as she admitted, I was the fattest, so no wonder she felt tight on my cock. We kept fucking for quite a while, from a slow sensual paced fuck, to an outright whore blasting fuck. Joanne then announced, "Fat cock, I'm cumming, ahh, fuck me now, make it last longer!" I let her hair go and grabbed her by the wrists, I pulled her back, and I kept pumping, this time I did not slow down; hard thrusts from just cock-head to full insertion. I fucked her to make her orgasm last, as requested, but if that didn't, then I wanted to make sure she had another one soon. I was going to make sure she got 'full satisfaction.' Her words. She had another orgasm, she ranted off, "Bastard, soldier. You fuck hard, you fat fuck, I'm cummin again. Oh my fuck, keep it going, keep it going, ahh fuck. You fat fuck, you fat fuckerrr." She bounced hard on my cock. I made sure my thrusts were forceful. I was going to make her cum again. I tightened my grips on her wrists; I pulled her down with great urgency and thrust up with greater strength. I was in control; she was just someone who was there being fucked, hardest I've ever fucked a woman. Probably because it was not a fuck between two lovers, it was a fuck between a soldier and a whore. And I wanted her to know that, so I said, "Fucking whore, I'm not letting you off till you scream out loud that you've been fully fucked. Tell me you've had enough, tell me you've been satisfied, you whore!" I was actually enjoying it; my cock had never felt so alive, never felt so hard, full of vigour. I felt I had the power of her seven other fuckers. We were both getting hot, we were both starting to sweat, and our skins glowed with a wet sheen all over. Soldier Boy She was unbelievable, Joanne again shouted out, "Whore, aye. I'll show you, you fuckin fat cock. Go on, fuck me, fuck me, soldier. And fuck me with all you've got, come on, soldier. Let's see what you've got? You fat cocked whore fucking bastard." We fucked and we fucked and we fucked. She went through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. She was insatiable. She gave my ears vocal abuse, while I gave her pussy, physical abuse. Then even I felt fatigued, when I heard Joanne shout out, "I'm cumin, you fat cocked Indian bastard, oh fuck, oh fuck, you slut fucking Indian." I kept fucking her and fucking her, I still pulled on her wrists. I didn't care that she was throwing abuse at me and who I was. Yes I was of Indian origin, yes I am brown, and yes I had a fat cock, which was making her beg for more. Joanne still cried out, "Give me that fat cock, shove it harder, you whore fucker, ahh, yes, fuck yes. O fuck yes." Joanne seemed to lose stiffness in her body, her head shook from side to side, and she still ranted abuse. Her body started to shake. She kicked out like a horse, she missed me with most of her kicks, but then she caught my leg, I still had hold of her. She kicked out harder, she still shouted out abuse. Then I heard Joanne say, "Bastard, you bastard fat fucker, fuckin let me go." I had not had enough, so kept pumping hard, kept hold of her wrists tightly. Joanne yelled, "Let me go you fuckin cunt." I said nothing, I kept my cock thrusting into her tight pussy, and it felt so fantastic. Joanne yelled again, "Let me go you brown mother fucker, yes, yes, I'm satisfied." I let go of her wrists, she fell forward onto the floor. Her body shook violently, and she grabbed her pussy with both hands and curled up into a ball, still she shook. I thought she was having a fit. I asked her as my chest heaved, "Jo, you okay?" She said nothing; every part of her body shivered. I thought I was in trouble. Shit I think I took it too far. My cock had gone limp, I was deflated and my whole body sank. I went down to her and placed a hand on her head, "Jo, are you okay, can I help, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." After a couple of minutes her body slowed down from the violent spasms, but she still twitched now and again. I picked her up and placed her onto the bed. I cleared her hair back from her face and gave her forehead small kisses. I felt so guilty, I said, "Jo, please forgive me I'm so sorry, please can I help, tell me what you want." Joanne said nothing for what seemed like a long time. I still kissed her forehead. Then her eyes opened softly, she looked at me. And I said again, "O Joanne, I'm sorry." Her eyes lowered and she stretched out her legs, she turned onto her back and lay outstretched both hands still clasped on her pussy. I kissed her again on her forehead, on her shoulders, along her arms, across her thighs, and carried on laying several kisses along her legs and to her feet. When I got to her feet, I gazed back upto her and her eyes were open, she looked at me with a soft sweet smile. I moved back upto her and lay my head onto her chest, I looked towards her. Again I said, "I'm sorry Jo; tell me you're not angry with me?" She placed a hand on my face, caressed it gently and said, "You brown fat fucker that was the best fucking I've ever had. My other fuckers don't even come close, not even when there are three of them. And let me tell you, two of them are black fuckers." I was happy Joanne was not angry with me, it made my cock twitch. I moved my head off her and gently kissed her tits, one at a time. She asked, "Come here and hold me for a while?" I lay besides her and wrapped an arm and leg across her. I kissed her neck, then nestled my head between her neck and shoulder. We lay there for a while. I was almost falling off to sleep when Joanne whispered, "Soldier, you awake?" I was a bit startled but said, "No, Jo, I'm not, why?" She reached for my cock which was limp. She wrapped her fingers around it and asked, "Are you okay?" I was not sure why she asked me that, so I hesitated and then said, "Yes...I'm okay." She squeezed my cock gently and said, "Not you fucker, not are YOU okay." She squeezed my cock again, and said, "Is this okay?" I smiled to myself, as I got her meaning and said, "Yes Jo, everything is fine. Why do you ask?" She placed a hand on my face and said, "My cunt feels sore. And I thought your cock may feel the same." I smiled again to myself, an even bigger grin, thinking to myself that I had done that. That my cock had done that to a pussy, and then said, "No I feel fine, IT feels fine." As Joanne stroked and stiffened my cock she said, "I know you want to blow a load in me. You must be quite frustrated. I know I would be, and often am with Derick." I was not that bothered really; I had cum a while ago so I was just happy that Joanne was happy. I rose and kissed her tit on the nipple and said, "I'm fine really Jo, I'm just sorry you're hurt." Joanne laughed and said, "You fuckin idiot, not many men can fuck me, long and hard enough to make my cunt sore. You've got quite a cock there, soldier." I glowed with embarrassment of Joanne's comment. She squeezed my rock hard cock again and said, "I really do want you're cum in me. I want to see how much cum you can still blow?" I was uncertain and said, "I don't want to hurt you further. Let's wait till another time?" Joanne said, "Don't you worry about my cunt, I love the way it feels right now. I'm looking forward to a nice raw fucking." Joanne got up and turned to face me and said, "My cunt is going to get some cum, your cum, soldier. Hopefully lots of it." She then went down and sucked me off; she blew me for some time. Making sure I was well lubricated, and fully hard. I placed a hand on her head as she bobbed up and down. Then on occasions she kept her head still with my cockhead in her mouth, and stroked my shaft quite briskly. Joanne then said, "You have an amazing amount of skin here, soldier." She then did something quite new to me. She took my cock out of her mouth, and used her fingers from both hands to pull on my foreskin, so that it created a hollow, with my cock-head below, she poked her tongue out and into the well. She swirled her tongue around and licked the inside of the foreskin, then touched the tip of my cock-head with her tongue. She pulled up the foreskin even more, and wrapped it around her tongue, and flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock-head. It felt amazing; Jo was obviously some sort of cock-expert. Joanne looked at me and said, "Would you like a tighter pussy to fuck?" I didn't know what she intended, was she thinking of getting someone else? I asked, "What do you mean a tighter pussy? Whose pussy?" Joanne laughed and said, "Not someone else, me you wanker, my pussy but in a tighter position for you." I said, "Okay, let's see you tighten your pussy!" Joanne spat on my cock and rubbed my shaft. She then mounted me, cow girl style. Nothing unusual there I thought. She said as she started to get me in, "Oh god that feels so fuckin nice." She placed her hands onto my taught stomach and said, "Take a deep breath! Soldier." She raised her body on my cock about two inches. It was like watching a gymnast at work. She brought both legs around together over to my head. A foot either side of my face. She removed both hands from my stomach, and placed them behind her onto my thighs. And as she did that I felt her pussy tighten onto my cock. Joanne smiled and said, "How's that feel? Soldier." I had the biggest grin ever on my face. I placed both my hands onto her thighs and caressed them, and said, "Jo you really are a dirty, rotten, fuckin bitch." My cock throbbed in ecstasy; I could feel her cunt muscles as they pulsed. Neither of us could move in that position and Joanne knew that. The next thing she did, was she pushed on my thighs and rose up about six inches, and she said, "Go ahead, soldier. Fuck away." I started to thrust, slow at first, her new tightness was fantastic. I picked up the pace after a while, and then fucked her for a good ten minutes in that position. Joanne had an amazing amount of strength to hold herself there. She said, "Soldier, I'm cumin, oh fuck, I'm cumming." I kept thrusting, and she kept telling me she was cumming, she went through three orgasm crests, before she rested her arms and sat on me; which stopped me from moving. Cock in cunt; throbbed, I madly wanted to release my seed. Joanne flicked her head from side to side, getting her hair out from in front of her and said, "Soldier, you fuck well, for an Indian mother fucker." I retaliated and said, "Thanks you fuckin white slut." She smirked, and said, "Okay, soldier, do you think you can cum soon? Cause Derick, may be home anytime now." I wanted to cum as well, so I asked her, "What do you suggest, whore? How are you going to make me cum?" Joanne said, "Okay, get off the bed!" I got off and stood beside the bed with my pecker pointing up. Joanne moved to the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle down. The bed was just at the right height so that I could fuck her in that standing position. Joanne said, "Come here, soldier." I moved closer and was about to guide my cock into her when she said, "Not yet! Soldier, I'll tell you when." She placed her hands onto my shoulders and then amazingly, she moved both legs apart at once. She outstretched them along the bed's edge, so that she was sort of doing the splits, but in a frontal position. I could see her pussy open like a flower, her pussy lips like shiny petals, invited my cock. Joanne smiled and said, "Okay, soldier, stick your brown tree trunk in." I lowered my cock with my thumb on the shaft and guided it towards Joanne's slut hole. I pushed in the cock-head, and then moved my hands onto Joanne's shoulders. I pushed in slowly, we were both well lubricated and I eased in, I wanted to feel every inch going in, until I fully buried my cock into her. I stayed there for a few seconds and then started to fuck this fit bitch. Joanne felt amazing in this position, she wasn't as tight like before, but still felt incredible on my cock. While we fucked I said, "You're an incredible woman Jo, your body is so flexible, are you made of rubber?" She laughed and said, "I've had years of practice and I train every day. I'm glad you appreciate me." I increased my thrust rate and penetrated deeper, from shallow to full insertion. It was incredible that Joanne had kept her legs apart for so long. I kept fucking Joanne with her increasing encouragement. Joanne said, "Come on, soldier, fuck this cunt, and fuck this whore in front of you." My energy being fuelled by Joanne, as she carried on, "Make this slut scream in pain, fuck this whore's cunt, make it sore as hell." We both had our hands on each other's shoulders, I was up close to Joanne's perky tits, and her pointy nipples rubbed on my pecks. Our faces close together and looked into each other's eyes. Her words echoed around the room, as she carried on, "Brown bastard, bet you've never had a white whore to fuck before. Has that Indian tree trunk ever been in a white cunt?" I did not want to say anything back to her; I looked into her eyes with an anger which I was sure she could see. We kept on fucking as I drove her through two more abuse filled orgasms. After her second orgasm she pulled me in with her arms and held on tight in a hug. She brought her legs around to behind my back and locked her feet together. I then had hold of her, and took a couple of steps back from the bed. I kept fucking her, not by moving my hips but I bounced her on my cock. Joanne praised me, "You sure are a fit, soldier. For a brown bastard, you're almost as fit as me." I bounced her slower, I could feel every inch of me in her, I felt every inch of her pussy over my cock as it moved in and out. Joanne said, "Tell me you brown, soldier boy. How does a white slut feel like to fuck? Am I better than any of the Indian cunts you've got your cock up? " I was not in the mood to have a debate, I said, "Fuck you bitch." Joanne laughed, and said, "Please, soldier. Fuck you bitch, is that all you've got to say?" I gripped her body tighter and bounced her faster. Joanne smuttily said, "Oh, that good, yeah. Come on, soldier, is that brown cock going to feed this white cunt!" And as soon as she said that, she said, "Ohh, fuck, bastard cock, I'm there again, ohh, fuck, yeah." I kept moving her body over my cock, it felt absolutely like another world, and Joanne said, "Keep fucking shit head. You're brown trunk is boring a new cunt into this white slut." I was also there just a couple more thrusts, and oh yeah, there I blew. I held Joanne down my cock in to the hilt, I released my first load. I lifted her up and forcefully plunged her back down, and blew again; I repeated this, over and over. Joanne again egged me on, "Oh yeah, come on brown boy, feed this whore give me all you've got, you mother fucker." I felt cum drops as they landed on my feet, that's when I took Joanne over to the bed. I turned around and fell backward with Joanne on top. She was now in control; she kept riding me, drawing more cum out of me. Her pussy overflowed with every new blast, her pussy oozed cum. She jumped off me and took my cock-head into her mouth and pumped more of my seed down her throat. She took it out after three blasts or so and said, "Jesus fuckin Christ! Soldier, curry cum tastes divine, with some whore syrup on it!" She pointed my cock up into the air and kept stroking, I watched my cum being pumped into the air and land onto my stomach. All I heard from Joanne was, "Holy fuckin shit, can you cum or can you cum." It pained, I held onto Joanne's wrist, to stop her from stroking me further. Oh my fuck, I've never cum like that before, ever. My chest heaved, I gasped for breath, and my whole body's energy was drained. Joanne slapped my hand away and kept stroking with a tighter grip and said, "Cum you fuckin bastard, see how a white whore milks a cock. You made my cunt sore; now this bitch is going to make you pay. Cum, Cum, Cum." Joanne stroked harder she squeezed my cock; she pulled on it real hard, my cum blasted out over her hand. Joanne commended me, "Soldier, you sure did well. I've never seen that much cum from three men, even if they had cum twice each." Joanne came and lay besides me. She gently kissed me on the lips and her hand went to my stomach, which had a lot of cum on it. She scooped it up in one hand and then rubbed it over her tits and nipples. She repeated this twice more. She commented, "My cunt is still throbbing, it feels raw." Then she said, "We had better get cleaned up, and this place. Derick, may be home soon." I helped Joanne clean up the place as best we could. Then we both took a shower, separately, just in case Derick came back. We had just got dressed and were having coffee in the kitchen when Derick came in and apologised to me for having left so abruptly. Then he said, "I hope Joanne, took care of you." To which Joanne and I glanced at each other and smiled. I turned to Derick and said, "O, Joanne, was the perfect host." I left that day for Chicago. Paul and I met back on duty about four weeks later. We were on tour, abroad for two months. We returned back home after that, and Paul invited me to stay at his place. That is Paul and his wife's place. Paul's home was only a mile away from his parents. We were off duty for four weeks. Paul said that I was welcome to stay there and house sit, as he and his wife had planned to go to Los Angeles for a break. I saw Joanne every day for those four weeks, usually during the day when Derick was off at work. But also if Derick was called away during the night, Joanne would call me for a quickie, which would last about three hours or so. There was this occasion just three months ago, which was for six days. Joanne made an excuse to be in New York, and I met her there. We got a lot of fucking done in those six days. We were in a hotel room which we only left once, and that was to check out. We ordered food in, and we never bothered with clothes. We are thinking of doing that again sometime. I wouldn't call it love not by a long shot, but Joanne and I have become very good friends. We like being around each other, but the best is when we fuck, it is always rough and raw. Joanne always uses abusive language to...Encourage me. Believe me it works. It's been three years since I first met Joanne. Even though I have other women friends, I don't have anyone special. If there was, it would be Jo.