Taylor, in all her naked glory, was before him. Ethan's hand was raw from his fervor, and as Taylor turned towards him, she caught sight of his act of self-pleasure. Startled, she jumped. Ethan, overcome, fell to his knees, trembling as he clung to Taylor's legs.
Taylor surmised that Ethan had been spying on her for some time, entranced by her beauty. Taking pity on him, she bent down, her touch soft on his face.
Meanwhile, inside an office, a man was ardently kissing dy. Despite her feeble attempts to push him away, his masculine energy was overwhelming, and dy succumbed to his advances, her lips meeting his in a kiss. As he held her close, he played with her hair, his touch gentle, yet possessive. Succumbing to his tenderness, dy explored his muscular chest with her small hands. He pulled her closer, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
Dy melted into him, his hand roaming her slender waist, gradually conquering her peaks. It was a slow ascent, but the reward was sweet, her nipples erect against her swimsuit. He rubbed his palm against them, and dy, leaning against his chest, let out a small moan.
Eager to keep dy's lips busy, he tilted her chin up for another kiss, his other hand subtly loosening her swimsuit straps. Dy, lost in the sensation, allowed him to undress her, her cheeks flushed and her breath hitched. With a swift tug, her swimsuit was undone, revealing her petite breasts. Dy quickly tried to cover herself, but he gently moved her arms, securing them around his neck. His hands found her breasts again, holding them gently, causing dy's resolve to crumble further, her moans becoming more assertive.
Back in the shower, the water continued to flow, Taylor and Ethan remained on the floor, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him, assisting him in his pleasure. His arousal was hard and ready, and she handled him with care. Gently coaxing him to stand, he obeyed, standing there in a daze.
Taylor found amusement in his innocence, and suggested, "Take off your clothes. It's not fair if only the lady is naked, right?" Ethan, realizing her point, quickly stripped, his military training evident in his efficiency. Kneeling down, Taylor lightly teased his arousal, giving him a flirtatious smile before taking him into her mouth. As she was about to tease him with her tongue, Ethan could no longer hold back, releasing himself into her mouth. Taylor spat it out, laughing and scolding, "I haven't even started… and you've finished… so weak…"
Taylor squatted down quickly, like a seasoned shrimp, and as she looked back, she saw it was the other guard from the entrance earlier. Now, he was completely undressed, his manhood swinging around eagerly. He had noticed Ethan had been away for a while, and suspected he was probably spying on the lady taking a bath, and had gotten lost in the moment. He was annoyed that Ethan was enjoying this alone without sharing with his friend. So, deciding to abandon his post, he sneaked into the bathroom.
Upon entering, he was taken aback to find Ethan and the lady intimately engaged, both naked as the day they were born. Swiftly, he also undressed, hoping to partake in this exciting rendezvous.
Taylor looked over and boy, was she impressed! This man was even bigger and thicker than Ethan. She reached out, and to her surprise, he was even harder. She gently began to stroke him, and asked, "So... what about you?" He replied, "Why don't you find out?"
Meanwhile, in the office, the officer had already undressed, leaving only his underwear. His muscular body was covered in a fine layer of hair. Dy's bathing suit was tossed aside on the wicker chair. She was completely bare and was sitting on the officer's lap. He was fondling her bosom while she rubbed her chin against the stubble on his neck. His hand explored between her legs, causing her to clench them shut in embarrassment, but it wasn't long before she relaxed, opening wider, allowing him to pleasure her further.
The officer, skillfully stroking her, deliberately pressed hard on her sensitive spot, causing Dy to whimper and beg for mercy. He then slipped his middle finger into her, which made Dy sigh in pleasure, her moans soft and weak. His fingers were covered in her arousal, her legs were trembling, and her muscles clenched around his fingers. "Oh… Oh… No more... I can't… take it anymore… Ah… please… stop… Ah… I can't stand it… stop… soon… Ah… soon… Ah… Ah… It's coming… Ah… Ah…" Dy's voice trailed off as her body tensed, climaxing, her release covering the officer's hand. The officer, rough yet gentle, helped her lie down on the wicker chair. With her eyes half-closed, she looked at him, whispering, "That felt so good."
The officer then stood up and removed his underwear, revealing his impressive size. Dy gasped and shook her head, saying, "Is it… the bigger the man, the higher the rank?" The officer laughed heartily. He was indeed a superman, his manhood as magnificent as his stature. Dy coquettishly beckoned him over, saying, "Come here." As he approached, Dy sat up and started to fondle him, looking up at the officer she whispered, "You're so big… be gentle… don't hurt me…" He leaned down to kiss her.
Meanwhile, back in the bathroom, the faucet had been turned off. Taylor was standing with her derrière raised and legs spread wide. The guard who had snuck in was pleasuring her from behind. With her hands on the partition, she was servicing the inexperienced Ethan. Ethan was getting back into the swing of things, his arousal growing again. Taylor praised him, "That's right, good boy!"
The guard was thoroughly enjoying himself, his thrusts causing Taylor to moan in delight. Encouraged, he went at it with even more vigor. "Oh… Oh… Feels so good…" Taylor moaned, "You're really good… I love it… Ah…"Oh… Oh… harder… Soldier… harder… Ah… Um… Um…" Taylor's voice trailed off as Ethan filled her mouth, preventing her from speaking. The guard, though smirking at Ethan, wasn't in a much better position himself. Taylor was so enchanting, her tightness gripping him so pleasurably that a warmth began to build within him. Knowing he was close, he tried to stop but it was too late. He gripped Taylor's hips tighter, plunging as deep as he could. With a satisfied moan, his climax hit him, his release filling her.
Taylor, sensing his imminent release from his hurried movements, prepared herself. Once he was done, she immediately turned around, offering herself to Ethan. With a seductive voice, she urged him, "Quick, come inside!"
Ethan, staring at her still dripping with the other man's release, positioned his arousal at her slickened folds that were yet to contract back to their original state. It was his first time with a woman, making him incredibly nervous. His excitement was palpable, his manhood trembling inside Taylor, who was waiting for him to move.
"Are you going to stay still forever?" Taylor urged him. Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, thrusting into her with a vigor akin to a piston that wouldn't stop. "Easy... Oh... Oh... Yes... Like that... Oh... You're amazing... Filling me... Oh... Feels so good... Oh... Oh..." Taylor encouraged him.
Invigorated by her praise, Ethan thrust harder and pulled back out. Taylor's arousal sprayed onto his pubic hair, exciting him further. He plunged deep into her, each time he hit her sensitive spot, she clenched around him, squeezing him at the base, enhancing the delightful sensation of her tightness. "Oh... It's so good... so pleasurable... your sweet core... Oh... Mmm... Mmm..." He silenced her with a kiss.
Another man, watching them, was aroused again. He walked over to Taylor, slipping his arousal into her mouth. Taylor swallowed it down with a whimper. She couldn't help but think why she was being cornered by these men like she was the enemy, but the pleasure she was receiving was undeniable.
Although Ethan performed well this time, it was his first experience. Taylor's tightness drove him wild, and with a slight loss of control, he released inside her again. As he spurted out his seed, his body shivered uncontrollably. The other man, quick and agile, pushed Ethan aside, lifted Taylor and pressed her against the partition. He spread her legs and entered her once again, her core already slick with Ethan's essence.
Meanwhile, on the wicker chair in the captain's office, DY sat with her legs spread wide. The captain hovered over her, his massive arousal sliding in and out of her petite core. He was powerful, and he was careful not to hurt her with his dominance. Although his movements were slow, DY found it exhausting. But when he hit her sweet spot, the euphoria was indescribable.
She obediently let the captain move, not daring to provoke him into a passionate frenzy. If he were to get overly excited and thrust too hard, it would be she who would suffer. "Good boy... Ah... Gentle... I'm scared... Ah... It feels good... Just like this... Oh... It's wonderful... It's wonderful... Ah... You can go deeper... It's okay... But... Don't be too... Rough... Ah... It feels so good... Mmm... Big boy... You're so big... Mmm..." Her words trailed off as she adjusted to his size, her core becoming more accustomed to his girth. Her arousal flowed freely, easing his thrusts. His large arousal filled her completely, making her feel utterly claimed. Every thrust he made pushed her to the brink of ecstasy, her arousal spurting out each time he pulled out, leaving a wet spot beneath the wicker chair, akin to a puddle after a light shower.
The commanding officer found the velvet warmth of her inner sanctum to be a paradise of pleasure. Her intimate haven was a tight labyrinth that held him captive, contracting rhythmically, sipping at him as if his essence were the sweetest nectar. The slow undulations of their bodies brought them both to a state of blissful intoxication, amplifying their mutual desire and ecstasy. The slow dance of flesh against flesh was almost too much for her to bear.
"Mmm... mmm... love... could you quicken the pace, just a bit... just a bit... ah... yes... ah... you're amazing... mmm... mmm..." As the commanding officer increased his rhythm, she began to meet him thrust for thrust. Their bodies moved in harmony, rocking with such force that even the wicker chair beneath them cried out in support. "Oh... you're going to kill me... ah... how can it be so good... my lover... my... lover... ah... ah... faster... yes... ah... ah... today... I'm going to... oh my god... I'm going to break... ah... take me... ah... oh..."
Listening to her impassioned cries, the commanding officer found himself unable to resist her, driving into her with wild abandon. Her eyes, glazed over with desire, were riveted on him, her legs wrapped snake-like around his waist, matching his rhythmic thrusts.
"Ah... I'm close... hold me tight, my love... I need you... I need... ah... feels so good... oh... oh... love... kiss me..." As their lips met, she greedily sucked his tongue, drawing out pleasure for them both. His manhood surged within her as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. It was more intense, more profound than any climax she had ever experienced before. She was completely entwined in him, her body moving in perfect synchrony with his, wishing they could truly become one. With her mouth occupied, she could only emit sounds of satisfaction.
"Ah, miss..." the commanding officer managed to free his mouth, asking, "May I...?" "Mmm... mmm..." she kissed him passionately, nodding with her eyes closed, unwilling to let their lips part. He released himself, his seed shooting forth like a cannon into her inner sanctum, making her scalp tingle. Only then did she open her mouth, sighing, "You came... so wonderfully... oh... oh..."
They rested for a while, the commanding officer holding her in his arms, both panting and drenched in perspiration. She traced her fingers through his chest hair, a content smile gracing her lips. After a long period of silence, he suddenly remembered, "Weren't you going to have a shower?" She pouted, "But it feels so good to be held by you."
He playfully swatted her backside and she reluctantly got up and put her swimsuit back on. He helped her tidy her hair before they left his office. The others had already finished their rounds and returned, each taking their turn with her multiple times.
Outside, the camp was bustling like a market, with a truck of street vendors attracting a crowd. Her classmates had already gathered there, eating and laughing with the camp soldiers. She made her way towards him, but was intercepted by Taylor who urged her to eat. She looked at the sign on the vendor's truck and asked, "Black wheel? What's that?" On closer inspection, she realized it was a popular snack and shook her head, "Thanks, but I've already eaten."
She still walked over to the commanding officer, and he asked, "You're called Dy?" She blushed as she told him her full name, also asking for his name and the email address of his unit. By this time, her classmates were back at the far end of the road, hollering for her to hurry up. She felt a tug of reluctance, then suddenly, she tiptoed, wrapped her arms around the commanding officer, and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Whoa...!" Both the camp soldiers and her classmates erupted into cheers.
Dy turned and ran across the road, even though the weather was still quite hot, her flushed cheeks clearly showed that the springtime of her youth had returned in full bloom.