I met Harry out in the motor park one afternoon as I was taking a shortcut from my unit building back to my office. Each company building in the battalion was arranged around a large square and the motor park occupied an area in the center that would have held 3 football fields. It held most of the wheeled vehicles we had in the battalion.
I didn't know him then, but he chased me down. I thought maybe he was looking for a payday loan or something. I often had guys I didn't know but knew me approach me. Money was the usual subject. This wasn't the case.
Harry was looking to do something different, and had heard I had an opening in my office, and since he could type and was good with computers, he wanted a job out of the dirt and in a nice office. Since I didn't know him, I was skeptical.
For replacement people, I often had to recruit people from the companies who weren't in that particular occupational specialty until I could get a replacement. Sometimes people came to me, as Harry was doing. I made an appointment to talk to him later.
When Harry showed up to see me, I told my lunch coverage guy to take lunch, and we had the office to ourselves. I took him to one of our word processors (hey, this wasn't yesterday, you know!). I opened a blank form we used for personnel appraisals and had him fill in the blanks, including two narrative sections. He ripped it off in minutes. As he worked, he also told me he had his own home computer. He had purchased one of the first Apple home computers (see, I told you it wasn't yesterday!).
I was impressed because he had a knack for correct wording, and his English skills were exceptional. Harry was a rare find. I told him I liked what I saw and would see if I could get him reassigned to my section. He left smiling.
As luck would have it, our Sergeant Major knew Harry was looking for another job position and when I broached the subject, Big Joe said yes. No, he wasn't the Telly Savalas looking "Big Joe" from "Kelly's Heroes" but rather a tall black gentleman with a shaved head and love of bowling. Anyway, he arranged to have Harry transferred.
I knew Harry was married but had never actually seen his wife. A couple of days after he was reassigned, he invited Mandi and I to have dinner with him and his wife. I accepted the invitation and we went to dinner at their house on Friday night. It turned out that Mandi had met his wife Jill at one of the Non-combatant Evacuation exercises.
Jill was rather plain looking, with long, straight brunette hair that didn't flatter her at all. Her hair was thin, and they didn't have a shower in the old German house they lived in, just a tub. This led to her not washing her hair for 2-3 days. I noticed this as soon as I walked in and we met. She had a nice, round ass, though, not fat, not skinny. As they said in "The Three Bears," it was just right.
She also wore tight sleeveless knit shirts which looked kinda butch since she had muscular arms. It also showed off her chest. When I eventually got to know that chest, her breasts weren't quite as large as appearances implied.
But dinner went well, Harry and I split off the play with the Apple computer, while Jill and Mandi cleaned up from dinner. Mandi apparently liked Jill well enough, and offered to reciprocate on the dinner to be at our place the next weekend. She accepted.
This started us becoming regular hang out friends, and often partied together. We had a spare room like they did, so if we partied hard, we could crash and not worry about getting a DUI. One night when we were partying at my apartment in Neckargartach, Harry got slammed. He could barely walk, much less drive. And Jill wasn't feeling any pain. They crashed in the spare bedroom.
For some reason, after Mandi and I went to bed I was in a screaming horny mood, and caught Mandi about half zipped as well and she got hot quick. We figured Harry and Jill had crashed hard, and so we went at it. I ate Mandi's pussy through a couple of good orgasms, and then we fucked in several positions.
As I was pounding into Mandi's pussy while I had her legs thrown back to her ears (she would only do that when she was drinking because I would pound her too deep and she would be sore the next day), I heard a noise. Now being the good military guy that I am, small movements and small noises put me instantly on alert. I saw a brief movement just barely in my field of vision.
There were no lights on but since the roll-down shades were up, I had plenty of residual lights from the city to make seeing fairly easy. Plus the living room door was open, and was getting some residual lights from the living room windows. I carefully but surreptitiously looked over my shoulder. I was still stroking away, so Mandi didn't notice anything.
I saw the silhouette of a head with long hair peeking around the door frame. It was Jill! I kept stroking away but slowed down and really long stroked into Mandi. She grabbed my forearms with a death grip and rode through another orgasm, writhing and gasping quietly, until she stifled a long groan and shook a couple of more times.
She was spent, and I had too much alcohol to get an easy orgasm, so I decided I would wait until the next day after Harry and Jill left. Mandi eased over and I slowly rolled onto my back. Mandi rolled over to me and gave me a sloppy good night kiss and turned over on her side.
I could still see the faint outline of Jill's head about waist high, and I figured she was on her knees. I grabbed my still hard cock and slowly stroked it a couple of times, taking pains to move my hand teasingly from the head of my cock to the base, ever so slowly. I heard a stifled sigh, and then she disappeared into the toilet.
I slipped out of bed, and cat footed my way to the door of the toilet, listening carefully. I could hear Jill violently sawing away at a wet pussy. She was masturbating hard and fast. I listened as she finally approached an orgasm and stifle some moans and groans. I carefully slipped back to bed.
I saw Jill leave the bathroom and go back into the spare room. I caught myself wondering if maybe she would be my next strange pussy, maybe even plant a hard cock into her nice ass. I fell asleep still horny.
I awoke the next morning still horny, but heard Jill already up and puttering around the living room. I got up and put on some boxer shorts, and went into the living room. She was wearing my headphones and listening to some music while seated on the floor.
I went on to the balcony and grabbed me a Stuttgarter Hofbrau and popped it open. Jill was now kneeling on the floor getting ready to pop in another CD. I was about half hard and was bulging from my boxers, so just to see what would happen, I casually eased up beside her so my cock was directly even with her face. After she pushed in the CD, she turned with a smile only to look eyeball first right at my semi-erect cock bulging from the thin material.
Jill's eyes went wide open, but instead of pulling away, she just gazed until she slowly looked upward at me. She involuntarily reached up to touch my cock but just as her hand got to me, she suddenly yanked it back and put a hand over her mouth. I had shut the living room door when I entered so I wouldn't disturb Mandi, or Harry, although he was probably still dead to the world.
I gestured that it was okay to touch me, gave her a little okay sign with my fingers, and then put a finger over my lips as a sign to be quiet. She looked around with a look akin to panic and lust, and slowly reached up to gently grasp my cock. She stroked it through the thin fabric of my boxers for a minute, blushed, and dropped her hand.
I moved one headphone speaker out of the way and whispered, "It's okay to touch it!" She looked at me and shook her head no, but then after a couple of seconds, looked around again to make sure no one else was there, and slowly stroked my cock again. This led me to get even harder, until I had to readjust so I was standing straight up and poking at the waist band of my boxers.
She kept gently stroking until she finally looked up at me and mouthed a "Wow!"
I motioned for her to take the headphones off and when she did, I leaned over and whispered, "Did you enjoy watching me last night?"
She leaned back and turned red, then purple, and seemed to strangle for a minute. She was mute for a few seconds, and then whispered back, "What do you mean?"
I leaned down and replied, "I saw you watching us, and then you went into the toilet and masturbated. Don't try to deny it. I just hope you enjoyed yourself."
Her shade of purple deepened slightly, and she looked aghast. Then she jumped to her feet, and grabbed my head and leaned to my ear, whispering, "Do you like embarrassing me?"
I leaned into her ear and whispered, "I'm not trying to. I'm just saying you don't have to abuse yourself when you could have the real thing!"
She looked at me closely, and then whispered, "What makes you think that I would want to do that?"
I smiled and replied, "I bet you haven't had any strange since you got married, have you?"
She got the look of a little girl who had gotten caught stealing cookies, and after some hesitation told me, "No. Now quit embarrassing me!"
I couldn't resist a low chuckle and told her, "The offer is yours, but you will have to call me first. Now get over yourself and decide if you want to enjoy some wonderful sex or simply go on fantasizing."
She looked at me thoughtfully and quietly said, "I don't think I can have an affair."
I almost did a spit-take with my beer, and tried not to laugh out loud. She looked at me with a frown as I said, "I don't want to have an affair either. Isn't some nice, playful sex enough for you? I'm not looking to change anything in my life, but I do enjoy the occasional strange sex. It keeps me healthy!"
She looked into my eyes, and I gazed back with the obvious merriment I was having, until she finally said, "I'll think about it."
I took her hand and led it back to my cock, saying, "Fine. When you make a decision, let me know."
She subconsciously stroked my cock until she looked down, blushed, and then conspiratorially whispered, "I'll let you know soon. Now quit teasing me!"
I eased away from her and took another draw of beer. I headed back to the bedroom for some pants and told her to enjoy the music and I would get breakfast started. I cooked up a killer breakfast and even Harry, hung-over though he might be, ate his fill. They left a short time later.
As I expected, Jill was curious and called me early in the next week. I had given her the number to my office phone, and she called me directly. I was interested in what she had to say. She led with some small talk, and asked about Mandi. Then, after the talk waned, finally sighed deeply and asked, "When could we...you...us...you know..uh....get together and.....uh.....do something some time."
I chuckled at her hesitation, and I knew she was scared, but I calmly let her off the hook. "If you want to know if I still want to have sex with you, the answer is yes. Thursday afternoon would be good for me."
I doubt she knew I had assigned Harry to take half the staff to the firing range for rifle practice prior to qualification, but I listened as she stammered a bit before finally saying, "You want to come over here?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing," I quipped.
"Oh no, no, it's just, you know.....I don't want Harry showing up."
"Not to worry," I told her, "I can't see that happening."
She suddenly giggled, and then asked me, "Did you do something?"
I just smiled to myself, and said, "Not really. But you can take my word that it will be safe."
I hung up after making arrangement for the time, and schemed on what I would try to do with her first.
Before Thursday could arrive, though, Harry wanted to know if Mandi and I would drop by. He had some new computer thing he wanted to show off. So I agreed, and after Mandi and I had dinner at the club, we headed over to their house.
Big mistake. Harry and Jill were fighting, and over something very personal since they were both livid but sullenly quiet. Harry wouldn't say anything to me, and Mandi tried to talk to Jill, who wasn't forthcoming. I panicked for a moment, thinking that Jill had gotten a case of guilt trip, and told Harry about our pending tryst.
Fortunately, Mandi finally got Jill to open up a little. When she finally got the whole story, she called me into the kitchen. While Jill was opening a beer for me, Mandi told me what was up.
To keep it short, Harry had a hair trigger. That's right, the dreaded scourge of premature ejaculation. The prior evening, Jill had been in the mood for sex, so Harry did something he would normally do. He told her was going to clean up a bit, and went into the bath. He would run some water while he masturbated, so when he finally got into sex he wouldn't spoil it in 30 seconds.
But Jill had walked in on him and just went ballistic. She took it personally, like he was holding out on her for some reason. He had tried to explain that he was trying to make her happy because he was embarrassed to fire his load so quickly. She just couldn't cope with that. And it wasn't like she was trying to get pregnant.
In spite of my misgivings, Mandi left me with Jill and asked me to explain it all to her, and she left to talk with Harry and try to soothe his wounded ego. I thought about the situation for a minute before I talked to Jill.
I carefully explained that he only did that because he wanted to make sure she had her pleasure from sex, and it was personally embarrassing for him to unload so quickly. I also let her know that she was awfully close to being a hypocrite since she masturbated herself. She tried to make that into something completely different, but I didn't let her get away with it.
I finally cracked her mad shell when I told her that he must care for her deeply to deny himself the pleasure of an orgasm with her, just so she could have some pleasure. That put things in a different light, and she finally grudgingly agreed to talk to Harry about his problem and help him get to be a better lover. I also told her that she would be instrumental in making sure they came to a mutual method for facing and working through his problem.
After giving her some rather clinical techniques to use, she came into the living room. Harry and Mandi were drinking a beer, and both looked like little kids getting their first talk about sex. But they seemed less like fighting now, and Mandi and I decided to let them have some peace and quiet to talk.
We left and headed back to our apartment. I told Mandi that I had the same problem years ago when I had first started having sex. But with experience, I found how to control my level of arousal so that I wasn't as stimulated. We swapped notes after getting home, and finally turned in.
Jill called me back the next morning within minutes of my getting to my desk. I thought she was going to back out of our plans, but instead, she wanted to tell me thanks for helping, and that she and Harry had a long talk, and she realized how sweet he had been for concentrating on her instead of his own pleasure. They both agreed to work with each other to help him. I was happy.
Then as she was saying good-bye, she quietly asked, "Are you still coming over Thursday?"
I laughed and told her, "I wouldn't miss it for anything."
I could feel her smile through the phone when she hung up.
I let the regular guy who was supposed to man the office during lunch go on, so I could finish some things I needed to do before leaving. I called Jill while I was still at my desk and asked her what she was wearing.
When she asked why, I quipped, "I hope you weren't planning on staying in your clothes very long. For that matter, why would you even want to be wearing anything at all?"
She giggled and said she would think about it.
When I arrived, she wasn't naked. But she had on a short gown, some silky thing, with a very low neck. I got to see her cleavage for the first time. The gown was form fitting, and that's when I noticed that what I had originally thought were D-cup breasts were actually a little smaller than I thought, maybe a nice C. I was hardly disappointed though. The gown looked a bit odd on her though, since she always looked a bit butchie!
I gave her a big hug, and she melted into me. She had freshly washed her hair and it smelled of a light flower fragrance. Unfortunately, she also wanted to talk, and tell me all about what she and Harry had done about getting started helping him with his quick trigger. I listened to her semi-graphic description as I sipped a beer. I also slowly began to undress as she continued her narrative.
When I was finally naked, she looked at me closely, maybe like she was comparison shopping. I was totally flaccid. She took my cock in her hand for a moment, and said, "It doesn't look nearly as big as when I was at your house!"
I laughed and said, "Give it a kiss or two and I think you will see a difference before you know it."
She twisted her lips into a wry smile and flatly told me, "I don't put it in my mouth."
This wasn't good news. I was perplexed.
"Is that the same way you feel about sex with Harry?"
She scowled and said, "I have tried, but it always seems to gross me out. I puked on him one time."
I got a serious mind flash on that one, and wondered why that didn't cure his hair trigger. Apparently the hair trigger was the cause. He blasted a load of cum into her mouth in seconds. After that, no oral sex.
I promised her that I wouldn't blast down her throat unless she wanted me too, so give it a try. She closed her eyes and moved to my cock, tentatively giving the head a little lick. Then she carefully took the head into her mouth, sucking lightly. It was just enough stimulus to get me started growing. As I got bigger in her hands, she started working a little harder and sucking me a bit deeper. Jill was definitely inexperienced at cock sucking. She finally opened her eyes and pulled her head away from me.
She smiled and continued to play with my cock as it headed for full erection.
"You do grow a lot, don't you," she said with a satisfied look. I let her falsely think she had done something extraordinary.
I stood her up and quickly lifted the gown over her head and threw it over an arm on the couch. Her breasts bounced freely. She had a thicket of pubic hair, dark brown and wiry.
"I feel strange in here. Can we go in the bedroom?" she asked.
I nodded and let her lead me to the bedroom. Before she could turn down the covers, I grabbed her and carefully but swiftly pushed her down onto the bed and sucked one of her breasts into my mouth. She gasped in shock, but rolled with it and within seconds, grabbed my head and pulled it down tighter. I let go of the breast only to quickly suck the other one in. She giggled delightedly and kept her grip on my head.
As I sucked on her breast and tongued the nipple, I snaked a hand down to her pussy. She was starting to dampen. I gently slid a finger up and down her slit, coaxing her clit to come out of hiding. Jill involuntarily opened her legs, allowing me more access. She was getting hot quickly. Aside from holding on to my head, though, she was pretty much immobile.
I slowly kissed my way down her stomach, and around her thighs, slowly pulling her legs apart. She had pulled her hands up to her breasts and folded them like she was a corpse or something. I licked my way around her vaginal lips, coaxing a little more juice from her pussy. I finally slid between her legs and began to eat her pussy in earnest.
Jill didn't move or make any noises. I wondered if she was still alive! I worked my way to her clit, gently lifting it out with my tongue and slowly pulled it to my lips. I slid my tongue back down her slit, tongued the opening to her vagina, and went back to her clit. This time I sucked it between my lips and began my patented tongue action by sucking her clit in as far as I could then quickly forcing it back out with my tongue.
I began a fast rhythm of this action and she finally put one hand on my head, but otherwise didn't move very much. I felt a little hip movement. I slid a finger into her vagina, which was now fairly wet. I added a second finger and concentrated on keeping a steady pace on her clit. I went at it for a while like this, until I finally heard her gasp, and her hips jerked an inch or so, and she suddenly tightened her legs. I felt her pussy clench my fingers as she had 3 or 4 strong spasms rock her pussy. As these subsided, she finally let out a long sigh.
I worked my wet face up her stomach and nuzzled her neck, slowly pushing her legs wider apart until I could slip my cock into her pussy. She barely reacted, making only another sigh. I began to stroke in and out of her pussy. She was wonderfully tight, a pleasant revelation. She laid back and just me pound away at her pussy. I finally decided to get serious and grabbed her legs, and pushed them way back like I had done to Mandi the night she watched us. She had her eyes shut, and as I bore into her deeply, I hit bottom and she jolted upward for a second, moaning in pain. I backed off the deepest penetration and she relaxed again.
I wasn't sure I could cum like this, so I figured doggy style would be better. I slid out of her and backed up and took her legs to turn her over. She finally made a noise, asking me, "What are you doing?"
I was perplexed and replied, "Turning you around to go doggy style."
She looked positively confused. "What?" she asked.
"Doggy style! You know what I'm talking about?"
She looked askance, saying, "No, not really."
I was stunned but still needed to get off, so I said, "Relax and follow my lead."
She looked skeptical, but allowed me to position her so I could slide my cock deep into her pussy with one long stroke. She groaned quietly, and I began to pound into her like a madman. She stayed on knees and hands, letting me bang away. Finally, I felt her squeeze in the first announcement of a pending orgasm. I waited for her to make some noise or do something, but she just rode right on through. I finally decided that I needed to finish, and with one last burst of pussy pounding, let go with a decent orgasm.
I slowed down and finally ground to a halt. As I was doing that, I squeezed her butt cheeks apart. She had a cute little hole partly hidden by hair. It was partially dilated about the thickness of my pinky. I thought that this was portent of some good things to happen later. I pulled completely out, and crawled up beside her and lay down. Jill lay down with an arm under her head. I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, and smiled. She smiled back, and ran her hand over my chest.
"You're a lot hairier than Harry," she mused, and then realizing what she said, giggled again.
I didn't say anything, but just lay there and let her muse. Her face had softened and she looked much better than usual. She was relaxed.
"Did you enjoy an orgasm or two?" I asked.
She turned red and started to say something, and then stopped. I waited until she finally decided to respond.
"Isn't that kinda personal?"
I laughed, telling her, "How much more personal could that be than what we just got through doing?"
Jill screwed her face up into a scowl, and told me, "You don't have to be a smart ass."
"I'm not," I said, "I'm just wanted to make sure you did okay in that department. I didn't come here to not give you at least a couple or more orgasms."
She blurted out, "Well I don't really like to talk about it, even if I really liked it!"
"Ah-ha," I exclaimed, "So you did have an orgasm or two?"
She blushed deep red and just nodded.
I asked her about her background, where she was from, what kind of experience she had before she married Harry, why she didn't talk about sex. Inquiring minds wanted to know, and I was in an inquiring mood.
I held up a finger to her lips and told her, "Hold that thought. I need a beer."
As I padded into the kitchen, she followed and went to the toilet. I got back first, and she returned with her gown on, sliding onto the bed beside me. She began what would become a 40-minute narrative. As she talked, she idly played with my cock, more from needing to fidget than to get me excited.
Jill married Harry as a virgin. She came from a family with a strict religious upbringing, some kind of evangelicals or something. She didn't receive any sex education until junior high school. God knows she was as bad as Carol or worse! Some of the girls at school would talk about sex around her just to watch her get embarrassed. Overall the religious thing was to her a take it or leave it proposition, and it managed to create conflicts more than anything else.
She and Harry stayed at their parents' house for the first two weeks after they were married. Their first sex was more groping than sex. They had to be extremely quiet. She had to stifle any sound she made if she felt pleasure. It was quaint listening to her try to describe sex without using actual graphic terms.
When Harry joined the military, he was gone for 3 months before she saw him again. She missed him a lot and had written him several letters. When he returned, she didn't know him. He was wearing his dress uniform and had gained about 20 pounds of solid muscle, and looked wonderful. Her parents were pleased, and after the shock wore off, she was pleased. He also had some news for her. They were moving to a military post way down south.
Jill was shocked, but had looked forward to actually moving in with her new husband. She got a tingle just thinking about having her own house, and making dinner, and sleeping together without her parents in the next room. They left a week later.
Sexual problems happened almost immediately. Both were too shy to talk about things. Harry was especially embarrassed with his premature ejaculation but found his own work around. He wanted her to think he was a stud. Harry also wasn't really large in the cock department, from her description, about 6" max and slender. She wondered about being stretched by a larger cock, although she had no frame of reference to work from.
When she finally finished, I thought of a plan to get her more vocal, more up front, and less shy. This might be fun, and I planned on enjoying every minute of it.
She had discovered masturbating at a fairly young age, but found it naughty, sinful and somewhat less than fulfilling. The night she watched Mandi and me she got so horny she had to get herself off. It was the first time she had ever masturbated from something she actually saw. Most of the time she just went at it to make herself relax. She felt guilty about the times she would fantasize.
After we chatted for a while, I asked her if she wanted to become a much better lover for Harry. She said she did, so I told her we would start with some porn movies, not too hard core but something different. She could watch them alone until she was comfortable watching with Harry. After a while she would have to start doing some of these things with Harry as they watched. She was skeptical, to say the least.
She agreed, finally, and we started our little regimen. I refrained from having sex with her until she had a chance to watch some porn, and get more comfortable with seeing herself naked, as well as actors on the screen. I got her a German movie from a porn shop downtown that included several different sex acts.
I arranged to have Harry busy one afternoon taking most of the guys to the firing range for final practice before rifle qualification, and made arrangements with Jill for me to come by at lunch. She was at the minimum amenable, and I looked forward to getting in her pants.
When I arrived she was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. If she was trying not to look sexy, she was doing a wonderful job. I managed to get her clothes off her, with some difficulty. She had gone from a wild ass young babe to a middle age MILF in appearance. In spite of her butch looking physique, she was still pretty fine when naked. I enjoyed her discomfort when she was naked with me. I found it youthful and intriguing, but decided that this wouldn't last long. I wasn't really into inhibitions.
Jill had been watching the mixed video, and had stopped at a scene that intrigued her. She asked me to start the video, after blushingly avoiding telling me what she wanted to know about. As I watched, it turned out to be an anal scene.
A porn stud with a healthy cock was banging a youngish Euro slut from behind, doggy style. He withdrew his cock and slowly slid it up and down her ass crack, slipping back into her pussy. Finally, after several strokes, he positioned his cock at her asshole and began to push in.
He penetrated her asshole slowly and carefully, as the porn slut made "I love this" noises. Finally, he began to stroke the full length of his cock into her ass.
Jill watched in fascination, mouth agape, as the porn stud began to seriously ream the slut's little asshole. I eased up behind her, and slowly ran my hands from her abdomen up to grasp her breasts, gently stroking her nipples.
She leaned back into me with an almost inaudible moan, and finally said, "What is he doing to her?"
I whispered in her ear, "He is fucking her ass."
She gasped out loud, and after pausing to enjoy the breast stimulation, said very quietly, "You can't be serious."
"Oh, but I am. The lady has his cock buried deep in her ass, and she's getting into it. What do you think?"
Jill quietly sighed as I continued to play with her breasts, and looked over her shoulder to say, "That is so nasty, and I can't believe she really likes that!"
I chuckled under my breath, and slowly began to hump up against her ass with my steadily growing cock. I slid a hand down to her pussy and began to gently stroke her clit. Jill was fascinated with the movie, but also reacted to my manual manipulation. Her breath began to come in short spurts. In seconds, she quietly slid into a brief but effective orgasm.
As soon as I felt her ease out of the orgasmic aftermath, I whispered in her ear, "God I would love to be balls deep in your ass!"
She stiffened, and eased away until she could look at me closely.
"That's gross!" she proclaimed.
"That's good sex," I whispered back.
She squirmed away from me, rolling back onto the couch, only to sit up and glare at me. "I could never do that!" she said defiantly.
I smiled and told her, "You can, you will, and you will also learn to enjoy it."
"I don't think so, and if you have any idea about doing that to me you can just forget it," she retorted.
I quickly pulled her to me and crushed her breasts against my chest, quickly planting a tongue searching kiss on her. She responded quickly, rubbing up against me. I squeezed her ass cheeks apart, gently, caressing her round mounds of butt, and eventually snaking a finger down to tease her asshole. She melted into me, slowly and sensually rubbing her breasts into my chest.
"I am going to fuck your ass, and you might as well get ready for it," I whispered.
This time she wasn't so disagreeable, whispering back, "I don't think so, but we'll see."
I kissed my way along the top of her shoulder and up to her neck, finally kissing behind her ear. I tipped her head back and slowly kissed and licked down her neck and onto her breasts. I sucked a breast into my mouth and tongued the nipple gently but effectively.
She moaned out loud this time, and I quickly eased a finger down to caress her clit. Jill was so hot. I rubbed my finger around her clit and she gushed juice. After some rhythmic stroking, she eased into a small orgasm, only to be hit a few seconds later with a second, more powerful surge.
I let her rock through the spasms, until she finally relaxed and fell into me. Jill was exhausted, and was breathing rapidly and loudly. I eased her back down onto the couch and left to get a beer. When I returned, Jill was gently sleeping.
I sipped my beer and enjoyed the view of her naked body, relaxed, uninhibited, spread wide for my viewing pleasure. I would definitely have to trim that pussy hair. She had a serious thicket that covered an otherwise lovely pussy.
I slipped back into my uniform, and kissed her left breast while caressing her pussy lips. She woke slowly, and upon seeing me, smiled softly. I kissed her lips, and placed a finger on them so she wouldn't speak.
I leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Watch that scene again, and as you masturbate, slip a finger or two into your butt. You may find you like it. I will explore that further with you next time. And I am really going to fuck your tight, virgin ass." Jill looked a bit panicked at first, but I wouldn't let her speak, and she relaxed and finally smiled as I headed for the door.
We were coming up to a major field exercise where we would be in the field for over a month. I had two medical appointments scheduled during this period, and decided that this would be the perfect me to get with Jill for a serious session of sex. Mandi didn't know about the appointments, which meant I would have to come into the kaserne the day before, make my appointment the next day, and then catch the transport van back out the next morning.
I told Jill about the time, and she agreed that it would be nice to have some time to learn some new things. I also mentioned that she might find it very sensual to trim her pubes like some of the girls in the porn movie. She giggled like a little girl and said she would think about it.
We made arrangements for me to stay with her when I came in for the medical appointments. Jill shyly smiled at me in anticipation of some free time to learn new things.
Time rolled by quickly and in no time I came back in from our field exercise. Jill picked me up from my office and we headed for her house. We hadn't much more than hit the door before I was ripping her clothes off.
"You're not wearing any clothes as long as I'm here," I told her brusquely.
She giggled like a little school girl and said, "You are so nasty!"
I laughed and pulled her clothes off her. After she was naked, I noticed that she must have gotten over her shyness about her pussy, since she had done a masterful job trimming the hair down to a manageable length and it made her pussy look all the more edible. I murmured my approval as I pushed her back down onto the couch for a good eating.
I dived into her pussy with little resistance from her, and soon she had a death grip on my head. She writhed through her first orgasm. I broke away after she rolled through her orgasm, rising to strip off my dirty uniform. I told her I needed a bath, and she took my hand and led me to the bath.
Jill fixed me a tub of water, and proceeded to wash me gently and thoroughly, until I was squeaky clean. I got her into the tub and washed her pussy so she could say we were mutually clean. We wandered into the kitchen where I grabbed a much needed beer.
Jill grabbed some food she had prepared earlier and we warmed it in the oven. We took everything back to the living room and Jill quickly set up the porn video and pressed play. We watched the video for a while as we ate.
I remembered the anal segment, which was about two segments away. We snarfed down our food, washed down with a weizen beer, and were watching when the anal segment came on the video. Jill was patently excited. Her nipples were fully erect and her breasts had a red tint to them.
When the anal segment began, I pushed the food tray away and after a quick sip of beer, dived into her pussy. As she watched the anal action, I ate her with a passion, enjoying it as she grabbed my head and pressed me down into her juicy pussy. This was a pleasant experience, since she had never really acted like she would ever get that excited.
As she was juicing up my face while watching the anal action on the TV, I slipped a finger into her pussy, and then slowly added a second. Jill didn't miss a beat. I pressed into her clit with my serious tongue action and she built toward her first orgasm of the session. I carefully slipped a finger into her asshole. She didn't react at all, but kept on pressing my face into her pussy.
Jill was watching the video intensely, and as the porn stud began to press his cock full length into the babe's asshole, she began to jerk and push her ass around as she headed toward a killer orgasm. I removed all my fingers from her pussy and slid two fingers into her asshole, pressing deeply into her rectum. Jill suddenly squealed and jerked several times, and launched into a screaming orgasm.
I pushed Jill back onto the couch and slowly kissed my way up to her face. I eased my cock into her pussy and she reacted quickly, grabbing my ass and pulling me deeply into her. I probed my cock deeply into her, being slow and methodical. Jill ground her crotch into me roughly, wanting more.
After she worked her way into another small orgasm, I slipped out and carefully turned her onto her stomach. I slid into her pussy again, slowly and gently probing into her as deeply as possible. Jill could still see the TV and watched the porn action as I pushed deeper into her.
I reached under her and began a gentle stroke on her clit. She arched her back into me. I carefully slipped my cock all the way out of her and slid my juicy, wet member between her ass cheeks, only to slowly glide back to her pussy. I alternated between her pussy and her ass cheeks methodically. As she got closer to another orgasm, I timed my stroke until just as she began to spasm with another climax, I slipped slowly and carefully into her tight little anus.
Jill groaned deeply but offered no resistance. I had only pressed the first 4 inches into her, and soon slipped out only to carefully slip back in. She wiggled around a bit, and I thought she would buck me out, but she didn't. She pressed back into me even harder, taking the bulk of my cock deep in her ass.
She began to rotate her ass in a small circle and I lifted my body away from her so she could move as she wanted. I looked down and noticed that Jill's neck was slowly getting redder. She began to groan under her breath, and finally began to vocally react, getting a bit louder as I picked up my pace working into her virgin ass.
Once I had finally slid my cock close to the hilt in her ass, I let Jill take care of the motion. She reacted quickly, bouncing her ass back at me like a bucking bronco. I kept a gentle but insistent stroke on her clit with my fingers. When I finally probed the entire length into her rectum, she groaned painfully when I stroked roughly into her tight little hole. But Jill recovered and didn't stop moving back against me.
She moved against my fingers on her clit and I felt her work into another small orgasm. That was enough to set me off, and I suddenly, unexpectedly unleashed a blast of cum deep into her rectum. Jill squealed unexpectedly, continuing her orgasm, as I poured spurt after spurt into the depths of her ass.
After the blast of cum, I slowly shrank and finally slipped from her asshole, leaving her empty. She squirmed against me contentedly. I sat up and leaned back on the couch, taking a long draw from my beer. Jill turned over and slid up the couch where she quickly recovered. I waited to see what she had to say. It was obvious....Nothing! So I chided her, finally, saying, "So I will never fuck your ass!"
She turned away shyly, not saying anything. I let her take a sip of beer and turn her attention back to the video. The porn stud was splashing his load on the starlet's butt, with some of it running down and into a gaping asshole. Jill was watching curiously. "I never saw this part," she said quietly, not taking her eyes from the screen.
"Why?" I asked.
She finally turned toward me and replied, "I usually stopped the video when I finished. Does your hole always do that?"
"Do what?" I asked, though knowing what she meant.
"Look so big and round, and open."
I chuckled and said, "I don't know. Let's see."
With that, I grabbed her and flipped her face down on the couch and got a good grip on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart roughly and quickly. She shrieked.
Before she could squirm away, I quipped, "You look pretty normal back here to me!"
She jumped away from me, looking a bit angry, but finally eased back onto the couch.
"That's not funny. I didn't mean for you to try and look up my butt. Does it look like hers?" she asked as the camera zoomed in for a final peek at a still gaping asshole on the screen.
I tipped up my beer again, and after another long, careful pull, told her, "You didn't give me time to get a good look. So why don't you turn around on your knees, put your butt up in the air, and pull your cheeks apart so I can get a decent look?"
She frowned, and didn't move.
"Today," I said sharply.
She stammered and blurted, " But I...."
"Now!" I told her in my best command voice.
"I don't know if I....."
"Now!" I commanded again.
She reluctantly eased onto her knees and bent over.
"Pull your cheeks apart," I told her firmly.
She slowly reached back, and pulled her buns wide. Her little hole was barely open. I took a good look, and slowly leaned over until I stabbed my tongue directly into her anus. She squealed and pulled away, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her right back, again planting my tongue deep into her little hole.
"You're just supposed to look," she said, but didn't resist further.
I pulled away and told her, "No, you didn't look like the girl on the screen. Your little butt hole was so cute I had to give it a kiss. I just couldn't help myself!"
She turned toward me with a flush on her face, and smiled shyly. "You like what you saw?" she asked quietly.
"I could tongue your ass for days," I responded with a leer.
She smiled again, and sat back, sipping on my beer. We watched another porn scene, and after that one ended, I asked if she wanted to head for bed. She nodded yes. I cut off the VCR and TV, took her hand, and led her to the bedroom. Since we were still naked, I quickly flipped the covers down and we slid in.
We talked for a little while, but I grew a bit restless, thinking about her cute little asshole, and began to get hard again. I thought of something, and asked if she wanted to do something that would help her and Harry resolve some of his problem.
She was curious, and instead of saying anything, I eased the covers down until my hard-on was exposed. Then I took her head and gently pulled her head and body over me until she rested her head on my stomach facing my cock. She was still, not knowing what to do next. I took her hand and gently moved it to my balls, and quietly whispered, "Very gently stroke and play with them."
She complied. I grabbed my cock, and slowly began to stroke it. She started to raise up, but I gently pushed her back down so her face was inches from my cock as I began to slowly pull it to fully erect. She continued to gently play with my balls as I picked up the pace.
She lay still, carefully watching as I masturbated. I closed my eyes for a minute and thought of her cute little asshole, and how I had just gotten me some virgin ass, and upped the pace until I was sawing away at a good clip. I felt my balls begin to tighten, as did Jill.
After a few minutes, I stiffened up as she carefully stroked my balls. I shot a nice second orgasm onto my stomach. After the spurts finished and I milked the last couple of drops from my cock, Jill ran her fingers through the cum, making little circles like a kid making mud pies.
I reached over to the nightstand and got a tissue from the box. I started to wipe up the cum, but Jill silently took the tissue, and wiped my stomach clean. I whispered a "Thank you" in her ear.
She smiled at me as I told her, "You should do that with Harry so he can get his first shot out of the way, and then you can really make love without any pressure."
She looked skeptical. "You really think Harry would go for it?"
"I think if you tell Harry how much you appreciate his effort in making you happy, and how sweet and considerate he is, he'll do anything you want. Then all you have to do is tell him instead of hiding, you want to help him, and be together. Then just get him on his back, start playing with his balls, and put his hand on his cock. If he says anything, tell him he will never have to hide again, and the two of you will do everything together from now on."
Jill snorted, choked back a tear, and said, "That is so sweet. Damn I feel bad about being here in bed with you!"
I smiled gently, kissed her forehead, and told her, "You're in school, little girl. You enjoy yourself, but you know where your heart is. Now don't start feeling guilty. You still have a lot to learn."
She looked a bit odd, but she knew I was right. She did have a lot to learn.
The next morning, she did her first 69 ever, with some difficulty. With her inexperience at oral sex, she lost track of what she was doing as I ate her pussy, and when she hit her first orgasm, she inadvertently nipped my cock with her teeth. I fought off the pain until she finished, and then explained what had happened. She was embarrassed, but came back for another try. She did much better the second time.
After I made my appointment and returned to Jill's house, she was ready for some more fun. She had the video on and was watching two women playing with vibrators, working them in and out of sloppy pussies with a serious effort. She asked me if I could get her a vibrator.
I agreed, and we drove into town to the porn shop where I got the movie. She was too shy to come in with me, even though at this early afternoon hour, there would hardly be anyone there. But I obliged, and got a multi-size kit of 4 toys, the largest being about 10" and maybe 2" thick. The smallest was about 4" long and maybe ¾" thick. I got batteries for all, and as I drove back to the little village where they lived, Jill opened the package and loaded the batteries, playing with each on her hands and face.
"Why don't you try one in your pussy?" I asked her.
"In the car?" she cried out.
"Sure, in the car," I replied impatiently. "Now."
"But what if something...."
"NOW," I blasted at her.
Jill was quiet for a few seconds, and then looked at me with a begging, pleading look on her face. This was no time to feel sorry for her, so I persisted.
"You have on a long shirt. Slip your pants down just past your crotch and pull your shirt back down once you slide the vibrator into your pussy," I instructed.
As she looked at me warily, I took the package of vibrators from her, took the 7" model out of the package, and gradually got her to understand that she wasn't getting off the hook and she was going to wear out that pussy before I excused her.
"Slip your jeans down, NOW!" I commanded.
Jill was startled but within seconds lifted her ass of the car seat and slipped her jeans down a bit. I handed her the vibrator, telling her, "Slip this into you as deep as you can." She hid her crotch with the long shirt she was wearing, and carefully inserted the vibrator to the hilt.
"Turn it on full!"
Jill was uncomfortable but complied, and I began to hear the muffled sound of the vibrator working deep inside her pussy. Jill tried her best not to react, but soon she was squirming in her seat. As we headed out of town onto the road toward her village, with traffic reducing to very few cars, I took the smallest vibrator and licked it until it was it was sloppy wet.
I handed to Jill and told her to put that one in her ass. She looked aghast, but when I scowled, she lifted her ass and quickly slipped it in. As she sat gingerly back down in the seat, I reached over to massage a breast.
"Close your eyes," I commanded.
Jill complied and I continued to tweak a breast through her shirt. I slowly lifted her shirt hem, and worked my fingers down to her clit. She was soaking the car seat! I began working a circular motion on her clit with my fingers, and in about 2 minutes, she stiffened and writhed through a nice orgasm.
In no time we were back to her house, and I told her to pull her pants up and fasten them so we could go inside.
"But I still have...."
I put a finger over her lips and quietly said, "You won't lose them. Now slip your pants up and let's go."
She wasn't happy, and I got a great chuckle watching Jill struggle not to walk like a robot or something as she attempted to go in the house with vibrators stuffed in her. Fortunately her jeans were tight enough that she didn't need to worry about losing the vibrators. By the time we got in the house, though, she was sweating a bit and trying mightily to keep the vibrators from slipping out. She didn't realize that if she had just relaxed she wouldn't have had any problems.
When we got in the house, I led Jill to the couch and had her lie down. I whispered to her to close her eyes, and she gradually relaxed to the point that she began to respond to the vibrators still buzzing merrily away in her pussy and ass. I slowly lifted her shirt, sliding and pulling gently until her breasts were fully exposed. I leaned in and began to suckle on her nipples. Jill was soon moaning quietly and began to move her ass around on the couch.
In no time, she grabbed my head tightly and held on as she rocked and rolled though one killer orgasm. She jerked and bounced until finally she lurched off the couch, grabbing me violently and shrieked.
"No more. I can't do these things anymore. Get them out!"
I quickly unbuttoned her jeans and ripped them down her legs. As she lifted up, I grabbed both vibrators and quickly extracted them from her dripping holes. I turned them off and set them down on the side table, returning to slip her jeans completely off.
Since we still had the remainder of the evening before I had to head back out to the field, I resisted the urge to jump into her pussy, instead, covering her with a throw and kissing her gently on the cheek.
"Take a short nap and I will make us some food," I whispered in her ear.
Jill mumbled a brief consent and within minutes, dozed off. I scoured the kitchen for food, found some things to make a light early dinner, and went to work. When I finished and set the table, I heard a noise and returned to the couch. Jill was slowly awakening, and she stretched and yawned.
When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled and asked, "How long have I slept?"
I chuckled and replied, "Long enough! Are you hungry?"
Jill smiled again and said, "Oh hell yes!"
I took her hand, helped her up, and led her to the table. She squealed delightedly, and before I could open a beer, she was digging in ravenously. I ate sparingly, and sipped a beer. Jill tore into her food like there was no tomorrow, and I enjoyed watching her eat.
"I didn't know you could cook so well," she noted.
"Thanks," I replied as I mostly brushed it off.
When Jill finally finished, I cleaned the table and dumped the leftovers into the trash, quickly returning to take her hand. I led her to the bedroom, and after slipping her long shirt off, gently pushed her down on the bed and proceeded to eat her to a hair pulling, juice flowing orgasm. I figured she needed a good starter orgasm before we drove into "Kinky Land."
While she calmed down, I retrieved the vibrators I had previously cleaned up and arranged them on the side table. I also got some lubricant for the toys. Jill looked at me curiously, but remained mute. She didn't hesitate when I carefully took her legs and turned her onto her stomach.
I took some lotion and began to massage her shoulders, slowly working my way down her body. I gave her ass some special attention and finished by working down her legs to her feet. I drew some serious groans when I got to her feet.
Once I finished, I took the 7" vibrator and after spreading her legs painfully wide, began to tease her pussy and ass with the vibrator. I kept the tease going, not letting her began to get too worked up. After a long, excruciatingly sensual time, I began to work the vibrator toward her pussy lips, then up to tease her asshole, returning quickly to her pussy. After a while Jill began to moan and arch her ass up when I teased her asshole. It was the reaction I had waited for.
I finally quit teasing her asshole and began to press the tip of the vibrator into her cute little pucker. She reacted by thrusting her ass even higher, but I continued to tease her ass. When she finally pushed back one last time, I let the vibrator slip a couple of inches into her ass. Jill sighed and moaned, and I kept playing gently as she tried harder to get deeper penetration.
I finally gave in and after turning the vibrator on high, slipped it deep into her ass. She moaned deeply, and pushed back against me. While keeping the vibrator deep in her ass with one hand, I grabbed the big boy, turned it on, and quickly began to tease her pussy.
Jill turned up the vocal volume and pushed back toward the probing. Without teasing too much, I waited until she pushed her ass into the air, and slid the biggest vibrator all the way to the bottom in her pussy. She groaned with pleasure and worked her ass up and down. I took a few seconds to admire my handiwork, enjoying the sight of her being double stuffed with vibrators. I kept up the stoking of the vibrators until she finally shuddered, went quiet, and suddenly, shrieked and writhed around on the bed.
I kept going until she finally calmed down and asked me to take the vibrators out. She lay on the bed panting. Before she had time to recover, though, I gently rolled her over and eased up until I slipped my cock into her. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her tightly, crushing her breasts into my chest.
I pounded her pussy fiercely until she managed another orgasm. Before she could get over that one, I quickly turned her onto her knees and without hesitation, slid my cock into her slushy pussy in one long thrust. She groaned out loud, and bucked back toward me.
I began to thrust hard and deep as Jill moaned continuously. I also surreptitiously grabbed the 7" vibrator, and began to tease her ass with it. After a quick tease her ass opened up for me and I slid it back in her ass as I fucked her pussy, setting off another round of small but effective orgasms.
After Jill rode through that round, I slowed down to a crawl, keeping my cock buried in her pussy with the vibrator silent on the bedside table. Jill was panting and sweating now, totally engrossed in the sex.
"Hold your ass open for me so I can put my entire cock up your ass," I said quietly.
Jill looked over her shoulder at me but I didn't give her time to speak.
"I want to push my cock up your ass until you can feel it in your throat. But you have to tell me you want my cock in your ass. I know you do, so don't be shy. Spread your ass and tell me what you want."
Jill groaned for a couple of seconds, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks wide open.
"Fuck my ass," she moaned. "I want your cock in my ass right now."
While she held her butt cheeks wide open for me, I slipped my cock into her tight butthole. She was ready and moaned with pleasure. I began to roughly pound into her ass. I had to slow down when I felt myself getting close to orgasm. I didn't want to unload too soon.
Just to amuse myself, I grabbed a vibrator and reaching underneath, began to slowly slip it into her dripping pussy. She groaned in pain from the stretching of both holes but slowly relaxed so I could l slip the tool merrily buzzing away on high deep into her pussy, simultaneously giving me a wonderful sensation. I guess I had more bulk stuffing her asshole than she had when both vibrators were stuffed up her holes.
I held her hands, pulling them tightly backward and onto her ass cheeks. This forced her face down onto the bed and made her ass come up and back until I couldn't get any deeper into her ass. The end of the vibrator made a solid backstop for my balls as they bounced against her pussy.
Just hearing Jill gulp, groan and pant, and then occasionally shriek, got me going, and shortly, I began to spasm, pumping gobs of hot cum deep into her fiery hot rectum. She must have felt it because she tried to bounce back against me. I pulled her arms back and forth to assist her effort, and just as my orgasm subsided, she shrieked through one more herself.
I dropped her arms and she stayed motionless, ass up. I slowly eased my cock from her ass, and this time her hole was wide open, giving me an unrestricted view straight into her rectum. I told her to stay still, and went into the bathroom for something to clean her up with. I took a wad of toilet paper and a washcloth back, pushed a little of the paper into her ass, and taking her upper arms, lifted her up to stand on her knees.
I crushed her back against me and played with her breasts, tweaking the nipples just enough to keep them rock hard, while kissing her on the neck. I reached under her and switched off the vibrator that she seemed not to have noticed, and slipped it out of her dripping pussy. I got the washcloth just in time to prevent a puddle on the bed.
Jill was comfortably melted into me and I let her relax for a few minutes, before bending her over on her hands. I pulled the soaked toilet paper from her anus and noticed she was dripped copiously from the flood of cum I pumped in there. I stuck the washcloth between her butt cheeks and caught most of the rest. When I removed the washcloth, she was still widely gaping.
Jill asked curiously, "What's going on back there? It feels really wet."
I carefully told her, "My little gift to you is still running out."
She just sighed and finally rolled down onto the bed, gently placing her head on a pillow. This helped her ass hole begin to close up a bit. She lay there breathing slowly but deeply. I took the toilet paper back to the bathroom and rinsed the washcloth in warm water, returning to gently clean up her ass and pussy. She stretched her legs apart and moved them around to give me the best access, while moaning quietly in pleasure as I worked.
After a few minutes of my cleaning effort, I left toward the bathroom again when Jill asked, "Did I look like the woman in the movie back there after we finished?"
"You mean with her little hole wide open?" I asked.
"Yeah, like that," she answered.
"Actually," I said, "Even wider open and much nicer to look at!"
Jill looked at me with a blushing smile and told me, "I don't believe you. You'll have to show me that!"
I laughed and quipped, "Well, next time I ream your asshole out like you said I would never do, I'll get a mirror and show you."
She replied in a little girl voice, "I said I was wrong about that. Now give me a break!"
I chuckled and asked her if she needed a beer. She nodded affirmatively and I headed to the kitchen. After grabbing the beers, I stopped in the living room and packed away the remaining toys, bringing them with me.
As I sat them on the bed, I told Jill, "You might want to secure these until you can eventually get Harry to help you play with them."
She chuckled softly, and grabbed a beer, taking a deep drink. She suddenly sat up and slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom, taking her beer with her. She shut the door tightly behind her and was gone for several minutes. I drank about half my beer before she finally emerged. It dawned on me that she was getting really comfortable being naked.
We finished our beers with a little conversation about mundane things, and turned in to get some sleep. I had to head back to the field the next morning but wasn't worried because I could sleep on the trip back.