Matt started moaning softly until the tension in his own body rolled to a boil. He gasped, then groaned, then heaved as cum started shooting from his pulsating cock.
He held onto Alice’s ass cheeks, wanting to keep all of his cum inside her for as long as he could. When he finally finished blasting, they fell to the grass in tandem, both of them shuddering.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too, Alice.” Matt turned toward her, and nuzzled his nose in between her breasts. “I’ll be back, and we’ll be married. I never want to live a day without you.”
“A minute without you is hell,” she said. “I promise to love you forever.”
And even though everyone said young love was stupid, and that he’d find plenty of pussy while overseas in the bosom of war, he was right and they were wrong.
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The sound of metal grinding against metal was screaming in Matt’s ears. He snapped his eyes open and spotted flames escaping from the rear rotor blade of his chopper.
Matt looked around, searching for a possible landing spot as he straightened the chopper and realized that perhaps he wasn’t going to die after all.
He pulled as hard as he could on the controls. The chopper hopped and skipped, then landed in a long, thumping glide onto a flat and hard packed surface of the sandy soil.
Matt took a moment to breathe, grateful that the fire which had started at the back of the chopper, had quickly burned to nothing.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a photo.
His beautiful wife and their two remarkable children, signed:
With love, Alice, Jonathan and Susie.
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Home From the War: Going Home
Kirstin Summers loved two things: serving her country and a good fuck with a fat cock inside her. Back home, Kirstin had moved or perhaps more accurately, drifted, from one man to the next, never settling on a special someone to spend more than a month with, let alone the rest of her life.
Her tour was up soon, and she would finally be heading back to Northern California, returning to her small home and two dogs, who where presently being taken care of by her mom. Even though Kirstin was only twenty-one, she’d had a few years to sow her oversized sacks of wild oats before finally signing into the military as a medic.
Kirstin considered going to med school when she returned home, if the timing and money worked in her favor. But for now, she would take things as she always had, day-by-day, if not hour-by-hour.
Kirstin stood in front of her full-length mirror, straightening her hair and blouse, running her hand along the pleats of her skirt, and readying her mind and body for her last night of leave before leaving to go home.
Kirstin had met a few worthy men while serving in the war zone, and had let several of them inside her, but there hadn’t been anyone special. And despite the over-abundance of alpha-males, she had yet to find a single guy that could fuck her silly, which she had thought would have been a sure thing in the military.
Once gone, Kirstin would never return. And before leaving her unit for good, she wanted one final wild night, a night that would stay with her for a long time, if not forever, reminding her of the good times that came with the military, rather than the strobing memories of the wounded and dead going home, but not alive and whole as they and she would have wished it.
Those bad memories were easier to come by, and far harder to forget.
Kirstin took one last look at herself in the mirror and nodded, proud of her fit body and sharp yet attractive features. She spun around, making sure her ass looked good – it did – then saluted herself in the mirror, grabbed her small handbag from the hook by the door, then left her room and headed toward the local bar where she would start her final evening on leave.
She sat alone at the bar for a half hour or so, trying to figure out whether she was more sad than excited, or more excited than sad. Kirstin didn’t just wear her uniform well, she wore it proudly – just as she would until she landed back on U.S. soil, where she would hang it in her closet as an occasional reminder, and remember when.
A tall man entered the bar, just as Kirstin happened to look over toward the door. Something about the man sent her libido into immediate overdrive. It might have been his saunter, or the tailored cut of his charcoal jacket, but it was more likely his height. She wasn’t sure. But she had come to the bar to fuck, and the stranger made her instantly wet.
Her right hand drifted down to her flat belly, then lower. Hidden behind a small table covered with a cloth, no one could see Kirstin sliding her hands under her skirt, then start to touch herself.
Feeling the wet slick of her moistening slit made her even wetter.
The stranger’s eyes carpeted the crowd, but stopped nowhere. Kirstin couldn’t tell if he was looking for someone in particular, or simply prospecting, like she was.
She noticed his civilian clothing – charcoal colored jacket, soft cotton shirt and loose silk blend pants that made her slightly shudder as he crossed the bar toward her. He must’ve had an extremely large cock for it to show from inside his loose fitting dress pants. The outline was large, and like Kirstin’s hand on top of her own pussy, made her wet pussy even wetter.
Kirstin wondered why he was in a dive bar in the middle of a war zone, dressed nicely, and obviously not in the military. She looked away, not wanting to get caught staring, but couldn’t help stealing every possible glance. She pivoted her head, only slightly, and found him looking at her, his gray-blue eyes glinting with pleasure, or maybe mystery. He smiled.
If this was her last night in the war zone, it should definitely be with a man like that. Her heart beat faster, near racing, as he casually strolled toward her table, then stopped a few feet away, looking down at Kirstin from the mountain of his height.
“Seat taken?” he said, smiling wide. His voice was pleasant, with just enough of an accent to color his tone and add another flush to Kirstin’s now soaking wet cunt. Up close he looked older than he did from across the bar, though no less handsome. His face wore a light spray of salt and pepper stubble, that didn’t quite match the black nighttime of his hair, though it did seem to agree with the slight lines crinkling beneath his eyes.
“Nope. It’s all yours if you want it.” Kirstin patted the fake leather beside her. The stranger slipped into the booth.
He sighed, as though he was off of his feet for the first time in his own fair share of forever, and then ran his right hand through his hair. A sudden smile spread across his face, even wider than before. He nodded to the medic’s patches decorating Kirstin’s shirt, and said, “Me too.”
“Medic?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, I’m a doctor, visiting from Austria. On my way home tomorrow.”
The stranger paused for a moment, then looked Kirstin over, starting with her short, dark hair, then quickly moving down to her full breasts and petite figure.
“Me too,” she said, sinking into his gaze like the surface of a scalding bath.
“Bitte?”
“I’m leaving tomorrow, too. Do you live in Austria or are you visiting the U.S.?”
A waitress came to their table, and the stranger ordered a pint of beer. Kirstin said she’d have what he was having, since she already was.
“Actually, thinking about moving to the Bay Area,” he said as the waitress left with their order.
Kirstin felt her hotbox getting hotter. “I live in the Bay Area. You’re going to love it. Our weather’s not quite as amazing as it is a couple of hundred miles south, but everything else is better up north.” She laughed. “NorCal is for living, but SoCal is nice to visit.”
“That’s exactly what I’ve heard,” the stranger said.
Kirstin laughed, then looked into his eyes and said. “What’s your name?”
“Sorry, I’ve forgotten my manners,” he said, offering his hand. “My name is Milo. Milo Walters.”
Kirstin took Milo’s hand, then under the table,
felt his foot and rubbed it against him. “Sorry,” she said. “It’s so dark in here.”
“Don’t worry, and please, don’t move it.” He smiled. “I like it. I’ve been stuck in a backwater for months and I miss a woman’s touch.”
I’d like to touch him all over.
It was her last day, and dreaming definitely wouldn’t hurt. Especially if it turned into a dream come true. There was no better time to let her inhibitions out of the bag than on her final day of duty.
The waitress was back, setting two glasses of beer on the table. She smiled, then left. Kirstin said, “You can sit closer if you want,” and scooted an inch toward him.
Milo met her scoot with one of his own, then tentatively placed his hand on top of hers. After a moment, and seemingly from nowhere, the well dressed stranger leaned over and kissed Kirstin on her mouth.
Kirstin would have happily hopped into bed right then and there, if the table was a mattress, which, of course, it wasn’t and they didn’t.
“Want to go somewhere?” he asked.
Kirstin was thrilled that he asked, and eagerly whispered her yes. He crossed the bar, paid the tab, then returned to their table, taking her hand and gently pulling her outside and into the street.
Milo looked around for a moment, then gestured toward a small nearby park, surrounded by lush trees and other greenery. The evening was warm and the greenbelt inviting. Milo turned to Kirstin with that same perfectly aged smile and said, “It’s the perfect evening to go for a walk. Would you rather join me for a stroll, or would you prefer to go somewhere else a little more exciting?”
“Well, when the evening started all I wanted to do was party, but right now there’s nothing I’d rather do then go for a walk with you.” Kirstin blushed, surprised by how girly she suddenly felt. She took his hand as they crossed the street, and headed toward the park.
When they reached the opposite side, Milo smiled. The lines on his war-weary face lifted, making him look even more handsome. He fished in his pocket, then handed her a card. “Here, before I forget – this is where you can contact me when we both return to California. Just so you know who I am and where I live.”
He put his arm around her as they entered the park, then said, “Kann ich sie wieder, Schätzchen küssen?”
Kirstin looked puzzled.
He leaned down, putting his mouth on her silence. Kirstin’s toes curled. She wanted to get to know him better, but was certainly willing to simply fuck him. She could tell by everything about him – his scent and his walk and the lilt of his voice – he promised to be one of the better fucks of her life, if not the best. And after her years of duty, Kirstin felt she definitely deserved it.
The park was an oasis in the shadows of the evening’s dark. Kirstin stopped when they reached a quiet spot, then pulled him down to a small grassy hill set back from the path.
It was her turn to kiss him, and he, of course, reacted immediately.
Milo muttered something under his breath in German, then pulled Kirstin closer. His entire hot body pressed into her. She felt his already hard cock, muscled chest, and the thick muscles of his legs. She could smell his arousal, and the scent made her head spin.
Kirstin felt like fainting, and thought she actually might, so she crawled on top of Milo as soon as his back slapped the carpet of grass, undid the top three buttons of his soft shirt, and ran her hand across his bare, muscular chest.
Milo caressed her breasts over the top of her blouse, then lifted her shirt so he could feel the warmth of her skin. He smiled, lightly growled, then leaned forward, taking her nipples into his mouth one at a time, celebrating each with his lips and the tip of his tongue.
He pushed her skirt up on her thighs, then unzipping his pants, he gently lifted her body and set her at the tip of his surprisingly large cock. He eased himself inside as the two of them groaned and shuddered in tandem.
After thrusting into Kirstin deeply several times, he picked her up, and laid her on the grass. Rolling over, he arched his body above her and thrust himself inside her, quickly settling into a furious rhythm, before withdrawing once more and sliding down her body.
When his face reached her thighs, he placed his hands under her ass, with his fingers splayed across each of her cheeks, elevated her entire body to his level, and started to slather the length of her body with kisses. He started with the creases between her thighs, then moved down to her lower lips, never showing her any less tenderness than he had when his lips had been fondling her mouth.
He entered her with a stiff tongue, and she screamed from the sudden pleasure. She started thrashing about so much that Milo had to hold her steady to prevent injury. After several long moments of his exquisite torture, Milo released Kirstin. When her body stopped shaking, he entered her again – this time with his cock, starting to thrust with a vacationer’s rhythm, quickly accelerating to a dying man’s frenzy.
Her pussy dripped from excitement as her juices mingled with his.
He cried out, then exploded inside her, spraying hot globs of steaming spunk against her inner walls.
Kirstin screamed, then sank her tiny teeth into his ear lobe as he growled and thrust, continuing to fill her. She couldn’t keep still, and neither could he.
As Milo climaxed, he continued to pound her, as she continued to buck against him. Many men had been inside Kirstin, but none had continued to fuck her after their white hot finale, and none had ever sent her body into such a raging inferno.
She wrapped her legs around Milo’s lean body so she could help him stay inside her as long as he wanted. He returned the favor by pounding her into another set of matching orgasms, then finally collapsed onto the grass, spent, still inside her soaking wet and shaking body.
“Sorry about that,” he whispered, “but you are so beautiful and it’s been such a long time.” He caressed her face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, of course not,” Kirstin said. “That was the most incredible sex I’ve had in a long time, maybe ever. It will be fun getting to know one another better when we get back to California.”
Kirstin felt him wiggle inside her every few minutes as they continued to whisper the moonlight away.
“You have incredible stamina, you know,” she told him.
Kirstin felt him harden at her words, then he slowly resumed his thrusting. This time, he ran his hand over both of her breasts. They felt like a doctor’s hands; healing hands. She hoped they would continue to heal her when she returned to the Bay Area.
She wished she could just take him along with her when she flew back, but knew that even if they both lived in Northern California, the state was long enough to set them miles and hours apart.
She felt another sudden climax brewing from deep inside her, snaking its way through her body – moving from the tips of her toes up through her back until she was rattling against the grass, realizing with an almost overwhelming shock that it was her seventh orgasm that night.
They breathed in tandem as her waves of pleasure slowly receded. Her pussy was so stimulated that her nerves felt raw, almost painful. She looked down, finding it hard to believe the reality in front of her: Milo was hard again.
After a few minutes rest, he stood, then pulled her to her feet and bent her over the back of a park bench so her ass was in the air, then rammed his pipe thick dick inside her as he caressed her ass cheeks with his hands.
He was yelling in German, and though she had no idea what he was saying, she also didn’t care. Milo could have been giving her the recipe for Black Forest Cake for all she knew. Her body heard everything she needed.
Hour after hour he would fill her with his cock, then follow it minutes later with another load of cum. Kirstin was fucked so hard, she couldn’t think straight, nor did she want to.
After fucking for hours, they lay side by side on the grass, completely spent and staring up at the stars.
“Well, I hate to say it but I better get going,” Kirstin turned to Milo. “I h
ave to leave early in the morning, in just another couple of hours.”
Milo turned, looking worried. “You still have my card? Please check because I don’t want to lose track of you.”
Kirstin looked over at her shirt and saw his bright yellow and green card sticking from the pocket. “I have it and I promise to call as soon as I’m settled back at home.”
Milo rose to his feet, then helped her to hers. They slowly dressed, and then walked to the edge of the park. Kirstin watched him walk away after a lingering kiss.
She loved two things: serving her country and a good fuck, with a fat cock inside her. Though she had spent her life drifting from one man to the next, never settling on a special someone to spend more than a month with, let alone the rest of her life, Kirstin knew in her quickly pounding heart that her last day of war had finally given her someone to spend the rest of her life with.
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Home From the War: Home From War and Horny
Chris and Sarah had been talking through Skype and texting nearly every day for months. And after half of a way-too-fucking long half of a goddamn year, he was finally getting to see her—the most gorgeous swan to come from an ugly duckling Chris had ever seen.
In high school Sarah was a PC, now she was a Mac, with sleek lines and all the best features. He hadn’t seen her up close in years, but her avatar on Skype sizzled louder than a steak, and he’d jerked off to her pictures on Facebook more times than he could count. There was one pic of her in a bikini, taken the Fourth of July before last, where she was turned from the camera with her braided fingers meeting the underside of a volleyball. Her right tit is nearly falling from the bikini in the shot and her legs looked like they should charge for staring.
That one pic had Chris practically gluing his hand shut. It was amazing she had a kid.
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