The Breeding Bundle, Vol. II

by Natalia Darque

  He finally managed to put his hand out to offer an introduction.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Ilse.” She took his hand. Her skin was soft and warm, and still held traces of the suntan lotion she had applied to herself.

  “So this is my prom date?” Ilse said, turning to Missy. Her voice was soft and feminine, and she spoke with a distinct British-sounding accent. He knew from his experiences with English speaking Germans, that most learn to speak British English, rather than American English, and normally pick up the corresponding accent.

  “Yeah! What do you think?” Missy asked shamelessly.

  Ilse looked back at Bob, still holding his hand.

  “Oh, he’ll do,” Ilse said softly. She smiled broadly at Bob. Her smile was gleaming and perfect. Bob felt his cock stir for the first time in months.

  Chapter Six

  Bob looked in the mirror as he changed into his swimsuit. The bruise on the right side of his chest was still deep purple and livid. However, around the edges it was finally starting to turn different shades of green and yellow, indicating that it was starting to slowly fade.

  At the hospital at Kandahar Air Base, he was diagnosed and treated for the broken ribs. His doctor came in on the second day there and made a stunning offer.

  “LT McCandless, it’s no secret that we really can’t do much with broken ribs except have you take it easy for a while. I talked to your commander, and since you were just about to get your two-week mid tour R&R anyway, I suggested that we send you home on convalescent leave for 30 days. He agreed.”

  Bob had just looked him in stunned silence.

  “Now of course, if you would rather stay here and enjoy our luxurious accommodations at the Kandahar Hilton, you’re welcome to stay.”

  “No sir,” Bob had answered quickly. “30 days leave sounds like a plan to me.”

  Two hours later, he was on a C-17 transport plane headed to Wiesbaden, Germany. A couple of more days of hopping from plane to plane, and he had ended up at D/FW International, where his dad picked him up.

  Now, he was going to get into a swimming pool, when just a few days before he had been in a desert getting shot at.

  And that Ilse girl…

  “Holy shit!” He thought to himself. His dad actually trusted him with her. That was the part of the burden he hoped he was up to.

  For months in Afghanistan, he just had to keep sex out of his mind. It’s not like of those burka-wearing women were available. Even if you did manage to get an Afghan woman into bed, it was a sure invitation for an ass-whipping at the least, and more likely an honor killing for both you and the woman.

  His troops amused him with their conversations about sex. They referred to a deadly disease that all of them suffered from. They used the acronym DSB for it. It stood for Deadly Sperm Buildup. They also talked about a blindness condition that all of them claimed to be victims of. It was called “Whiteout.” This occurred when so much sperm built up in you, that it filled you to eye level.

  Bob’s brief meeting with Ilse left him painfully aware that he suffered from a terrible case of Deadly Sperm Buildup, and was nearing a severe case of Whiteout. Of course, he would love it if Ilse could cure him of both conditions, but his dad had made it pretty clear the girl was off limits.

  He just hoped he had the fortitude to withstand the temptation, because she was tempting indeed.

  He left the guest room and went back out on the deck. The whole family was out by the pool now. His dad was grilling burgers, which meant that they would be the usual “Bill McCandless Specials,” which meant charred black on the outside, nearly raw in the middle and generally speaking, inedible for most people. Bob licked his lips with anticipation.

  The girls were back to sunning themselves. Bob saw the lounge chair next to Ilse was vacant, so he plopped down into it.

  “Is that where you were wounded?” she asked, her voice sounding for all the world like a Brit. She was staring at the livid football-sized bruise on his chest.

  “Yeah, it is. Hey, your English is really good!” He complimented her, hoping to change the subject.

  “Thank you.”

  “Ich spreche ein wenig Deutsch, aber es ist sehr schlecht, he told her in German. (I speak a little German, but it is very bad)

  “Nein! Sie sprechen gut Deutsch! (You speak German well)

  “I can also ask for a beer and where the toilet is, I’ll have you know,” he said with a smile. She laughed at him.

  “I went to Germany for a couple of training assignments while I was at West Point. And I took German in high school, but I remember so little of it.”

  “Perhaps I can help you some with it, if you would like.”

  “Yeah, that would be great.”

  Bob looked at the German girl. He was terribly attracted to her, despite her age. She was six years his junior, and the same age as the little sister he always called “Squirt.” But he didn’t give a damn. She was beautiful, exotic and charming as hell. He knew he wanted her badly.

  And he knew that his dad asking him to take her to a prom was like putting a fox in charge of the henhouse, just as he had said.

  “Down boy!” he thought as his cock stirred to life and swelled slightly just at the sight of her gorgeous body and beautiful smile.

  Chapter Seven

  Bob waited at the bottom of the stairs for Ilse on the night of the prom. He was wearing his Army Officer’s Mess Dress Blue Uniform. It featured a short navy blue waist coat and the trousers of a lighter shade of blue with a two-inch wide gold stripe down the leg. The chest of his uniform was filled with the medals and decorations he had received during his short service, but still made a resplendent array.

  His mom and dad were standing next to him. Missy’s date had arrived earlier in a limo and picked her up. After the customary snapping of thousands of pictures like Japanese tourists, she had been mercifully allowed to depart.

  “Bob, I decided you need a better ride than the your mom’s Lincoln,” Bob looked over at his dad. He was holding up the keys to the Shelby. Bob grinned.

  “You’re kidding.”

  “No, son.” His dad told him. “Take it. Have a good time. Just one piece of advice.”

  What’s that?”

  “Keep it on that black shit between the trees,” his dad said with a laugh.

  “Bill!” his mother scolded.

  “Oh, and there she is!” his dad said, looking up at the top of the stairs.

  Bob looked up, and was stunned at what he saw. Ilse was delicately walking down the stairs. Her long blonde hair hung straight down, perfectly straightened and prepared. She was wearing a powder blue evening dress that went nearly to the floor. It clung to her lithe, athletic body, showing off every one of her amazing assets. She was simply stunning. His cock twitched to life at the mere sight of her.

  She arrived at the bottom of the steps and looked up at Bob.

  “You look magnificent in your uniform,” she said, her admiration clearly evident in her voice. “I will definitely have the coolest date at the prom!”

  “You’re absolutely stunning,” he told her, having to struggle to frame his response. “I’ll definitely have the most beautiful date.”

  His parents then set about taking the customary thousands of pictures, until finally their faces, nearly paralyzed from smiling, were in danger of giving out from the strain.

  “OK, we’ll be back later,” Bob finally told his parents, giving them the hint that the picture taking needed to stop.

  “You two have a good time,” Bob’s dad told them.

  “Oh, we will!” Ilse said, her British-sounding accent stronger than usual.

  Bob offered his arm to Ilse and escorted her out of the house to the Shelby Cobra. He opened the passenger door for her.

  “Your dad’s letting you drive the Cobra?” Ilse asked in surprise.

  “Yeah, ain’t that something?” Bob laughed.

  “Yeah! This is much better than a silly limo. Everyone use
s limos. I’ll be the only girl getting delivered in a car that can go 155 miles per hour!” Ilse giggled in her excitement.

  Bob closed the door for her, then walked around the car and got in. He looked over at Ilse. She was looking at him intently.

  “Bobby, thanks for taking me to the prom,” she told him, her voice soft and delicate.

  “Oh, the pleasure’s mine,” Bob smiled as he looked back at her.

  Ilse leaned forward quickly and gently kissed him on the lips. It was fast, and almost chaste, but Bob felt a surge of energy go through him at the contact between them. He knew his dad’s plan to provide Ilse with a safe date was rapidly going to shit.

  The drive to the prom, which was held at the event center at the Texas Motor Speedway took well over 30 minutes, since Bob refrained from driving the Cobra at its maximum speed. He arrived at the facility, and got a valet to park the car. The other high school kids arriving ogled the Cobra as they pulled up, and then began ostentatiously pointing at Bob when he got out of the Cobra wearing his Mess Dress uniform. They really began ogling when he opened the door for Ilse and she climbed out of the car. Bob was delighted to be in public, even at a high school prom, with a girl as beautiful as she was.

  Entering the hall where the prom was being held, he could tell that they had created quite a buzz. He saw people pointing at them and holding hushed conversations. He delighted in being the center of attention, knowing that he was not only making Ilse’s night, but the rest of her school year.

  For much of the night, Bob and Ilse were approached by some of the braver students, and many of the teachers and administrators of the school. They thanked him for his service, and welcomed him to their prom. He graciously thanked them for allowing him to join them. Ilse smiled proudly at him the whole night, and openly delighted in the attention he was receiving.

  Bob, because of his still-sore ribs, didn’t offer to dance during any of the fast songs, as the gyrations needed to look good would have caused him to pass out from the pain. Instead, he waited until a nice slow song came on. All of the couples began to slow dance.

  “May I have this dance?” he asked Ilse.

  “Yes, you may,” she responded.

  He led her by the hand to the dance floor and took her in his arms. They began to slowly sway in time to the music. He took in her fresh scent, made more seductive by the perfume she was wearing. Her smell was intoxicating, as were her piercing blue eyes which were boring into him. She looked intently at him and smiled.

  “Are you having a good time?” he asked her.

  “I could have a good time anywhere that I was with you,” she said softly.

  Bob pulled her closer. Her abdomen made light contact with his crotch. Embarrassingly, he felt the beginnings of his arousal, and the inevitable physical reaction occurred. Thankfully, the dim light in the room made it impossible for anyone to see his obviously blushing cheeks.

  Ilse, rather than shrink away from his aroused flesh, actually pushed herself tighter against him. Mortified, he felt his cock continuing to swell.

  Ilse pulled her face slightly away from his so that she could look him in the eyes. She looked intently at him as they danced with his hardened cock sandwiched between their bodies.

  “If you’re embarrassed, don’t be. I understand that is an involuntary reaction,” Ilse said.

  Bob said nothing, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

  “It feels nice actually,” she pulled him close and whispered in his ear.

  Bob gulped nervously. He was rapidly losing the ability to control himself.

  “I’m ready to go home whenever you are,” she whispered, still close to his ear. He could hear the soft sound of her delicate breaths.

  “It is after one o’clock,” he told her.

  “Yes, I’m tired,” she told him.

  “OK, let me take you home then,” Bob took her by the hand, led her back to their table, where they gathered their things, and told Missy and her date goodbye. He led her out of the prom, bidding farewell to the people he had spoken to earlier when he saw them.

  Outside, he tipped the valet when the Cobra pulled up, and opened the door for Ilse. She climbed in, gathering her skirt as she went. He closed the door, and got in on the other side.

  Inside the car, he punched the accelerator and left the prom amidst a cacophony of squealing wheels and the roaring 550 horsepower engine. Ilse giggled in delight at Bob’s exhibition. Bob laughed.

  They drove home mostly in silence. Bob was still mortified over his dance floor erection, and the discovery of it by Ilse. He was still at a loss for words.

  Finally, he pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. He reached for the door handle.

  “Bobby, wait,” Ilse said. Bob turned back and faced her.

  “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she told him softly.

  “You’re welcome.”

  She leaned forward and kissed him again. This time, however, Ilse wasn’t giving him a chaste innocent kiss. It was prolonged, yet still tender. She broke contact very briefly, and pressed her lips against his again, this time more urgently. He felt her lips part, and then felt her tongue contact his lips.

  He reciprocated, seeking her tongue with his. He felt a surge of energy go through him, fueled by her sensuous touch. She continued to kiss him, gaining urgency the longer they kissed.

  He thought of his father. He was entrusted with this beautiful girl, and he was completely blowing it.

  He broke contact. He pushed Ilse gently away.

  “Ilse, I can’t,” he barely managed to croak out.

  “Why not? I know you find me attractive,” Ilse said, smiling at him, the low light gleaming off of her dazzling white teeth. She was obviously referring to his raging hard-on during the prom.

  “No, it’s not that. I’m supposed to look after you. I shouldn’t take advantage of the situation. My dad would be furious if I did anything with you.”

  “Oh,” Ilse looked down, dejected.

  “I’m sorry,” Bob told her.

  “It’s OK,” Ilse said quietly.

  Bob opened the door of the Cobra, got out and then opened the passenger door for Ilse. She climbed out and he offered his arm to lead her to the door. The door was unlocked. His parents were still in the living room.

  “Did you kids have a good time?” His dad asked, looking up from the magazine he was reading. His mom was asleep on the couch, an empty wine glass on the end table next to her.

  “Oh yes, Colonel McCandless! It was wonderful!” Ilse gushed.

  “That’s great, Ilse. Did Bobby behave himself?” Bob’s dad asked jokingly.

  Ilse looked up at him, and then back at his dad.

  “Oh yes, sir. He was a perfect gentleman.”

  “Well, that’s a surprise,” Bob’s dad said, laughing. “The McCandless’ don’t have the greatest reputation for their behavior around beautiful women.”

  “You have no fucking idea how true that is,” Bob thought to himself. He thought about his sordid thoughts about what he wanted to do to Ilse. About his raging hard-on on the dance floor, and especially how Ilse didn’t even seemed bothered by it, but rather relished in it.

  He looked back at Ilse, and realized he had never wanted a woman this badly in his life.

  And he was clearly expected not to touch her.

  Chapter Eight

  After saying their good nights, Ilse and Bob went up to their respective bedrooms. Bob’s dad gathered up his mom and headed to their master bedroom on the other side of the large house. Bob undressed and climbed naked into bed, tired from the long day, but distracted by thoughts of Ilse that kept him awake for some time before he finally dozed off in a fitful sleep. He dreamed of the firefight in Afghanistan during which he had been wounded.

  During the night, he sensed something amiss, and instinctively reached for the corner of his army cot where his Beretta M9 always rested while he slept. His hand came down on an empty mattress. Sitting bolt
upright, he sensed someone standing by him in the darkness. He then realized he was not in a bunker in Afghanistan, but in his parent’s home in Texas.

  He made out the form of a woman standing before him. Even in the dim light, he could see it was Ilse.

  “Ilse?” his voice was groggy from being asleep.

  Ilse didn’t say a word. He saw her untie a knot at her waist and open the robe she was wearing. She slid the robe down off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was standing before him, stark naked. He looked at her amazing body in wonder.

  She took a step forward, and tenderly placed a hand in the center of his chest. She gently pushed back on him, signaling that she wanted him to lay down in the bed. He did so. She climbed in next to him. Her lips pressed against his again, urgently kissing him.

  “Ilse, I can’t. I shouldn’t!” He told her, after breaking contact with her lips.

  She kissed him again. Her tongue sought out his. He reciprocated, knowing that he was losing control.

  She kissed along his face, found his ear, and began tenderly kissing his earlobe.

  “I want you!” she hissed in his ear.

  His resolve crumbled. He began kissing his way down her body. He stopped at her incredible firm, young breasts, covering them with kisses, and sucking on her hardened nipples. She moaned in delight as he worshipped her breasts.

  After a few minutes, he kissed his way further south, finally stopping at her smoothly shaved pussy. He found her wet slit with his tongue, and began licking and laving up and down. She squirmed at the sensations he was delivering to her. He found her wet entrance, and probed it with his tongue, causing her to squeal.

  “Be quiet, or we’ll wake my parents up!” he whispered. She clamped a hand over her mouth as he returned to licking her pussy.

  He found her engorged clit and began licking it, making deliberate strokes back and forth across it as Ilse squirmed in delight. Her hips began to make thrusting movements as he licked her.