Message-ID: <7463eli$9801181716@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Tom Subject: A SOLDIER'S STORY (M/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tje@mail.nls.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <01002209329404@nls.net> A SOLDIER BOY I had six months more to serve in my enlistment, and then I would be free of the USAF, after four years of service, including a particularly dramatic year in Korea, during the war. The war was over, but they would not let us free. I had been trained as a high speed radio operator, but I found myself pulling KP half the week after the war ended.. Then the powers that be decided to use me as I had been trained, and I was sent to Clovis, New Mexico for large scale manoeuvres, during which I heard the death of a pilot as his jet crashed.. Perhaps it occured as it did in Korea, when three planes buzzed our mountain radar site, one plane pulling up into the propeller of the one behind, clipping off his tail. I watched it in horror. The plane fell to the ground. We later collected the body parts of the pilot, whose plane had struck a bolder. Most of him was still mushed in his flight suit. I was a war veteran, but I was still just twenty years old, unable, in most states, to buy a drink. But I was a drinker, although not a boozer. In New Mexico we swallowed stuff from the other side of the border that I was convinced was distilled halitosis. Off shift it was just boring. Clovis was several miles away, and I hitch hiked there most nights to eat chile and drink a bit. One night, outside the base, where I was hitch hiking on the highway, a car pulled up and I got in. The driver was a woman, perhaps thirty years old. She was kind of pretty, but not much. She seemed old to me. As we drove to Clovis she talked to me about her husband, who was stationed in Germany. She told me how much she missed him. She told me how much she missed having sex with him. She looked at me in the face and smiled gently, and I knew what she had in mind. I had never had a girl freely. All the girls that I had fucked had been whores, since I squandered my virginity in Neuvo Loredo at age seventeen She told me that her name was Marsha. She looked at my young, pretty face, and I worried that she would drive off the road. I had been a very pretty boy at fourteen and still was at twenty, although by then I had grown a bit of body hair. I did not look like a man who had been through the war. I still looked like a kid, although I knew that I was a man, a man who had lost three friends in Korea.. I resented her somehow, but I wanted to fuck her, if that was what she had in mind.. I had not fucked in a long time. It seemed that money was indispensible, either to pay for a date or to pay for a whore. I never had money. In Korea it had been better, where we could hire twelve year olds with Korean ass wipe currency. Marsha placed her hand on my thigh, high up near my groin., as we drove to Clovis. I grasped her intruding hand and pulled it to my crotch. I looked at her and saw her smile, as she fondled my hard cock beneath my jeans. She then talked about her husband, how largely he was endowed, how she missed the thickness inside of him. I thought that there was no way that I could avoid fucking that woman before long. Before we reached the outskirts of town, she pulled the car off the highway onto a dirt track which went into the desert and ended behind a high outcrop of rock. I immediately knew what the game was, and I was ready, eager, to play my part. Marsha pushed the front seat back and we clutched at each other. She had more flesh than I preferred, although she wasn't really fat Her aroma was of cheap perfume and body odor. She slobbered as she kissed me, and I kissed back, knowing that I had to do, if I was to get into her pants. I felt a tit and found it too large for my hand. I preferred sleek girls. The back seat of her car was smaller than the front, so we had to finese the steering wheel. We would have done outside, on the sand, if it wern't for the danger of scorpions and rattle snakes. Marsha pulled off her underpants and I pushed down my jeans and scivies. She liked my cock. She played with it and complemented me on it. She sucked on it for a while, not really arousing me, because her teeth scraped my shaft I thought that I should finger her, to get her in the mood, but she came up from my cock and told me to fuck her. We squirmed and twisted on the front seat of her car, opening one door to get more space. I got myself between her fleshy thighs, which were warm and moist, and pushed my cock into her. She was not at all tight. She later told me that she had three kids. I fucked her and she enjoyed it. She had a orgasm, which I could tell from a sudden tensing of her body and a quick gasp. It took me longer, because I was not inspired. But I finally came, and it felt as good as ever. Afterwards we promised to meet that weekend. We did, and we fucked in a motel room which she paid for. We fucked naked, and her body was not to my liking. I learned later that she was forty six years old. She looked like a hunk of blubber with fat thighs and a bulging stomach. Her breasts spread across her chest. If she had a snaggled tooth, which she didn't, you would get the image. Still, she gave me relief, for which I was thankful. That was the first piece of ass which I didn't pay for. The next one, back at Pope AFB, gave the clap. A soldier's life is not easy. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |