“Can you rinse me off?” I asked.
“Yeah sure.”
I handed him the washcloth and he wet it. There was just the material of the washcloth between his hand and my pussy. As he rinsed it off, he slowly ran the cloth up my slit. I felt him push in a bit as he made sure to get any residual cream off of my region.
I couldn’t help but moan when he ran the cloth over my clit. “Oh that feels so good.”
I bit my lip and laid my head back against the wall and spread my legs even wider. “Did you get all the shaving cream off?” I asked, my eyes closed.
The next thing I felt was his finger, no wash cloth as it ran over my slit. One of his fingers slid into my pussy. He moved it in and out of me. I had to move my hips to get his finger deeper inside of me.
“It looks good enough to eat.” I heard him whisper.
“Do you want to?” I asked as I opened my eyes and looked straight at him.
“Not in here though. Let’s go to my room.” He helped me out of the tub. I swear I could hear my pussy juices squishing as I walked behind him to his room.
He didn’t waste any time once we were in the room. “Lay down on my bed. Have you ever been with another boy before? Do you know anything about sex?” He asked me.
“I’ve only kissed a boy before. No one but you has ever touched me down there though. But it felt really good and I don’t want you to stop.” I told him.
Hunter got a lustful look in his eyes. He undressed the rest of the way and I saw that his dick was rock hard, and quite large. Now I had never seen a real live cock in person. I’ve seen them in books and on videos, but this was up close and person. “Can I touch it?” I asked.
“Not yet, first I want to taste you.” He answered and lowered his head between my legs.
I felt his tongue lick up my pussy lips and him suck on my clit. He took it into his mouth and I felt his teeth scrap over it lightly. I yelped out in pure pleasure at the feeling.
Hunter grabbed me by legs and held me down as he attacked my pussy and made love to me with his mouth. He twirled his tongue over my clit in different patterns and soon I felt something building inside of me.
Now I had masturbated in the past, I already told you that. But let me tell you that orgasm was nothing compared to the one that Hunter was building up in my body.
I felt my legs tremble as the first shakes of the orgasm overcame me. I yelled out, “Oh Hunter, oh yes fuck me with your tongue. I love it, don’t ever stop.”
I heard a light rumble of laughter coming from him as he continued to lap up my flowing juices.
As he lifted his head from between my legs he came up and gave me a deep kiss. “That’s what you taste like, it is delicious.” He ran his tongue over mine and I felt the weight of his body on top of me.
“Can I touch you now?” I whispered.
“Yes you can, but not too much or I’ll cum too quickly. I would love to fuck you, but I don’t know about it. Since you haven’t had sex before, and I don’t have any condoms with me. I mean hell I wasn’t expecting to come home and need them.” He rambled a bit.
“I don’t mind about the condoms, I’m on the pill. Mom said even though I’m not having sex she wanted me taking them.” I explained to him.
He lay back and said, “Okay so have you ever played with a dick before?”
“Of course not silly, this is the first one I’ve ever seen.” I laughed.
“Well just.” He began to say but stopped as I covered his dick with my mouth and slid it down his shaft. I felt his hand grab my hair. “Damn are you sure you’ve never done this before?” He moaned.
“Nope I’ve just watched videos.” I smiled up at him and went back to sucking on his cock.
He moaned again loudly and then grabbed me. “Look you’re great at that, but if you want to fuck, we have to stop, or you’ll make me shoot in your mouth.”
Hunter rolled me over on the bed and kissed me again. He ran one of his fingers down over my pussy again and clasped my clit between a finger and his thumb. He rubbed it around and I jumped in response.
“Please Hunter put your cock in me.” I pleaded.
“Are you sure?” He teased.
“Yes please.”
He slowly entered my pussy and worked his way in gently. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He explained.
I nodded my head in understanding. Then he bent down and took one of my nipples in his mouth and all thought was out. All I could feel was his mouth and his tongue as it worked my nipple into a hard little nub. I felt his cock as it pummeled into me, he had now sped up quick a bit.
I moved my hips up to meet his thrusts. I raked my fingers on his back and cried out as he brought me to another climax. “Oh Hunter, oh please, I love this, don’t stop. Fuck me harder.” I yelled out.
He gladly sped up and I could feel him getting closer to his own release. As he yelled out my name I felt his cock jump inside of me and his sperm coat my pussy walls.
Hunter rolled off of me after a few seconds and kissed the top of my head. “Man Sue, what the hell?”
I looked over at him and smiled. “You know I’ve had a crush on you for so long.”
“Yeah I could tell, you would always turn red when I would complement you.” He laughed.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked.
“Sue I think your gorgeous. I just feel bad about taking your virginity though. I mean that should be left for a special guy.” He stated.
“Hunter you are special. Remember when I was 8 and you came to my rescue outside.”
“Yeah with that bully next door. Hey whatever happened to him?” He asked.
“I heard he went to jail for robbery.”
Hunter laughed, “I guess I was right about him and you as well. I told him you would be hot as hell. I just didn’t know I would be able to fuck you. I mean shit at that age, I would never have considered it. But Sue, you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.”
“Hunter can we do this again?” I asked him. “I would really like too and you are the first guy I’ve slept with. I mean if nothing else you could teach me all I need to know about sex.”
He looked over at me and pulled my hand towards his crotch. I felt his dick, it had grown hard once more. “Does that answer your question?”
STORY FORTY-SIX
Chapter 1
It was a quiet sort of night. My fingers slid lazily up and down the stem of my wine glass, prosecco getting warm as I kept myself occupied watching my fellow patrons. No one terribly interesting was there, and to be frank, the whole night felt like a waste of lip gloss. A blond ringlet fell out from behind my ear, and I let it rest on my cheek.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
The voice came from behind me, and I turned my blue eyes up to the source. He was older, probably about forty, all gray stubble and laugh lines. His suit looked like it cost more than my rent. I quickly glanced over his hands. They were smooth. No wedding ring; that was a plus, but it still wasn’t enough.
“I’m good here, but thanks.” He sat down anyway, and I turned slightly to better face him. “What is it you do, stranger?”
He grinned, and I found myself becoming uncomfortable. “Lawyer,” he said, holding up a finger towards the bartender. The bartender set a scotch and soda in front of him as he kept talking. “My name’s Tom. I work with a small firm around the corner. Harris and Mueller. You know it?”
I shook my head, finger sliding around the rim of my glass. “My dad was a lawyer,” I lied, the words coming quickly. “If you’re looking to get lucky, you should try someone else.”
“Hey now, that’s not very friendly,” the man continued, putting a hand on my lower back. “You should just relax, you know? Let’s get to know each other a little better.”
“I’m fine, thanks,” I say, pushing his arm away.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” he said, his hand grabbing at my thigh.
“Excuse me,” another voice said. Tom a
nd I both looked up to see another man grab Tom’s wrist and pull it away from me. “I think it’d be best if you let the lady enjoy her drink in peace.” His dark eyebrows knitted together between his brown eyes, and made him look incredibly intimidating. His biceps bulged out of the sleeves of his green tee shirt, a shirt that stretched across what I imagined to be a very firm chest.
I gave the muscular man a grateful look as Tom pulled his hand away with a muttered, “Jesus. Lighten up, man.” He took the hint though, leaving without so much as another glance my way.
“Thanks,” I said as soon as Tom was out of earshot. “Pull up a stool. Let me buy you a drink or something.” I wasn’t much for being “rescued,” but it didn’t mean that I didn’t know how to be grateful.
“Nah, don’t mention it. I have to get back to my buddies—” He pointed over to a table, but it was empty. Instead, its two former occupants came up to join us.
“Well, hello there,” one of them said. He had slightly darker skin, and a slant to his eyes that suggested that at least one of his parents was East Asian, and he had the black hair to match it. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just shy. He’s been staring at you since you walked in and would love you to buy him a drink.”
The other, a slightly taller ginger with freckles peppered across his nose, nodded, a huge grin crossing his face. He pushed the brown-eyed man into the seat next to me. “We wouldn’t mind a bit of company and conversation ourselves.” The matching musculature and closely cropped hair gave me my final clue.
“Military boys, eh?” I said, turning to the first one, my hero. “So what branch do you boys ride with? Army?”
“Airforce,” he answered, face red. “I’m Ethan. This asshole is Lee,” he said, giving the Asian a light punch, “and the gingernut’s name is Clayton.”
Clayton took a seat next to Ethan, and Lee sat down next to me.
“I’m Hayley,” I said, taking a sip of my prosecco. “Now, forgive me, fly boys, but you all look like you’re barely out of basic training. You can’t tell me that you’ve actually seen any action.”
The three of them exchanged a look that I couldn’t quite understand.
“You know, we just want to enjoy our leave. Let’s not talk about anything to serious,” Lee said, the mirth from a few moments before slipping from his face.
“Yeah,” Clayton said, taking a gulp of his beer. “Things over there aren’t too great. But we were definitely stationed for a while. I fly helo…er, that’s “helicopter” for you, and these two sons of bitches are the two shittiest jet pilots on the force.”
“Oh, shut your glory hole,” Ethan said, shoving his friend playfully. Like that, the mood returned to its earlier light camaraderie. “What about you, Hayley? What do you do?”
I laughed lightly. “Nothing, at the moment. Mostly get hit on by skeevy married guys in shitty bars like this one. No offense!” I added as the bartender raised an eyebrow at me. I felt my face redden as the boys all laughed at me.
“Aw, come on though. There’s gotta’ be something that you like to do,” Lee pressed, leaning an elbow against the bar.
“Well, I do like photography,” I admitted shyly. “I’m not very good at it, but I like taking pictures.”
“What sort of pictures?”
I found myself telling these men all kinds of stories about my days in art school, about struggling to make a living, having to move back to my parents’ place for a time, finally finding a shitty little apartment to call my own. And not once did any of them appear bored. They were engaged, asking questions and actually listening to the answers. It was refreshing in a way I didn’t expect. I supposed that after however long away from home, it was good for them to have what I would consider just to be an everyday conversation. Their small talk must be completely different. Everything I knew about the military came from TV and the movies, but it seemed like simple enough logic. Every fighter needs to be reminded about what they’re fighting for from time to time.
As I laughed and chatted, switched to drinking beer, I started to formulate a plan. These were military men on leave, and they deserved to have a good time. It wasn’t the rippling muscles, though I had to admit that they helped me make up my mind, it was something else. Maybe I was just letting my hormones steer my thoughts, or maybe it was some part of me suggesting that it was my patriotic duty, but I definitely made up my mind that I was going to be taking at least one of these fly boys to my bed.
I liked Ethan’s smile the best. He had that strong jaw line that women go crazy for, high cheekbones, and a kind glint to his eye. Lee had amazingly smooth-looking skin, and I found myself wanting to feel it slide against mine. Clayton, though, he had long, slender fingers. They looked like they knew their way around a woman’s body. I was feeling warm already from the alcohol, but the thought of offering my bed to any of these men had my skin tingling. Finally, after the conversation came to a small lull, I couldn’t resist it anymore. I had to make an offer, had to take a shot and see how far it went.
“All right boys, it’s getting pretty late,” I said, tongue finding the corner of my mouth.
“I know, I know,” Ethan said, sighing. “We had a good time. A bunch of laughs. We should do it again sometime.”
“Actually, I was thinking…” My throat felt tight as everyone watched me closely. They were hanging on my words. “We should go back to my place. See where the night takes us.”
I had picked up men before, but never three at once. I felt my palms start to sweat and I hastily wiped them on my skirt. I savored the anticipation of the moment, that brief pause as they tried to understand what I was offering.
“Yeah, sure. Sounds like a good time,” Clayton said. So maybe they still didn’t get the hint. Well, it didn’t really matter. They would figure it out soon enough.
Chapter 2
I paid off my tab and walked uneasily to my car. “You boys follow me now, okay?” I called out. I fumbled to unlock my door and dropped my keys on the ground. I stooped to pick them up, but Ethan beat me to it.
“How about you let me drive, okay?” he said, a laugh behind his smile.
“No, that’s not really…” I felt my body sway to the side as I reached out for him to give back my keys and sighed. “Yeah, I see what you mean. Go ahead.”
I walked around and got in the passenger side as Ethan fiddled with the driver’s seat and mirrors. “So where are we headed?” he asked once he was through.
I pointed off to the left. “It isn’t far,” I told him, my voice feeling small, sounding like it was coming from far away. He pulled the car out onto the road, the other boys following in Lee’s truck.
“So um,” he cleared his throat and started again. “So the three of us were wondering…I mean, once we get back to yours, was there anything specific that you were planning to do?”
“I was trying not to think too hard about it,” I admitted, face turning roughly the same color as a plate of cooked beets. “Ah, take a right at the light.”
“You seem to be blushing a lot for someone not thinking too hard,” Ethan teased, glancing over to smirk at me in the low light from the scattered street lights.
“As if you could tell if I’m blushing,” I mumbled.
“No, not here. Earlier, at the bar.” I pointed the direction and Ethan complied. “Don’t worry, it’s not like I have any expectations of anything, I just want to know if there are any expectations on your end.”
I ran my tongue over my teeth, and took a deep breath. “I was just kind of thinking that it would be good to, well,” I let out a sigh, bringing a hand up to cup my neck, “good to remind you boys what you’re fighting for. What’s waiting back home, you know?” Saying the words, I felt a bit silly, but I also felt a wave of relief wash over me.
“What we’re fighting for,” Ethan repeated with a small chuckle. “You really are something else.”
“That’s my place,” I murmured, pointing to a building up on the right. “I’m on the second f
loor.”
Ethan parked by the stairs, and Lee’s truck pulled into the lot. As Lee and Clayton got out of the truck, I saw Ethan give them a distinct nod, and I smiled to myself.
“Come along boys,” I said, grabbing Ethan’s hand and pulling him towards the building. “You still have my keys,” I told him as we got to the door. He laughed and handed them over, and I was quick to get it open. We were barely inside before I lost all of the confidence I had built up.
“Can I get you boys something to drink?” I asked as the door swung shut behind Clayton.
“I think we’ve all had plenty,” Lee said, his voice low and I’m sure it was meant to be soothing, but it sent my heart racing.
“These walls of yours look pretty thin,” Clayton noted, walking around the small living room. There wasn’t much more to it than the couch and the old TV I’d taken from my parents’ house. “Maybe you want to put on some music?”
I looked at each of them in turn, and sighed a little bit. Without any amount of preamble, I raised my shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground. My blond curls hung loose against the bare skin of my back, tickling me above the clasp of my bright red bra. My face must have been close to the same color as I said, “Let them listen. I don’t care who hears.” I let my skirt fall to the floor to reveal a matching red thong. “Unless you didn’t want to hear each other. I could do you all separate if you want, but…” I let the thought trail off, too embarrassed to admit that the thought of taking all three at the same time sent such a thrill through my body, straight to my pussy. My clit was already swollen and throbbing with anticipation.
Lee laughed at the suggestion, though. “Don’t worry about that. We gave up pretty much every scrap of privacy during basic. We don’t really have any reservations about that sort of thing anymore.” He let his words trail off as he looked at my body. They were all looking. I felt like I was on display, felt their stares trace over all the planes of my figure. I relished it, bathed in their glances. I could almost feel their gazes touch me.
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