As her moans became louder, I became more excited. I looked down at her beautiful ass, bouncing against my dick as I pounded her pussy. I moved one hand up her back, slowly. She shuddered as I passed the small of her back, and I eventually ended up holding onto one of her shoulders.
Her eyes rolled into her head before she closed them. "I'm gonna cum," she said, her mouth dropping slightly.
I grabbed her hair and pulled back, and she cried out. "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked between clenched teeth.
"Cum in me. Cum in my pussy," she said, practically a whisper.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you," I said. This was like my fantasy, except for in front of a fireplace, it was right next to my beautiful Chevy truck. My dreams came true.
"Cum in my pussy, please!" she cried out.
Mike laughed behind me. "You better give her what she wants!"
I had every intention of doing so. As I felt her muscles tense, I thrust hard within her. I watched her tits bounce, her ass bounce, and her hair wave through the air. As her pussy clenched, I felt the first wave of sperm leave me. Her cervix opened, allowing my seed to travel deep inside of her. Her cries of orgasm intensified as she realized I was filling her. I could feel her pussy sucking on my cock, milking it, taking every bit of me that it could. I spurted again and again inside of her, using her body for my own pleasure.
As soon as her orgasm was over, she collapsed against the truck. Her legs began to shake, exhausted from spending the day skating around and now being used the way she was. I pulled out, and again, an explosion of semen came from inside her, splashing into her jeans. She looked grossed out for a moment, then looked back at me and smiled. She pulled her shorts up, then found her bra and shirt and put those on too. She took one last look at me, then skated away.
"Are those burgers in your car? I'm fucking starved, dude," Mike said as he pushed past me.
So that was what happened three months ago. I had seen her a couple times since then, but she just smiled at me and took my order as usual. Neither of us brought up what had happened. I was sure there would never be a repeat. Mike of course told the entire work crew, and I just made the jerkoff sign. Who knows if they believe him or not?
They'll believe him soon enough. For lunch today I stopped in at Sunday's. There, skating around, was Ashley. Only she was no longer a hundred pounds, she was probably about a hundred ten. And her formally tiny body now had a tiny baby bump. And she looked at me like she was dying for me to ask the question. I played dumb, but I won't be able to for much longer. I told Mike. I swear it's his kid, since he came in her first. He swears it's mine, since I pulled all his cum out when I fucked her.
I guess we'll find out soon who knocked up the roller skate waitress.
Roughly Breeding the Colonel's Teenage Daughter
"Alright, boys. I'm not going to tell you what to do, tonight. I'm going to trust that you all do the right thing. Just remember that we ship out tomorrow at 0600."
Sarge paced in front of us. He was a pretty big asshole, but he knew how far to push his troops. The night before we all shipped out to Afghanistan was not the time to be a hard ass.
He looked at all of us, but the younger soldiers in particular. "Now, I know what some of you are thinking. I'm about to go off to war. There's a real possibility that I might die, so tonight I'm going to live like it's my last night on Earth. I don't blame you, but I'm not going to have any sympathy for you if you do something dumb."
He turned his back to us, looking at the flag in front of us. "This will be my fourth tour of duty, and I've seen it all on the last night before deployment. I've seen soldiers lose their nerve and go AWOL. I've seen soldiers get drunk and pick a fight with a police officer. I've seen soldiers throw thousands of dollars they didn't have at a stripper."
He turned back towards us. "I'm just here to tell you that, no matter what, you'll have to face the consequences of your actions tonight. And if you miss movement tomorrow, the consequences will be more severe than you've ever seen me dish out."
He stood at attention in front of us. "One last thing. I want your bags staged outside at 0530. The last one with their bags outside will be holding the bucket for anyone who is still hung over on the bus ride to the airport. Have a good time tonight. Fall out!"
I watched as every soldier in their teens and early twenties ran back to the barracks to change into civilian clothes. At 25, I felt a little more dignified about it, but I was still eager myself. This was my first tour, even though I had been in the military for a couple years longer than most of these recruits. But I did have appearances to keep up, so I took my sweet time walking back.
"Specialist Hutchinson!" I heard a voice call behind me. I looked back. Another soldier ran up to catch me."
"How many times do I have to tell you? When we're not in formation it's just 'Hutch'. What can I do for you, Dust?" I said.
Private Dustin Martin, better known in the platoon as 'Dust', smiled at me. "What are you planning on doing tonight?"
I smiled back. "I know a lot of the other guys are going to the strip club, but I'm just planning on going to Enlisted Club on base and enjoying a few drinks. Do you want to come?"
"I was hoping you were going to say you were going to the strip club. But, yeah, alright, I'm down to see if there's some lonely housewife who wants to get some action tonight," Dust said.
That was my plan exactly. I looked at my watch. "I'm going to go have dinner at the dining facility. Be showered, changed into civvies, and wearing cologne outside the barracks at 1900," I said, using the military term for 7 pm.
"Roger that!" Dust said.
We ended up walking the mile to the Enlisted Club, which was fine. It was a pretty simple bar. A couple of arcade games and pinball machines to one side, three pool tables on the other side, and a few tables with chairs in the middle. The bar itself made up the entire back wall, and looked like it had one of everything anyone could want to drink.
As I had feared, we got their too early. The bar was practically empty. However, there was one bright point. Over at the pool tables was a single girl shooting balls in by herself. She was pretty good, sinking the balls one after another, but it wasn't her handiwork with a stick that I was looking at. I was mostly staring at the tight, leather pants she had on. More specifically, I was staring past the pants at the firm little ass underneath. Her purple, metallic shirt showed off a nice pair of perky tits as well.
The two of us walked up to the bar and ordered a couple beers, while I again looked at the young girl playing pool. "Dibs," Dust said, looking at the same thing I was looking at.
I looked at him like he was crazy. "You can't call dibs, man," I said, deciding to wax poetic. "This is our last night of freedom, our last night to taste the sweet air of America. Tomorrow, I have your back in a foxhole, and I'll drag you out of the fires of hell if I have to. But, tonight?" I looked at him with a conspiratorial grin. "Tonight, it's every man for himself."
Dust smiled and took a swig of his beer. "Fair enough. You don't stand a chance against me."
I laughed. I'd been chasing tail for a long time. "I bet I charm her right out of those tight little pants tonight," I said.
He set his beer down. "I bet I'm the one she ends up going home with," he said.
I held out my hand. "Put up or shut up, Dust."
He grabbed my hand and shook it. "A Benjamin to the victor," he said, and I nodded.
Dust smiled and wasted no time. He stood up and walked over towards the pool table. I couldn't let him get a foothold before I did, so I followed close behind.
"Hey, I couldn't help but notice that you need an opponent," Dust said.
"Or two," I piped in.
She smiled and looked down. "I was hoping the two of you would come over here. Sometimes, guys just stare at me the whole time without saying a word. It can be unnerving, and can throw off my game."
"Well, we aim to please," I said. I walked over and put some quarters in,
releasing the balls. I started to rack them.
She was still smiling at us, but me in particular. "You know, normally when people play this game, there's an even number of people. But you know what? I think I can handle both of you."
"Oh really?" I said. I paused, and thought about it for a minute. What was the phrase I was looking for? Double entendre? Did I really just hear what I thought I heard?
"Yes, really. I think I can take the two of you on," she said, her eyes darting between the two of us.
My eyes lit up for a moment. "I'm Hutch."
She held out her hand. "Erica. Pleased to meet you."
Dust, oblivious, grabbed a pool cue. "If you think you can beat us both, then I guess I'll break!"
We played pool for a couple hours, pausing for the occasional smoke break. I kept the quarters coming and kept ordering us drinks. In a couple hours I was buzzed and enjoying myself immensely. Erica kept flirting with both of us, and we were all enjoying ourselves.
After I bought a round of shots, I looked at the other two. "What should we cheers to?"
Erica grabbed her shot glass. "You guys are shipping out tomorrow, aren't you?"
I smiled at her. It was common knowledge around the base that some unit was going. "Yes we are."
She raised the shot glass in the air. "Then here's to you two, and my father, coming back safely."
I could drink to that. We clinked glasses, then downed the shot.
After drinking, Dust said, "So who's your Dad?"
She blushed. "You probably don't know him. He's a lot older than you."
"No, seriously, I want to know," Dust insisted. Both of them looked at her purse at once, which was sitting on a nearby chair, apparently having the same idea.. They each rushed towards it. Dust made it there first, and fished a wallet out.
"Erica...Donato. As in Colonel Donato?"
She blushed, and the color faded from my face. The battalion commander, Colonel Donato. Here we were, competing over which one of us would get to fuck the colonel's daughter. No wonder everyone was intentionally not looking at us.
Erica snatched her purse back. "It's no big deal." There was an awkward silence for a moment. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said.
As soon as she left, Dust came up to me. "This changes things a little bit. I'm willing to call this bet off if you are."
I smirked at him. "Sounds like you're afraid of losing a hundred bucks to me."
He turned pale for a moment, then regained his cockiness. "I am going to win this bet, and then I'm going to make fun of you all year for it." We waited for her to come out, and when she did, we all started a new game of pool.
At one point, she missed a pretty easy shot, and I smacked her hard on that tight little ass of hers. It felt so good through those tight leather pants, I immediately started to get erect. She looked back at me, first with pain on her face, then with a little lust in her eyes. She looked back at me, daring me to do it again.
What a little tease, I thought. "Do you want me to show you how to hold the cue correctly?"
She raised her eyebrows at me, like she couldn't believe her ears. She thrust the pool cue out at me, looking like she expected me to take it.
"Oh no, I have to show you. Let me see how you hold it," I said.
She turned back towards the table with a smile and lined up her shot. I slowly moved behind her, running my hands up her sides. As my fingers ran down her arms, she shivered, and when my hands reached the pool cue, my crotch was firmly pressed against her ass. I whispered in her ear, "You know, I can teach you about a lot more than how to shoot pool."
Her eyes locked with Dust's eyes across the pool table. He was looking on with shock, sure that he had lost the bet. "I don't know that there's anything that you two could do to me that I haven't already done before." I was about to keep trying to sweet talk her, when she continued. "But I'm always open to support our troops."
I smiled, my cock getting a little harder up against her tight pants. "I think Dust has a crush on you. How are you going to let him down?"
She giggled, and before I could ask why, she took her shot, sinking the difficult shot across the table. The two of us stayed where we were at until she spoke up.
"You misunderstand me. You two are a package deal. It's both of you, or neither of you."
I tensed up, and she could probably sense that. "I'll let you talk to him while I clear the rest of the table," she said, confidently. She worked her way to the next ball, sinking it with ease and setting up her next shot perfectly. She looked at me, expectantly.
"She says she's going home with both of us, or neither of us," I said to Dust in hushed tones.
Dust looked shocked. "No way, man. I'm not into gay stuff."
In the immortal words of Justin Timberlake, I replied, "It's not gay if it's in a three way." He looked like he was still uneasy, so I punched him in the gut. He doubled over immediately. I bent down and whispered in his ear. "Don't fuck this up for us."
"Alright, alright," he said, gasping for air.
I looked up, just in time for Erica to say, "Eight ball, corner pocket." She didn't even wait to see if the ball went in before returning her cue to the rack and picking up her purse. "You guys settle up the tab, I'll get the car started."
It was a short car ride to her Dad's home.
"Is this the best place to do this? Isn't your Dad going to be home?" I asked.
She laughed. "On the night before movement? No, he's got way too much work to worry about his family," she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "My mom is probably with him, helping him with last minute paperwork."
As we rounded the corner in the on-base housing, she said, "Yep, her car's not parked in the driveway." I looked, and even in the dark I could see that, on a giant flagpole was a full sized American flag, still waving at night. He must have been busy if he didn't even take the time to retire the flag that evening.
The three of us got out of the car. "Follow me," she said.
"Lead the way," Dust said, apparently much more into this now.
She lead up upstairs to a bedroom. I don't know what I had expected, but it was sparsely decorated.
"We move around so much that I never really decorate a room before we move onto the next place. I guess I'll be here for another year, unless I move out on my own," she said.
I wasn't really interested in the life story of an Army brat. I moved over to her and grabbed her by her brunette hair and pulled. Her head snapped back, and her mouth flew open, but it formed into a smile as I wrapped my hands around her neck. "You didn't bring us here to show us your room. You brought us here so that you could get fucked."
She nodded quickly, surrendering a little to my roughness. I brought my face in to kiss her, my hands moving to the sides of her neck. We kissed deeply, and suddenly her hand reached out and grabbed Dust by his shirt. She pulled him in, and the two of them kissed as I watched.
"Yeah, you are a little slut, aren't you?" I said. I reached to the bottom of that little purple shirt, lifting it up and pulling it over her head She smiled and lifted her arms in the air, then went right back to kissing Dust. I quickly unsnapped her black bra and checked out her cute little tits. I moved behind her and grabbed those tits while I smelled her hair. She never looked back, but I could hear her sharply inhale with lust.
I wasted no time at all. Who knew when her parents would be home? I undid my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down to the ground. As I rubbed my cock up against those tight black pants, she reached one of her hands down and began to jerk me off. I moved my hands to her shoulders and pushed her down, and she crouched down in front of me. She took my dick in her mouth. I was on Cloud Nine. She instantly took it deep in her mouth as I grabbed the back of her head and thrust into it.
Dust quickly got his pants off and around his ankles as well. Erica began jerking me off and moved her mouth over to Dust's cock. I looked up at Dust to see if I could give him a high five, but his eyes were fixed on
the young girl giving him head. As she was crouched down, her pants still hugged her frame tightly. I watched her ass sway to and fro as her head bobbed the same way on Dust's cock. Her hand idly played with my junk.
I turned her head back around. She opened her mouth and eagerly accepted my cock. I took her hair in my hand and used it as a handle, pumping rhythmically into her mouth. I heard her gag a few times, and she moved her mouth away from me.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. It was a beautiful sight, I thought. I dragged her to her feet by her hair and kissed her, and she melted into it. I turned her around and she put her hands on the bed. My free hand ran up and down her ass, perfectly outlined in those tight leather pants. I spanked her, hard. She yelled out, obviously turned on.
"Go on, Dust. Spank this girl," I said, giving her another whack. Dust looked unsure.
Erica spoke up. "Spank me. Spank me like a bad girl. I want it so bad."
Dust needed no further encouragement. He rubbed her ass for a moment, then WHAM. She cried out as I ran my fingers through her hair. He practically took a running start and slapped her other cheek. Then, he seemed to lose control. He put his fingers in the top of her pants and tried to pull them down.
"Wait!" she cried out. I hoped that the game wasn't over, hoped that this girl wasn't about to put the brakes on the whole evening. I let her go and she stood up and turned around. "Do you have any idea how expensive these pants are? I barely fit in them as is."
I laughed and stepped back, enjoying the show and getting myself naked at the same time. She unbuckled her cute shoes, then inched her pants down, swaying back and forth as she did so. They were on her so tight, Dust never would have got them off by himself. As she got them past her knees, they slid the rest of the way down. She had nothing left but a sheer black thong. As she slid it down, she locked eyes with me, and revealed her shaved pussy.
I walked past her to her bed and sat down on it. As I spread my legs, she got down on her knees in front of me. I again grabbed her hair as she took my rod in her mouth. She seemed to enjoy my thrusting and her gagging sounds became louder and louder.
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