This is the last experience in this series, and I hope I saved one of the best for last. Mandi and I returned to Germany for another three years. I will continue bringing my nasty adventures to you that I enjoyed in Germany. Some were even crazier, wilder, and more intense than I ever experienced while I was "Lost in the Woods!"
Mandi and I met LaDonna and Gregory almost by accident. I barely knew Gregory by sight. He was a drill instructor in the unit next door to mine, and we occasionally were in training cycle together, but more often off cycle by a week. We were on cycle together when we finally got a late summer cycle break, and there was a bash for all three companies' permanent people. This was only about 13 per company, but we reserved a remote training area where we could raise hell, make noise, and threw a knock-down killer party.
I was working 3 grills and a smoker, and was just about to move between them when something soft and huge bumped into my back. When I turned around it was a black girl, basically OK looking, but she had on a loose shirt and with another loose pullover under it. I though this was odd considering it was about 93 degrees that day. But another look revealed why. She had some absolutely monster tits that even strapped in a bra, shook about on their own. I smiled at her and got her something from the smoker. Later I was talking to some guys and found out she was Gregory's wife.
Mandi and I eventually introduced ourselves and after some small talk, found that they lived across the corner from us. Later in the party, LaDonna and I got into some dirty dancing, with LaDonna grinding her butt into my crotch. Mandi wasn't happy, but what the hell. LaDonna seemed nice enough.
Gregory was a rigid, spit and polish black guy who had made rank quickly and made it to drill instructor school very early in his career. He was about 5"10" with a slender but muscular build. He was probably in his mid-20s. LaDonna was about 5'5" and had a bit of jelly belly, and could afford to lose several pounds to look good. She was kinda plain looking, average features, except for those huge tits. They were so big they seemed to have a life of their own.
We got acquainted somewhat, more Mandi and LaDonna than Gregory and I. When LaDonna found out that Mandi had started doing two aerobics programs every morning, she asked to join her. This gave Mandi a morning workout partner.
Mandi taped the shows while she did them, and we would do them together in the evening after she got home from work so she had twice a day workouts. LaDonna had Mandi go to the exchange with her and they got LaDonna some athletic clothes to work out in, something that would try to support those gigantic tits. I asked Mandi after the first trip what size LaDonna was. Mandi said 38EE, but that was small. It was as large a size as they made.
One morning after their workout, Mandi and LaDonna were talking over some wine, when LaDonna told her the "life story." Apparently LaDonna was the only child left of a family that had lost their father to prison and her mother and 3 siblings to a car wreck. She went to live with a 22 year old female cousin in the Detroit area around age 13.
By age 15, she had developed breasts that most grown women would die for, and the attention and cruel teasing was more than her young psyche could handle. She dropped out of school. Her cousin decided that she needed to learn a profession, and talked her into turning tricks. She didn't have to walk the streets. Her cousin handled the arrangements.
Her cousin taught her how to fake getting excited, and she would just lay back and let the johns flog away at her pussy until they got off. She always insisted on a condom. She knew one position....on her back. She never even took off her shirt. She was offered extra money but she was always ashamed of the side show sized breasts. She had trouble finding bras large enough to support the load.
She ran into Gregory accidentally at a McDonald's when he visited the area with one of his buddies who lived in Detroit. They hit it off immediately. They swapped letters and phone calls even as she continued to turn tricks for her cousin, the female pimp. Right after she turned 17, Gregory asked her to marry him and travel around the military with him.
While she wasn't head over heels in love, she really liked Gregory, and decided he was a way out of the life she was living. They got married about two months before her 18th birthday, and after he got quarters on the post, they moved in together and set up house. I was stunned and had no idea she was that young.
Mandi really felt motherly toward her and took her under her wing. I didn't see her very often, since she was usually back at her house by the time I came in. I did get to observe her working out with Mandi one day when I was off work on a freebie day. Those tits bouncing around almost scared me, and it was hard for the three of us to do aerobics together.
I got home from work early one afternoon, knowing that Mandi would be working at her part time job, and found a note. She said that LaDonna needed my assistance putting together a birthday present for Gregory. I changed into some gym shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a couple of beers and walked over to their house.
LaDonna answered the door quickly, as though she was waiting for me. It turned out she was. Someone had helped her pick out some killer stereo equipment and a new TV, and she had bought a new shelf system for everything to sit on. I saw the boxes first, then noticed what she was wearing. The aerobics with Mandi had done wonders for her.
She had lost the jelly belly, tightened up the legs, and just looked better. She was wearing a stretch sleeveless shirt with a deep split and I saw immediately she wasn't wearing a bra. Those giant tits were wiggling around like two hogs in a rooting contest. This was an interesting development since Mandi told me she never went braless. She was wearing some spandex shorts, and had gotten her hair cut and styled since the last time I saw her. She looked good, and from the neck down, looked delicious. She saw me give the once over and turned a circle a couple of times and asked me if I thought she was doing better now that she was getting regular exercise with Mandi.
"You have made some major improvements," I complimented her.
"Thank you," she purred, "Gregory hasn't seen my new hair yet, so it's a surprise."
"He's a lucky man," I told her. "So where do you want to start?" I asked as I pointed to the boxes on the floor.
"Let's get the shelf system first, and then I'll help you hook all this stuff up. Do you think Gregory will like it?"
I chuckled and said, "I think he will shit his pants."
With that we went to work. I completed the shelf system in about 20 minutes, and we carefully unpacked the equipment. The TV was huge but LaDonna turned out to be pretty strong and carried her end without a whimper. We took a break before running wiring, and she got me a beer. I noticed she had brought a glass of wine.
"When did you start drinking wine?" I asked.
"This is Mandi's fault," she laughed, and took a long drink.
"Careful," I told her, "If you get fucked up I may have to take advantage of you!"
She laughed a deep laugh and asked, "Do I really have to get fucked up first?"
"Well, not really," I quickly replied, "but I am trying to be a gentleman here."
"Well," she sighed, "you don't have to be."
I took that as a good sign and decided to get the stereo equipment in working order as soon as possible. We ran the wiring, hooking up the TV first, and then the amp and receiver. After getting the speakers and everything else set up, I did a test run, and asked her to grab her favorite CD.
I popped the CD in and cranked up the volume. She had picked some funky R&B with a kicking bass beat, and as I sipped my beer she started dancing. I joined in and we suddenly picked up where we left off at the picnic, bumpin' and grindin' into each other. She would thrust her ass back toward me with a slam, making immediate contact with my crotch and then pull away, only to bounce her ass up and down against me.
I swallowed the rest of my beer and while the next song was coming up, and went to the kitchen. She followed me and refilled her wine glass. She downed the glass in one long drink. After filling it again, she headed back to the living room and started dancing again. We bumped and banged a while until she backed up against me and I reached around and grabbed both those huge breasts.
They were heavy and full, and I could feel a tiny nipple on each side stiffen. She ground her crotch back into me for a moment and spun around to face me, breaking my grip on her tits.
"I have never done anything with a white guy," she blurted out with a wide eyed look on her face.
"Why not?" I asked.
"There weren't many white boys in my school and damn sure wasn't any where I lived with my cousin," she replied.
