"Funny,"
I thought, watching the hard cock slide into the woman's drooling pussy, "
I still think of him as a kid even though he's on that bed out-performing half the men I know"
He was one of the kids I had talked into joining the Marines and he was enjoying an unofficial enlistment bonus.
The woman moaned when he jammed in deep and held her, her sound partially muffled by the cock filling her mouth.
I admired the play of light on his dark skin and how his shadow fell over her back, the two darknesses ever shifting against her paleness. The remnants of her lipstick hinted at the long gone bright red which had brought attention to her mouth, the mouth now sliding up and down a pillar of flesh belonging to one of my other kids, this one having joined last month and simply returning for another taste. I hadn't planned on a wave of eager enlistees. I should have known the damned kids couldn't keep their mouths shut.
"I might have to find someone to help her out," I muttered
"Don't you dare," growled the sandwiched woman as she slid her hand up and down the cock she had freed from her mouth, "we've got a deal!" She flashed me a quick grin before lowering her head.
"Hey, Lisa Ann," I called through the open bedroom door. "How's it going out there?"
"Real good," came a female's voice, "ever'body is behaving themselves."
In this case "everybody" meant the rest of the my poolees - kids who had joined and were waiting to go to boot camp.
Watching the to-and-fro action on the bed I replayed the events that had opened my eyes to the potential of this job.
We had set up an information booth during the run of the state fair. We borrowed some gear from the local reserve unit, including an artillery piece, to give our little stand the suitable martial air, erected a chin-up bar complete with a log where someone could write their name and number of successful pull ups as a way to challenge the testosterone laden members of the crowd, anyone doing 20 or more getting a few MARINES t-shirt. Various brochures and give-away posters went to provide more tangible memories of an encounter with the local Marine recruiters to anyone else.
We manned it in pairs, sharing the day among the station staff as well as the street recruiters. I was having a good day, exhorting a goodly number of boys and men up onto our bar, and in general having a fun time when I noticed a moderately attractive dark haired young woman, about 20 years old wearing a tee shirt and tight jeans, carrying about 10 extra pounds in her chest and butt, lingering on the edge of the crowd. As far as I could tell, she wasn't paying any attention at all to the up and down efforts of her fellow fair attendees but every time I looked her way, she was watching me and doing so with that same expression people have when shopping for a new car.
The crowd thinned and she stayed, drinking from her red cup and wearing a loose smile. "Hi," I said, 'establishing personal contact'. "Hey," she replied, moving closer. "I'm Lisa Ann." Her breath carried a mix of cigarette and beer.
"I'm Kevin, Lisa Ann," I replied, holding out my hand. "Are you in school?" We weren't actively looking for women recruits but had been told the truly exceptional could be signed up.
"Naw, I'm in the Air Force," she laughed, taking my hand in a girl shake.
"Really?" I said, deciding to play nice with our sister service. "What do you do in the Air Force?"
Her grip tightened and her eyes lit up.
"Give blow jobs to Marines." Her smile grew wide. "What time do you get off?"
Whoa! Was this really happening? I glanced at my booth partner. Gunnery Sergeant Hoskins, a lean dark green (black) Marine had obviously heard and was acting as if he hadn't, shuffling and restacking some scattered take-one pamphlets. I looked past him at the temporary shed in which we stored all our paraphernalia over-night.
"Are you busy right now?" I asked, taking her hand in both of mine.
She shook her head. "But I could
get
busy," she said.
I pulled and she followed. Gunny grinned as I ushered her through the door and into the dimly lit storage space.
I'll give her this, she knew her business. She was on her knees as soon as I turned around and she didn't need instructions in how to open a Marine belt buckle. She tugged at my hardening cock, gazing at it with that same appraising smile and swiped her tongue across my swelling head. As if she needed to clarify the situation, she looked up at me and said, "Goddam, I love sucking cock!" Then, keeping her eyes on mine, she took me in, swirling and sucking.
After she had raised me to full erection she set to work in earnest. Her head bobbing was accompanied by the wettest slurping I think I'd ever heard outside of porn. She knew how to play with two hands while delivering with lips, tongue and teeth and didn't mind at all when I grabbed her head and fucked her throat. Coughing to clear her palate, she regained control and I let her drive me off the cliff, leaning back against the cardboard boxes of advertising. Being a gentleman, I warned her of my impending gush and she responded by rolling my tightened balls wriggling her tongue across the most sensitive areas of my cock while my fingers gripped her hair.
As much as I like cumming in a pussy or tight ass, nothing compares to having your cum sucked out. I'm positive this is how fables of vampires were started because it felt as though she was transferring my life force from me into her. I cursed and shouted and pounded my fist into a stack of fliers as she fed.
"Oh my fucking God," I gasped when she relinquished me enough to lick the remaining strands from my not quite deflated cock.
"Ya'll owe me a shirt," she said. I glanced down. In addition to the small semen gobs dotting her shining chin, her very wet oral technique had resulted in drenching her t-shirt which clung nicely to her upper chest.
"Hold on," I gasped, "I'll get you one." I repaired my uniform and stepped into the sunlight. Gunny was right by the door, shoulders jerking in silent laughter.
"She needs a new shirt," I said, stepping to toward the stack by the pull up bar.
"Not yet," he said. I frowned at him.
"She said 'Marines', young Staff Sergeant," he said and stepped inside.
"Oh, hi, what's your n-" I heard her say before the door closed.
He was still inside while I handled the crowd until our reliefs showed up. He came out carrying a box of give-aways and pulled Corporal Richards to one side while I did a quick turn-over with Staff Sergeant Blackfoot, our dour faced female administration chief. Somehow I failed to mention our supply shed guest to her but, judging by his reaction, I'm pretty sure Gunny told baby-faced Richards.
"You didn't fuck her," he said as we walked away.
"You did?"
"Hell yes!" He frowned at me. "You really think a girl who sucks your dick isn't ready to give up her pussy?"
I shrugged. I hadn't thought about it, just took her up on her offer.
I came away with two lessons learned. Don't settle for what's first offered, and push to find the real limit.
"Is she ready?" Lisa Ann called from my living room. I considered my answer. Let's see, as usual we had begun with the woman on the bed sucking me off which was usually enough to get her pussy wet. I'd run my tongue up and down her cock slot a few times to bring her off at least once and really get her motor running. I'd then let DaShonn hammer between her wide spread thighs during which I had counted at least two climaxes to his one. Funny thing about DaShonn, he didn't mind being second, third or dead last in a train but he absolutely refused to nail a girl while another guy is doing her too. After he blew his load into her, I made her suck two cocks until I could see she was desperately rubbing her clit, the emptiness of her pussy driving her crazy. That's when I'd instructed James Earl "Jim-bo" Henderson to get behind her and start fucking. As a troop leader its my responsibility to know my troops and I knew Jim-bo had absolutely no sense of subtlety or finesse. He would fill that empty hole with a hard jack-hammering cock. The new guy, Antwon, played on a team with a long lasting intercity rivalry with Jim-bo, but they seemed to be working well together as she screamed another orgasm into his cock which, in turn, made his eyes bug out and a loud "JAYZUS!" escaped. I listened to her choke and then gulp. Tears were streaming from her eyes and a dribble of high school cum dripped from her chin.
"Ah, shit, yeah she's ready, but send two, okay?"
"You got it," came Lisa Ann's reply.
I jerked my thumb at Antwon, "Take a rest, son, it's a long night." He gave an embarrassed smile and climbed down from my headboard.
I stood and slapped Jim-bo's still pistoning ass. "Roll over, boy, time to share."
He groaned he hadn't cum yet and I rapped the back of his head with my knuckles once. "Yessir, Staff Sergeant, sir," he shouted and pulled his dick out with a wet slurping sound and rolled onto his back.
"Yes, yes, yes," she said as she swung her leg over him and held his thick prick steady just long enough to socket it between her swollen pussy lips and sink onto it. . I knew this would torture Jim-bo because his instinct was to ram, not be ridden. She groaned with delight and guided Jim-bo's hands to her perfect breasts. She glanced behind her as more two naked boys shuffled in. Her smile was marvelous. It was like a child opening a gift on Christmas.
"Hiya, Mark," she said while her hips rolled around Jim-bo's cock. She held out her wet hand and curled her fingers in invitation. "Why don't you stand over here?"
"Alright, Miz Clarkson -"
