Soldier Boy

He was my friend, he was my colleague, and he was my mate in arms. I, well, I was his best man.

Although I am of Indian origin, I was born and bred in the US of A. After I had finished college, I joined the American army where I met Paul. We enrolled together and had been placed on many tours of duty, abroad and at home together. We both had many wounds of war and many tails to tell.

Paul was getting married to his childhood sweetheart. I had no one special but I had experienced the adult world.

My name is Sav, short for Satvinder. I am twenty two years old, six foot one inch tall and my weight is around eighty kilos. I have a well-toned muscular body, and am very fit, as you would expect from any US army trained personnel.

As I mentioned, Paul was getting married, and he had asked me to be his best man. The wedding was back in his home town of Houston, Texas. Home for me was back in Chicago.

Paul had asked his parents if I could stay a couple of days with them during the wedding, because my flight back home was delayed. They had a spare room as Paul was not going to be there. So they agreed for me to take his room. I had never met either of Paul's parents; this would be our first meeting.

Both Paul and his new bride were due to fly to Florida straight after the wedding for their honeymoon.

There was a big reception with lots of drinks flying around, lots of music and dancing. We all saw off the happy couple at twenty two hundred hours. And the party continued for a couple of hours after.

Paul's parents were Derick and Joanne, Derick was a medical doctor and Joanne did not work. Joanne only had a couple of drinks that evening, at the wedding reception. Derick only had a glass of the obligatory champagne, I am teetotal. We, Joanne and I, danced for a while during the slow numbers towards the end. I did get a boner, but I hoped Joanne did not notice, as I kept backing off.

Joanne had I think just turned fifty. She was five foot six tall, fairly attractive, a fine body, and all the right curves in the right places. Paul had told me how she loved her aerobics classes, and her Yoga. Her complexion was fair, she had long black hair. She wore a skirt which was just below the knee. And of what I could see of her legs, they were very nice and shapely, muscle toned.

We all three headed off to Derick and Joanne's home, I drove as I was the only one who had not had a drink. We got home just after midnight. Derick and I chatted for a while, getting to know each other, while Joanne said she was going to bed.

She gave me a light peck on the cheek and said, "Good night."

I in return stood up and said, "Good night, ma'am."

Joanne with a slight grin on her face said, "Jo. Call me Jo, Soldier."

I, in a reflex vocal mode responded with, "Yes, ma'am...Yes, Jo."

Joanne placed a hand on the side of my face, tapped it lightly and said, "Good night, soldier."

Derick and I talked for about an hour before we also headed upstairs to bed. Derick showed me to my room and showed me where the bathroom was and all the other polite things people do when a guest is in the house.

I took a shower and went to bed. I could not sleep so I got my phone and was going through some text messages, when I heard a moan. This continued for about five minutes or so, when all of a sudden I heard a knocking on the wall behind me. The moaning got a bit louder, and the knocking was very rhythmical.

I was pretty sure Derick was fucking Joanne. But then all of a sudden it all stopped, all went quite. I thought that was quick; there was no crescendo or anything.

I put my phone down and tried to sleep. I could hear some noises from outside my door. A light turned on, just glowed from the gap under the door, and then turned off.

I was drifting off, but felt thirsty, so got up. I had just my boxers on and made my way to the kitchen. As I approached the open door to the kitchen, I saw a light on. I thought they must have forgotten to turn it off. I went in and there was no one in there. I found a tumbler and drank some water. Then on exiting the kitchen I was about to turn the light off. When a voice startled me, it was Joanne, she said, "Leave the light on, soldier."

She was sitting in a two seat sofa, with a glass of wine in her hand. The light from the kitchen just gave a glow into the lounge. I never made her out before.

I took a few steps towards her and asked, "Are you okay Joanne?"

She looked up towards me and said, "Yes, soldier, I'm fine. Come in and join me in a drink."

I took a few more steps closer and then I was just to the side of her. She had a blue coloured, almost see through nighty on. Although not enough light to appreciate her form, she still looked amazing.

I looked away, and I said, "Thank you, ma'am, but I don't drink. Are you okay? Is Derick okay?"

She took a sip of her wine, and said, "Why do you look away...soldier. Am I not attractive to a young red blooded male anymore?"

I was very embarrassed, still looked away as I said, "Yes, ma'am. You are attractive, ma'am, but you are my best friend's mum."

She placed a hand on my lower arm, and stroked it softly, "I know you were horny earlier, when we danced. I felt you."

I got even more embarrassed, and my face must have been a beetroot red if she could see it, I said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean anything by it, I'm sorry."

She still stroked my arm, and said, "Come and sit down, here."

She tapped the sofa with her other hand. I was very unsure about the situation when I asked, "Is Derick, okay? Where is Derick?"

She took hold of my arm and pulled me round to sit beside her. Although I could have resisted, I did not. I stepped over her outstretched legs and sat down.

She took another sip of wine, and said, "Derick, has been called away, he was on duty. He won't be back for hours."

I felt a bit relaxed as she said that, but was still very nervous as to what Joanne wanted.

She placed a hand on my thigh, and asked, "Soldier, I asked you if you find me attractive?"

I did not look at her directly, as I said, "Yes, ma'am, you are a very good looking woman."

She giggled, and said, "A good looking woman. Isn't that something you say about your mom?"

She squeezed my thigh, "Come on, soldier. Tell me what you think of this fifty year old body?"

I was about to turn towards her, when she placed a couple of fingers on my chin and turned my face towards her.

She asked again, "Look at me, soldier, when I'm talking to you. Body...What do you think of it?"

My cock was hardening and blatantly obvious at this stage; she could probably see it, as it pushed up my boxers. I looked at her; I gazed down and then back up and I said, "You obviously look after yourself, ma'am. You do appear to have a very beautiful body."

She took another sip of wine, placed her hand back on my thigh and said, "I said, call me Jo, soldier. And what do you mean appear to have? Can you not see me?"

I again looked at her, down and back up, I could make out she was clean shaved below, she did not have big boobs and her nipples stuck out proud.

Joanne slapped my thigh, and said, "Okay, let's show you, soldier."

Joanne was obviously not the shy and retiring type. She stood up in front of me, and took off her nighty; she threw it to one side. Holy fuck, she was amazing, my cock got even harder if it were at all possible for it to be.

She had very long legs, her calves were tight and well formed, and her thighs were full and muscular. Her stomach, was not ripped but was well formed, flat, looked hard. Her tits stood proud, they looked firm with rosy pink nipples which stuck out like little bullet's ready to fire. She had long black flowing hair, which she had just flicked behind her, so that I could see her body.

She turned around slowly, and there were a few words tattooed on her lower back, in an arc, with a symbol in the middle of the arc. The symbol was of Hindi origin, it's called an 'Ohm-car'. And the words also Hindi, translated to 'Love the one you're with.'

Joanne turned back around and asked, "Do you like my tat...Soldier?"

I was lost for words; I again looked at her, up and down, amazed at her beauty. Joanne then said, "I can see at least something is standing to attention down there."

I apologised, "Sorry, ma'am...Sorry, Jo."

She bent down and looked me in the eye, and said, "Don't apologise, soldier. I want you to show me what you can do to this body, and I take it that you do want to do something to this body?"

She came up close to my face and said, "I want a twenty something, to show a fifty something, how to treat a 'good lookin woman'."

As she stood back up, she had a hold of my wrists and dragged me up with her, I stood right in front of her, I grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a kiss, she responded, and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me tight into her, we began to kiss passionately. She placed a couple of fingers into me boxer's waist band and pulled it down a bit. We broke our passionate embrace as I took off my boxers and threw them to where her nighty was.

Joanne looked down at my proud cock; she grabbed it in her hand and said, "Fuckin hell, soldier, that's a nice fuck stick you've got there!"

We resumed our embrace, this time my hard cock was between us, flesh to flesh.

Joanne grabbed my face and sucked my tongue. My hands went down to her ass, it was firm, fuckin hell she had a hard body, she was fit, fit to fuck.

I grabbed my cock with one hand, trying to find her entrance. She pushed me back and said, "Not here, Soldier. Upstairs!"

I swept her up into my arms and gave her a kiss. I carried her upstairs. As we got to the top landing she said, "My bedroom, soldier."

I carried her through and laid her down onto the bed, we were still kissing. We kissed for a while; I laid on top of her, my cock still hard between us. I moved down to her tits and began to suck her nipples and bit softly into her firm breast flesh.

She squeezed her hand between us and onto my cock, she stroked and squeezed it. She commented, "For an Indian, you've got a big cock, soldier. Actually you've got a big cock compared to a black one."

I don't know how many Indian or black cocks Joanne has seen but I could not relate. My cock is eight inches long; the shaft is about seven inches in girth, and a bulbous head, uncut. And given the right circumstances I can cum lots, and I mean lots.

Joanne then said, "I suppose you heard us fucking earlier, did you? Soldier."

I briefly let go of her nipple and said, "Yes, I heard." Then went back and sucked on her other nipple.

She stroked my cock more aggressively and said, "He never finished, his beeper went off exactly at the wrong time. And he didn't finish me off either, he had to go."

She continued, "He can never make me cum with his pitiful little prick. I hope you are able to. I would like it if you could give me my first one of the night, suck my clit! Soldier, for starters."

I went to go down to her pussy, when she said, "Wait!"

She pushed me onto my back, and pushed her pussy onto my face. I poked my tongue out and licked her slit; her pussy lips were thin and long. I took them one at a time between my lips and pulled on them. I located her clit and flicked it getting more spit onto it and sucked on it as Joanne let out moans of pleasure.

Then this amazing woman with her amazing flexibility surprised me, she arched her back and took my cock into her mouth. It was an unusual way to be blown, but hey, I was fuckin happy.

Joanne ground her pussy hard onto my tongue, I almost had to do nothing but keep my tongue out. I was close to blowing my load.

Joanne's hips slowed down and then she came to a stop. She was in the midst of her orgasm, when she bit lightly onto my shaft and scrapped her teeth up and down my cock. This made me shoot a load hard into her mouth and down her throat. She took in all of my cock as I blew again, straight down the back of her throat. She squeezed my balls, as I shot again. I was still cumming, as she restarted to grind her clit onto my tongue. She fondled my balls, and then squeezed them again; she kept my cock deep into her throat, as I blew my countless shots, my never ending cum loads taken down, she never spilled a drop. I could hear her as she gulped down my cum.

Joanne kept flicking her hips as I grabbed and squeezed her ass. She had another orgasm; her ass and body stood still for a moment, then she shook violently, for an amazingly long time. I was almost out of cum when Joanne slipped my cock out of her mouth, but kept my cock-head and she stroked the shaft, easing another load from my cock. She sucked my cock-head for a few more seconds, and then rose back up and got off me.

My cock throbbed in a blissful pain, from all that cum extracted from it.

I lay flat on my back and Joanne turned and lay on her side and moved a hand down to hold my cock. She then said something that shocked me, she asked, "Soldier. You fuckin have a lot of cum, I've never had that load of cum to swallow even when two men have shot their loads together."

I turned and looked at Joanne, my face in shock. She still fondled my cock and said, "Do I surprise you? Soldier. Do you think of me as an innocent woman?"

I could not think of anything to say I just stared at her, expressionless.

She continued, "I'm a married woman, and Derick, is my husband, but he's never here. As you saw tonight, right in the middle of fucking this body, he just left. Do you know how frustrating that is for me?"

I shook my head and asked, "You've had two men...Together?"

Joanne smiled broadly and said, "Soldier, what if I told you that I've had three men fuck me together?"

I turned my head quickly towards her, again in even more shock, and said, "You've not had three men, really, at once?"

Joanne moved her hand down to my balls, she began to squeeze and massage them and she said, "Soldier, you've seen my body. I need satisfaction almost on a daily basis. Do you think, I with this body and only one life, would give up the admirations of a few men I have come to know?"

I was absolutely agog, with what Joanne had said, I asked, "Who are these men?"

Her hand came back to my shaft and she squeezed it. My blood had reactivated my cock faster than ever before, It was hardening and at a very quick rate.

Joanne continued to softly stroke my shaft and said, "Ah, there you go, coming back to life I can feel. You've got quite a cock there, soldier. You seem to break records in reloading."

Then she said, "O you obviously wouldn't know them, but ex-boyfriends, and ex-work colleagues. There are seven of them. They get to fuck me usually in different pairs. But on more than, I don't recall, something like six or seven, may be more I've lost count, I've had three of them at once."

The expression on my face must have asked the question in my head, and Joanne said, "You think I'm a slut, don't you, a whore?"

I was pretty sure I should not pass judgment, so said nothing.

She paused for a second then said, "It's okay, you may call me what you like, it's my life, this is my body, and I need my satisfaction, I simply cannot get it from Derick. He fucks me, he blows his pathetic load, and then he goes to sleep. I'm left to finish myself off. That is not how I want to have an orgasm. I need cocks to give me and this body orgasms of greater magnitude, than Derick."

My cock at this stage was stiff as a steel rod; Joanne had sensed it as she continued to stroke my shaft and fondled my balls.

In a commanding voice Joanne said, "Soldier. Look at me?"

My head turned to her, as quick as it could, like I was given an instruction by my commanding officer. Joanne said, "If you ever tell Paul, Derick, or anyone of this, I will cut this thing off." She squeezed my cock hard and shook it from side to side.

"Do you understand? Soldier."

I said nothing.

She again asked, "Soldier. Do...You...Understand?"

I said out loud, "Yes, yes, ma'am." I realised I had said, ma'am.

Joanne then said, "I'll let that one slip, soldier. But just watch it."

I thought to myself, am I going to become one of her cocks? Am I going to be in one of her three or foursomes? I was not sure if I would like that or not, fucking in front of spectators.

Joanne instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed. My cock was so hard. I sat on the edge, with my hands behind me to prop me up. Joanne came in front of me. She dribbled spit onto my cock and rubbed my shaft with her hand.

She glanced up towards me and said, "Fat cock, soldier. I've fucked longer one's, but this is the fattest. Let's get it in."

She then turned so that her back was towards me, and spread her legs over mine. Then from between her legs she reached and grabbed my cock as she guided it into her pussy.

She got the head in and then looked around to me, "Fuck. Soldier, I can feel you spreading me. I want to feel every inch working in!"

I grabbed her ass and opened her cheek's, spreading her wide. She lowered herself inch by inch; she bounced, up and down. She again turned her head around, and said, "Bastard fat cock, It's going in."

I was still about three inches out, when she winked, and in one movement sat right down. I was okay, but it must have hurt her. Joanne stayed there for a long time, she did not move, just cursed my cock, as she said, "Fat bastard, fuckin cock, I knew I'd get it in. I don't know about you, soldier. But I'm hoping this cock will give me full satisfaction over and over again. Now let's fuck."

She took my whole cock, and slowly eased off till my cock-head and about two inches were in her. She then rotated her ass in a circular motion; she slipped my cock in and out at the same time. Then she reversed the rotation. Joanne definitely knew how to make a cock feel for a man.

Joanne moved up and down slow to start with, I matched her thrusts, she commanded the pace, as she got faster and stronger. I grabbed her hair with both hands, and pulled her head back, as I increased my thrusts into her.

She was tight, I was surprised because of all the other cocks she had had. But as she admitted, I was the fattest, so no wonder she felt tight on my cock.

We kept fucking for quite a while, from a slow sensual paced fuck, to an outright whore blasting fuck.

Joanne then announced, "Fat cock, I'm cumming, ahh, fuck me now, make it last longer!"

I let her hair go and grabbed her by the wrists, I pulled her back, and I kept pumping, this time I did not slow down; hard thrusts from just cock-head to full insertion. I fucked her to make her orgasm last, as requested, but if that didn't, then I wanted to make sure she had another one soon.

I was going to make sure she got 'full satisfaction.' Her words.

She had another orgasm, she ranted off, "Bastard, soldier. You fuck hard, you fat fuck, I'm cummin again. Oh my fuck, keep it going, keep it going, ahh fuck. You fat fuck, you fat fuckerrr."

She bounced hard on my cock. I made sure my thrusts were forceful. I was going to make her cum again. I tightened my grips on her wrists; I pulled her down with great urgency and thrust up with greater strength. I was in control; she was just someone who was there being fucked, hardest I've ever fucked a woman.

Probably because it was not a fuck between two lovers, it was a fuck between a soldier and a whore.

And I wanted her to know that, so I said, "Fucking whore, I'm not letting you off till you scream out loud that you've been fully fucked. Tell me you've had enough, tell me you've been satisfied, you whore!"

I was actually enjoying it; my cock had never felt so alive, never felt so hard, full of vigour. I felt I had the power of her seven other fuckers.

We were both getting hot, we were both starting to sweat, and our skins glowed with a wet sheen all over.