Billy Jackson smiled to himself as he and his team of scouts worked their way closer in to the Chinese base. All twelve of them were carrying the silenced .270 caliber sniper rifles that were so popular with the Cave troops, save for Billy himself; he'd recently upgraded to a .308 Winchester that could reach out nearly three quarters of a mile. After half a day of building up their blinds, getting set up to shoot from total concealment, they were finally ready. Now they merely had to wait for the right opportunity.
That opportunity finally came in the midafternoon.
Two large trucks rolled into the compound, just after the noon lunch hour had passed; replacement troops and fresh supplies.
The last of the daily patrols returned, and Colonel Kwan called for a general assembly in the parade ground, closest to the fence on the north side of the compound... with the replacements that had just come in front and center.
Which suited Bill Jackson and his team just fine; they had, basically, an unobstructed line of sight to the troops they were targeting. Some of their rounds would, undoubtedly, hit the fences, and be sent off in unpredictable trajectories; this didn't bother them too much, as it would merely add to the enemy troop's panic.
Billy waited until just the right moment, when the Chinese CO was closest to the fence, before clicking the throat mic, murmuring "Ok, guys... everyone pick two targets, center mass shots only. I'm taking the Commander, but every other trooper is fair game. On three... two... one... fire!"
In less than ten seconds, the Commander and eleven troopers dropped like so many rocks, and a few seconds later, a dozen more joined them.
Jackson's team pulled their rifles back into their blinds and sat back, looking on in amusement as the Chinese troops were thrown into an utter panic.
Twenty three of the Chinese troops lay dead or dying, and the Commander was missing half of his head; Jackson, sure of his abilities, had chosen to put his round squarely in the ear canal of the enemy commander, with devastating results. Quietly, they waited, watching as Chinese soldiers organized into patrol groups and headed out the front gate... all of them headed in the wrong directions.
Thirty minutes passed, and the troops who had stayed in the camp began to relax a bit, thinking that the enemy snipers had left the area to avoid discovery.
Jackson whispered into his throat mic.
"Gentlemen, those guards in the towers look entirely too comfortable; what do you think?"
A dozen rifles whispered through their silencers; a dozen guards died, and a dozen scouts sat back to wait once again.
Jenny Barlow held Bob's head as he nuzzled at her large nipples, squirming all over his lap as she felt his hardness growing under her. It didn't feel like he was huge or anything, but she had a feeling he knew quite well how to use what he had... and since their flight, she was feeling Very horny. She threw her arms back, shrugging out of the old uniform blouse she'd worn, and reached down, unbuttoning her pants as he continued his oral exploration of her full 34Ds.
Reaching between them, she started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers, pushing it back and off to reveal his moderately hairy chest, before reaching for his belt buckle and then his pants buttons.
He stood suddenly, lifting her to her feet so they could both shed the uniform trousers they were wearing, leaving him in his briefs, while she was completely naked, save for a pair of multicolored socks.
She smiled at him wordlessly and knelt at his feet, pulling the briefs down in a quick tug, taking his hardening six and a half inches in her mouth in one swift motion, and started bobbing her head, licking up and down his shaft like an old pro. Within minutes, she was rewarded with more cum in her mouth than she would have thought possible, and was hard pressed to swallow it fast enough to keep up.
He smiled down at her as she licked her lips, making sure she didn't miss a drop, then pulled her to her feet, pushed her gently back to the couch, pulled her knees apart, and dove face first between her spread thighs, tongue leading the way, and soon had her moaning as he drilled his tongue as deep as he could get into her streaming hole, licking all around her wide open pussy lips, finally settling on her stiff little clit. He shoved two fingers into her tight little hole as he fluttered his tongue over her little nubbin, turning his hand and finding her G-Spot with his fingertip and massaging it lightly as her thighs clamped down on his head.
Soon she was shuddering under him, as waves of pleasure rolled through her body, the orgasm ripping through her as she flooded his tongue and face with her sweet/tart juices. She was vocal about it, giving several small cries as he continued to eat her sweet cunt, until he couldn't take it any more and stood, lifting her up with him, sliding his cock into her while she clung to him. He started walking about the room, slamming into her with every step, and she came again as he backed her up against a wall and began to pound into her in earnest.
"Oh, God... fuck me, honeeee! Harder baby, harder!"
He merely grunted as he slammed into her, balls deep... and he thought, for one crazy instant, that he felt his full nuts slip inside along with his shaft.
Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore, and unleashed his second load deep inside her, kissing her roughly as his balls drained themselves.
They settled back on the couch, both gasping for breath, and his cock slowly shriveled and pulled out of her on it's own. He reached up to kiss her lightly again, and grinned.
"Remind me to take you flying again soon, hun."
"MMMmmm... Babe, after That performance, you won't need to take me flying!"
Billie Jean and Jeff showed up at the apartment shared by Cassie, Doris, and Mickey, Jeff carrying a cooler full of juices and a bottle of whiskey, while Billie Jean held a small wooden carrier with a crock pot inside, full of a noodles, venison, mushrooms, and cheese sauce concoction she'd had cooking all day while she was working at the daycare center. Doris met them at the door and welcomed them inside with a kiss for each of them.
"Hi, babes... do you guys know Barb and Lenny?"
BJ shook her head, but Jeff nodded. Len Ryan was one of the guys from his training class.
Cassie came out of the kitchen, another young woman in tow, eyes lighting up as she spotted BJ and Jeff.
"Hey, guys! Do you know Shandra?"
BJ nodded, eyes lighting up at the sight of the light skinned black woman, who had come in a few months ago, after being held captive at a Chinese base for more than six months. She'd been in counseling with Mrs. Davidson for the last few months, and BJ had bumped into her there while helping Leeanne out, telling the new women about her own experiences with the soldiers and assuring them that they were safe here, among other things. She'd volunteered to do it, but Leeanne had made sure she got credits for it anyway.
In the living room of the spacious apartment, they met another young couple, Fran Mitchell and Mark Wellston. Both were cave raised, and longtime friends of Cassie, Mickey, and Doris.
Once everyone had a plate of the various foods that each had brought, they settled in the living room to eat and gossip while a concert DVD played in the background.
Most of the talk surrounded who was leaving, going to the new village by the rebel base, and who was staying here. Fran and Mark had decided to relocate to the rebel base, which got a frown from Cassie; they were good friends, and she'd spent a few enjoyable afternoons with her face buried between Frannie's thighs while Mark had plowed her from behind... and she was hoping for a repeat performance tonight.
Shandra sat next to BJ, looking to the older girl for some reassurance. BJ realized this early on, and slipped an arm around the young woman's shoulder, leaning over and whispering "Don't worry, hun... you don't have to do anything you don't want to... just go with it."
"Are... are we going to have sex here tonight?"
"Beats me, dear... just stay by me, and I'll take care of you." BJ replied, kissing her on the neck, just below her ear and giving her left breast a playful squeeze.
Cassie took note of this and gave BJ a mock frown. "Not yet, babe..." she said as she reached into the pocket of the man's T shirt she wore, pulling out a big joint and a lighter and firing up.
Mickey grinned and started pouring whiskey into glasses, topping them off with various juices, and nodded. "Yeah... let's get a little lubricated first."
Doris smiled at him from the floor by Jeff's feet and replied "You know I'm Always lubricated, hun." with a leer and a wink.
Lenny and Jeff both pulled joints from their pockets, lighting them up and passing them around, and soon the whole group was enjoying the feeling of a mellow buzz.
By the time the last roach was burning itself out in the ashtray, Doris had dragged Jeff to his feet and was dancing with him to the tones of an old Rush tune, while BJ was doing the same with Shandra, and Cassie was sitting in Mark's lap, playfully squirming all over him, feeling his cock growing hard under her ministrations. Fran came over and sat next to Mickey, shedding her thin T shirt before straddling him on the couch.
Before long the clothes were flying, and BJ had begun kissing Shandra passionately; something the young woman wasn't entirely ready for. She was trembling a bit as BJ caressed the young woman's tongue with her own, but soon, instinct began to take over, and she was fondling BJ's full breasts with something approaching enthusiasm. BJ swung around until she was straddling the young woman, cupping her full ass cheeks as she continued french kissing her.
