Chapter 7
Hours later...
Barry grunted more than a few times as I pushed in and out of his asshole, buggering him with the kind of vigor that he seemed to relish, at least for now. If he didn't appreciate getting sodomized, he could have fooled me, as his responses all indicated that he very much enjoyed it. This was Summer's big brother, and yet here he was, bent over as she had been at times, taking my cock up his ass just as she did up hers. I had to admit that I reveled in the idea of fucking brother and sister alike, knowing that I was intimate with both members of the same family. They would have me in common along with their DNA. That should be another bond for them, along with sharing Kayla.
Speaking of that gorgeous Indian girlfriend of Barry's, she was now bent over, too, but with Summer's mouth exploring her bottom instead of a dick. The way that Summer rimmed Kayla right then was truly delicious, and I could sense that Kayla was ever closer to the edge with every flick of the tongue. Summer definitely knew how to excite and pleasure another woman, but that wasn't shocking, given that she need only think of what she enjoyed and adjust for personal kinks and preferences. Summer certainly didn't hold back with servicing her brother's girlfriend, just as she didn't with us men. She took pride in bringing others to the point of ecstasy.
I had to admit that Barry's ass was nice and tight, his enthusiasm for being pronged in the butt very thrilling for me, and his hip movements worked wonderfully in tandem with mine. My dick probed him deeper with every stroke, going into his booty and making him groan as I plowed him hard. It was a lot more with him than with that cellmate, as I actually knew and liked him as a person, plus he was my fiancee's brother was well as my old friend. It was very enjoyable, especially while seeing Summer rim his girlfriend like nobody's business and make her cream herself where I could smell it.
We kept up this little same-sex fun for a good while, each of us quite caught up in the heat of the moment, including when Kayla and Summer switched places for the rimming. Kayla treated Summer's ass like it was the most exquisite and delicious bottom in the world. I couldn't help but notice how Summer responded with sighs and moans of pure bliss as she felt that tongue back there. Kayla was every bit as eager to eat ass as Summer was, that much was clear to me now. Frankly, if you asked me, they were both very delectable women, but that was a given with me. I could appreciate many kinds of beauty. The contrast between the luscious blonde and the sensual Indian was truly erotic in my book, dousing the flames of my lust and arousal with gasoline.
By now, Barry had noticed, too, and he came on the bedsheet, spilling a rather decent load that looked very slimy, but didn't bother any of us. When I saw and felt his spasms of release, I began shooting my own cum up his ass, flooding his booty with my jizz. I could feel his delight in the realization that I had fucked him and claimed him with my spunk, made him my bitch in every sense of the word now. We now watched as the women came, creaming themselves repeatedly in a clear sign of their multi-orgasmic abilities. Something about rimming and being rimmed by each other definitely punched their tickets, but who could blame them with such fantastic bottoms as theirs?
"Well, that counted as one dessert, but how about second dessert?" Kayla teased us all, knowing full well that Summer made some pistachio pudding earlier.
"Got that covered, sweet cheeks. Don't you worry about that," Summer licked her lips, just before I planted an eager tongue kiss on both ladies, more than ready to taste both her ass and Kayla's.
"Let me sample that, too," Barry chuckled as he made out with both women as well.
"Let me wipe that down, too, so I can suck it," Kayla told me, evidently in the mood to give me some head.
"I'll do the same with my bro," Summer winked at us, though she didn't have to wipe in her case.
"That was legitimately the hottest gay sex that I've ever witnessed, by the way. Damn ... seeing you put the pounding to my boyfriend ... thank you! That was part of the thrill for me, not even counting the way that Summer and I rimmed each other! I do so adore watching two men go at it, but this left all of the gay porn that I've ever seen in the dust!" Kayla told me as she sucked hard on my cock, really going for it with her lips and tongue.
Summer, for her part, was no slouch, either, sucking Barry's dick with the kind of enthusiasm that would impress anyone. She showed him the same kind of passionate desire as she did for me, even as his girlfriend eagerly serviced me with her lips and tongue. There was no question of it for either of us: we were both lucky bastards, Barry and I. We had the two finest women in the world, ready, willing, and able to serve us both. Their slutty, submissive ways were ideal for men like Barry and me. They lived to service their men, as shown by their conduct now, but we also lived to satisfy them.
Their mouths also felt like Heaven on our cocks, taking us into the kind of ecstasy few could imagine if they never experienced it themselves. We held out quite a while, but being increasingly drained, we almost telepathically concurred to cum down their throats. This felt incredible, as we jizzed down their gullets like bosses. It was even better when Kayla and Summer shared our spunky loads in repeated snowball make-out sessions, sucking face like it went out of style.
Yeah, we were very lucky so far ... all four of us.
Chapter 8
North Carolina Theater of Operations,
Suburbs of Winston-Salem
April 9, 2011
"Incoming! Move this tent now!" I heard rather disturbing orders from the commander of my medical team, but so be it.
"Rat bastards! Now, I'll have to triage them! There's no saving them now!" I cursed as I realized that any hopes of saving three fine young soldiers went down the drain.
Enemy rocket fire was no joke, even if their supplies of rockets had to be dwindling drastically by this point. It was a bluff, I was convinced of it, but it was a rather brazen and determined bluff at that. Some six thousand or so die-hard Klansmen held this part of the greater Winston-Salem metropolitan area, and they weren't ready to give up the fight just yet. The upside of fighting the Klan, of course, was that these guys were too fucking stupid to remove their hoods yet. We could all see the hooded sons of bitches coming every single time.
Even so, they were some dogged fighters, unyielding and eager to attack rather than defend constantly. This enemy didn't retreat, but cost him more and more manpower by the day, even by the hour. He was the most aggressive foe yet, filled with hate and malice, it was clear to me, but it was also a fatal blunder to carry on so fanatically. His courage was suicidal bravado, little more than that.
This Imperial Wizard's style was always full-frontal assault, almost as if he never heard of tactics at all ... well, maybe he hadn't. He held his ground and dealt out plenty of his casualties, but his lines thinned out continually, which meant that our victory would be complete and we wouldn't have to take that many prisoners by the end. The word "wizard" was supposed to indicate wisdom, but I had yet to see any proof of that. The bad news was that his fierce resistance cost us considerably in blood and treasure to quash any opposition from said camp.
"Any captives yet? Any surrenders at all?" I wondered aloud now as we finished moving to the new spot.
"Nope, as usual. No quarter given or asked. The Kluckers are determined to be martyrs for their pale version of Christ. Those asshats are in for a rude awakening at the Pearly Gates, if Jesus is real at all. They're not expecting an olive-skinned Mizrahi, are they?" Second Lieutenant Aaron Goldberg, one of my fellow nurses, observed with some Schadenfreude at the notion of their shock.
"Yeah, I seriously doubt that they picture the Nazarene that way. Though if he is real, there's better than even odds that they'd meet Old Scratch instead. Even if I had to go to Hell myself, it would put a smile on my face to listen to their screams as they're tortured side by side with me forever," I chuckled now in spite of my frustration.
"With that attitude, I doubt that you'd need to worry. Satan would hire you on the spot as one of the tormentor demons, sir," Sergeant Kara Soares laughed with her own type of dark humor.
"Would he now? It doesn't seem to bother you, though," I said as I fought back tears again at the sight of the first of the trio dying on me.
I was usually pretty hardened to that by now, but this seemed a real waste, so it hit me harder than it often did. Kara, one of my patients rather than one of my nurses, pushed her dark brown hair back from her face on her stretcher as she waited for us to reset the hospital tent now. She then winked at me, reminding me that she wanted to jump my bones soon and she made no secret of the fact. Of course, she also wanted to fuck Aaron, but those goals weren't mutually exclusive, were they?
"You know, when this fucking war is over, I'm so gonna marry that yummy little shiksa slut!" Aaron commented with a stage whisper.
"I heard that! You want this slutty ass? For life? I have to warn you that I'm gonna spread it around, babe. I'm a tramp, honey! It's what I do. I'd love to marry a fine young officer like you, but make no mistake and have no illusions. I ain't the faithful sort at all," Kara cautioned Aaron after overhearing him.
"No trouble for me! Just don't be a jealous hypocrite. Turnabout's fair play. Sauce for the goose and all that jazz, babe," Aaron winked at her now.
"You think that I'll have the time, energy, or motivation during or even after this war to try to follow you around and keep you to myself, hon? Oh, no, babe! Ring or no ring, that dick is yours and this pussy is mine! So are our butts, for that matter! And our mouths! You marry me, you get what you see! I'll fuck around on you, but I'll look the other way, too! It's just Mother Nature, man! I guess that we have a deal, then," Kara announced, "hey, guys, this fine young stud is gonna marry me!"
"Wow, that's some engagement!" I grinned as Aaron, the others, and I all finished setting up the hospital tent for its new location.
"It's cool that I'm Brazilian and Catholic, too, and that I'm half-black on my mother's side?" Kara asked Aaron as he leaned over for a steamy tongue kiss.
