Soldiers in love

[patford31769]

(This thread is closed to all participants but amon_darknight and me; but I hope everyone else enjoys reading it).

(This is a story about two soldiers, Paul and Patty, who meet in basic training, fall in love and lust, and are totally committed to each other, and who both have VERY high sex drives, but ONLY for each other. So I need ONE male Literotican to play Paul, and no throwing extra characters into bed with either Paul or Patty, as so many here seem to like to do in stories like this. I see their relationship as tender, sweet, and VERY hot, but VERY committed.)

(This is just the first part of the story. But where I would like to see this go is that after training, Paul and Patty both get sent to the Persian Gulf, but in different units. Paul and Patty pine for each other, it is difficult to be apart when they both love each other so deeply, and when they both have such high sex drives, but they are too committed to each other to cheat, and are too busy with war to even be tempted anyway. But then fate takes a hand. Neither Paul nor Patty knows that their units are approaching Baghdad from opposite directions, to squeeze Saddam from both sides at once, like the pimple on the ass of humanity that he is. After the U.S. victory, Paul and Patty meet again when they are both awarded medals, and then right after, they sneak off together into a remote desert location, just them and their "borrowed" Hummer and the cactus and the lizards, and after such a long time apart, they can't keep their hands and eyes off each other, for their hottest sex yet, finally far from any prying eyes or military restrictions on their movements! I'd also like to see their relationship turn to marriage in civilian life, after the Iraq war ends.)

So, let's start this story now...

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Patty

(Age 19, 5'6", shoulder-length brown-black hair, cute face and curvy body)

The first day at Army basic training, I was nervous as hell, because I didn't know WHAT to expect. All I knew was I had heard that basic was VERY tough! And that so many of the guys, officers and soldiers alike, were total jerks who made life even tougher for women soldiers like me.

Almost from the moment I got on base, the guys were ogling me and whistling and making VERY filthy suggestions. So when I was handed my shapeless camouflage uniform, and my bunk assignment, I quickly changed in the bunk bathroom, to hide my figure. I then piled my shoulder-length hair up into a bun under my uniform cap, and put on some very ugly clear glasses with black rims, which I had bought at a drug-store. I don't need glasses with my eyesight, but I figured these would keep the horny male soldiers off my back. They worked: the guys didn't even NOTICE me after that.

Basic was even harder than I had heard. A lot of climbing ropes, scaling walls, and running through obstacle courses of tires and logs and such. Learning to fire with precision at an enemy far away. And to give you energy for all of this physical exertion? Well, as the army cook told me on the first day, "The brown puddle of slop is meat. The green puddle of slop is vegetable. And the grey puddle of slop with pale yellow puss-like slime on it is what the army calls mashed potato and butter."

I sat in a rusty metal chair at a grimy metal folding table, trying to eat the multi-colored slop off a steel tray. A young male soldier-in-training sat down next to me, and watched me push the various piles of slop around my tray, with a food-encrusted fork."

"Yum, yum, eat up, soldier!" he laughed.

"Sir, yes sir!" I laughed back, bravely shoveling a forkful of green glop into my mouth.

In a perfect imitation of our Texan drill-sergeant, he replied, "Don't you know you never call a recruit 'Sir!', soldier! You always call a recruit 'worm' or 'shit pile', don't you KNOW that, soldier!"

I laughed so hard that the green glop flew out of my nose.

"Hi," he smiled. "I'm Paul."

"I'm Patty," I extended my hand to him. That's when I finally looked at him. He was about my age, maybe a year older, and a very cute face with a firm, square jaw. Even in his shapeless camouflage shirt and baggy pants, I could tell that basic training was definitely muscling him up VERY nicely. His soft, light-brown, neatly-trimmed hair looked like something I wouldn't at ALL mind running my hands through. I was so glad that the army no longer insists on crewcuts, because that would not have looked as good on him as his dark, wavy, medium-short hair did. And those EYES! Oh, those big, deep, dark-brown beautiful eyes! A girl could happily DROWN in such eyes!

Over the following days and weeks, Paul and I seem to have run into each other a LOT, at training lectures, on the obstacle course, at the firing range, and especially at the mess hall. We always seemed to chat so easily, and we frequently told each other now that we were developing real feelings for each other. We worried about how it might hurt us both very deeply if, after basic training, we get assigned to different units and don't see each for a while. But we couldn't help falling in love, and we promised each other that we would somehow find a way to make it work. And that even if we get separated after basic, we would remain faithful to each other no matter WHAT the temptation, and write to each other daily, even if the army doesn't deliver our letters to each other, until we could both be together again.
We also often talked about how horny we were becoming for each other, how sexy we each thought the other looks, and what perverted sexual acts we wanted to do with each other now. But on an army base, we both knew that this growing lust between us was impossible to turn into a reality. At least for now.

And then one day, while the rest of our unit was out on field maneuvers, fate (in the form of our Texan drill sergeant) stepped in: the seregeant assigned Paul and me to stay behind, and to help the cook prepare dinner for when the troops would return at 1800 hours. We had the food all prepared by 1600 hours, and the cook insisted that we both go to our bunks for two hours, for some well-earned R&R, before we would have to return to serve the food that we had prepared.

With the rest of our unit out on maneuvers, Paul and I had the entire bunk-room to ourselves for two whole hours now. I immediately excused myself to use the bathroom. I emerged with my camouflage uniform shirt completely untucked and unbuttoned, with no bra underneath.

Paul put on his Texas drill-sergeant voice again, and grinning, he hollered, "You're out of uniform, soldier!"

Grinning back, I grabbed both sides of the waist-band of Paul's baggy camouflage pants, and tugged them down to his ankles.

"So are YOU, soldier" my eyes sparkled at him. "Wanna fuck?"

 

[amon_darknight]

OOC
I would love to take on the role, if it was ok with you.

ICPaul

He was glad to find such a wonderful person he could talk to, and it was a beautiful woman as well. But now Paul finds himself in the bunk alone with her and no one would be coming in for two hours or so, she had Paul in a hot spot with his pants at his ankles. He looked to her and smiled, and took her into his arms suddenly and kissed her with passion, his hands rubbing at your back and than down to your ass, he squeezed hard as he kissed down to your neck as he sucked there.

“Yes Patty, I would love to fuck. But are you ready?”

He broke away from you and took his shirt off as he gazed in to your eyes.

 

[patford31769]

Patty

Oh my GOD! I had thought Paul's face was handsome, until I had looked into those big, deep, dark-brown eyes of his. But now, as he removed his shirt, I thought I might go BLIND over the stunning beauty of his rippling chest muscles. I just leaned in and lovingly nibbled on his chest, almost fainting over the pure pleasure of him now!

And then he wrapped those powerful arms, strengthened by the grueling army obstacle course, around me and drew me near. I felt so safe, so at home, in his strong but gentle, very loving arms now. This is where I belong, where I've been searching for all my life: naked in Paul's arms!

And then, as if he wasn't already amazing enough, he tugged my own baggy camouflage pants down to my knees, knelt down, and kissed the front of my panties. Then he used his tongue to gently push my panties into my pussy.

I had NEVER had a guy go down on me first, BEFORE having me suck his cock--a LOT! Usually, I would do a LOT of cock-sucking, and NEVER get my pussy eaten, which always pretty-much ended a relationship right then and there. Paul was SO wonderful to do this for me, and it just increased my already growing feeling that I love my soldier-man SO much!

Still standing facing each other, with my breathing rapid and erratic, he pushed my panties aside and slowly slithered his tongue in. "Oh, god, you are AMAZING, Paul!" I moaned. "But now I just GOTTA see for myself, just how amazing ARE you, really?" With that, I tugged down his boxers, and gasped in absolute astonishment!

"I don't know if I can even GET all that down my throat, Paul!" I grinned. "But I am VERY eager to try!"

He put his finger to my mouth. "Shh! All in due time, Patty, all in due time. We have two whole HOURS now, and I won't LET you suck my cock, until I've eaten you to at LEAST three orgasms!" His strong arms gently lowered me onto the bunk-room floor now, as his tongue slid all over the inside and outside of my pussy, over my clit, along my moist inner walls, and all along my spongy, textured G-spot.

"Mmmm!" I moaned. "You are AMAZING, Paul! Where the hell have you BEEN all my life!"

"I love you, Patty," Paul whispered between gentle, flickering licks on my G-spot now. I was MUCH too close to coming now, to reply with anything more than "Oooooo!" I just hoped that Paul realized that in orgasm-speak, this means "I love you too, Paul."

And as he ate me so sweetly, so gently, so lovingly, as I thrashed and moaned and sighed in delight, I just kept thinking about how we STILL had about 90 minutes for me to hungrily suck his enormous cock, and then to fuck each other absolutely SENSELESS!

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He gently swirled his tongue around in her pussy, loving the taste of her juices, he took his other hand and rubbed her clit hard. He just could not believe how sexy you were, he raised your hips harder to his face as he did this and he loved it you could tell. He takes his tongue out of you and inserts two fingers in you and starts thrusting them in and out fast and he takes your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks hard on it, biting lightly on it. He moans gently as he does this.

“Ohhh Mmmm Patty, you taste so good, I love you so much. I want you so badly ever since I first saw you. I wish this time we have right now could last longer.”

He continues to suck on your clit, his tongue swirling around it and his fingers driving in and out of you fast, making your juices gush out.

 

[patford31769]

Patty

After Paul ate me to the three most wonderful, powerful, thrashing, moaning, squirting orgasms of my life, just as he had promised, I whispered throatily, "Lie back and enjoy. You have DEFINITELY earned this!"

I curled my tongue and began with soft, gentle licks on his balls. I then sucked his balls, one at a time, into my mouth. His cock began to twitch, and I groaned, "No, not yet!" Like the well-trained obedient soldier he is, Paul somehow resisted getting hard just yet, as I continued to lick and suck at his balls.

Now at last, I felt ready. I took a long, slow, lick up his semi-hard shaft, like licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Only much, MUCH more enjoyable, than even that favorite pleasure from my childhood. His cock began to stir and harden again. "Not YET, soldier!" I moaned.

My slurping tongue finally reached his wide, bulging cock-head, and I couldn't resist planting sweet, gentle, loving kisses all over it, for about fifteen minutes non-stop. I then curled up my tongue real small, and inserted the pointed tip of my tongue right into his wide-open pee-hole. He groaned, desperately fighting the urge to stiffen his cock against my tongue.

I opened my mouth wide now, and softly sucked the cock-head past my lips. "NOW, Paul," I shouted. "Harden NOW!" And with a mighty throb, he obediently stiffened fully now, inside my mouth, as I hollowed my cheeks and hungrily sucked his hardening cock into my mouth. I loved feeling his cock thickening, stiffening, and throbbing right against my tongue, teeth, and palate. There is no better feeling in this whole wide WORLD, than to feel a cock actually harden while in your mouth. Especially if that cock belongs to the man you love! This is what I wanted, this special perfect feeling of him hardening in my mouth for the very first time. "Mmmmmm!" I moaned, and the vibration of my moans against his naked cock-flesh seemed to make him grow even thicker and harder now!

I wasn't sure if he could understand my muffled words, with my mouth stuffed SO full of delicious, terrific hard-on now, but I hoped he could understand as I groaned "Oh, GOD! I just love you SO much, Paul!" between hungry slurps on his enormous, mouth-filling, mouth-wateringly scrumptous shaft.

At last, at LAST, Paul's shaft was fully in my mouth, fully hard, and his cock was brushing side-to-side, up and down, tickling against the back of my throat. "Mmmmm!" I moaned. "This is SO wonderful!" I delicately cupped his balls in my palm, and brushed them back and forth across my lips.

"Mmmm!" Paul groaned. "You are RIGHT, Patty, this is WONDERFUL! YOU are wonderful! And I love YOU very much, too!" So he COULD understand me after all, even with my voice muffled by a bigger, healthier mouthful of cock than I've EVER sucked before in my whole LIFE!

As if he could read my mind, Paul said, "Yes, Patty, I DO listen to you! I will NEVER be one of those men who tunes out HIS wife!"

"His wife!" I thought. Oh, how wonderful those two words already sounded to me now! I could hardly WAIT until the day when our military obligations were finished, and we could make those two words a reality. "Paul's WIFE!" Oh, how amazingly terrific and whole and fulfilled just those two little words could make me feel, were making me feel, as I ran those words through my mind over and over again , and as I sucked Paul down even MORE hungrily now! I loved him SO much at that moment, that I just wanted to give him the most amazing and loving blowjob of his life. Judging by his moans, groans, and all-over shaking, I guess I was succeeding in that goal now. I was almost in a swoon as I enjoyed sucking him hungrily, powerfully, while envisioning in my daydream, an engraved inviation to the wedding of "Mr. and Mrs. Paul Darknight".

And then something even MORE wonderful happened. With a mighty, throbbing pulsation, his very thick cock flared even WIDER, and began to flow hot, thick, salty come down my throat! Oh, how TERRIFIC this all was now! I gulped and gulped and gulped, moaning and cooing and sighing contentedly, as he just kept pumping and pumping and pumping his fabulous man juice into my mouth and throat! DAMN, this felt SO wonderful!

When he had finally shot the whole contents of his big, beautiful balls, through his enormous love-rod, and powerfully straight down my throat, he slowly backed out of my mouth. With giggly, playful flicks of my tongue, I licked the last dribbling drops out of his cock and off his belly and thighs. I gently cupped his cock in my hand, while he gently stroked my sore, throbbing clit.

"That was the most AMAZING blowjob of my LIFE, Patty!" Paul groaned very happily, physically and emotionally drained by my voracious cock-sucking. "I could FEEL how much you love me, with each hollowing of your cheeks, with each powerful suck. Most women give blowjobs out of a sense of obligation, but you honestly seem to ENJOY cock-sucking!"

"I DO love cock-sucking, Paul. I always HAVE! And especially YOUR cock, because I DO love you so much! And you have SUCH a big, beautiful, hard cock for me to suck on! How could I NOT thoroughly and eagerly enjoy sucking YOUR cock? So yes, Paul, I do, I truly DO love sucking your cock! And SPEAKING of 'I do,'" I grinned, "were you SERIOUS, Paul, when you started talking about me being your wife, a little while ago?"

Paul looked at me with those big, beautiful dark brown eyes of his, those gorgeous eyes that always make my heart race and pound, and my pussy moisten. Then he smiled. "I have never been more serious about anything in my LIFE, Patty! I can't IMAGINE spending one more day of my life, without YOU at my side!"

"I can't imagine my life without YOU, either!" I kissed him. "But you DO realize that we can't marry until our military obligations are completed, don't you?"

"I KNOW that, Patty. But just knowing that you love me, and that you want to marry me as much as I want to marry you, will make the army tolerable to me now. Until that very special day, the best day of our lives, our wedding day, the day I take you as my bride and I become your husband. Until that day, just knowing that our wedding day WILL come, I can tolerate even our drill sergeant! 'Drop and give me fifty, WORM!'" he barked, just like our Texan sergeant.

"I might even be able to eat that gray potato-slop without gagging now!" I laughed, "Knowing that I will someday be Mrs. Paul Darknight!"

"You make army life tolerable, Patty!"

"So do YOU, Paul!" I eagerly agreed, kissing him yet again. "I can think of only ONE thing that could make all of this even BETTER now!" I grinned. I gently squeezed his cock in my hand, and whispered, "Are you recovered enough from that blowjob yet, to fuck me for our very first time EVER now, Paul?"

In silent answer, his cock began to throb in my hand. I lay down flat on the floor, tucked a pillow from one of the bunk beds under my neck, raised my knees up and apart, and gestured for the man I love, my future husband, to enter me for the first time, right there on the bunk-room floor.

"Fuck me, Paul," I whispered breathlessly. "Oh, FUCK the future Mrs. Paul Darknight, like I've never been fucked BEFORE! Make this the very best fuck of my LIFE, with the man I love more than ANY other, Paul! Fuck me sweet, fuck me hot, fuck me hard. Just FUCK me!"

 

[patford31769]

Patty

I never knew before that a man could fuck a woman sweetly and gently, yet at the SAME time powerfully! With previous lovers, it had been gentle OR powerful, but not BOTH at at the same time as it was with Paul now.

As Paul entered me, he kept sliding forward, making sure that his cock would rub hard against both my clit and my G-spot, as he slolwy sank himself down deeper and deeper and deeper into me. I loved and appreeciated him for that, and as I softly moaned my approval of how good he was making me feel, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, using my feet on his bare ass to control the pace of his very first slow but driving thrust into me. I rubbed my big bare breasts all over his firm, muscular chest as we fucked.

When he was all the way in, filling me in places deeper than any cock had EVER reached before, we just held each other sweetly and tenderly, his cock pulsing and throbbing very deep down inside of me, and my pussy muscles clenching tighter and tighter around his long, thick manhood.

Then I slowly released him, letting him do a slow upstroke of a military-style push-up, hovering just above me. When his cock was almost completely out of me, I slowly raised my ass of the floor, to slip my pussy up over his terrific hard-on once more. As I thrust myself upward, he pushed himself back downward into me. I wriggled my hips rhythmically from side to side, causing his cock to brush back-and-forth against opposite sides of my love cavern as he slowly sank back into me.

When he was all the way back in me again, I lovingly cupped his balls in my hand, while rubbing my feet all over his cute muscular tushie.

"I'm HORN-ny!" I whined. And that was all Paul needed to hear, as we started bucking and slamming hard into each other now. I could tell that Paul, true gentleman that he is, was holding off on his own orgasm until I could come first. He didn't have to wait long, as with a groan of pure pleasure, I shook from head to toe and literally GUSHED my thick pussy juice all over his deeply-buried cock.

Trying to sound like our Texan drill-sergeant, I barked, "Come NOW, soldier! That's an ORDER!" Isn't military discipline wonderful? For throbbing madly and kissing me passionately now, Paul dutiful pumped his hot, thick, sticky love juice very deep down inside of me.

We just lay there on the barracks floor for a while, his cock still semi-hard, my very-contented pussy filled to overflowing with a blend of my own come and Paul's. Paul was gently throbbing deep inside me still, and I was lazily contracting and releasing my pussy muscles around his truly wonderful cock.

Then I finally noticed the clock on the wall. 1730 hours. The rest of our platoon would be back in 30 minutes. We got up and hastily dressed. My pussy was too sore from being SO lovingly eaten out, and SO thoroughloy fucked, that I didn't bother putting my panties back on, I felt that they would be too confining and uncomfortable. Instead, I used them to soak-up the pussy-juice and cock-cream now pouring out of me, and then stuffed them in the pocket of my camouflage pants.

We both got dressed, and arrived at the mess hall just in time to feed the returning troops at 1800 hours.

Everyone was all abuzz as they entered the mess hall. "Did you hear the news?" one soldier asked Paul and me. "We've fired on Iraq. They're going to end our basic training two weeks early, and send us all to the Persian Gulf. They're calling it 'Shock and Awe,' we're going to overwhelm and overpower Saddam's troops."

"That is news!" I declared. I thought now about Paul's and my own 'Shock and Awe.' Shock at how quickly Paul and I had fallen so deeply in love, heart and soul. And awe at how spectacular each other's bodies look, and at how amazing the sex between us is.

"Haven't you guys been listeniong to the news about Shock and Awe on the mess-hall radio?"

"We haven't been in the mess hall for a while." Paul dead-panned. "We were, umm, busy with something very IMPORTANT!" I looked at Paul and giggled. Our fellow soldiers must NEVER know what we were so busy DOING all afternoon!

Now I heard our drill sergeant's familiar booming Texas drawl: "That's right, y'all. We're at WAR! I'm posting everyone's overseas assignments on this here mess hall bulletin board."

Paul and I looked at our assignments. He was going to be in the 315th Infantry, leading the push northward from Kuwait. I would be in Turkey, on radio detail to the pilots making sortees over Turkish air space to Baghdad. As we had feared, we would have to be apart for a while now.

I remembered the panties, dipped in Paul's come and mine, that I had stuffed in the pocket of my camouflage pants. When I was sure nobody was looking, I pulled them out of my pocket and stuffed them into Paul's pocket. "Something to remember me by, to remember our love and commitment, on all those lonely nights in Kuwait," I grinned, slyly bumping my hip up against his as I slid my hand into his pocket, partly to stuff my panties in his pocket and partly to feel him up.

"But I have no souvenir to give YOU, Patty!" Paul groaned. "So you can remember OUR love, in far-off Turkey."

"Are you KIDDING, Paul?" I laughed. "I have a whole PUSSY full of souvenir from you, to remember you by and to cherish our love by!"

In a way, it would be a GOOD thing we were not stationed together. Because if we were, we would both be too busy CONSTANTLY looking for places to sneak-off together for another hot fuck, to perform our patriotic duties. Besides, we would still have three more days and nights at the training camp, before we would ship out to our respective posts, and even with MP's on 24-hour vigil, there were always ways to sneak off for a quickie, if you were determined enough.

And boy were WE determined! Over the next three days, Paul and I managed to have smolderingly hot, if very brief, sex (fucking, fellatio, cunnilingus,69, anal, you name it, we did it during those next 3 days) a total of 13 more times: in a Hummer, behind a dumpster, in the bathrooms (both men's and ladies) during breaks in our training lectures, inside a barrel at the obstacle course, even in the meat locker at the mess hall! It is amazing that we never ONCE got caught!

But all this sex over our final 3 days together just proved to us both, that it was right for us not to be together during battle, or we would be SO focused on relieving our horniness around each other, that we were bound to make dumb mistakes that would cost our lives or the lives of other soldiers who depended on us.

During our time apart, Paul and I wrote long letters to each other, full of how much we love each other, how we planned to marry as soon as our military obligations ended. Our letters were also full of VERY graphic descriptions of what we would do to each other the moment we could once more be in each other's arms. We would include photos of ourselves naked in those letters, each photo more exlicit and revealing than the last. I was surprised to hear from Paul that the army censors delivered one letter, they must not have seen the close-up Polaroid photo I took of me with three fingers jammed up my wide-open pussy, and pussy juice thickly streaming out of me. I was even more surprised that the army let me receive the photo that Paul sent in reply: his cock as long and thick and beautiful as I remembered, spurting his liquid love for me high into the air, just as he clicked the shutter. I kept that photo in my shirt pocket at all times, so I could pull it out and look at it, and think about Paul, every free moment that I had alone.

Then I received an even BETTER picture from Paul: his hard-on in one hand, the tip of his cock pressed right against the camera lens, and the source of his horniness very visible in his other hand: the panties I had dipped in my come and his, and then given to him as a souvenir. They still had that dark circular stain of our thoroughly-blended come on them! No wonder he was horny in that photo: I got horny just looking at the PHOTO of those panties marked with our mutual love, I could just IMAGINE how horny Paul must have felt actually HOLDING those panties! What am I talking about, I didn't HAVE to imagine, the proof of his horniness was VERY visible front and center of that photo!

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

The sex with Patty was phenomenal; she was the best I have ever had. Her pussy was so tight and so wet, and her movements where so in sync with my own and it was amazing. But now here we are separated for a long time and I was miserable, it was great writing to each other and taking naughty pictures and all, but it was not enough, I could remember the next days after we had that marvelous night of heat and passion, those three days we had snuck off and had quickies and it was amazing. But now here I was sleeping in a tent alone and with out my love of my life. I could not wait till this was all over and get back to my Patty, so we could have a lifetime of passion. I could only count the days. I wrote another letter to her.

Patty my sexy goddess of love,

I miss you so much, we are not really doing much out here, and I miss you so much, you are all I can think about, I jerk off to those panties so much. I never go anywhere with out them, and you pictures are so beautiful. I can wait to come home so I can ravage your body. I will eat you out 10 times and I will even rim your ass with my tongue, I am going to fuck your tits so hard and cum all over your tits and face. I want you so bad right now. I got to run the CO is calling us; here is a picture of my hard cock and me.

Love
Paul

He attaches a picture of his hard cock with the panties wrapped around them and he is jerking off to them and you can see a big drop of precum leaking out of his dick hole.

 

[patford31769]

Dear Paul,

Thanks for the wonderful photo. That dribbling cock wrapped in my panties had me fingering myself through six orgasms in a row, each more intense than the last, all while gazing longingly, lovingly at that photo and wishing that cock in my panties was while I was actually in those panties!

Playing with myself over your photo (see photo enclosed of me holding your latest photo while pleasuring my clit), had my CO came running to see if all my moaning might be from food poisoining or something, so I nearly got caught. You see what effect you have on me; one of these days, I'm going to get myself in big trouble over missing you and your gorgeous love rod.

I can hardly WAIT until I can once more wrap my hungry lips around that fine specimen of manhood in your photo. What a SHAME you had to waste that dribble of beautiful pre-come on a piece of fabric, instead of in my mouth where you and I both know it belongs.

God how I miss you so much!

All my love and lust,

Patty

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He went through missions and did the same things day in and day out. The only thing he could think about was Patty; she is what was keeping him alive. He jerked off so much just thinking about you. When he thought of all those times we snuck off and had a quickie, he instantly got hard and he jerked off. He wrote you everyday and took pictures of his raging hard on, he could not wait to be back in your arms and especially back in your hot wet pussy.

 

[patford31769]

Dearest darling Paul my sweet angel,

As you probably know from watching CNN in your tent, just as we watch here, we got moved out of Turkey last week when it became worrisome that Turks might start a side war with the Kurds. We then got moved to the west to rescue an oil field in danger of Iraqi terrorist fires. But all of that is old news.

I heard on CNN how your unit is now within spitting distance of Baghdad from the south. I'm not at liberty to say exactly where I am, of course, but suffice it to say we are still north of Baghdad. My hope is that as our battalion moves south and yours moves north, our paths might cross, even if only for a moment, even if only to make eye contact and smile. Even that would warm my heart and strengthen my courage now.

Your every photo of your beautiful thick hard cock makes my mouth water, and I cry myself to sleep for missing you so, every single night, as I'm sure you do. The only way I can sleep at all is to prop your photo on a pillow next to my head, and imagine myself once more riding that fine studly cock of yours, while frantically jamming my hand down my panties. I enclose a photo of me doing just that, stroking my clit through my pushed-aside panties while dreaming of you, and I only hope that this photo will help keep you feeling warm and safe and loved at night, too, just as your photos of your cock are SUCH a help to me!

When I play with myself like this, and make myself come, I imagine that my burst of pussy juice is thoroughly coating your magnificent hard-on, buried SO deep inside of me, and then and only then do I grow calm enough to fall asleep.

They say couples in love and lust like us shouldn't serve in the same unit, because we'll be so involved in trying to plan a secret rendezvous, that we will fail to do our jobs. But I think this is worse, going through every day and night with a big aching hole in my heart, missing you, missing talking to you, missing kissing you, missing your arms around me, missing riding the finest cock in the whole damned world, missing the hottest 69s I've ever experienced in my life! Missing wrapping my lips around your delicious love rod, missing your tongue on my frantically pulsating clit. If we weren't so busy fighting, I think I'd have gone plum crazy with loneliness by now! As it is, I'm just about to lose my mind from missing you and wanting you so.

George Bush's answer "As long as it takes" just isn't good enough. When, oh WHEN will this damned war be over, so we can once more be naked and loving in each other's arms? WHEN?

I love you more than words can say now, Paul. Be safe and speed back into my arms.

I love you! I love you! I love you!

Patty

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

Patty,

Patty, I miss you so much, I can’t stand fighting this war anymore. You are all I can think about, you are the one keeping me alive. I did hear the word that we will be closing in on the zone from the north and south, maybe we will see each other, that will give me something more to live for. God I can’t jack off anymore, I only want you on my cock, I don’t know how long I can go. I dream of licking your pussy and fingering your ass, and I start to drool as those thoughts come to mind. I find myself often licking your picture, I am going mad. A few nights ago, we were just sitting around playing ping-pong on base and a few of the other soldiers started to play truth or dare and things led to other things, and then it came to ask me and I said truth. They asked me if I would fuck one of the female CO’s and I told them that the only women I wanted and would ever touch was you, than they passed on and one women asked dare and they dared them to give me a lap dance and I pushed her away and walked to my tent and went to sleep missing you and crying myself to sleep. I want only you and I can and will see you soon, and than we will show each other the love we have for each other. I can’t wait to see your wet cunt begging for my cock, and I can’t wait to feel your lips sucking on my cock. God I am going to cum right now, I’m going to take a picture of that just for you. I promise we will see each other again and than we will make destiny.

Love and always yours,
Paul

 

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Patty

I saw Paul interviewed on CNN this morning. The reporter embedded with his unit was asking him about their unit's rapid northward advance on Baghdad, and Paul said that he was happy for his unit's success, but the hardest part was being away from loved ones. With tears in his eyes, he declared "I love you, Patty, and I miss you terribly!"

Just seeing his face, and hearing his voice, made me cry tears of joy. He looked in good health, and even more handsome and sexy than my memories of him from the last time we lay in each other's arms, over two weeks ago.

Using CNN to communicate with each other, what a GREAT idea, Paul! So I quickly changed into my tighest khaki T-shirt, with no bra underneath so I could be sure my very hard nipples would be blaring through my top on TV. I also wore my skimpiest khaki shorts, to show off as much bare leg as possible. I then sought out the reporter embedded with our own unit.

"My boyfriend Paul is in another army unit," I began. "As our own unit speeds south and his unit speeds north, my only hope is that we will somehow meet-up in Baghdad." I then whispered to the cameraman to be sure to pan up and down my bare legs as I continued. "I love you, Paul. I miss you. But soon, very soon, these legs will once more be wrapped around you, Paul, my love! Do you remember these legs, Paul, and miss them like I miss you? Soon, very soon, your, umm, unit will meet up with MY unit, and I think you rememeber how great it is when our, umm, UNITS, get together! I can hardly wait until then, Paul!"

The reporter and cameraman blushed at my double entrendres, but assured me they'd find a way around the censors, to somehow broadcast my racy mesage to Paul uncensored and unedited. "Paul sounds like quite a lucky man," the reporter commented.

"I'm the lucky one!" I smiled, brushing back a tear, "to have the love of such a terrific man."

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He cummed so hard over the T.V he had in his tent as he saw and heard Patty on the news, god he wanted her so bad and he had to have her. He screamed.

“OHHHH PATTYYY I LOVE YOU AND I WANT YOU SO BADDDD!!! MMMMMM”

Soldiers quickly ran into his tent and saw Paul sweating under his covers and just thought he was having a bad dream and they left laughing. Paul needed his love so bad, he was going crazy, and he didn’t know how much longer he could wait for her before he went absolutely crazy. It’s a good thing the soldiers didn’t see the T.V cause it was covered in Paul’s cum.

 

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Patty

I was so proud. Because I have the best driving record in my whole platoon, they let me drive one of the first tanks to roll into Baghdad. Plus, being a woman, it was a nice way to thumb my nose at those mideast extremists who want to repress women. We were coming in from the northeast, while other units (such as Paul's) were rolling in from the south. We would meet in the middle, in Baghdad, and squeeze Saddam like the pimple on the ass of humanity that he is.

Just one thing, though: it's hot as hell inside a tank. So I wore the shortest khaki shorts I could find, and tied-up my t-shirt just below my breasts. No bra and panties, but I did have to wear combat boots. It was the least amount of clothing I could get away with in the army. If the enemy could see my clothes, they would be mad as hell! And if my sweet Paul could see my clothes, he would spring a boner that my lips wouldn't be able to resist!

Such were the thoughts rolling through my mind, as I rolled my tank into Baghdad.

I was just about in the heart of the city, when I saw a 3rd Infantry tank rolling toward me. I tilted my tank gun up at him in salute, like a medieval knight tilting his sword in greeting to a passing knight from the same army. To my surprise, the driver of the other tank tilted his gun barrel upward at me in reply, reminding me for all the world of Paul's big, thick juicy cock rising upward to greet me in our mutual nakedness. Oh, how I missed Paul now, as I jammed one hand down my shorts in a futile attempt to quell the quiverings in my pussy, while my other hand jammed the tank into high gear, to knock down one of Saddam's key communications compounds, as I had been instructed to do on my list of tank targets. As I drove through the front of the building, the tank that had saluted me drove through the rear, and our tanks both came to rest in the middle of the pile of rubble.

I climbed down to better survey the damage that I had done, and so did the driver of the other tank. Seeing nobody around but me and the other tank driver, I took off my helmet and shook my hair loose. The driver of the other tank also removed his helmet.

Of course you can guess, it was PAUL!

He told me about how seeing me on CNN had made him jerk-off so hard, that he had smeared the TV screen with his come. I smiled, and laughed, and pitied the poor private who had to clean off the TV. "I fingered myself to five shaking, moaning orgasms in a row, the night I saw YOU on CNN, Paul! My sheets were SUCH a mess to sleep on that night!"

"I wish I could have been there," Paul smiled, "to sleep in a puddle of your fresh, warm pussy juice!"

Now we hugged, we kissed, we ran our fingers through each other's hair, and we each said I love you to each other about 100 times.

We then both looked around. There was nothing: no people, no sounds, nothing but the rubble with our two tanks parked on top, the two of us, and a rising cloud of dust and smoke hiding us. We both crawled down into the brick and stone rubble, dust rising and settling on us both, as we unzipped each other's shorts, and fucked right then and there, fully clothed, in the rubble and dust. It was uncomfortable as hell, and would get us both court-martialed for sure if we got caught, but neither of us gave a damn, we just knew we HAD to fuck, it had been way too damned long since we last thrust against each other like this. I don't know if it was the passion or the desert heat, but we were sweating like pigs as we slammed our bodies against each other, and grunting and squealing like happy little pigs, too!

We knew we didn't have much time, as the truck loads of relief food for the Iraqi civilians would be rumbling by any minute now. Besides, we couldn't take much more of this frantic, sweaty fucking.

It felt SO good to at last thoroughly soak Paul's hot cock with my pussy juices, as he pumped his load deep and hard and powerfully into me. I then licked his cock clean through his shorts, as he licked my pussy clean through my own shorts.

Using the tails of our T-shirts, we wiped the remaining come, sweat, dust, and rubble off of each other. I deeply inhaled his sweat and come from my T-shirt, and he inhaled my sweat and pussy-juice from his T-shirt. We then lovingly zipped each other up, gently patted each other on the fannie, kissed goodbye, and climbed back into our respective tanks, just in time to join the other tanks that were already escorting the convoy of food trucks to the designated food distribution point in the heart of Baghdad.

We would both be busy helping with food distribution for a few hours, but we would definitely find a way to sneak off tonight, and suck and fuck the night away together. My lips hungered for Paul's cock, every bit as much as he told me that his lips hungered to taste my pussy once more. We could hardly wait!

 

[Guest]

Hey Soldier Grl

Nice Story... Apparently I came in at the end. If you have any other ideas for a story, PM me I'd love to write a little sordid tale.

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

It was simply amazing to see Patty in that tank; I just couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw her wearing absolutely nothing. Than the quickie we had was so heavenly, even though it was in the dirt and rubble it was still amazing. Her pussy was just as tight and definitely wetter than before. God I when I cummed she looked disappointed cause I didn’t cum in her, but on her slit. There was a very good reason for me doing that, I wanted to tease her.

“Patty, you are so beautiful and perfect, I wont cum inside of you till I can cum 5 times in a row. I want to see what you look like covered in my cum. I can’t wait till we can sneak off again. I want to eat you to 5 orgasms this time and I will do that before you get to suck my cock again, now I want you to not touch yourself till we fuck again. They say abstinence makes the sex better love. So wait for me.”

He ran off and got back in the tank and got in formation with the other tanks, all Paul could think about was eating her pussy, and fucking those to die for tits. Paul almost cummed in his pants as he thought about it. Patty would think of how they could sneak out of base and go off for a quickie, she was the mastermind and if she put her mind to the task, than we surly would be fucking soon.

 

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Patty

As we were guarding the volunteers who were passing out the food to hungry civilians, we heard about some journalists who were killed in battle while in a Baghdad hotel.

Paul and I looked at each other. Without needing to say a word, we both realized now that we had been very lucky to survive our earlier tryst in the communications center rubble. Baghdad was still a very dangerous place, but we still wanted to physically express our deep love for each other as soon, as much, and as often as possible.

After all of the food was distributed for the day, we found our solution. Paul had sometimes helped out around his unit's motor pool, and a corporal came up with a tale of a Hummer needing repair. Since he were both finished with guard duty for today, Paul and I followed the corporal to the busted Hummer. He left us there, alone with the Hummer, and returned to his unit, promising to return for the Hummer in the morning.

Paul tinkered and sweated and cursed over the Hummer for about half an hour, while I periodically mopped the sweat off of his brow with a clean rag.

At last, the repairs were finished. "A good mechanic always test-drives a vehicle after he finishes his repairs," Paul grinned. "Care to ride along, Patty?"

"There's only ONE thing I want to ride right now, Paul," I grinned. "And that's YOU!"

I climbed into the Hummer and Paul asked "Where to?"

"Far away from the dangers of the central city," I replied. "Someplace where we can be alone and you can make good on your promise to eat me to five orgasms in a row!"

"Right, the desert it is!" Paul laughed. "With only the cactus to watch us fucking!"

With that, we lit off across the desert as fast as the just-repaired Hummer would take us. When we were out of sight and sound of everyone, Paul slammed on the brakes and we both jumped out, eagerly stripping each other. We laid a large army blanket on the hot sand, and I stretched out naked on my back, inviting Paul's head between my thighs.

As he promised, he spent the next hour slowly, lovingly eating me to five consecutive orgasms, each one making me thrash and moan and scream even more intensley than the last. His swirling tongue struck everywhere: circling my pussy lips, licking my clit, snaking over my G-spot, and even slithering into my ass. And it all felt so wonderful!

"OK, that's five," I grinned after my final orgasm. "My turn now." And with that, I threw him face-up on the blanket, knelt on my knees over him, and sucked his cock with a voracious hunger. It had been FAR too long since my lips and my tongue had tasted his sweet pulsating manhood.

After that first powerful suck, I was so happy to have him in my mouth at last, that I was finally able to calm down and relax. I then let him slide back out of my mouth, and I began slowly kissing and licking all over his balls, shaft, and cock-head. Each kiss, each flick of my tongue, made Paul moan louder and louder, and I smiled with pride over how skillfully I was pleasuring him now. So I slowly, lovingly, sucked hom all the way back down my throat. I was so glad nobody could see or hear us now...or so we thought!

Suddenly, I heard loud voices shouting in rapid Arabic, and I feared that these were Iraqi soldiers ready to kill us. I was so scared that I didn't even THINK to release Paul's cock from down my throat.

Then I noticed that there were five of them, and they all set their weapons down, raised their hands high in the air, and stood watching intently as I still knelt, frozen in fear, with my mouth still stuffed full of Paul's cock.

Then one in the group spoke to us in English. "I am Abdullah, the only one in my group who speaks English. We heard all your loud moaning, and we decided to see what was going on. After watching you two, we want to surrender to you now. We want to join your army. We want to become soldiers who get to have THEIR cocks sucked, too!"

I laughed at their thought that all American GIs get to have their cocks sucked all the time like this, and the pleasurable vibration of my laughter against his cock made Paul throb in my mouth.

Paul and I hurriedly dressed, and proceeded to lead the five Iraqi soldiers toward the Hummer.

"I don't think we will all fit," Abdullah said.

"Sure we will," I reassured him. "It seats seven, so we will all just fit nicely. You five, me , and Paul."

"No, you don't understand, we won't ALL fit!" Abdullah repeated. He then shouted something in Arabic, and from behind a sand dune, about 200 more Iraqi soldiers stood up, hands in the air, shouting what I figured was probably the only English phrase that they all knew: "We surrender!"

"They all want to join the west, and get THEIR cocks sucked too, like your woman just did for you, Paul," Abdullah smiled. "Iraqi women can't suck cock worth a damn! And most of them don't even TRY! Most of these guys are barely 18, and have never even HAD sex, and what they just saw was probably the first time most of them have ever even SEEN what sex looks like! So can you BLAME my men for all being horny as hell now, after they have just been watching you two?"

He shouted something else in Arabic, and half of the 200 soldiers shouted "Amer-i-CA! Amer-i-CA!" while the other half shouted "Need cock sucked! Need cock sucked!"

Paul and I looked at each other and laughed. Then I got on the Hummer's radio and called for troop transport trucks.

"Trucks? Plural?" the radio man asked.

"Affirmative. We have about 200 Iraqi soldiers here surrendering to us..."

"223," Abdullah corrected.

"Correction, we have 223 Iraqi soldiers here, eager to surrender." Paul then gave our coordinates, according to the Hummers's on-board GPS system.

Abdullah grabbed my radio's microphone. "223 very horny soldiers, eager to surrender!"

All of them started loudly chanting "Need cock sucked! Need cock sucked!"

"What the hell is going on there, soldier!" came blaring over the radio.

I grabbed the microphone now. "My fault. I hadn't seen my boyfriend since the day the war started, because we were in different units at different ends of Iraq. So when we were saw each other again today, we naturally couldn't wait to..."

"Understood," the radio man replied. "I miss my girlfriend terribly, and I whack-off every night just dreaming about her."

"Well, all of these soldiers saw me with a mouthful of my Paul," I giggled, "and now they ALL want to become Americans, so they can have women suck THEIR cocks, too!"

The chant of "Need cock sucked! Need cock sucked!" arose again, even louder this time. And several dozen uniform zippers were loudly pulled open in unison.

"I can't suck all 223 of you, even I wanted to!" I laughed. "And I love only Paul, so I DON'T want to!"

"Listen," the radio man said. "We've got this group of female volunteers from the inner streets of several big American cities, who all wanted to help any way they could in this war. They all used to be streetwalkers, you know, low-rent hookers, but they all felt they could do more good fighting Iraqis than fucking Johns. The army hasn't been able to do much to train them, they seem to have only ONE useful skill, if you know what I mean. There's about 150 of these bimbos, umm I mean soldiers, right here in our camp right now, and we didn't know WHAT to do with them, until NOW! So I think they would be the PERFECT soldiers to pick up your prisoners in some troop trucks,, and to teach them first-hand how truly great western democracy really can be."

I explained all of this to Abdullah, who explained it to the other soldiers. As the troop transport trucks drove up to us in the desert, the 223 surrendering Iraqi soldiers all dropped their uniform trousers, shouting "Need cock sucked! Need cock sucked!"

As the streetwalker volunteer soldiers climbed down out of the truck, I heard one of them say "Finally, the army assigns us to do something we KNOW how to do!"

"Hello, boys!" another called out cheerfully. "I hear that you boys are ready to come over to OUR side now! Let us show you just how great being an American can be!"

A third flitted her tongue suggestively at one of the surrendering Iraqi soldiers, and cooed, "Let me PERSONALLY give you a very warm welcome to America!"

"I surrender to YOU!" the soldier replied.

The 150 slut-soldiers dropped to their knees in the desrt sand, and prepared to do their patriotic duty, to convert these Iraqis into normal American men with healthy libidos. Meanwhile, Paul and I climbed into the Hummer, to fuck away the rest of the afternoon in relative seclusion. Both of us were spurred on by the joyous slurping of the 150 former hookers, and the ecstatic moans of the 223 Iraqis (soon to be literally SUCKED into becoming Americans), all of which was taking place not 50 feet from us now.

 

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Patty

I don't know who had happier smiles on their faces now, the 150 hookers-turned soldiers (with warm come dribbling down their chins from the 223 virgin Iraqi soldiers whom they had just converted to the American way of life), the Iraqis soldiers who had just received the first blow-jobs of their repressed lives, or Paul and me for our 69 in the Hummer.

Now a hand-full of Iraqi women walked up to our supposedly-secluded desert outpost, and wanted to know what was going on.

"We're initiating these Iraqi soldiers into American manhood, sweetie," one of the hookers-turned-GI replied crudely.

"These American soldiers are treating us MUCH better than we treated American prisoners-of-war," one of the Iraqi soldiers said, his still-exposed dick still dribbling his come out its tip. "And for that I am most humbly sorry!"

One of the Iraqi women, who introduced herself as Fatima, said she wanted to learn how to please their men, the way American women did. So one of the hooker-soldiers proceeded to demonstrate her best blowjob technique on one of the surrendering Iraqi soldiers, for the education of this Iraqi woman. After he came down her throat, Ms. GI Slut smiled, and happily licked the Iraqi soldier clean.

"Excuse me," Fatima asked, "I can see that the soldier enjoyed what you just did to him, and while you seemed to like it too, he obviously enjoyed it MUCH more."

That's when I stepped in. "It's MUCH more enjoyable if you actually love and care about the man you are sucking on, Fatima." I then beckoned Paul over, and dropped to my knees before him in the desrt sand. I slowly unzipped him with my teeth. I then slowly, lovingly kissed and licked every millimeter of his balls, shaft, and cock-head, before slowly sucking on him, which had us both moaning intensely. We must have both moaned "I love you" about 1000 timnes as I happily, eagerly sucked on my man.

I savored Paul's come in my mouth for several enjoyable minutes, before gulping it all down, and licking him clean.

"Yes, I can see that is much more enjoyable," Fatima agreed. "I would love to try that on MY boyfriend! Have you seen him?" she asked, showing me his photo. The photo showed Abdullah, so I brought him over to her. She dropped to her knees, and very lovingly repeated everything I had just done with Paul, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, moan for moan.

When she had finished, Abdullah wanted to know if there was anything he could do for his beloved Fatima, to bring her to such heights of ecstasy as she had just given him. So Paul picked me up and sat me on the hood of the Hummer. I opened my knees apart, he knelt between my legs, and his talented tongue once more slowly, lovingly ate me through a whole new series of 5 or 6 thrashing, moaning orgasms. Abdullah watched intently, mentally recording Paul's every move.

When we had finished, Abdullah hopped his beloved Fatima up on the hood of one of the troop transport trucks, and proceeded to eat his beloved Fatima with great passion and delight. When he stood back up, his face was completely smeared in her pussy juice, on his forehead, eyelids, nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin.

They gazed deeply and lovingly into each other's eyes, and smiled. They then looked at Paul and me and simultaenously gushed "Thank you," over and over again to us.

"We LOVE America," they cried out in unison, as they happily licked the come off of each other now.

The 150 hooker-soldiers, the handful of Iraqi women, and 222 of the 223 prisoners of war, climbed into the troop transport trucks and drove back to our base camp, for the prisoners to formally surrender. Fatima, Abdullah, Paul, and I climbed into the Hummer, with Paul driving, and we four escorted the troop trucks back to camp. The whole way back, Paul fingered my pussy while I rested my head in his lap and slowly, lazily sucked on his cock, while Fatima sucked on Abdullah, and Abdullah lovingly rubbed her G-spot and her clit with two fingers.

As we drove back to camp, we saw hundreds of Iraqi citizens eagerly tearing-down statues and posters of Saddam, as hundreds of others happily waved, cheered, and shouted "America!" as we passed.

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He looked around at the new American soldiers, both male and female, sluts and former enemies; he shook his head as they were driving back to base. He only wanted to be alone with Patty for a night and for the rest of their lives. He loved her and wanted her badly.

“Patty, that was nice and all, but I wanted to be alone and not bothered. I want you so bad right now, but we are back on base right now and we can’t do anything now. But we have tomorrow. See you than love.”

He kissed her deep again and jammed 3 fingers in your pussy and fingered you really fast and than he pulled away from you and walked back to his quarters. The last thing you heard from him was.

“Patty I love you and I can’t wait till the next time, don’t disappear on me now.”

 

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Patty

A new dawn. Literally and figuratively. Literally, because of a bright morning sunrise over our camp. Birds singing, no more droning of airplanes, no more explosions of bombs, and no more firing of rifles. Even the looting had died down, mostly because there was nothing left to loot any more.

A new dawn of freedom for the Iraqi people. A new dawn of true love, and sexual expression and experimentation, for Abdullah and Fatima, and for Abdullah's 222 newly-liberated fellow soldiers and THEIR girlfriends.

A new dawn of a new day, for Paul and me to once more sneak off somewhere (hopefully more private this time) for a lot more quiet alone time as a couple, and of course for a lot more of that amazing and explosive, raw and passionate, loving, giving, and caring sex between us.

And, I hoped, a new dawn for Paul and me to build our lives together. Now that we soldiers had pretty much achieved our goals, we American troops would be going home soon, which would mean a new dawn for Paul and me as husband and wife. Mrs. Paul Darknight. Oh, how I loved the sound of that, how those three simple words filled my heart with joy, just thinking about them.

But amid the joy of this new dawn, was some sadness that I fought hard to push out of my mind now. Sadness over how hard it had been to sleep without Paul in my bed and in my arms, last night and for over 20 nights before that.

And sadness at the realization that in the hustle and bustle of war, Paul had not actually proposed to me just yet.

I felt so happy inside at this new dawn, though, that I felt certain Paul would propose to me before this day was over, and that thought cheered me right back up again...for a moment.

But was I presuming too much? Paul said he loves me, and the loving, attentive way he always pleasures me seemed to confirm that, but was I being too presumptuous to think that he would actually propose to me? Was I getting my hopes up TOO high, to imagine that he would propose to me TODAY?

With joy at the prospect of becoming Paul's wife, competing for control of my mood with sadness that I had yet to actually be proposed to, I entered the mess tent for breakfast. I sat across the table from Paul, smiled, and greeted him hopefully, "Good morning, Paul, sweetheart, darling, love of my life."

I think I was hoping for two replies from Paul to my sunny greeting now: "Let's skip breakfast and sneak off for a a slow, quiet, leisurely, loving fuck," and "Will you marry me?" I was more than ready to say yes to both, on this bright, happy new dawn.

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He sat beside his lovely beautiful girlfriend at the table and kissed her and nuzzled her neck. He gazed deep into your eyes and had lust written in them as he looked to you.

“Patty dearest, lets go and have a picnic, I got a hummer ready to go and I found a nice secluded cave and it is clear of baddies, and how do I know this, well I have friends in high places such as the Rangers and the Seals. So we can go there if you want, but if you want to stay on base than that is fine, its up to you. Have I told you that I love you and I think you are the most angelic person on this whole earth and in the whole universe, don’t ever change on me.”

He picks a cup of apple juice up from the table and sips on it and he just gazes into your beautiful eyes as he drinks his drink.

 

[patford31769]

Patty

I watch Paul sip his apple juice through a straw, as we gaze deeply, soulfully, longingly into each other's eyes. He tells me I am his angel, and I tell him he is my one true soulmate. I slowly stand up and walk to Paul's side. I grab the straw and take a long, deep suck of apple juice. "Mmm, there's something else I'sd MUCH rather be sucking right now!" I grin. I squat down and begin nibbling on his ear, and he resumes sipping his apple juice through the straw. As I nibble on his ear, he is starting to have a difficult time sipping his juice through his straw.

"What's the matter?" I tease. "Do I distract you, baby?" I then slid my tongue into his ear, and probe around for a while.

I then lean into his ear and whisper, "Watching your lips suck on that straw, makes me want those soft, sweet lips down between my legs, kissing and gently sucking. I love you so much, and I WANT you, baby! I NEED you! I'm ready to head off to those caves in the Hummer, any time you are, darling. Let's make love in the cave, and you can enter MY love cave! You can BE a hummer in MY cave any time, sweetie!"

As Paul stood up, a small red velvet box dropped out of the pocket of his khaki uniform shirt, into the Iraqi desert sand. It was almost, but not quite, enough to distract my riveted gaze from the bulge up the front of his uniform pants. He quickly picked up the little box, dusted it off, and hastily stuffed it in his pants pocket, apparently hoping that I hadn't seen it.

"What's in the box?" I teased, suspecting and hoping it was an engagement ring.

"Oh, nothing," he answered nervously, his palms sweating. "Nothing at all." He helped me into the Jeep, and we drove off to those secluded caves for some private nookie time, just the two of us, to love the afternoon away in private at last. And, I hoped, for the man I love, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, to at last propose to me.

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

They were together in the cave and at first Paul acted shy and nervous. But he could tell that Patty knew he was playing.

“Umm Patty, I don’t think I can do this, we are alone and it has been so long since we have been alone and I am quite nervous. I cant perform. I’m sorry.”

He runs to the backside of the Hummer and plays shy more.

“I don’t think I can handle you Patty, you are to good to me.”

He grins at you playfully and he hides behind the hummer from you.

 

[patford31769]

Patty

"Where ARE you, my sweetheart?" I laugh. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

I slip around the far side of the Hummer and grin. "You know you can't hide from my dick radar, Paul, you silly man!" I giggle. I pull him up by his underarms, facing me. I kiss his soft lips fiercely, hungrily, pasionately. My hungry lips linger on his sweet lips for a very long time.

Finally, I slowly slink downward. I kiss his neck. I slowly unbutton his khaki uniform shirt, kissing further down his chest with each button that I open. I slowly, playfully unbuckle his belt, then with a loud snap, I unhitch his baggy uniform trousers. My heart is pounding in my ears, my mouth is dry, as I eagerly unzip him at last. For the moment, it is enough just to see and admire his cock, which looks wonderful to me, even in its soft state. I am just happy to see his cock at all at this point, it has just been too damned long since I last set eyes on it.

I set his shirt on the hood of the Hummer, to insulate his bare flesh from the hot metal in the burning desert sun. I then help him to hop up on the hood of the Hummer. Making a real show of unlacing his combat boots, I tug his boots off of him and toss them into the back seat of the Hummer. Now I am free to pull his combat trousers completely off of him, which I do with great relish. He is now seated before me, just the way I like him, completely and deliciously naked. Tossing his combat trousers in the back of the Hummer with his boots, I lean down and kiss his thighs and his cock, and I whisper "I love you" repeatedly.

I start to hum a seductive little tune, as I stand up, slowly unbutton my blouse, and remove my tight khaki short-shorts. With difficulty, I manage to slip my shorts off over my boots, and I toss my blouse and shorts into the back of the Hummer, too. I am naked now except for my combat boots. Paul's sweet pecker starts to stiffen a little at the sight of my bare breasts and neatly-trimmed but bushy pussy.

I pick up a large flashlight from the Hummer, grab Paul by the hand, and lead him into the secluded cave that he picked out for our afternoon of lovemaking. Some light streams in through the cave entrance, but the cave is pretty dark, so that without the flashlight, we would have to make love by our sense of touch and scent, not by sight. I might want to do that later, but for right now, I want to be able to watch every delicious bit of Paul as we play in our private cave. So I switch on the flashlight and set it on a large nearby rock for illumination.

I decide that before I watch him fuck me, I want to start by watching Paul harden under the loving influence of my eager tongue. I start at the very edge of his balls, and after eagerly licking every millimeter of his huge come-sack, I slowly lick my way up his shaft, until he is pulsing and throbbing and stiffening wonderfully.

"I thought you said you couldn't perform," I tease, as my tongue slowly, lovingly swirls all around his big, beautiful cock-head now.

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He feels her take his cock and start to lick it with her wonderful tongue, but he wanted to tease her. He pulled away from her and grabbed the flash light and turned it off and placed it where she left it as he ran and grabbed the night vision goggles from the hummer he left in the side compartment and he ran off laughing, catch me if you can, he yelled out. Than you heard nothing. He ran down the hall and put on the night vision and clicked it on, he hid behind a rock and waited for her. He knew there was only 2 ways she could go and he knew that both ways ended in a dead end, he had set up a blanket in the far corner of the room and he would hide and sneak up on her, when he saw her. He sat there and grinned.