In the Navy
Maybe nothing more than a cock-and-bull
story
© 05/2013
Coyote/Kojote/Mike Stone
Part 01
Part 02
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II.
Only a
couple of hours after having sex with not only one, but two beautiful women on
board of their ship in the crews quarters - a scenario that before would have
been too hilarious to even dream about for me - I found myself visiting the
Norwegian town of Stavanger.
I didn’t
see much of it though, because my attention was completely focused on the girl
at my side.
Hand in
hand, we had left her ship to get some private time away from wary eyes.
Especially those of Kristanna’s sister. At least I suspected so.
We had
visited a bar and got a drink, but we both found it too loud to talk and too
crowded to enjoy the company of each other the way we wanted. Or at least the
way I longed for.
Kristanna
apparently felt just the same and dragged me out of there soon.
We were
on our way to somewhere. I think she had a destination in mind, but I didn’t
care at all. I only wanted to look at her every two seconds or so to make sure
I wasn’t dreaming.
Feeling
her fingers in my hand did help, but there were other reasons to look at her.
Like… her beauty. And the way she looked back and smiled. And stuff…
We were
heavily distracted, which turned out to be a bad idea.
When
three guys stepped up in front of us, I realized this. My first thought was, we
could have avoided it by taking another route. Looking into the face of the one
in the middle, I already was in doubt about this possibility.
He had
waited for us and he wasn’t alone.
I was
pleased to see the bruise at his jaw. I had only given him one punch, but
apparently it had been a good one.
Not as
pleasing were the two tall guys accompanying him. In fact, the way the scowled
at me was the polar opposite of ‘pleasing.’
From the
moment the trio stepped into sight, I had a very bad feeling about how this
would possibly end. A concern, which proved to be right....
Kristanna
stepped forward and confronted her Ex without showing any fear.
She
didn’t wait for him to speak up. She apparently had a pretty clear impression
of what this was about. She immediately started yelling at him in Norwegian;
her tone and the waving gestures she made implied that she tried to chase him
away.
Unfortunately,
whatshisname didn’t give a shit about what she did or said. He tried to speak
to her twice. When she wouldn’t listen, he decided to do the one thing I really
couldn’t stand: He pushed her to the side.
Kristanna
yelped and stumbled; she tried to keep her balance, but failed and fell to her
knees.
As I
said before, I had this chivalrous streak in me back then. I wasn’t confident
or cool or anything, but I did act upon my urges pretty often. And things like
this urged me into rather stupid actions.
Chris-whatever
and his buddies watched my girlfriend
for a week fall and were distracted, but even if they had been
closing in I wouldn’t have hesitated. Without thinking, I repeated what had
worked once, and this time I was able to put my whole weight into the fist I
planted right into the motherfuckers face.
It hurt
like hell when I broke, or at least disjointed, his nose. I actually thought I
might have broken something in my hand, too; but if his loud scream was any
indicator, it hurt him more.
He
stumbled back and fell onto his butt while yelling and holding his face in his
palms. I shook my hand, cursed and thought about looking after Kristanna, but I
didn’t get the chance.
The two
companions of that asshole reacted pretty fast after their buddy was out of the
picture. One of them caught my attention with calling me names and the other
took advantage of my distracted state.
I hadn’t
been in many fights until then and I was about to learn an important lesson regarding
the importance of not completely concentrating on one of two opponents right
there and then. Unfortunately, the lesson came a second too late to make any
good of it. At the same instance, I also learned a thing or two about honorable
behavior and its worth in an actual fight.
The
whole body of asshole number two slammed into my side before I even realized he
was jumping into my direction. He tackled me and brought me down hard.
I lost
my breath when hitting the ground and that gave him the opportunity to get over
me. His fists said hello to my stomach three times and to my ribs twice, while
I couldn’t get my wits together to do anything about it.
This
whole thing could have gotten much worse though, if Kristanna hadn’t had a real
brain behind her angelic face. After trying to stop the guy kneeling on top of
me and getting caught by number three, she screamed for help. And she did it in
German!
In
hindsight, she probably couldn’t have done any better.
Maybe
some Norwegians would have helped, maybe not; but at this time of the evening,
there were about one hundred German sailors out in the streets. Most of them
were not far away, since there was only this one street with bars to go to.
Hearing
a female cry for help in German brought a couple of them to the spot in no
time. The first thing they did was to secure the guy who was beating somebody
into the ground.
One of
my comrades helped me to my feet, two others were holding my fist-happy new
‘friend’ and three more were facing number three, Kristanna and whatshisname.
The tension was at its maximum for a moment.
By
chance, one of my comrades on the scene was a higher-ranking petty officer. He
tried to do the right thing and order us back to the ship, but my girl -
my girlfriend -
was in the clutches of her Ex and his buddy. So that’s what I told him.
Again,
this could have gotten much worse. None of my guys would have let me down on
this and we outnumbered the others now. Once more, it was Kristanna who rescued
the situation.
She was
already struggling against the one who was holding her and eventually she got
the leverage to kick back and hit home with her heel. Even I winced
sympathetically when the guy howled like a banshee and grounded out, while
holding his crown jewels.
I forgot
about all that just a few tenths of a second later, when Kristanna reached me
and hugged me fiercely. It hurt, but… in a good way!
She
didn’t say anything, but clung to me, even when one of our lower ranking
officers reached the scene and demanded attention. Of course, he tried to find
out what had happened and of course, he didn’t get any more answers after it
was apparent that the Norwegians were in the Navy, too.
Them
being some real fucked up assholes wasn’t anything that qualified as a reason
to get any superiors involved.
Our
lieutenant didn’t buy the story about the real nasty case of bad luck that was
responsible for one Norwegian falling onto his nose, another one falling onto
his balls and me falling onto my chest. Yet he couldn’t do anything about it
and finally scurried away.
My
comrades hesitated to go back to their business. I didn’t fill them in to what
was the reason for the rumble; it was pretty clearly something about me being
with a Norwegian girl. They would have gotten protective and kinda clingy, if
not for Kristanna… again.
“I’ll
take care of him,” she told them. “And I doubt that he’ll want any bystanders
when I show him my gratitude.”
She
managed to say that in a way that even the least fluent in English understood
very clearly.
Laughing,
they left after patting my shoulders and telling me to have fun - and how to
have that, how often it would have to be if I didn’t want to bring shame on the
German Navy and so on….
And I…
God… I felt so fucking good I can’t even describe.
I mean…
I wasn’t that kind of guy, y’know?
I didn’t
get into fights about girls, and they didn’t cling to me as if I was the only
solid thing in a hurricane. Especially not if they were just plain gorgeous -
like Kristanna - and very clearly able to defend themselves - like Kristanna.
I was
the guy who could count on not getting laid nine out of ten times. I was the
guy who really went out of his way to avoid fights out of fear of getting hurt.
Yet
there I stood and felt like… friggin Conan.
Apart of
the both of us being clothed a little too much, the picture was oddly fitting
the situation. I almost wished Luis Royo had been there to make some drafts.
Uhm...
Didn’t I mention being a nerd before? Sorry.
Alas…
There was one thing I wasn’t very proud of, and I had to apologize for that.
“I’m
sorry I didn’t catch you when he pushed you to the side. I hope your knees
don’t hurt to bad?”
Kristanna
lifted her head from my chest and looked up into my face. I haven’t seen such
an expression of utter disbelief on a face very often.
“Are you
kidding me?” she asked, looking stunned.
I
frowned and worried about what I may have gotten wrong. Was it that apparent
that her legs were hurting and I didn’t realize? Had I missed something else?
“You
just got beaten up and worry about my knees?” she gasped disbelievingly.
“I only
caught a couple of punches…” I tried to downplay, but she frowned and brushed
over my ribcage.
“Ouch!”
Fuck!
That hurt!
“I think
you need a special treatment,” she said with a mischievous tone in her voice.
“I know a place for that. May I use your phone?”
It was
apparent that I carried my cell with me. I kept it stowed away in one of those
fancy mobile pockets made of leather on my belt.
Yeah… I
already mentioned not being cool in any meaning of the word, didn’t I?
I nodded
to her question. I didn’t understand what she was talking about, but there was
a tremble in her voice and a sparkle in her eyes taking any urge to resist
away. Whatever she had in mind, I was game.
I
listened to her talking to somebody in a really persuasive way. I thought I
heard a female voice answering, but I couldn’t be sure. That question got
answered later, though.
After a
minute or two, she had apparently gotten what she wanted and asked me if I felt
able to pick up our little walk again. I didn’t object.
“You
really shouldn’t have done that,” she mentioned after a while.
We were
walking slowly and heading away from the ships and into the town. She was by my
side and had her arm around my waist while I hugged her shoulders.
Do I
have to mention that I felt really good, even if my upper body reminded me on
the beating I had received from time to time?
“He
pushed you,” I explained. “He was not only being rude. He pushed my…
girlfriend.”
“I like
the sound of that,” she answered, looking up to me and smiling. “Don’t hesitate
to say that as often as you want to.”
“Wouldn’t
it sound a bit stupid if I started and ended all my sentences with ‘my
girlfriend’?”
“Sound
stupid then. I wouldn’t mind,” she suggested with a grin, but then she got
serious again. “Nobody has ever done something like that for me, Mike.”
I
stopped and turned her to face me. I really knew a thing or two about this.
For once
not doubting in doing the right thing, I took her face into my hands and looked
into her eyes.
“I’d do
it again and I’d do a lot more for you. Not because you were especially kind to
me. Not because you coaxed me into fucking your sister, but because of….”
I
trailed of a bit. Not really in a loss of words, but in an attempt not to use
the wrong ones.
“Because
I really like you very much,” I ended.
I was
actually pretty confident that I had done that right and the wet shimmer in her
eyes supported that.
She
reached up and I met her halfway to kiss her lightly. Then she hugged me, consciously
aware of my bruising, and murmured something in Norwegian in a voice of mixed
playfulness and seriousness.
“What
was that?” I asked
“Nothin’,”
she mumbled into my shirt.
I picked
up on the mere hint of just a little more playfulness in her tone.
“It
didn’t sound like nothing.”
“I
probably shouldn’t tell you, because you could feel compelled to act on that,
but….”
Her
fingers slowly crawled up my back, until she reached my neck. I followed her
light pull until her mouth was right at my ear.
“You
fighting for me is… incredibly hawt!”
She only
whispered those words, but the urgency and hunger in her voice made me shiver.
I
couldn’t actually believe that, could I? Oh… I really wanted to believe it, but that
was just… cliché, wasn’t it?
“Actually
it was more like me getting beaten up.”
Yup, I
really answered exactly that.
“You
broke the nose of the biggest bastard I know,” she disagreed and took the
opportunity to softly bite into my earlobe.
“And you
knocked him out. Twice.”
Her
breath, and what her mouth did to one surprisingly sensitive part of my body I
hadn’t previously known to be an actual erogenous zone, really tore apart any
resistance I could rally.
“It took
two guys of the
KJK to put you down,” she added, “and they had to cheat….”
Well…
this was some new information for me, but it made sense that those two bullies
were soldiers from the Kystjegerkommandoen
- the Norwegian Marines.
Playing
punching ball for one of them wasn’t exactly something to be proud of, but it
wasn’t much to be ashamed of either. That I had gotten some close combat
training to act as part of boarding detachments didn’t really mean that I was
combat hardened - I was a somewhat nerdy radar operator, after all.
And hey…
They did cheat, didn’t
they?!
Kristanna
grabbed one of my hands and led it to the fullness of her breast. She directed
my touch to the center, where I found her nipple hard like a pebble.
“That’s
because of you,”
she concluded.
I really
couldn’t think clearly anymore.
The
gorgeous brunette already had this effect on me whenever she was present.
Getting told and shown in such a direct way that I was responsible for what
felt like high arousal was a little too much to bear.
I moaned
and I probably growled as well. My hand grabbed her boob and my arm around her
back pulled her closer. She only squealed delighted and brought her head back
far enough to kiss me passionately.
“Let’s
hurry to get there,” she acclaimed with quickened breathing.
I
couldn’t have cared less for actually where or what ‘there’ was. I only hoped
it would be very close.
We
hurried through the dark streets of Stavanger and I didn’t give the beauty of
this cute little town the credit it deserved. I only noticed that the streets
were narrow and winded and had cobblestone pavement.
Most of
my consciousness was engrossed by the woman who held my hand and dragged me
through a foreign town in a foreign country with unknown intent.
I wasn’t
the least afraid regarding said intent, though. I was pretty much looking
forward to whatever she had in mind.
We
reached one of the smaller houses around. When she simply opened the door, I
should have been surprised. I wasn’t used to front doors being unlocked, but I
think I didn’t really realize it before much later.
We
entered a small apartment. It was only one large room with a table, a queen
sized bed and a kitchenette. There was just one other door probably leading
into a bathroom.
I’d like
to say something about the style of this living space, given that I kinda made
friends with the person living here and considering the time I spent there, but
I just never got the time to really have a look at it.
Kristanna
called: “Lynn?”
At least
I thought it was ‘Lynn’ back then.
When
nobody answered, she reached for my cell phone again. I didn’t care that she
didn’t ask me.
She
needed less than a minute to text something and put it back in place. Then she
led me through the room and stopped me in front of the bed.
“You.
Don’t. Do. Anything.”
She
punctuated every word and demanded obedience. And I… was happy to oblige, even
if I didn’t know exactly what she was up to.
She
filled me in on this and made her point when she started to open my belt buckle
and I raised my hands to help her.
“Not a
thing,” she repeated with a slap on my fingers.
A little
surprised I jerked my hands out of her way and accidently brushed her tits.
“Hah,”
she gasped. “Maybe except for that. Feel free to do that anytime.”
My
astonished expression had her widely grinning when she concentrated again on
undressing me. I was so out of my mind for the moment that I didn’t do anything
until I was butt naked. Except for twitching twice when she softly brushed over
my quickly erecting cock.
My
gorgeous lover - I couldn’t possibly get enough of that thought - directed me
to lie down on the bed and started to undress herself. Apart from watching her
in awe, I got some explanation about the goings on now.
“I
planned to walk you to somewhere and get ravaged by you again in the open, when
we left the pub,” she said, while I watched her shirt come off and admired her
glorious boobs once again.
“It
isn’t that cold and I’d have kept you warm.”
I looked
up to her sparkling eyes and realized that I had been staring at her chest like
I had never seen breasts before, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she
appeared to be very pleased with the effect her body had on me.
“But as
my personal hero and being badly hurt as you are,” she teased, “I just decided
to indulge you… very copiously.”
I didn’t
answer anything, the ability to speak being ripped from my brain at exactly the
moment her pants came down and her pubic area presented itself glistening wet
in the light of the bedside lamp.
She
hadn’t been kidding when she told me about her arousal. I may have doubted that,
even when presented with her hardened nipple under my palm, but I couldn’t
question it now. It was really obvious.
And… it
was because of… me!
“Wow,” I
breathed.
Ja… I
know what I said about the ability to speak, but it wasn’t exactly my brain
talking, y’know?!
“You’re
welcome,” she purred and simply climbed over the toe board of the bed.
To me it
was like an angel rising up above my feet and standing in all her glory for a
moment.
I had
seen her naked, yes, and I had fucked her only hours ago, but… she was just so
absolutely stunning I couldn’t believe I had. Even being there didn’t suffice
as evidence.
Yet…
this wasn’t a wet dream, it was real. She showed me how real when she got on
her knees and placed her hands on my lower legs. Her expression was
affectionate. Her lips were parted and shimmering from a slight wetness. Her
breathing - a little quickened. Her nipples were protruding very clearly from
her breasts on which her arms had a very nice effect; they got pushed together
and a bit up.
What
mattered most though was the look in her eyes. They too spoke of affection and
intimacy, and they also showed raw lust. Even I couldn’t get that wrong.
I parted
my legs when she began to slowly move up into my direction. She stopped me with
her hands and lowered her upper body to touch my skin with her boobs.
“You
aren’t allowed to move tonight,” she repeated. “The only exception being any
urge to touch something you’d like to touch for your own pleasure. Copied?”
“Roger,”
I answered automatically.
I didn’t
need any brain to answer military slang. That’s the point of all the training,
isn’t it?
“Regarding
those ‘something’s’ there are no
limits tonight,” she moved on. “Absolutely none. Copied?”
I nodded
since my throat went dry. Even the mentioned training only goes so far….
There
was an utterly serious tone in her alluring voice and her words fired my
imagination. I would have dared to ask for one or two examples of things I’d
have considered debatable to this rule, but she shook her head before I even
could take a breath.
“None,
Mike,” she clarified again. “You want it, you get it, and I’ll love it.
Promise!”
She gave
me a smile with her promise that could have possibly melted both polar caps at
the same time.
“Everything
in this bed exists for your pleasure tonight and I want you not to hold back
that pleasure. Give in, don’t hold back. Don’t dare to hold anything back.
Copied?”
I
hesitated to nod this time. Of course, the mere thought of giving in to her
offer was appealing. No, ‘appealing’ isn’t nearly strong enough to describe the
allure of her offer. I already started to feel selfish by only thinking about
it.
“I’ll
plead,” she cooed. “I’ll beg. I’ll sue. I’ll even pray. You already know that
you will finally give in. So just let’s skip that….”
Then,
almost as an afterthought, she added: “Except you’d like me to start pleading
immediately that is. Then I’d love to oblige…”
Trapped!
How was
I supposed to get out of that
corner?
And… why
should I even try?
Kristanna
made an effort to keep my brain undersupplied with blood. She brushed her
nipples over the skin of my thighs and shifted her lower body over my right leg
to slowly come down with it.
The
whole thing became a wet dream when her pubes made contact with my shin and I
felt her wetness. I couldn’t do anything to resist moaning. It felt incredibly
hot and sexy.
“I’ll
take that for a yes,” she breathed, “and I’ll reward your cooperation with a
kiss.”
Somehow,
this led me to expect her to slide up to reach my face. Awaiting to feel her
skin almost everywhere I actually closed my eyes and therefore totally missed
what was coming.
She did
slide up a bit, until her breasts reached my raging hard-on. I shuddered with
delight when feeling two soft boobs there for the first time of my life. It was
one heavenly experience.
What I
missed completely, was her keeping that contact, but leaning back again just a
little bit. I also missed the meaning of hot breath brushing the tip of my
cock. I didn’t
miss the wet hotness of her lips closing over my glans, though. How could I?
Of
course, I gasped and jerked in surprise. I ripped my eyes open and started
trembling, but the reaction of my lower body was clearly controlled by
instinct, since I’d never consciously dared to actually jerk that part of my
body upwards.
The
immediate effect of that was even more breathtaking, since it resulted in
sliding my dick halfway into her awaiting mouth while she tightly closed her
lips around it. It was like… dunno. Really.
I didn’t
have any comparisons handy. I hadn’t experienced any blowjobs to begin with and
almost anything this girl did was out of comparison anyway. It was just fucking
awesome.
Kristanna
moaned happily instead of being upset. She took the opportunity to bring her
hands under my butt cheeks the precise moment they jerked up, as if she had
waited for that.
I would
have apologized immediately for being rude, but she didn’t give me any chance.
Instead, she lowered her head further and took even more of me. She kept her
lips tightly closed, sucked a little and played with her tongue at the
underside of my shaft.
I’m sure
I would have blown my load exactly then, but thanks to what had happened
earlier that day there was no pressure anymore. So I could and had to
experience the whole thing.
And by
referring to the ‘whole thing’ I clearly mean exactly that.
Kristanna
didn’t stop at two thirds or three quarters. Her mouth took me inside until I
felt the tip of her nose on my pubes and further until it pressed into my
pubis. She took me completely until I felt her lips at the very base of my cock
and its tip got enclosed very tightly in her throat.
I could
do nothing but deeply moan and crash my head back onto the pillow. My hands
were searching for something to grip and hold onto for dear life, and my mind
was simply gone elsewhere and left me to just feel and enjoy without any
conscious thought.
She held
close for what felt like a long time and swallowed a couple of times, massaging
the upper part of my dick in the process like… well, again I didn’t have any
comparisons.
All I
could do was to moan louder every time she did it and try to hold onto my
rapidly slipping sanity. She absolutely drove me mad with this, which didn’t
get better when she slowly lifted again. It was a little different then, but
nonetheless extremely intense and fucking amazing.
When she
finally left my glans with the sound of a wet kiss, I was panting like I had
been sprinting five kilometers or so. I was seeing stars before my closed lids
and felt dizzy.
“I
reckon you like that,” she gasped, clearly out of breath.
I could
only nod.
“So… How
often do you think we could go on with that until you cum into my throat and
let me taste your spunk?”
I
couldn’t keep my eyes shut on that. I had to look down to her.
The
sight of her beaming face just above my cock, soaked in her saliva, was
breathtaking. Her eyes were a little watery and her chin was dripping. Her lips
were slightly parted and when she saw me watching her she darted out with her
tongue to lick lightly over my frenulum.
The view
was clearly something taken from a high quality porn video and the feeling made
me shudder with pleasure. Apart of that, I must have been looking dumbstruck,
because she grinned softly.
“I’ll
have to find out by myself then,” she whispered. “Just keep looking at me like
that, please. And use a hand to guide me a little in pleasuring you, will ya?”
I was
beyond arguing. Thoughts about respect, mutual giving of pleasure and decency
found themselves expelled from my head and had to discuss their issues
somewhere else. She actually wanted that, didn’t she? So why bother?
I had to
put together some wits to gain enough control over one hand to reach for her
head. I couldn’t resist caressing the side of her face down to her jaw line,
picking up some of the wetness there.
“Oops,”
she said, grinning wickedly. “Let me take care of that.”
With
this, she wrapped her lips around the wet fingers and sucked on them as if they
were a Popsicle. The feeling clearly echoed in my loins. Then she released my
hand and closed in on my dick again.
“Fuck my
mouth, Mike”, she purred. “Don’t hold anything back.”
Again,
she sucked my cock into her mouth. This time with me watching and her holding
my gaze the whole time.
Gripping
her head was more like searching for something to hold to, than to give any
guidance. I wouldn’t have known how to guide her anyway. I was completely
enraptured and under her control, even with her doing something solely for my
pleasure.
Or was
she actually getting something out it?
Kristanna
was using my leg to grind her pussy against it. She was coating it with her
wetness. I could clearly feel that, as well as her occasional trembling.
Maybe
she really liked sucking me off. I had loved licking her after all.
The
returning ability to think got blown away - literally.
There
was no way not to concentrate on her mouth and only her mouth, when she
bottomed out again. This time I saw her fighting a little. Tears welled up in
her eyes and the swallowing seemed to be somewhat involuntary, but it had the
same effect on me nonetheless.
If
anything, the added visuals made the whole thing even hotter. Watching
Kristanna fighting with breathing and swallowing, because she wanted to do this
for me, immensely added to the whole experience.
When she
had to give up, I would have applauded, if I could have mustered enough
consciousness, but she got it anyway. It must have been something clearly
showing in my wide eyes and on my astonished face.
This
time she grabbed my shaft when moving up and rubbed along the slickness a couple
of times. I found out that the sound of that really turned me on, as did the
strings of saliva connecting her lips with my cock, when she released me from
her mouth once again.
“Keep
staring like this and I will get off myself,” she rasped.
The
treatment she gave me appeared to be a bit rough on her throat.
I didn’t
answer and she apparently didn’t expect me to, since she locked her wet lips
around my glans again and used her hand to seriously wank me a couple of times.
The slickness made the whole thing really nasty and unbelievably hot.
When I
softly started pushing her head further down, it didn’t register as conscious
in my head. But Kristanna moaned happily and followed that hint zealously.
Without any hesitation, she allowed me to guide her down again, shuddering when
my grip tightened from the intensity of being in her throat once more.
I really
didn’t intend to hold her down there. It just happened.
It took
me a couple of seconds to finally realize that she started to fight the urge to
come up for air and a break. Her hands were clawing the skin of my thighs
painfully. She tensed, but didn’t push up. When I understood, I yanked her head
back up almost violently.
Her
panicked panting for air got me worried, but the same time her uncontrolled
drooling and trembling turned me on even more than before.
“Yesss!”
she finally hissed. “Treat that slut the way she deserves!”
Well…
the way she deserved was something completely different. I knew and she knew
that I thought that way. How she wanted
this to happen was the delicious flipside of this coin. I was slowly coming to
terms with her generous offer of indulgence.
I didn’t
want to be abusive, but getting told to play in a certain way was something I could relate to.
Being with someone who asked for getting treated rough was unsettling… and
somehow very appealing. I wasn’t proud of getting so immensely turned on by the
whole thing, but it happened anyway. And apparently, my arousal was welcome….
Kristanna
didn’t wait for me to get a grip on that. She went for my cock way before I
would have thought her to be ready again.
She
didn’t go down very far this time. In fact, she just teased me and bucked her
head against my indecisive grip a couple of times. When I decided to push a
bit, she resisted and made a show of trying to break free. Just without really
using any of the leverage I left her, when I got insecure as to how to handle
the situation.
“Give
way once when a girl backs away and you are a gentleman,” she finally hissed.
“Give way when she goes for it again and you are a fool.”
Her look
was fiercely aggressive, when she looked up.
“A lady
will back away, when her decency is threatened. If she comes to you again and
teases you, force her into submission like the slut she is.”
I was staring
wide-eyed at her explaining that to me. I couldn’t really believe a word back
then, but I got a first hint on a concept I’d understand much later.
Back
then, it only dawned to me that she wanted me to play along and since she had
worked on me pretty well, I came to terms with doing what she apparently longed
for. Even if I had my qualms with treating a woman like that.
“Just
fucking use me,” she growled.
And I
did!
I was
aroused beyond worrying and every single action of her was aimed on getting me
past my personal code of conduct, at least for the moment. She was working with
experience and determination on that.
I pushed
her down again and this time I took up with her struggle against it. She tried
to get her head up with force and had the leverage of both her arms, but I was
a rather strong guy and she was athletic and lithe, but no match to my
strength.
It was a
serious struggle, even if she could have broken free easily by dodging to the
side. Yet she didn’t really want to escape. She apparently just wanted me to
manhandle her.
To be
perfectly honest: I enjoyed that. Maybe it was some kind of instinct taking
over or something, but without all my usual thoughts about right or wrong
behavior coming into the way I really got into this game.
Kristanna
used her lips and tongue expertly all the while trying to push up against my
hand. I didn’t let her. I really used her mouth for my pleasure and I finally
got into her throat again.
What she
did to me then was almost cruel. And so incredibly hot
When I
had her down all the way, she stopped struggling and gave up. Instead, she
started looking up to me in such a pitiful way that it should have been
forbidden by some law.
The
thing with that was that it got me even hotter, instead of bothered. So I didn’t
let go of my hold.
It may
have been more than a minute of holding her down and feeling her swallowing.
She tensed again and I could clearly see her eyes losing focus a bit, but I
didn’t lift her up. I just concentrated of the feeling of my cum starting to
boil in my balls.
When I
finally released her, tears were running freely over her cheeks and she needed
about half a minute to catch her breath. She was panting frantically and only
did one other thing; but it was enough to convince me that everything was
alright, since it was her pussy grinding hard on my lower leg.
The
second she felt the least ready again, she came for my dick by herself and our
game started over. This time with even more determination on my side, since I
was already close.
I wanted
to get into her throat once again. I wouldn’t need much more than that, but she
didn’t make it easy for me. In effect I got closer with every motion, but I
really wanted to
come deep down inside her.
“Stop
struggling!” I snarled, without thinking it through. “Take it there!”
I didn’t
expect anything out of saying that. I hadn’t even wanted to say it loud. It was
just something born in the heat of the moment, part of the game, but Kristanna
immediately
stopped her resistance and gulped me down to the hilt.
She
started swallowing and looked up pleadingly, as if to beg me to give it to her
- which happened anyway. Holding back wasn’t an option anymore.
Cumming
inside her throat almost blacked me out. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever
experienced.
It felt
like my load shot up and then couldn’t quite get out because of the tightness
around my glans. The pressure rose and then it felt like my cockhead exploded.
Together with some military grade explosives inside of my head.
I fell
back and maybe even howled in ecstasy.
It
didn’t get better for something like hours on my internal clock. Or maybe I
should say it didn’t get worse, because it was single handedly the best feeling
imaginable.
Kristanna
rode it out with me, swallowed apparently everything and didn’t even get any
problems with breathing anymore. Maybe because my cock shrunk a little after
release.
She just
remained in that position for a very long time and softly played with her
tongue at the underside of my slowly flattening dick, while I caught my breath
and recovered from something that had shaken my world.
When I
was mentally back into business again, I immediately started worrying about
what I had done and said. She sensed that, maybe through my hand stirring in
her hair or something. So she released my softened member from her mouth and
crawled up to cover my body with hers and face me.
She took
a breath to say something, but I just stared into her face covered with tears,
saliva and maybe a hint of sperm in the corners of the mouth. Then I hugged her
tightly and kissed her.
She
yelped and squealed loudly and tried to escape for a split second before giving
in with a deep moan. After getting over being surprised, she took control of
the kiss very quickly and made it into something utterly passionate and fierce.
Pressed together and completely oblivious to anything but ourselves we kept
that going for a long time.
Kristanna
settled herself comfortably on top of me afterwards. Her sex was in direct
contact with my flaccid dick and emanated heat and moisture, but for the moment
I was spent and she accepted that.
Instead
of getting raunchy, we opted for cuddling and soft stroking and kissing for the
moment. It was exactly what I needed then and apparently I wasn’t the only one…
“Y’know
what?” she whispered into my ear, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Hm?”
“This is
even better than you losing control and simply fucking my throat.”
“Uh…
Yeah… That…” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to…”
“I
did mean to get
fucked by you that way,” she interjected. “But I didn’t expect this to happen afterwards…”
her voice grew a little anxious at the end.
“You
didn’t expect to cuddle after… uhm… giving the most amazing head imaginable?” I
wondered.
“I
really like the
sound of that,” she purred and trembled a bit. “But that’s exactly what I mean.
It’s
like… well… you aren’t supposed to be so friggin adorable. You can’t just
change from being the cute and a little insecure guy to that superman who kicks
the butt of my shitty Ex, and back to the one I can take by the hand and lead
everywhere I want.
Plus,
it’s especially unfair to be so fucking rough and incredibly hot and
immediately change back into that adorable guy who doesn’t give a shit about
the drool and spunk in my face and just kisses me.
How am I
supposed to resist that?”
I was
more than a little dumbstruck for a moment and didn’t quite get what she was
after.
“I
didn’t… I… just…”
“Oh,
shut up,” she hissed and kissed me.
She was
grinning, but even though there was a hint of something else in her voice and
her eyes.
“Shut up
and sleep with me…”
It was
the title of a rather new and popular song - at least in Germany. Apparently,
it wasn’t unknown in Norway, too, but Kristanna made it into something
completely unrelated to disco music. Despite the fact that I had found release
twice this day - the last time dating back less than half an hour - I felt a
stirring in my loins.
I’d have
said something about being not sure if I could, however, but she didn’t stop
kissing me. In addition, she started writhing on top of me in a very enticing
way. So I just shrugged mentally and started fondling her myself.
There is
a certain quality in holding a beautiful girl in ones arms and caressing her
back from her shoulders down to her phenomenal ass; and it doubles when she has
large enough breasts to press to ones chest and add just the right pressure,
while she uses her hands to roam freely everywhere she can reach.
Kristanna
had it all and she also had her hot and needful pussy close to my resting cock,
to lure my member back to life. She had her hungry mouth to nibble on my lips,
not to mention her sweet, little tongue to lick and chase its counterpart
around.
Yet the
most effective weapon in her astounding arsenal was her brain. With all the
things, she easily deduced about me, it was something I had no chance to
resist.
“I’d
like to feel that cock of yours rise again”, she whispered between kisses. “I’d
love to feel him getting up and knocking onto my pussy with his thick head. I’d
let him in then, y’know? I bet I couldn’t suppress moaning when he enters. I
fucking loved it last time that huge boner entered me. Maybe I’d scream right
then like a wanton slut.”
It was
me who couldn’t hold back a moan when I listened to her. I didn’t know shit
about dirty talk, but that wasn’t as much dirty as it was simply alluring. It
affected me and it clearly affected my dick!
“I think
I could actually come right when he enters me,” she went on. “I’m so hot for it
right now. I could possibly die if I don’t get him soon.
You
wouldn’t have that, would you? You wouldn’t want to explain the death of an
allied soldier from starving for your cock, when you could have simply saved
her by sticking it in, would you?”
She
wouldn’t let me answer anything of that. Every time I tried, she kissed me
before going on and eliciting new moans from my throat. But this was a game
with no loser.
Things
got even more steamy when she slid a little lower and placed her pussy lips
directly on my slowly stiffening member. She was really hot down there and
practically dripping.
“Don’t
get me pleading on my knees for it. Leave me the last bit of dignity, will ya?
Just be a little generous with your little bitch in heat and fuck her with your
gorgeous cock, even if she doesn’t really deserve it.
Or maybe
better yet like she deserves it? Hard and rough and deep, deep down into her
needy pussy. Until you ground out…”
She used
her whole body to slide up and down and coat my dick in her juices, while
rubbing her breasts on my chest. I was already panting with desire long before
my hard-on was back into action. It was a slow rise, but it really happened. Which
was amazing in itself, for I had never thought of myself as particularly
potent.
“I’ll
scream for you so loud, they will hear it back on the ships; and I’ll come hard
again and again. They’ll say: listen up. There this fucking bastard with the
huge dick fucks that wanton slut craving for his cock. Why does he get every
pussy? And if they ask me, I’ll answer: because he fucking deserves it. Because
he has this amazing tool, which gets me, wet by only thinking about it. Because
he earned the right to use me like he wants to, by being gentle and rough at
precisely the right times. Because he fucks my mind and body exactly the way I
like.”
Talking
about fucking minds there, that was exactly what she did to me; and it worked!
By then
I was hard again and she felt it between her pussy lips. The friction was
amazing, even if it was extremely slick from her freely flowing juices down
there. By now, she couldn’t suppress moaning on her own, maybe because she
pressed her clit onto something hard enough to rub against. Or maybe just
because she was looking forward to the next step to be taken.
I dared
to take a little more control over the situation by grabbing her ass cheeks and
pulling her up a bit. My cock sprang free from between our bodies and decided
to point up and press his head exactly where it was needed.
“Yesss!”
she breathed. “That’s it, Mike. I… Ouhhh!”
I didn’t
wait for her to further spur me on. I couldn’t get any more ready. When I
pushed her down and myself up she gasped loudly and her eyes rolled back.
Again, I
entered her tight pussy and again I felt like I just had entered heaven. The
difference to our first time being, that I actually believed now what was
happening. So I could completely concentrate on the feeling and on her
reaction.
Kristanna
was a snug fit for me. Entering her pussy was like slowly pushing up into the
heat of a volcano. The dripping wet heat that is. Oh, fuck those comparisons!
She
shuddered when my cockhead pushed inside and she didn’t stop shaking
afterwards. Her demeanor changed from being the one in control to being the one
panting and moaning uncontrollably. She almost went rigid and melted into my
embrace at the same time and her hands grabbed my head.
I loved
looking into her face with her mouth opened a little and her eyes now closed.
Her expression spoke of pure passion. Because of me and what I did to her. I
couldn’t get enough of that!
“Oh…”
she begged. “Oh-oh-oh! Don’t stop. Ram it in, please!”
I
happily obliged. I had long since stopped to question her commands. Fulfilling
her needs and answering her pleading was even more rewarding.
Pushing
up hard and shoving her down at the same time elicited a scream form her. Our
bodies crashed together and we both pressed hard to intensify it even more. I longed
for getting as deep into her as I could and she craved for me filling her up.
It was a perfect fit.
Kristanna
lost it right there and then. She stopped speaking English and changed to her
native tongue. Yet she remained with being very vocal about how she felt. I got
the rough meaning simply by her tone, which wasn’t hard to interpret.
I took
charge and used my hands on her ass to lift her up and push her down while
using all leverage I could get for moving my hips in sync. She wasn’t helping
the least, but I couldn’t complain about that, because seeing her in ecstasy
was well worth it.
Being no
expert, I couldn’t be sure, but I think she came right then for the first time,
even before I had really picked up speed.
I felt
great. There was this brunette beauty clinging to my body and screaming while
getting rocked back and forth. Her pussy slid up and down on my cock and
twitched around my shaft again and again, but I was in no danger of coming
soon. I could completely focus on her and drink the whole experience in.
Her head
was stretched back and she was oblivious. Concentrating only on my flesh
ravishing her body. Sweat broke through her skin and slowly covered her in a
wet sheen. As was the case with me, but I didn’t even really notice.
I was determined,
even if I didn’t know to what exactly. It got clearer when her panting and
moaning got frantic, though. Then I realized that I was fucking her into
another orgasm, but this time it had to be something big. I wanted it to be.
I
remembered what Aurora had told me in the afternoon. There was no doubt that
she had been right, so I started to fuck Kristanna even harder. I shoved her
down onto my body roughly and jerked up at the same moment to meet her as hard
as I could.
She
wailed and finally her upper body arched back, her hands painfully clawing my
neck.
I
couldn’t miss this orgasm. Her pussy gripped my dick so fiercely that I
couldn’t move it anymore. I stopped deep inside her and supported her with one
hand at her shoulder, while she rode it out.
I felt
like minutes of pure bliss until she fell back onto my chest and stared
breathing again. Her skin glistened and was slick against mine. She still
trembled.
Man… did
I feel great!
“How did
you know?” she finally asked weekly, breathing against the side of my throat.
“Know
what?” I asked.
“When to
start hammering me the way you did,” she explained. “It was perfect timing. I
was just thinking about how to let you know and you started doing it.”
“I… uhm…
remembered something Aurora said, but I didn’t think about timing,” I admitted.
“You’re
just to fucking good to be fucking true,” she sighed. “You didn’t cum yet, did
you?”
I softly
shook my head no.
“Then
you’ll have to fuck me again. I’ll try to hold back with cumming until you are
ready. I can’t make any promises, though.”
Yeah,
she really said that and it registered, but this time I felt nothing but pride.
For the moment I was in wonderland and didn’t bother myself with quarreling
about feeling like superman’s little brother.
When she
started rocking her body just a little bit to get things started again, I
decided that I would like to change positions. Instead of trying to explain it
to her, I just did it for once.
Kristanna
squealed, when I put my arm around her back and turned, but she adjusted
quickly and wrapped her legs and arms around my body. It wasn’t difficult to
get on top of her that way.
“Gods”,
she gasped. “Really, no promises! If you treat me like this I’m already on the
edge again.”
“Then…
don’t hold back, beautiful,” I grinned and shoved my half sunk-in dick slowly
deeper.
I
honestly don’t know where that came from. I didn’t see it coming and neither
did Kristanna.
She
opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath, maybe in part because of getting
impaled again. Her legs slipped from my waist and entangled my upper legs with
her feet coming to rest on my calves, which left me feeling really close to
her. The arms of my lover brushed over my chest and roamed through my hair
there. Her expression was… stunned.
She
murmured something in Norwegian absent-mindedly while staring into my face.
That confident alien overmind, that must have possessed me then, reacted
immediately.
“What
was that?” I asked softly.
“Nothing
import-ahh!”
When she
started dodging the question, I pushed in the last centimeters of my dick and
bottomed out. It was a soft, but firm move, just to make a point. Her gasp
assured me that she took it the way it was intended.
“Try
again,” I suggested.
“That
way of torturing me isn’t terribly effective,” she sighed, smiling.
Instead
of answering, I withdrew completely in a swift motion.
“No!”
she whimpered. “Wait! I surrender! Please put it back in.”
She
tried to pull me closer, but I wouldn’t have that. I just placed my cockhead at
her opening and gave her enough pressure to feel it. Nothing more.
“Not
fair,” she muttered. “I was just saying that I really worry about getting
addicted to you.”
It
didn’t feel like the complete truth, but I got the impression that she was
afraid to elaborate it. And maybe I was, too. I nodded and pushed in the same
way I withdrew before, with an amazing effect on her composure.
She
immediately arched her upper body and her head fell back, while she gasped
delightfully. Her insides fluttered along my shaft and made the experience
intensive for both of us. I didn’t even try to suppress my moan.
After
getting inside completely, her head came back up again and her eyes showed a
fierce hunger. She gripped my neck to lift herself up for a quick, hard kiss
and hissed:
“Now
fuck me, lover. Make me cum over and over again and don’t stop until you blow
your load into my hungry cunt.”
Yeah.
She really had a knack for phrasing things in a way that would have turned the
biggest gentleman into a horny Neanderthal… I fucking loved that!
When I
withdrew almost completely she leaned back and when I entered again, she tensed
and arched her back to push her boobs up into my chest. She didn’t even bother
with waiting for me to pick up speed. She just started to enjoy the sensations.
I followed suit.
Just
simply and basically fucking Kristanna was something worth dying for. Her tight
and wet pussy welcomed my every thrust as much as the rest of her body did. She
pressed up against me, gripped my arms to hold on tight and whimpered in
pleasure. It was so primal that I didn’t think twice about holding back
anything. Like not moaning to loud or stuff.
The
whole thing just turned out naturally and beautifully. Wonderful like the girl
who had chosen me to be her boyfriend for a week.
Thrusting
into her completely enraptured me and I gave in to that feeling. I got so
obsessed about pushing into that wonderful body just once more before blowing
my load that I simply missed the moment she started to get off herself.
She
filled me in immediately.
“Aahhh,
Mike!” she yelled. “Oh Gods, cum! Cum with me.”
I
grunted and sped up my thrusts. I was already close, but not quite there.
“Can’t -
hold - back!” she pressed through gritted teeth. “Cum! Please, please, please cum
now!”
She
screamed and as if she was controlling me by invisible strings, she took me
with her. Her words, her writhing in pleasure, her ragged breathing and the
twitching of her pussy around my dick brought me over the edge. Roaring in
ecstasy, I rammed into her one last time and shot my load.
We
stayed that way for a lifetime. Connected, bodies arched back, lost in mutual
bliss.
After a
while, I collapsed onto her and she took me into her arms. We were panting hard
and our sweat mixed, but all that mattered was that we were together. I can’t
express sufficiently how close to heaven I felt only because of her.
There
was nothing to say for that moment, anyway. We were content to just stay with
each other. I took her with me when turning onto my back again and even when I
slipped out I kept her close. It can’t have been long until we were sound
asleep.
I could
have died that second and would have been happy.
Yet life
and Kristanna had already made plans for me and I’m really glad I didn’t miss what
they had in stock.
*****
