Sgt Rock: Badass American Soldier

As it turned out, Rock discovered that Debbie was not as tipsy drunk as she seemed. Why, the young lady was not drunk at all! She had deliberately set out to seduce her stepfather and get him into her bed! The truth liberated the man from any residual guilt he might have been feeling, which, in truth, wasn't all that much. With his wife still out 'catting' around, Rock fucked Debbie all night long.

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Sergeant Jonas Rockwell's meandering musings and remembrances about fucking his stepdaughter were interrupted by the questioning voice of Congresswoman Carter, "Colonel Blake, I don't know all there is to know about military protocol, but I do know that superior officers do not initiate a salute with enlisted men. I noticed that both you and Lieutenant Dawson saluted the sergeant before he could salute you. Why did you do that?"

Colonel Blake gave Rock a sly wink, turned to the congresswoman, and answered, "Ma'am, in ordinary circumstances you would be correct in your interpretation of military protocol. But, there are exceptions to the rules. When any man wearing the uniform comes face to face with a soldier who has been awarded the Medal of Honor, then that soldier is granted the respect of a much-deserved, complimentary salute. Sergeant Rockwell is such a man!"

Up until now, Caroline Carter had paid little attention the sergeant other than to notice that he was a robust, sturdy-looking soldier. She now took another look. He certainly did have a rough, grizzled exterior appearance and there was an air about him that was undeniably menacing and dangerous. Caroline began to suppose that this was probably the kind of soldier other soldiers would want 'in their foxholes' in time of war. Unconsciously, an unbidden thought came silently to her mind, "He's probably the kind of man that women would want 'in their beds' in times of sexual need. I bet he knows a thing or two about pleasing a woman. Maybe, if have time, I'll get a chance to find out."

Before the woman could finish her thoughts, a sharp 'popping' sound was heard in the distance. The congresswoman's head jerked spastically. A bullet hit her Kevlar helmet with a stunning, zinging, glancing blow. The sharp, jagged edge of the fast-moving projectile ricocheted off her protective headgear and struck Colonel Blake in the neck.

Colonel Ross Blake's jugular vein was savagely severed by the sniper's slug. A thumb-sized geyser of pressurized blood spurted from the gaping wound. The man's body fell to the ground as limp as a rag doll's lifeless form.

Rock had seen death before and he knew with no doubts that he was seeing it now. Here on a foreign battleground, his colonel, his friend had spilled his life's blood before his sergeant's eyes.

Rock's military instincts and training compelled him to offer his body as a protective shield for the congresswoman. As he tackled her body and knocked her to the ground, two more sniper bullets were fired at her. The supersonic slugs struck the sergeant's armored jacket.

Every soldier in Rock's squad returned fire with their battle weapons. A withering hailstorm of full-metal-jacketed rounds was sent downrange towards the sniper's hidden lair. The heavy, 50-caliber projectiles from the Humvee-mounted Browning machinegun struck the assassin's body, chewed through his abdomen, and literally cut the killer's body in half.

Rock bounded to his feet and barked out orders, "Corporal Jones, circle the vehicles and men in a defensive formation. Get the colonel's body and the congresswoman inside the Stryker armored carrier. I'm going to check the sniper's nest."

Corporal Bob Jones jumped to follow his sergeant's commands. Rock's orders were never questioned or countermanded. Apparently, no one had conveyed these facts to the young officer who'd just flown in to take command. Lieutenant Debbie Dawson's strong, authoritative voice commanded, "Stand down Sergeant Rockwell! Your primary objective is to secure Congresswoman Carter's safety. I order you to get your ass on the Stryker vehicle with her and get her back to the safety of your main headquarters! Leave me one of your Humvees and two of your best men and I'll check out the sniper's nest."

If the orders had come from any other shavetail second lieutenant, Rock would have disobeyed. He wouldn't leave his post and allow an inexperienced officer to direct his seasoned soldiers. Yet, for some unknown reason, Rock trusted that Debbie Dawson would be a fine leader of men.

Rock left Corporal Bob Jones and Pfc Jessica Sampson with the young lieutenant. He piled into the armored carrier with Congresswoman Caroline Carter, her interpreter, and the body of Colonel Blake.

Back at home base, Rock led the woman and her interpreter into a protective, underground bunker. He was not under the illusion that the threat towards the American politician was over. He knew the insurgents would go to great lengths to kill a prominent figurehead of American authority.

In the safety of the bunker, Rock wondered how the enemy sniper had known about the politician's visit. He reasoned that only three people knew the full details of the 'when' and 'where' of the meeting. The colonel, the congresswoman, and her interpreter knew.

Without considering the consequences of his actions, Rock unexpectedly struck the interpreter between the eyes with the butt of his service rifle. As the man staggered back, Rock pulled his razor-sharp Kabar knife from its sheath, sliced the man's belt open, and jerked his pants down.

Sergeant Jonas Rockwell had seen a good man die. He was in no mood for idle 'chit-chat' nor did he give a shit about the proprieties of proper interrogation techniques. The lives of the congresswoman and those of his soldiers were still in mortal danger. Rock grabbed the stunned interpreter's cock with one hand and pressed the blade of the menacing knife against the man's shaft.

Rock spoke to the man in his own Arabic language, "Mister, if you want to keep your cock then tell me what information you gave out. I want to know who you told it to! I also want to know who ordered the 'hit' and what further dangers are waiting ahead! If you want to keep your cock and your life, then talk!"

Seeing the uncompromisingly ominous look in his interrogator's eyes, the Muslim extremist lost the comforting courage of his faith. Without intending to do so, the man admitted to his part in the assassination attempt. He gave out the names and locations of other conspirators.

Ordinarily, Rock was a man of his word. He said what he meant and he meant what he said. Yet, when circumstances demanded it, this honorable soldier could betray his well-intentioned code of justice. The rag-headed son-of-a-bitch before him was not deserving of mercy!

Rock had promised the man that he could keep his cock and he'd promised him that could keep his life. But, this savagely provoked soldier was so furiously incensed by the senseless loss of life today that he broke both promises. With the skilled precision of a surgeon, Rock's knife sliced through the Arab's cock and severed it from his body. The man's ear-piercing scream reverberated throughout the bunker. Using the same knife, Rock silenced the man's screams by slitting his throat ear to ear.

A hand shaking his shoulder brought Rock's mind out of its homicidal stupor. Only then did he acknowledge the presence of Caroline Carter in the secluded bunker. The woman's face clearly indicated the state of shock her mind was in. This day, she'd seen a bullet rip the life from a man and a knife take the life of another.

Caroline Carter was a mature, well-educated, worldly woman. Yet, nothing she'd witnessed in her 38 years of life had prepared her for the events of this day. She wanted to speak, but what could she possibly say? She looked at the bloodied hands of the soldier beside her. She saw what he was holding. Unbelievable words sprang from her mouth, "Sergeant, may I hold it?"

Rock looked at the severed cock in his hand. The woman had asked for it, so he handed it to her. Caroline held the flaccid male member in her hands and gently played with it. This woman's mind was clearly caught up in the grip of a soldier's dreaded nightmare of post-traumatic stress.

The shell-shocked woman unexpectedly fell to her knees and stuffed the lifeless cock into the gaping mouth of the dead terrorist who'd conspired to kill her. She spoke bitterly, "Eat it in Hell you murderous Muslim bastard!"

Suddenly, Caroline turned to the sergeant, ripped his pants open, and pulled out his manhood. Rock's cock jumped to full erection as soon as the woman's mouth closed around his shaft and began sucking. Her slippery, hot mouth bobbed, pumped, and sucked with the vigorous enthusiasm of a female possessed by an unbridled, fanatical lust.

Caroline's frantic hunger for sexual release knew no boundaries. She pulled Rock down to his knees on the plank-covered floor and begged, "Sergeant, will you fuck me? Please Sir, fuck me right now! Thank you for saving my life, but I think I'll die anyway if I don't get a big cock inside my cunt! I believe this is the only way I'll get my nerves settled down. Fuck me, please!"

Rock's nerves were on edge, too. He'd known soldiers who'd orgasmed inside their pants after a kill, but he wasn't one of them. Yet, he freely admitted that the best way to come down from the high of a bloodthirsty warrior's rampage was for a man to spill his demon-crazed seed inside a willingly accepting pussy.

Caroline had turned away, pulled her pants down, and had laid her head on the dead man's chest. This woman's pretty white ass was pointing right at the horny, pussy-hungry sergeant. Rock stared at the beautiful, invitingly erotic ass and said, "Damn woman, if you want me to fuck you 'doggy-style' then I'd be happy to do it!"

Rock's swollen, steel-hard cock moved with the speed of a heat-seeking missile. This engorged rocket's mission was to find and enter the dripping wet cunt dangling between this sexy woman's opened legs. With the unerring precision of a 'sidewinder' missile, Rock's meaty projectile found its way to its target.

With the same devastating effect of a 'bunker-busting' bomb, Rock's cock penetrated deeper and deeper into the hidden recesses of Caroline's pussy and then detonated with a bomb-blast of orgasmic explosions.

Ordinarily, Rock was able to hang onto his man-juices longer than this. But, present circumstances considered, he needed to 'let go' of his liquefied lust as soon as possible. Apparently, Caroline had this same undeniable need for speed. She too was already caught up in the eager race for the blissful ecstasy of orgasms.

What Rock and Caroline lacked in tender, time-consuming, passionate foreplay, they made up for in the quantity and quality of orgasms. This man and woman's bodies were orgasming hard as the frictional fires of a rapidly- fucking cock and cunt heated a cauldron of male and female cum.

Rock's cock filled Caroline's vaginal cavity with a cunt-full of man-meat smothered with creamy, seminal gravy. Caroline's female juices lubricated Rock's fast-moving, pussy-fucking cock and together this man and woman became lost in a netherworld of orgasmic enchantment where neither death and dying nor war and violence existed.

Time flew, as time will do. Finally, Rock pulled away from the woman and tugged up his and her pants. He grabbed his weapons, scooted into a corner of the bunker, and held Caroline in his lap. The sergeant had been ordered by the new lieutenant to protect the congresswoman, so that's what he intended to do.

Caroline was asleep in Rock's lap when the bunker door opened two hours later. Lieutenant Debbie Dawson came in with Corporal Bob Jones. Debbie ordered, "Corporal, get rid of this body. Put it with the others we bought in. You can burn them in the shit pot for all I care."

Corporal Jones saluted smartly and began dragging the body out. At the door he stopped, looked at his sergeant, and said, "Rock, we've finally got us a Lt to 'ride the river with'! Two of those dead rag-heads we brought in have got her bullet holes in them. I reckon the guys and I would follow either you or her into Hell and back! You two will make a fine leadership team."

After the corporal closed the bunker door, Debbie looked at the sleeping woman comfortably nestled in her stepfather's lap. The pretty, young officer winked and said, "Well, Daddy Rock, I see that you're still up to your old tricks of fucking anyone with a pussy in her panties. The congresswoman is a lucky lady and so is Pfc Jessica Sampson."

Debbie turned away towards the door, but stopped before exiting. Swiveling her head, she spoke over her shoulder, "That girl Jessica is a 'pistol'. Why, she's already been insubordinate to me! She told me to keep my panties on around you because she's your favorite bedmate. I didn't tell her, but I'm telling you; that girl is going to have a fight on her hands if she expects to keep me out of your bed! Why mister, I plan to fuck you so hard and so often you won't be able to look at another woman!"