The Furlough

The first evening of my furlough, I enter a pub a couple of miles from the Base. Underneath my loose-fitting camouflage dungarees, I feel the bulk of the strap-on I'm wearing press against my vulva. As I walk to the bar, it rubs against me, making me even more horny. After a long stint of overseas duty, I need to fuck and be fucked, to shed the tension, stress and trauma accumulated whilst being a soldier in a war zone.

At the bar, I ask for a tequila shot and a beer chaser. Putting down the shot, I look around. There are a number of women around, mostly good-time girls or pros, and I studiously avoid connecting with them. The only other person who catches my eye is the woman on the stool next to mine, and I study her speculatively. Older, maybe late-thirties, filled out t-shirt, high-waist full-length skirt, hippy and curvy, dark hair cut short. Grey green eyes. High heels. No visible tats.

She's the one, I tell myself. I order two more shots, and when they come, slide one over to her. She smiles, raises her shot glass, and puts it down in a single gulp. Her pupils dilate, and I guess, her lady parts do so as well.

Chasing down her tequila with a swig of beer, she slides off the stool and heads for the door leading to the stairs. I chug at my beer and follow her upstairs. Her ass swings seductively at eye level. My pulse is loud in my crotch as I see her open a second-floor door and enter one of the guest rooms. I'm a heartbeat behind her, and even as I secure the door, she is on all fours on the bed and lifting her skirt clear of her hind quarters. Her pussy beckons, clean shaven and liquid, and I see that she has her strap-on in place already, ready for me.

I shrug off my dungaree straps, pull down the garment, and step out of it. I am naked under it, the cool air stimulating my hairy crotch and armpits. My cock is a dark purple, long, and thick, with veins and ridges. Clutching her love handles, I move in, positioning myself, my cock head against her portal. She moves slightly, pushes back, and I am in. I slide in smoothly, feeling her expand to accommodate my girth. She grunts as I penetrate her, but she is slick, wet and elastic. She pushes her pelvis back till I am balls-deep in her and run up against her cervix. "Fuck me," she moans, "hard."

I oblige, moving in and out, and as I settle into a steady rhythm, she matches my thrusts, out for in and in for my out, keeping me in her as much as possible.

Releasing her hips, I hunch forward, staying deep in her. My left hand burrows under her t-shirt, cupping a breast and capturing a distended nipple. "Oh, yes," she wails, "do me good." My right hand grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her head back. She can see herself in the full-length mirror, me atop her, her mouth open and gasping for air, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm, wanting more of the delicious pounding that I mete out to her. I squeeze her tit and crush her nipple, and she cries out, the floodgates of her orgasm on the verge of overflowing. I hunch over her, the light sweat and the heat of our bodies mingling, slick with our exertions.

I breathe into her ear, "Come now, for me", and bite her ear lobe, her head jerks back as I pull her hair, stretching her already taut torso as much as she possibly can. And then her orgasm is upon her, and she cums in a series of spasms, quivering like a released bowstring, shaking from head to toe. I continue to pound into her, and caress her clit, taking her to the next level as she sobs and moans, cresting the second wave of her pleasure roller-coaster.

I withdraw without warning and flip her over. She has started to come down, but barely so, as I straddle her midriff. Guiding her black cock to my core, I sink onto it. I am completely ready for her entry, and she slides in. Fucking her has already raised my arousal to fever-pitch, and even as she penetrates me, I start to spasm, letting out a long low moan as I begin to crest. In response, she thrusts upwards, going deeper and harder into me. My orgasmic spasms move me on her cock, its ridges igniting my g-spot. I start to squirt, releasing a warm stream of liquid onto her. With every continuing thrust I gush, drenching our conjoined vulvas with my lady-cum.

Overstimulated, I see stars and my mind switches off, consumed by the orgasm. My limbs and bodies are no longer in control, and I shake like a peripatetic, up and down, round and around. Unconsciously my hands have clutched her tits, squeezing them hard, using them to anchor myself as the paroxysms of my climax toss me like a leaf in a storm.

She reaches up and wraps her arms around me, reaching with her lips. Forcing my mouth open she breathes into me, and then sucks the air out of my lungs. I gasp and inhale mouthfuls of warm air. Stroking my back, she murmurs soothingly into my mouth, rubbing me down in an effort to cool me off. I collapse on her slick body, breast-to-breast, nipple to nipple, with her cock still in me as I slowly relax and unclench my vaginal muscles. We lie like that for a long time, the only sound in the room the ragged breath of two sated, post orgasmic women. I black out for a few moments, and when I surface, I am on my back. She has shed her strap-on and is almost fully dressed. She looks at me, smiles a thousand-watt smile and kisses me softly, gently, a I-love-you and a thank you kiss all rolled into one.

"it's really good to have you back, Jill," she says, "you are absolutely the best. I missed you so much." And then she is gone, and I think about the rest of my furlough.