Victory Woman Sluts It Up

Resting her hands on the ground beside her she began to bounce her ass up and down his shaft. The man moaned and groaned, overwhelmed by the pleasure such a tight hole was bringing his cock. She fucked him with abandon, slamming her body up and down his shaft and knowing full well he wouldn't last long before cumming again.

She shifted her weight onto one hand and lifted the other to her pussy where she began playing with her clit. Have to get off before he does, she thought. It wasn't often that she was in the mood for anal, but when the mood struck her it always got her off quickly.

Before long she felt the orgasm building inside of her, and then all at once it exploded out of her. There was a loud gushing sound as she began squirting, the fluid shooting out from her cunt onto the floor between the Captain's legs. She screamed in pleasure, howling in delight a moment later as she felt the man cum and shoot a second load of cum into her asshole.

As her orgasm stretched on she felt herself growing weak. Knew that she was perhaps cumming too hard, but in the moment she didn't care. She'd have all night to recover for the battle tomorrow, for the time she told herself that she'd earned this.

* * *

Victory Girl had nervously and awkwardly shuffled through the camp, looking for a man she felt comfortable seducing. There were plenty of attractive men all around her, but they were all so intimidating, and many of them were now drunk. Sure, physically she was more than a match for any of them, but most of them were older than her and far more confident than she was. She needed a man who was sober and weak of will.

After some time she had wandered into a large tent where a radio was set up. There a young G.I. sat alone, waiting to respond to any emergency call that came over the radio. He wasn't all that attractive, but he was young. In fact, so young looking that she knew he couldn't be much older than her. She smiled, confident she could easily dominate and have her way with this one.

The lanky youth looked up at her, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the famous super entering his tent. "Oh, Victory Girl!" His voice cracked as he spoke, making the young heroine giggle.

"How old are you?" she asked, making sure he wasn't actually younger then he looked.

"Uh..." he said, confused by her question. "I turned nineteen last week."

Good, she thought, he's nearly a year older than me. Out loud she said, "Oh wow, almost as young as me! Tell me, do you have a girlfriend waiting for you back at home?"

He blushed and looked away, fidgeting nervously with the radio in front of him. "Aw heck no! I mean, not that I didn't want one. But with the war and all... and, we'll, I'm not exactly the most attractive man."

As he spoke she moved across the room. When she reached him she turned his chair around then sat in his lap, wrapping her legs around him as she did. She batted her eyes and pulled some of her blond hair to the side. "I think you're plenty attractive," she said in a breathy voice. She knew she was laying it on pretty heavily but she figured a boy as inexperienced as this needy it spelled out pretty plainly for him.

"I'm all alone with a real problem I need solving but everyone is celebrating and super busy right now," she said then giggled nervously. "Maybe you can help me out?"

His face was bright red and he seemed uncertain what to do with his hands, although it was clear he wanted to grab hold of her waist. He kept looking up at her, but was having a hard time maintaining eye contact. "Uh... yeah, sure. Whatever you need..." he mumbled, obviously confused and unsure what it was that she wanted.

She started to stroke his cheek with the backside of her hand. "Well, you see, I've got this URGE. No... not an urge, I've got this NEED. I get it after battle sometimes. It's like there is this great big hole inside of me that needs to be filled... filled by a man. Do you understand?"

He was trembling below her, but she could feel an erection growing in his pants. "I... well... but..." he stuttered. He looked confused, immensely so. "Are you sure I'm the right guy for this?" He looked scared, totally helpless. Like a lost puppy dog.

The sight melted Victory Girl's heart. "Positively certain," she said, suddenly very into the idea of being with the naive young man. "Tell me, have you ever been with a woman before?"

Again he started to stutter, muttering something incomprehensible. Finally he took a great big nervous gulp then managed to clearly get out the word, "no."

Victory Girl smiled. She'd never deflowered a man before, but now that she was faced with the prospect she found the idea cunt wettingly enticing. She slid off his lap, falling to her knees in front of him. Looking up at him she began to stroke his arms reassuringly. "Well then, I'm going to make this a night to remember."

She stopped, biting her lip. Did she really want to take this man's virginity? Sure, he might not live through the war, but if he did wouldn't he want to save himself for his future wife? Could she REALLY take his sexual innocence away from him? After a moment's thought she decided to meet herself halfway. I'll suck him off, but I won't fuck him properly. Besides, I need to practice doing that to a man. Victory Woman has said that it's a useful skill for a woman to have, no matter how strong she is.

"How about this," she said to him. "I'll give you a blow job. That way you get all the joy of having a woman, but it's not REALLY your first time. That sounds nice, doesn't it?"

He eagerly shook his head up and down. "Oh yes, that sounds amazing!" Some of his bashfulness was disappearing now as the reality of what was happening set in. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just sit there and enjoy it," she told him.

Then she looked down, planning on locating his zipper so she could pull his cock out of his pants. But as she stared at the sight mere inches before her face she froze in place. She had thought nothing of the fact that she had so easily felt him growing hard under her while she sat in his lap, it had never occurred to her to wonder why she had felt his erection so clearly.

There, right before her, was the outline of the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen in her life. "Sweet mother of god!" she blurted out then looked up at him, her eyes wide in surprise. "You're huge!"

His face blushed again and he looked away. "Am I?" he mumbled. "I mean... I always suspected, but I've never seen another man naked..."

"Trust me," she said, "that's a cock to be proud of, and I'm only looking at it through your pants." She started undoing his belt and unzipping his pants then reaching in and struggling with his underwear before finally getting hold of his cock. As she grabbed it and pulled it out she swore again. "SWEET JESUS! It's fucking huge!" She held it in her hand, marveling at its length and girth. As she held it she could feel it throbbing, could see the large veins running down its impressive length pulsing.

Suddenly she was aware of how wet the sight of the long, thick cock had made her. She began to squirm, the front of her pants feeling damp. She regretted not wearing underwear, but with as wet as she now was she thought maybe it wouldn't have made a difference. She'd never been this aroused in her life, at least not from simply looking at and holding a cock in her hands. Hell, it felt almost like she had wet herself she was so aroused.

Looking up she could see how proud the young man now was of his cock. "It's really that impressive?" he asked her timidly.

"Is it really that impressive?" she repeated back, flabbergasted that he didn't understand how big it was. "Fuck, look at this!" She lowered her body, bending her head back. She then placed his cock on her face, resting the end of it on her forehead. "Look! LOOK! It covers my whole damn face! Fuck, I don't even know if this monster could FIT in my pussy even if I wanted to fuck you properly!"

Pulling the cock off her face and sitting back up she took it in both hands, her hands easily fitting next to each other on his long shaft. "It's so fucking big... so thick... it's amazing." She looked up at him. "You have an amazing cock, and one day you are either going to make a very lucky woman VERY happy, or you're going to make a very UNLUCKY woman miserable."

He smirked. "It's really that big?"

"REALLY," Victory Girl said. "Look, I'll show you." She held his cock up to her mouth then leaned forward, opening it as she approached it. She had to struggle just to fit the man's bulbous cockhead into her mouth.

He moaned as she moved it into her mouth. "Oh god... that feels so good," he moaned, his eyes rolling back up into his head.

I haven't even started, she thought as she slowly started working his shaft into her mouth. She knew there was no way she could fit the whole thing into her mouth, not without at least half of it sticking down her throat. Victory Woman had told her it was possible to get a man that far into you, but every time she'd tried shed started to gag and choke. She was already having a hard enough time not doing that and his cock was only a couple of inches into her mouth.

Once his cock was as deep as she felt comfortable putting it in her mouth she reversed course, sucking as she pulled it out. She tightened her lips around his shaft, pressing her tongue up against the underside of his shaft. Victory Woman had taught her to do that as well.

The man moaned and slid down into his seat, accidental pressing his cock deeper into her mouth. This set of a chocking and gagging fit in the young heroine and she had to pull away from his cock, a thick string of saliva hanging from her mouth and connecting to his cock head. "I'm sorry," she said between coughs, whipping the spittle off her face.

"It's fine," he said quickly. "Just please, don't stop," he added in desperation.

"Okay, I won't stop yet." She leaned back over and returned to sucking him off. Within a few minutes he began to rock his hips and moan loader. She knew he was going to blow his load soon. So fast, she thought sadly.

Just as she felt his cock begin to quiver she pulled her head back, suddenly filled with the desire to see his seed shooting out. Her pussy pulsed with desire and she realized then how fond of cock she was. How in the world was I living just fucking a woman? I need this... I need a cock in my hands. Need to taste it in my mouth, feel it in my cunt. I need to see and taste a man's cum...

He groaned and began cumming. She held his cock upright, hoping to see his seed beautifully shooting up into the air. She could feel the tube under his shaft swell as his cock twitched and the cum began to flow out. But instead of exploding out of his cock the cum began to trickle thickly out of his tip, more like a bubbling volcano than a shooting fire hose.

She oohed an aahed at the sight, marveling at how much cum oozed out of the youth. It flowed out of him, showering down over his cockhead and dribbling down his shaft till it hit her hands. She could smell it, bitter and smelling slightly of bleach.

"My god, look at it," she whispered. "So beautiful, so enticing..." she closed her eyes, leaning forward as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She began to lap the cum up, moaning as she first savored the bitter taste for a moment then swallowed it.

His cock started to grow soft in her hand now that he was done cumming, but still she continued to lick it clean. He moaned and squirmed in his seat, clearly overwhelmed from the feel of her tongue on his highly sensitive, post orgasmic cock. Then out of nowhere he groaned as if in intense pain, his spongy, half erect cock twitching and more cum leaking out the tip.

Victory Girl quickly took his cockhead in her mouth and hungrily sucked the cum up, moaning as she did. She jammed a hand down her pants and began fingering herself, furiously sucking on the man in a failing attempt to keep him hard. She was so hot and worked up that in just mere moments she was able to coax a climax out of her hungry cunt.

With one final slurp at his cock she pulled away, her chest heaving as she continued to finger herself and ride the wave of her orgasm.

"Amazing..." the young man said with a deep, satisfied sigh.

Victory Girl pulled her hand out of her pants, smelling the strong scent of herself on her fingers as she licked them clean. "Mmmmmm... Yes," she said in agreement, "amazing."

* * *

Both women were weak and tired by the time they returned to their tent for the night. From the wide, satisfied smiles they could see on each other's faces they knew they had both had a successful evening.

Victory Woman smiled. "I think you're going to do just fine on your own," she said, giving her young ward a kind pat on the back.

"You know what?" she said, "I think I will."