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    Chapter Nine.

    BUMP ed Jillian with as much expertise as he could muster. She kept her face buried in her pillow as BUMP added to his precise strokes firm smacks upon her raised ass. Because of his prior spending he was able to apply a lengthy session and found the control a new thing and experience. That she refused to raise her face only increased her appeal to him. She was adorable in her wants & needs, yet shy enough to hide in her modesty. Soon the pounding that he applied to both her pussy and ass started to have the desired affect upon his physiology. A seizing up in his precision became apparent and Jillian raised her head at the change and alarm. Their eyes met again, her face flush, yet still impassive.

    "You're going to come, aren't you, cowboy?" Her voice innocently inquisitive.

    "I God's, yes, Jill. I can't help it."

    "It's okay. I want you to. I want you to enjoy it. Just don't come on my butt. Do anything but that, darling. Don't release onto my bottom. Promise me that, BUMP. Say it, now, before it's too late."

    "I promise I won't come on your butt, Jill."

    "That's nice, BUMP. Thank you. You may release now."

    BUMP waited a scant second too late, but still managed to extricate his from her channel. Thankfully there was nary need to vulgarly jack it. All that was required was to point it as if it were a .357 Magnum. Three separate and distinct arcs were launched and landed precisely on target:::Jillian's butt.

    Their eyes never broke contact.

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    Chapter Ten.

    "Thank you, for a wonderful evening, BUMP. You are so nice to me. You did everything I wanted and asked for. And some things I didn't ask for." Her giggle unmistakable. "I'm so sleepy though, I can't keep my eyes open." BUMP had tidied them both up and they were now cuddled deep in the blankets, Jillian held tightly in BUMP's arms.

    "You'll be here when I waken, won't you, BUMP?"

    "Yes, I promise, Jill."

    "BUMP, what is your real name?"

    "Alec."

    "I like that name a lot. Good night, BUMP."

    BUMP laughed softly, kissed her lightly on the forehead and Jillian fell fast asleep.

    Soon after the dark curtain started to fall for BUMP as well. And per the usual since last Summer he was pleased that the crash of white light interceded. It had on many nights since then. The brilliant light of his hero, Dirk Nowitski, rising out of the depths of utter despair, and manmade calamity, slaying all their dragons, all their enemies, as if in Arthurian Legend---Lancelot carried forth the day, one final time.

    And as the white light began to fail, and the darkness fall again, he saw her there in the shadows. Jillian, and she was smiling and happy for him. And he saw something else there in her smile and in her eyes, a boundless light.

    And the chance of love.

    The End

    - Culburn369
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    The Timeless One Leetonidas's Avatar
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    Do you guys know how to post videos to facebook

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    Chapter Ten.

    "Thank you, for a wonderful evening, BUMP. You are so nice to me. You did everything I wanted and asked for. And some things I didn't ask for." Her giggle unmistakable. I'm so sleepy though, I can't keep my eyes open." BUMP had tidied them both up and they were now cuddled deep in the blankets, Jillian held closely in BUMP's arms.

    "You'll be here when I waken, won't you, BUMP?"

    "Yes, I promise, Jill."

    "BUMP, what is your real name?"

    "Alec."

    "I like that name a lot. Good night, BUMP."

    BUMP laughed softly, kissed her lightly on the forehead and Jillian fell fast asleep.

    Soon after the dark curtain started to fall for BUMP as well. And per the usual since last Summer he was pleased that the crash of white light interceded. It had on many nights since then. The brilliant light of his hero, Dirk Nowitski, rising out of the depths of utter despair, and manmade calamity, slaying all their dragons, all their enemies, as if in Arthurian Legend---Lancelot carried forth the day, one final time.

    And as the white light began to fail, and the darkness fall again, he saw her there in the shadows. Jillian, and she was smiling and happy for him. And he saw something else there in her smile and in her eyes, a boundless light.

    And the chance of love.

    The End

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    ty writing. Too much purple prose.

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    oops, sorry. I was making some edits.

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    SeaGOAT midnightpulp's Avatar
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    Why post it again?

    Needs a rewrite. Cut out all the purple prose and replace words like "interceded" "calamity" "extricate" with leaner alternatives.

    As it stands, you write like a 14 year old goth girl taking her first creative writing class.

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    Giuseppe,

    This material brings about a catharsis for the souls that are in pain, especially that of the OP.

    You should create a more suitable name for him. I propose "Ed". Ed is a good name. Many people named Ed have gone on to be successful at exposing their pain and in turn, defeating it. Ed is a good name.

    'til then,

    Sy

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    Giuseppe,

    This material brings about a catharsis for the souls that are in pain, especially that of the OP.

    You should create a more suitable name for him. I propose "Ed". Ed is a good name. Many people named Ed have gone on to be successful at exposing their pain and in turn, defeating it. Ed is a good name.

    'til then,

    Sy
    Sup, Jaspers.

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    mid and cul should pen a screenplay together.

  10. #60
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    Giuseppe,

    This material brings about a catharsis for the souls that are in pain, especially that of the OP.

    You should create a more suitable name for him. I propose "Ed". Ed is a good name. Many people named Ed have gone on to be successful at exposing their pain and in turn, defeating it. Ed is a good name.

    'til then,

    Sy
    No. BUMP is worthy here. It's a Dallas type name, that of a genuine cowboy. Even at knowledge Jillian prefers 'BUMP' over his given name of "Alec." Sure, it startles at sight [BUMP] but, at visual it works splendidly.

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    "Offutt" - (working le)

    SAC Headquarters
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    Omaha, NE.
    1972

    Chapter 1.


    "Can I come up and see you?"

    "No, Girl. Women aren't allowed, that includes wives. You know this."

    "I'm bored. I want to come up there and see you in your uniform."

    I was pulling duty (10PM - 7) in the Airmen's barracks, making sure there was no drinking, or, fighting. It was Saturday, and gratefully nearly all of the guys had left the base for the weekend. Only two privates remained, and one of those had turned in early.

    "No. The Captain may show up. Plus, you saw me in my uniform before I left." Girl was partial to the 1505 uniform. She made no pretense of that fact.

    "Please? I've nothing to do here."

    "No, G. Go to sleep. I'll be home after 7."

    "Uh, uh. I'm coming and you can't stop me."

    "Girl, don't!" But, the line had gone dead.

    I got up and went out to the day room. Neal Lumb, an Airman from Gulfport was sitting on the couch watching television.

    "Hey, Sarge, what's up?"

    "The wife is coming up to bring me my dinner. I forgot it at the house." Neal took no notice. I was relieved. The chances of the Captain actually showing up were nil. He'd left for the Cornhusker game in Lincoln early that morning. He wouldn't be back until the following night.

    "I'll be in the office when she gets here, Neal, just give a shout out when she arrives."

    "No problem, Sarge."

    Not two minutes later Neal knocked on the office door. "Sarge, I'm going up. I'm worn out. Night."

    "Night, Neal."


    Chapter 2.

    Girl had arrived a half hour later. We were in the office, seated on either side of the desk.

    "I don't have any panties on."

    "Big deal. You never have panties on."

    "Do you want to see it?"

    "Do I have a choice?"

    "Don't be mean, Robby."

    "Okay, I'm sorry. Yes, I want to see it."

    Girl rested her feet on the edge of the desk and spread her legs.

    I lifted out of my chair slowly and peered across the desk to get a look. As expected Girl had eschewed panties. It was there, and it was glistening.

    "Should we lock the door, G?"

    "No."

    "Why not?"

    "I want somebody to catch us. I want somebody to see."

    "Please, G, let me lock the door."

    "No."

    "Okay."

    "You want some?"

    "Yes. But, we have to be very careful. Can I just feel it? You know, make you come?"

    "No. You have to take your uniform off & eat it. I get to keep my clothes on."

    "You're crazy, Girl."

    "You can keep the shirt on, Robby, but, the pants come off. I want to see it."

    "You just saw it before I left the house last night."

    "I want to see it again and I want to sit on it."

    "No way, G. They'd court martial me if they caught us."

    "We're married." Like that would have any bearing on it. I rolled my eyes. Girl stood up and took her sweatshirt off over her head. Her breasts were free, unen bered by bra. They were small. They were pert. They were adorable.

    "Take your pants down, Robby."

    "But, Gir..."

    "That's it. Now."

    The dreaded 'that's it.' The case was closed once that epitaph was rendered.

    I leaned over--untied my shoes--dropped my pants, and attendant Fruits. It was long & hard and poked thru the shirt tails to see what was going on.

    Girl knelt at my feet, removed my shoes--pants--and attendant Fruits.

    "Don't sit down, Robby. Just take this like a man, standing up."

    She enveloped the knob with her warm mouth after first gathering the twins out of their playpen and putting a strangle hold on them. I grimaced, but, it had no affect on the girl. She was determined. I'd proven to be a bit premature in my release and she'd taken this precaution to re such early emissions.

    "Oh, God, G."

    She separated the twins now and held one lovingly in each warm hand. That was better. The bile started to rise immediately though.

    "Girl!"

    She was ready and squeezed the twins accordingly. The pleasure of pressure & pain stilled the rising batter.

    Her tongue went to work on the knob. It felt like 600 grade sand paper and I gripped her long soft auburn hair to steady the movement of us both.

    "Slow, Girl. Real slow, or, I'll disappoint one of us."

    She increased the grip a notch and swirled the tongue. I immediately saw a flash of fluorescent light and thought I'd blasted thru Girl's failsafe mechanism.

    "Can I join, or is this a private affair?"

    TSGT Winters was standing in the open doorway.

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    Chapter 3.

    TSGT Winters, first name Debbie was an NCO assigned to the WACs at Offutt.

    Girl---topless, immediately stood & turned to face Winters. I immediately sat down and pulled the chair close to it's well. My tumescence ended abruptly.

    "I uh, uh, am sorry. I don't know what. I uh, uh."

    "Yes, you can join." Girl's voice was low, but, unmistakable in it's content & intent.

    I'd seen Winters around the base from time-to-time. She was quite common: a level portly, with large breasts and a bottom big & exceedingly round. She was a career woman, probably in her late 30s, perhaps even 40. And on this early of a Sunday morn, she was in uniform.

    I tried to speak, but, was unable to enunciate sound. I shifted my gaze to Girl. Only the short skirt remained. And she'd had the decency to pull it down upon rising from the floor.

    Winters was talking to me, but, locked on Girl. I noticed that right off.

    "I saw her come in here a while ago." She nodded at Girl.

    "My name is Girl. What's yours?"

    I finally found a safe opening. "Girl, this is Debbie Winters. Debbie, my wife, Girl."

    She smartly closed the distance between them and they briefly touched hands.

    "We should the close and lock the door." Winters turned and did exactly that.

    Girl reached behind her and deftly unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor.

    I uttered something, but, even I couldn't tell you what it was. Perhaps a tortured moan. I'm not sure.

    "You stay where you are, sweetheart. Debbie & I will let you watch. If you are a good boy."

    There was a small black leather couch to the right of where I was sitting. They met there presently. Girl, already nude watched with me as Winters journeyed to the same state. Winter's breasts proved to be more than I imagined. They were full & bountiful, pure & white, the nipples long, defined and so very pink. All that was left were U.S. gov't issued white cotton panties. I'd seen them in the PX, even handled them when nobody was looking. They were precious on the shelf, but, on Winters, they were simply magnificent. She made no action to remove them, just took Girl by the hand, sat down on the couch and pulled Girl into a straddling position over her closed knees.

    I started to rise with yet another undefined groan.

    "SSSsssshhh." Girl had turned to face me with pursed lips. "Stay. That's it."
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    Chapter 4.

    "I want these." Girl whispered ever so softly to Debbie, intent upon Winter's heavy breasts.

    "Please, enjoy yourself." Winters held her right breast and my wife nursed upon it.

    "Here, take the other." Winters encouraged my wife to take them both in turn.

    Winters hands were not idle by any means. They were active between the female bodies, exploring Girl's pussy and inner thighs. Even though the interior lights had been doused the street lights thru the windows cast a warm and telling glow over their coupling. Winter's butt, cased in those white panties was enormous at this view point. I wanted badly to rise, and lower those panties, to see that ass beneath, but, I'd been forbidden by the "That's it." Not to mention the animalistic command "Stay." I'd remain rooted for the time being, but, not forever.

    They'd started kissing, their tongues active. Their breasts touching, Girl's small ones captivated by the older woman's mature stature. I tell you, I tried mightily to discern if this was an act by them, a set up if you will, but, I could glean no such trickery. Their shared passion was steadily mounting. When we'd had fantasy exchanges I'd always quizzed Girl about such a setting as this, even suggested planning such a scenario thru a swinger's magazine I'd purchased at the "dirty book store." She'd been adamant in her denial of such a desire, or, participation in a scenario that was at this moment actually taking place.

    "You haven't any experience with another woman, have you, Girl?"

    I perked up for Girl's response, hoping with all my heart the answer to be negative. It was.

    "No, Debbie, but, I would very much like to learn. Would you to teach me?"

    "Okay, baby, I will show you how--then you can do me."

    Debbie stood and helped Girl to recline on the couch.

    I tried to catch Girl's attention but she was intent on the experience before her, or, she was purposely ignoring me. She kept her gaze upon Debbie as the older woman planted kisses on Girl's ankles, then commenced to ascend. Girl lifted her knees and spread them to accommodate Debbie.

    "Are you sure?" Debbie looked up, inches from the grotto she was about to conquer & savor.

    Now. Now Girl looked at me square & true. I wanted to forbid it. I wanted to permit it. I instead dropped my head and found the Saturday edition of the Omaha World Herald, Sport Section, NBA boxscores.

    "Do everything, Debbie. Do it all."


    Chapter 5.

    TSGT. Debbie Winters buried her face at the apex of my wife's inner thighs. Her tight blonde curls were all I could see from my vantage point. Girl had rested the back of her head flat against the couch cushion denying me her line of sight. Again Winter's bottom was launched high & wide. The groove of her ass crack a long deep shadowed crevice beneath those infernal white panties.

    In defiance I rose again.

    "No, Robby. Sit down. Didn't you hear me say 'that's it'?" I huffed distinctly, and I sat back down.

    "Your turn will be later. If you're a good boy. Until then be still and behave."

    "Girl, please." My voice a strained plea in the room that had now grown warm and musky. The scent of woman was unmistakable.

    "No. You're to remain where you are until we retrieve you."

    'What the ?' I queried myself. 'We?' 'Retrieve?' But, I didn't move. I watched.

    "Yes, there Debbie, right there, only harder, much harder." Girl's long legs had straightened out, the bottoms of her feet parallel to the ceiling. I couldn't see much because Winter's more than ample body was plugged firmly between Girl's outstretched legs, her large derriere the cornerstone of all that was Winters. I would soon go mad if she didn't pull her panties down. I knew that. I was sitting in my chair, but, I discovered myself vibrating, my whole body strumming, like a woofer surface. I stilled myself and successfully fought back the urge to rise and savagely attack those white panties.

    "Oh, God, yes, don't stop, Debbie." Girl's voice had taken on a desperate tone. She wasn't there yet, I knew from experience, but, the end was nigh. Distant, but, imminent. I noticed for the first time Winter's right elbow in a slow but steady seesaw action. Obviously she was ing my wife with her fingers.

    "More--And faster Debbie--More fingers--Much faster--I like a lot of fingers."

    'Since when?' I nearly demanded aloud.

    "Oh, God, yes, just one more finger, please. And then lots faster. Lots!"

    She only had the 4 fingers. How many would be left if Winters delivered on Girl's panicked request? Winter's right elbow was now nothing more than blur. Girl's back arched off the couch cushion and locked. Winter's found another gear and must have applied the correct amount of fingers. "No more, but, real fast now, it's almost here."

    Girl was a screamer, and I wanted to forewarn her to keep it down, but, I knew I'd be shushed again and perhaps even punished if I spoke so I just kept quiet and seated. I watched.

    "Oh, God!!! Debbie, as fast as you can, girl. I'm going to come. It's here."

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