No Pulling Out, page 3
She approached the wall, leaped up and grabbed the top of it, and placing her feet flat against the bricks she began to tread vertically. She managed to get a leg over the wall, which she used to anchor herself up. Pulling with all her might, she shifted her body weight on top of the wall and dropped down the other side.
This was the first chance she’d had to look behind her. She could see she was outperforming the other recruits. However, this momentary distraction had drawn the attention of the Lieutenant, whose booming voice she had heard throughout the course, humiliating the other recruits.
She looked across at the next obstacle, the cargo net. This was usually fairly easy if you could get a rhythm going - stepping down on one part of the net, before grabbing another part that became taut as you did so. She rushed forward, leaping on to the net. She grabbed the rope with both hands, but her right foot slipped through the netting. She pulled with both her hands, and pushed with her left foot, but the rope only tightened around her right foot. She released one of her hands, and the rope slid up to her right knee. She wrestled with the rope, desperately trying to free her tangled leg.
The shrill sound of a whistle blew in her vicinity, and all of her muscles tensed up. The Lieutenant stood to the side of her, red-faced and fuming.
“What’s your problem, girl? You made it this far only to get tangled in the cargo net?” He barked. “I’ve seen children climb these things in school yards! Sort yourself out and get over that net now! ”
The Lieutenant’s words tore into Olivia, turning her muscles to jelly. She thrashed desperately to free her right leg which had become hopelessly tangled. As her body shook, she lost her footing, and her left leg slipped into the netting as well.
Having seen enough, the Lieutenant shook his head. “Right. Olivia, isn’t it? Get away from that obstacle course right this moment.”
Sheepishly, Olivia did as she was told, and traipsed through the mud over to where the Lieutenant was standing. “Sir, I...”
“Silence,” said the Lieutenant coldly, no longer shouting, his voice low and serious. He nodded in the direction of the trees to the left of him. “This is unacceptable. Follow me, girl.”
Olivia followed the big man over to the trees, nervously eying up his heavily muscled back and traps as he walked. They came to a secluded spot in the centre of the wooded area, away from the obstacle course and away from the watchful eyes of the other recruits.
“Sir, I...” Olivia started.
“Unacceptable,” the Lieutenant interrupted her.
Olivia gulped, as desire burnt through her. She wanted this, badly.
The Lieutenant wasn’t going to waste another second. He leaned over and began to lick the side of her neck, intently lapping at her soft skin, and sniffing her scent. Olivia rocked her head back, whipped her hair back and closed her eyes, as she felt her ass cheeks tremble.
The Lieutenant pulled off her camouflage shirt and sports bra, setting her perky breasts free from their cotton prison. The burly stud teased her hard nips with his tongue, before taking each one in his mouth, his lips attentively suckling them in turn like a baby reindeer at its mother’s teat. Olivia’s nipples stuck out, so hard they could cut glass, the Lieutenant’s spit gleaming on them in the afternoon light.
“Girl. Sit down on that log over there.” The subtly threatening undertone in the Lieutenant’s voice, and the fact that Olivia was desperate to give herself over to the big man, meant that she certainly didn’t need to be asked twice. She sat down on the log, waiting for the big man’s next move.
As soon as she had sat down, the Lieutenant ripped down Olivia’s combat trousers and spread the young woman’s legs wide to reveal her sexy black underwear. He traced his fingers down her slim torso, down her flat stomach, and began to stroke her moist pussy through her underwear. Making eye contact, he spread her legs wider and lifted her legs up so he could get better access. He played with her snatch, rubbing her clit and tracing his finger up and down the length of her lips.
The Lieutenant seemed to be enjoying this, because the bulge that was present in his combat trousers was growing dramatically. Olivia sensed that now was the time, and reached a hand forward, eager to unzip the beast. She undid the older man’s fly and top button. She pulled down his trousers swiftly with both hands, revealing his black boxer-briefs.
Grabbing his briefs by the elastic, she tugged them down in one motion, allowing his huge cock to spring up. It bobbed up and down for a couple of seconds, ominously swaying. Olivia’s mouth watered. The cock was truly huge, thick and pulsing. His foreskin had already contracted, revealing a big purple head. A drop of pre-cum was already beginning to ooze, and his large nuts hung below, churning.
Leaning forward, she opened her lips and captured the cock head in her mouth. She groaned as she reached down and squeezed the balls with one hand, whilst taking her lips off the dick for a moment to comment to the Lieutenant that they were indeed, “Full as fuck.”
She let the Lieutenant’s tool slip all the way into her gullet, her full lips clamping down on the impressive girth with passionate intent. She sucked heatedly, rocking her head like a hammock in an afternoon breeze.
The Lieutenant stepped out of his trousers and underwear and stood there in his big black boots. The man was now nude from the waist down - except for his boots - his cock angry and ready, waving in mid-air like a seesaw.
Dropping to her knees, Olivia impaled her own face on the enormous staff, impatiently bobbing her head up and down the length. The big man looked down at her, the recruit absolutely in her element, blowing the long pole. The harder she sucked, the more the Lieutenant would emit little sighs of satisfaction.
He lay back on the log, his large erect rod sticking right up in the air, pointing towards the heavens. Olivia stood and turned her back to the man, bent over slowly, and pulled down her nice underwear. The material dislodged from the crack of her fleshy globes, revealing her plentiful tush. He got a good look at the welcoming pink of the recruit’s snatch from behind, her neat pussy looking enticing, glistening between her legs.
Placing a leg either side of the hulking man, Olivia stood up on the log, facing away. She was ready to ride him, reverse-cowgirl style.
She could feel the Lieutenant’s large palms on her ass while she lowered herself down quickly, as if doing a gym squat, and let the throbbing stick press up against her warm pussy. Whilst closing her eyes she lowered further, and allowed the wide head to slip into her juiced-up snatch. Inch by inch she let it slide inside, as her mouth exhaled a deep breath, every last inch gliding into her tight hole.
Full up, Olivia rode. She bounced up and down, hastily picking up the pace, while his full balls slapped against her cheeks with every motion. She reached down to steady the throbbing girth while she continued to ride his cock, creating a wet slapping noise as she did so.
Panting and temporarily fulfilled, she dismounted, letting the cock slide out of her.
With the Lieutenant still lying on his back, she swung her legs either side of his head and lowered herself onto him. She took his dick in her mouth once more, 69 style. His tongue flicked up and down the length of her pussy, his strong tongue lapping hungrily.
Olivia switched positions again and got on her hands and knees on the log, presenting her peachy buns to the big man. He crouched down behind her like a tiger. He aimed his pole towards her cheeks and slapped his staff off the twin orbs, the sound of the slaps echoing through the trees.
The Lieutenant was ready to plow like a combine harvester. Grabbing her fleshy rump he drilled his cock deep. The length of his dick meant he didn’t go all the way to the hilt, determinedly banging in and out of her whilst Olivia’s pussy sucked him in, clamping down on him tightly.
He held her silky hair and pulled it back, as he slammed her whilst laying down an onslaught of slaps upon her cheeks.
Olivia reached between her legs, and cupped the man’s huge balls. “God, they’re heavy,” she muttered to herself.
The Lieutenant held the pert ass before him and pumped into the pink hole, spearing her fully. He continued to screw her unweariedly, doggy-position, pumping in and out of her whilst his thighs rippled and flexed.
He speared her, drilling her with his ridiculous dick, his massive balls banging on her cheeks, sending waves of ecstasy up and down her wanton body. She was impaled royally, the Lieutenant’s strong hands on her thighs as he took her like an animal. His banging balls almost pushed Olivia over the edge, and as his enormous cock head rubbed up against her g-spot, she was sent completely into another realm. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head while she thrashed her head back and shrieked, coating the Lieutenant’s thick shaft with her juices.
Olivia felt the big man’s nuts clench and she knew that he was close. She wanted to take this brute’s seed deep inside her.
“Give me your cream,” she gasped at the beast of a man, turning her head back to look at him.
She arched her back and raised her perfect ass cheeks up in the air, her eyes watering. It felt great, and as her body relaxed, she backed her ass up, encouraging him to continue. “C’mon, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!”
He got to it. He placed his soft hands on her ass, and he gripped her cheeks with a remarkable amount of dominance. He speared her, the walls of her juicy pussy clamping down and sucking him in as far as he could go.
It had been so long for Olivia, and with the Lieutenant’s bone buried deep she knew that this was what she had been pining for, to be filled so perfectly. It made her feel whole, complete. Minimal hip-action was required by the Lieutenant at this point as Olivia backed her ass up further, pounding her ass back and forth, impaling herself, feeling her new lover’s beefy thighs and firm grip on her fleshy globes, her slick pussy clutching him tightly. Clawing at the wood of the log with a vice-like grip, she felt the Lieutenant withdraw.
Placing his palms on either cheek, the man spread her cheeks, Olivia’s eyes widening and staring at the trees straight ahead as she wondered what he had in mind. She felt his huge cock tickle her upper-crack area, and the Lieutenant teased her, slapping his cock off both cheeks before resting his cock head on her ass, letting it throb against her skin. The teasing was almost too much for her to take, and she wished the man would hurry up and finish the job. The Lieutenant rested his cock on the small of her back, his pre-cum leaking down around her waist and trickling onto the wood below. She impulsively reached down to flick her throbbing clit, working herself as she closed her eyes, moaning and caught up in the moment.
Turning around, she lay on her back and spread her legs. The Lieutenant climbed on top of her and rammed his cock into her aching pussy. A feeling of completeness washed over her as the Lieutenant stroked her breasts and started pumping back and forth, his huge body penetrating her with a significant amount of power.
A feeling more intense than anything she had ever felt before started growing deep within Olivia’s body. He took her faster and faster, hitting her sweet spot perfectly, the pleasure building with every masterful touch and thrust.
“Oh, Lieutenant!” she screamed, cumming harder than she ever had in her life and climaxing in multiple glorious waves.
Drilling her as hard as he could, the Lieutenant’s big balls tightened up. He came, spurting his jizz and releasing a rope of thick sticky cream, which sprayed out like a spilt milkshake right into Olivia’s fertile body. The Lieutenant panted as he shot his seed deep inside her, varnishing her insides and filling her up with his immense sack-full. He withdrew his phallus and stepped off the log, as his sperm swam onwards.
Olivia sat down on the edge of the log, parted her legs, and looked down at the humongous cream-pie as it dripped out onto the soil.
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Bonus Stories …
STRETCHED BY A STRANGER
By
Tess West
L ong drives are something that a person either loves, or hates. Some people love them on certain days, hate them on other days. Generally, Carla Lucas loved long drives. To her it was a time to get away, to forget about the stresses of real life and throw herself into something that was both low effort, and decently distracting.
Carla was driving to her father’s house in Maine. It was several hours from her own home, but it was Father’s Day weekend and she wanted to be there to spend time with her old man. Carla herself didn’t have any children, not yet – but who knew what the future held. Truthfully, she was glad she hadn’t gotten pregnant just yet, as her life would certainly have taken a very different turn. But surprisingly she’d been responsible and level-headed throughout her youth, something that her parents had feared might never happen.
She glanced down at her hand on the steering wheel. There was a large and faded black tattoo on the back of her left hand, right near the fold between her index finger and thumb. It depicted an octopus in astonishing detail, though some of it had been lost over the years. Sea creatures had always been her favorite, in particular the octopus, and so she’d gotten it on a whim one day when she was 19. Suffice to say, her old man hadn’t been too happy when she’d come home with that. They had good reason for fearing her judgment skills. But now at 26 years old, she had a mind of her own and didn’t much care what people thought.
A long, sunny highway stretched out before Carla. The sun was gleaming high in the sky, and she let herself bask in its warm rays. She had a baseball cap tucked onto her head and over her hair. It shaded her face well and kept things visible on the road, no matter which angle the sun was shining from.
The road was decently empty, which happened when driving on the highway for long enough. This area was rather rugged and ‘farmy’, as Carla liked to call it. Every few miles she’d fly by fields of corn or a pasture with grazing cows or horses. They flicked their tails lazily in the afternoon heat, chewing morosely on the grass beneath their hooves.
“What a wonderful day,” Carla said to herself, fighting the urge to hum. She didn’t really know why she was in such good spirits – it had come out of nowhere. Sure, she was happy to be driving and going up to Maine, happy to be seeing her dad for the first time in months, but this was more than that. She just felt good.
Carla was a slim girl, and always had been. She was of average height and had tanned skin from working outside in the sun. She did lawn care, running a private business and servicing countless clients from the surrounding area. The result was a deep and near constant tan, even in the winter months when business let up a bit. It seemed like her farmer’s tan never went away though – she could roll up her sleeves in mid-January and still see a faded line. She had a soft, diamond-shaped face, with a few freckles sprinkled across her nose, and her eyes were blue-green and bright.
She took her hat off and rested it on the passenger seat of her car, running her fingers through her hair. A thin white streak of hair was smack dab in the center of her forehead, and had been there for as long as she could remember. She remembered children being very curious about it in junior high, and even more so in primary school.
The road was mostly still empty, except for a pickup truck about ten feet behind her. It was black with tinted windows, so she couldn’t see inside. For some reason it gave her a bad feeling. She watched it steadily in her rearview mirror, and it never wavered from behind her. Over the next ten minutes they passed by several exits, and the truck never turned off to take them. It didn’t speed up to pass her either, though it seemed like she was going slower than the driver would like, considering he or she kept creeping up too close behind.
Finally, Carla’s own exit came up. She signaled and started pulling to the right onto the off-ramp. Looking behind her, she saw with a jolt that the truck was also pulling off the highway.
“C’mon, Carla,” she scolded herself. “There’s nothing weird about this. You’re just being paranoid, girl. Relax.”
She decided to give it one final test. As she drove, she scanned the side of the road for any sort of gas station or shop, anything at all. Unfortunately, she was still kind of in the middle of nowhere, and nothing popped up. She continued driving along in the direction of her dad’s house. The truck followed her along steadily, always activating its blinker seconds after she had flicked on her own.
Finally, there one was. A gas station appeared as she turned a bend. She hastily pulled in and parked the car, resisting the urge to look over her shoulder to see if the truck had done the same as she walked inside. She made straight for the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, Carla took a stall. She shuffled inside and shut the door behind her with a resounding click of the lock. She peed, and as soon as she had finished she flushed and buttoned up, ready to open the door of her stall and leave. Moments later, the bathroom door opened again.
