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Based on everything that has happened to this point, you’re probably thinking we lived “happily ever after”. I know I was thinking that. I was smiling more, I was happy. The air felt cleaner, fresher; the sun was brighter.
I wake up at 0600. My feet hit the cold floor and I move with practiced precision to find my socks and running shoes. I pull on a fresh tee-shirt; my dog-tags jingle against my chest. I am up and out the door in a matter of minutes, out of the barracks and heading down to the patch of grass in front of the Division Headquarters for Physical Training. Along the way, I walk by fellow Marines heading to the same location with sleep-filled eyes.
At 0620, we are in formation, counting off from front-to-rear. We separate as per the command so we have enough space to exercise.The sunlight is brilliant and orange at this time of the morning. As we workout in unison, I notice a female Marine to one side. Her legs are white, leading up to the small, nylon short; the drab, olive green fabric is tight against her buttocks as we stretch. I can’t help but notice and see other male Marines looking at the same thing. Even with the slight stirring I feel in my own shorts, I find myself comparing her body to Kelli’s.
Then, my mind gets distracted. Rather than seeing this new female, I see Kelli. Her hands are on her hips. She’s rocking back to side to front to side; performing trunk-twisters with her chest thrust proudly forward. Now, I did imagine this girl’s rack on Kelli’s body because her’s were a little larger than softballs. Now, I must say, I did not look directly at her; we were in formation and that would have been wrong. Instead, I had to take in the sight by focusing on the corner of my vision.
After we exercise and got a formation run, I linger around to meet up with my office. Even though we are to report back at the office at the same time every PT day, we still have to receive official word. I walk back to the barracks feeling great. Sweat has moistened my shirt and I feel supercharged. Thought of Kelli pushed me through the run and I was willing to run further, which is rare with me.
By the time I get to the barracks, this mysterious female is sitting out front, talking to a male Marine. She is at the base of the stairs while he stands over her. I am on the concrete. Before I can take the first step, she speaks.
“Hey.” Her voice has a slight husk to it, like she has been yelling out in the cold.
“Hello,” I politely respond.
“Where do you work?” she asks. “I’ve never seen you before.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I answer. “In the Electronics Maintenance Shop over by the MPs.”
I look at her face. She is pretty. Dark brown hair, brilliant blue eyes. I catch her knees moving at the bottom of my field of view. Immediately, my eyes drop towards the movement. Her legs are spread. She has nice, meaty thighs; not too thick, but powerful enough if she wanted them to be. But the nylon short are moved and I’m unsure if she is aware of this. I see a bald pussy lip poking out through the edge of the material.
“Do you have the time?” she asks.
I look down at my bare wrist, then back up to her crotch. Her legs are still spread. I feel my cock twitch against my jock-strap. My eyes quickly move back to her’s.
“I’m not wearing my watch,” I tell her.
She smiles a lovely smile. “Thank you.” She rests a hand on her leg; the finger flutter against the edge of the fabric. Slowly, she strokes the exposed flap before covering back up.
I’m sure I was slightly embarrassed, having never experienced anything like that before. I nod and make my way back to my barracks room.
My roommates are gone. I kick off my shoes and socks and pull my tee-shirt over my head. Usually, I wait to undress in the bathroom but I feel freer. I pull my shorts down, along with the jock-strap. I toss my sweaty clothes into the hamper before heading into the bathroom to shower.
I check out the change the Marine Corps has given my body; I’m impressed. I was scrawny as a kid and turned that into muscle. Now, I’m not as huge as they like to portray in the movies, but I am very fit.
I step into the shower with my mind sorting through what I just saw. “Did she really just show me her pussy?” I ask myself. I feel an erection growing as I soap up. My eyes are closed and I see Kelli. My hand brushes against my erection as I clean every inch of my body. The warm water and the van escort physical contact make my erection grow harder. I lightly stroke my own cock and think about the wonderful weekend I had with Kelli. My mind recreates every exciting moment and my hand pumps harder along my shaft. I can’t wait to do it again.
My hand strokes faster. I put my face under the water, shutting my eyes tighter, hoping for a clearer image. I want to be transported back to that very moment. My hips are thrusting as the water pours down my body. I’m thrusting into Kelli faster, harder as she lays on the hood of the car. The shower water is the rain that never happened. Her pussy is tight; my grip tightens as I stroke faster, harder. I slide my hand upward, roll the palm along the swollen tip, and glide my grip back down; my little finger caresses my ball-sack before repeating the process.
I moan and stroke myself harder. My entire body is getting into. My lips smack against the water, wanting to kiss Kelli’s lips. My shoulders roll with every stroke. I’m on the tips of my toes leaning into the shower wall. I pull down on my cock, the skin pulled back to expose as much of the tip as possible. I keep the pressure and feel like my dick with explode right off my body.
My knee buckle; I catch myself. My hips buck. My vision goes dark as I release pointed down at the shower drain. I feel a major release erupt from the head of my penis and my hips gradually stop pulsating, bucking. I open my eyes and the first image I see is that unknown female Marine sitting on the steps with her legs spread and I wonder if I just mentally cheating on Kelli.
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It was a typical day at work, yet I find myself constantly sorting between the new girl from the front steps and Kelli. All I know is that I cannot wait for the day to end. I have never wanted a day to end more than today. Surrounded by my fellow Marines and radio techs, I am isolated, alone with my thoughts. I sit at my bench with my head down, my eyes on the electronics in front of my, yet my vision is on Kelli.
She is working as a waitress. I see myself enter the restaurant. She is rushing around from table-to-table, taking and serving orders. I see her long legs leading up to the apron covering her waist and wonder where her pants are. I sneak up behind her, cup both of her firm cheeks in my hands, and gently squeeze as I whisper, “Did you forget your pant?”
She turns and smiles at me. Her chest is covered by a thin belt; the edges of her pink nipples peek out from the edge of the leather belt. “My tips are better this way,” she responds.
It is at that moment that I notice every booth in the restaurant is filled with men.
I snap out of my daydream. Time progresses slowly, but just picturing Kelli in that skimpy, little outfit is enough to keep me from watching the clock. By the time the day ends, I am one of the first out the door. I swing by the Chow Hall for a meal first before heading back to the barracks to change. When I spoke to Kelli the other day, she mentioned being busy for the next couple of days, but I am unable to wait that long.
I call, but there is no answer.
I get in my car and drive, stopping along the way to pick up flowers. I work out every detail in my head of what I want to say to her. She is all I can think about and I want her to know it.
It’s early evening by the time I pull onto her street. There are a few cars in her driveway, so I park on the edge of the road, just away from the house. I exit the car and approach the house. I hear voices inside.
“Where’d you learn to cook steak?” a male’s voice asks.
“I’ve always known. Been cooking it since I was a little girl,” Kelli answers.
“Mmmm,” the male responds. “Well, that little girl grew up into a sexy woman.”
I peek around the edge of the open door, peering through the screen on the porch. A man, a little huskier than me, with a mop of blond hair is standing behind Kelli. His hands are on her waist and his lips are on his neck. I am frozen; I can’t move. His hands drop to the curve of her ass, feeling her through the jeans. She is pushing her body against his touch.
“Forget the steak; I know what I want,” he says, spinning Kelli to face him.
She gasps. She’s surprised or aroused. He has one hand touching the front pocket of her jeans as the other climbs up the front of her shirt. He clutches a covered breast and squeezes. Kelli gasps. yalova escort They kiss for several seconds. I witness Kelli wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him tight. Then, his kiss moves down her neck, stopping at the collar of her shirt. His hands disappear in front of his body; then, he yanks her blouse open. Buttons are sent flying across the room.
I am startled. I jump back, unsure of what I should do. I am mild-mannered, but I’m also angry. As much as I want to step in and kick this guy’s ass, a part of me realises that Kelli has made a choice . . . and I wasn’t it.
His lips and hands paw around Kelli’s firm, flat stomach. He lifts her breasts upward and kisses the delicate mounds.
“Oh, David,” Kelli moans, resting back against the counter in the kitchen.
David lifts the bra up, removing it along with Kelli’s shirt. His hands caress her breasts. His fingers pinch her nipples. His tongue flicks at the tips, playing circles around the sensitive orbs. His kisses them each before moving up to her full, pouty lips. I watch their tongues play against each other, rubbing and darting around one another.
His hands draw the zipper of her jeans downward. His hand slips within her white panties; it disappears. Kelli touches a hand to her head and rolls her head back. She moans, biting her lower lip with her eyes closed. I can tell that David has just touched her clit and is slipping at least one finger inside of her. Kelli slowly lifts herself onto the counter, but is only able to rest on cheek as David continues to finger her pussy.
She is running her hand through her hair, moaning as her hips twitch in unison with the Morse code David is sending through her clit. Her other hand rests casually on his shoulder, like it’s a natural, everyday occurrence. Then, she arches her back, screaming “Oh God”. I’m hoping she is about to sneeze but, in fact, know that she just orgasmed.
David carefully slips his hand from her panties, touching his glistening fingers to his mouth. “Mmmm,” he says. “That’s the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”
Then, he grabs her jeans and pulls them down her legs. Kelli sits upon the counter as David kisses along the inside of each leg. He mouth stops at the damp fabric to her panties. Finally, he kisses the fabric. I can hear him sucking her moisture from the material. His hands are on the inside of her thighs spreading her legs apart. I may not be able to see it, but I know he is using his mouth to move her panties to the side so that he can taste the moisture from the source.
Kelli leans back and places her feet upon his shoulders. I can hear David lapping up her juices. She slides forward, pushing against his mouth. Her ass is off the counter; David’s lips and her arms are the only things holding her up. Her eyes are focused on him eating her out. His hands spread her legs wide. He is licking her twat, thrusting her tongue into her delicious slit as he uses his fingers to hold her panties to one side. He slips a finger inside of her. Kelli screams with delight. I witness him pumping into her, likely with his middle finger so the knuckle of his index finger with bang against her clit. He is kiss her lips, biting and pulling on the lips that I was just kissing this past weekend. She is embracing him, riding his hand hard.
He lifts her off the counter. She throws her head back as she orgasims for a second time.
Gently, he lowers her until her feet touch the ground. They kiss some more and I realize I’m a faint memory. I wonder if Kelli just used me or was just helping me to no longer be a virgin.
I hear a zipper descend. I peer through the screen and see Kelli on her knees. David’s pants have slipped down to his ankles. He is holding Kelli by the head and guiding her as she sucks his dick. She is moaning with his member in her mouth. I can faintly see it pressing against the inside of her cheek as she delivers pleasure every way she knows how.
His cock is fat and slightly longer than mine. He pulls it from her mouth and holds her head back.
“You want to suck my cock?” he asks her, smacking the stiff prick against her lips.
“Yes,” she softly says, flicking her tongue at it.
“Let me hear you, cock-whore. Say it.”
“I want to suck your fucking cock!” she proudly says after being slapped in the face a little more.
Kelli opens her hungry mouth, taking David’s erect prick into her mouth. Clutching the sides of her head, amasya escort David shoves his cock as far into her mouth as it can go. I hear Kelli gagging from the porch steps. I’ve seen too much but still feel like it’s all a bad dream. The roses are scattered all over the porch steps; I nearly slip on them but I don’t care. I turn back and look over my shoulder. David pulls his cock out of Keli’s mouth; thick strings of cum link the two. Her soft hands stroke his shaft. The cum coats her fingers. She shoves them into her mouth, sucking deeply. I see her lick her lips before diving back for more.
Humbly, I walk back to my car and sit in the driver’s seat. The keys are in the ignition but I’m unable to start the car. From this far away, I can still see them fucking like animals on the kitchen floor. David is on his back; his stiff cock pointing skyward. Kelli is hovering over him, knees bent, her fingers spreading her pussy as she accepts his cock into her. I see her face contort in pain and pleasure as she sinks lower, taking everything he has to give.
I see beyond them and remember how it was only a few days ago that Kelli and I were making love. She taught me things but never presented herself as the whore she is showing herself to be.
David cups her tits. She throws her head back and rolls her hips. She leans back far enough to rest her arms on the floor and bangs her hips upon his. Her ass is slap his thighs. I grip the steering wheel tightly. I try to imagine it is me on the floor that Kelli is riding. I want it to be so badly. I shut my eyes and remember how she feels. I touch myself through my pants but I can’t stay focused; I know it’s not real.
I open my eyes. The kitchen light is turned off now. Did any of that really happen? Then, by the light of the street, I see their bodies. Kelli has her tits pressed against the screen. Anyone walking by would be able to hear them; anyone looking would only faintly see them. I know what they look like and can see ever maddening detail. Her nipples pressed into the mesh of the screen; the grid is forming on her flesh. She hands are against the edges of the door, supporting her from falling through. Her round hips and shapely ass thrust backwards, creating a dangerous curve from her back to hips. Her legs are spread about the width of the doorway. David has his hands on her hips and is thrusting violently into it. She is gasping with every thrust, begging for more.
I hate her. I hate him. But I still love her. Why?
Kelli lowers herself down the door; her face is kissing the screen. Her red hair bounds seductively as she slams against David’s body. David, a preppy looking, jock wanna-be that would have never made it in the Marines. I choke the steering wheel, watching as the two bang in the doorway. I can see her smooth, round, perfectly tight little ass cheeks bounce and jiggle with every successive slam. Is she wiggling her hips? Oh, how good that must feel?
I see his hand on her lower back, steadying himself as he thrusts in harder and harder. The sweat is dripping from their bodies. The floor is glistening in the faint light. The entryway smells of sex and burnt steak.
Then, David forces Kelli to nearly put her face against the floor. She is grabbing her ankles. His hands are on her hips, pounding into her like a frenzied jackhammer. He slams harder and harder, almost pushing her through the screen.
I see his body tense. For a moment, I hope he’s had a heart attack and is dead. But he stiffs for another reason.
Kelli moans, then gasps as a jet of cum splashes through the screen. She spins around and is on her knees, jerking his crank like a pro, milking thick globs of cum from his pulsating member, dripping the warm, sticky cum upon her perfectly round tits and face. Her make-up is running and still she sucks every last drop from his dick. I see her hand scoop up what landed on her breasts. She licks her palm clean. David offers her his hand to help her up; what a gentleman? She stands. Her legs are long and lean. Her ass is tight and gorgeous. She reaches into the dark and I see the door drawing closed. It stops. Kelli leans into view; I think she has seen me or at least the roses scattered around her porch. She gets closer to the screen. Her tongue comes up to lap the jizz stuck to the metal surface before she closes the door the rest of the way.
I don’t remember driving home; I just remember waking up the next morning with an absolute feeling of emptiness. The desire for revenge pulses through my veins. I think I’ll be able to find a replacement right away; after all, as I was dating Kelli, all kinds of ladies finally discovered me. Maybe I’ll try my luck with one of them.
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