1. Wild Riding to Dublin


    Date: 7/26/2016, Categories: True Story, Author: classicgal, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    wasn’t wearing a bra! Whistles of approval filled the back of the truck as my top was stripped bare. Strangely, their response empowered me. Determined to take charge of my own destiny, I stood up and removed my dripping skirt myself. One of the younger soldiers took it from me saying he would put it and my sweater in front of a small heater they had at the bulkhead, but the majority of them simply applauded or whistled. I knew, despite my soaking hair hanging around me, that my appearance wasn’t too short of any virile man’s wet dream, standing there in matching black high heels, stockings and thong with large firm breasts and upward pointing nipples that were erect and quivering either from the chill or the excitement. The corporal stood up and moved in front of me. “We’ve been lying in ditches for the past twenty-four hours, Miss,” he said, his voice quavering, “this is the last thing any of us were ever expecting to see!” He reached his trembling right hand out and cupped my naked left breast. “I’ve just got to touch you to make sure you’re real!” You’ll be interested to know, James, that I didn’t recoil, didn’t push him away. In fact, I felt the urge to demonstrate that I was actually in some sort of perverse control; so, with the stripper’s rhythm that I know used to turn you on so much, I lifted my hands above my head and pirouetted in the dim light. Now hands were sliding all over my torso as others followed the corporal’s lead to check my reality while I revolved ...
    in front of them. As they surrounded me their closeness hampered my movement. I gently pushed free and leaned back against the tarpaulin, my arms stretched out in crucifixion pose and my long legs apart. They converged on me. There were even some on their knees stroking the length my stockinged legs from my high heels up to my groin. Others jockeyed for position around my breasts. Yes, James, you’ve guessed it: all the attention and groping were making me horny, and when the corporal began to kiss me on the mouth I didn’t hold back. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his naked cock, which I willingly started to wank. Events began to escalate as I felt my thong pulled aside and my legs pushed wider apart as an unseen mouth began to lick me. That’s right, James, you know how I love that – though you didn’t do it too often. Within moments I could feel a climax building while still wanking the corporal’s cock furiously. I struggled to remain upright as the corporal started to pull me to the floor. He wanted into my cunt, but I was too close to an explosive orgasm that I couldn’t abandon. Multi-tasking, I clamped my unseen vaginal benefactor tight against my cunt with one hand while maintaining the wanking rhythm on the corporal’s cock with the other. In slow motion, we tumbled, in a mess of bodies to the floor. The corporal could now see that I was being eaten out and that I was revelling in it. “Suck me, you dirty cunt,” he hissed, “Suck me empty!” forcing my head down with his ...
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