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Subject: {ASSM} A Weekend Pass (MF MF oral anal) {Varangian}
Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 09:10:02 -0500
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A Weekend Pass

a Short Story by Varangian
Copyright (C) 2000, Varangian




A weekend pass is not worth a hell of a lot when a guy has just 
thirty dollars in his pocket, Tim grumbled to himself, although 
it's better than no pass at all.  He'd only be able to hang out 
in La Estrada, wander the mall, take in a couple of movies, eat 
chili and hope to score with one of the local girls.  

Fat chance that last possibility!  He had not scored once in the 
year he'd been stationed at Fort Butte.

The sky dimmed slowly with the setting of the sun, and soon it 
would be dark with a snap.  The ocotillo trees were already 
silhouettes.  The asphalt road was still warm from the day, but 
the desert air was already becoming chill.

Tim was confident that a car would soon pass through the main 
gate of the base, that it would stop and give him a ride to town.  
Any driver would know that he was a soldier, even though he was 
clad in civilian clothes.  Only a soldier would be standing in 
that place beside the road.  At last, he sighed, when he saw a 
Taurus sedan at the gate.  He was impatient, although he had been 
waiting only fifteen minutes.

It stopped beside him and Tim opened the car door in response to 
the obvious invitation.  The interior light came on with the open 
door, and he saw that the driver was a woman, perhaps in her late 
thirties, a slender woman with a pleasant face.

"Need a ride to La Estrada?" she asked cheerfully, as though 
there were somewhere else to go.

"Yes, thank you, ma'am," Tim replied.

"Are you really a soldier?" the woman asked with a smile in her 
voice as the car moved back onto the road.  "You look so young."

"I'll be twenty next month, ma'am, and my hitch is up in the 
month after that."

"Are you going to re-up?"

"No ma'am!  I've had enough with the army.  I want to go to 
college."

"That's nice," she said absently and lapsed into silence for a 
couple more minutes.

"Do you have a girl in La Estrada?" she asked.

"I wish I did.  I guess I'll just hang out there for the weekend, 
although I'll have to sleep back at the Fort."

"So!"  She chuckled.  "You have a weekend pass but you're broke."

"Yes, ma'am," Tim responded sheepishly.

"When my husband and I were younger, we often found ourselves in 
such a situation.  He'd get a pass and just loaf around."

"He's in the army?" Tim inquired.

"Yes.  He's a warrant officer, an electronics engineer.  He's in 
Germany now."

"I was there for a few months," Tim said brightly, "at 
Regenstein."

"He's always traveling, all over the world fixing stuff," she 
continued as if she had not heard his words, apparently wanting 
to talk about something other than Germany.  "He's home only a 
few times a year."

"That must be difficult for you," Tim remarked guilelessly.

"I do miss him," she responded with a brief touch to Tim's knee.

Tim, who always hoped for the best, moved his left knee just a 
little closer to her, but she did not seek to touch him again.

"What do you do at the post?" she asked casually.  "Somehow you 
don't strike me as an infantryman."

"No."  He smiled.  "I'm in supply.  I'm a spec-two at the 
division warehouse."

"Really!" she exclaimed, suddenly interested.  "What's your job 
there?"

"I keep track of stuff," he replied laconically.

"What kind of stuff?"

"Everything from bolts to howitzers."

"I suppose some things do go astray despite your efforts, don't 
they?"

"Yes, ma'am, but we try to keep the losses to a minimum."

They rode on in renewed silence.  The lights of La Estrada 
shimmered on the horizon.

"Are you hungry?" the woman asked abruptly.  "I'm really in the 
mood for a bowl of chili.  I'll buy, if you're interested."

"Well sure," Tim replied easily, thinking he might have a chance 
to score with a lonely woman.  He was not concerned about her 
age.

"Have you ever been to La Posada?  The chili there burns all the 
way to your stomach."

"No, ma'am.  It's too expensive."

"Perhaps you're right," she said quickly.  "You chose a place."

The young man was clad in jeans and a windbreaker and would have 
been very much out of place at La Posada, especially with her, 
who was so much older than he and better dressed.

"I usually go to the food court at the mall," he responded.

"Splendid.  That's where we'll get our chili."


* * *


Once inside the brightly lit mall they were able to look at each 
other clearly for the first time, not that they stared.  He was a 
boy as tall as she, 5'10", with brown hair and eyes and a rather 
good looking, youthful face.  In his furtive glances at the woman 
Tim noticed that her pale face was unlined except when she 
smiled, which was often.  She had raven black hair cut Dutch boy 
style and piercing blue eyes.  Her skirt and jacket allowed him 
to judge only her calves which were well shaped if just a tad 
thick. Generous breasts pushed at her jacket, but she was by no 
means top heavy.  She might have weighed nearly as much as he, 
but he was rather slender.  She was a lovely woman, he thought.  
He could imagine fucking her, although he had never before gone 
to bed with someone as old as she.

"If we are going to eat together, we should at least know each 
other's name," she announced cheerfully as they stood in line at 
a chili stand.  "My name is Sandra Lee, what's yours?"

"Tim, Tim O'Connell."

They found an empty table and sat with their food.

"And where do you call home, Tim?"

"Bear Lake, in Michigan."

"Oh?  Where is that?"

"Near Lake Michigan, south of Traverse City."

"Do you have a girl waiting for you there?"

"I had a girl, but when I joined up she said we were through."

"That's too bad, Tim.  But the world is half full of females, and 
I'm certain there are a lot who would be delighted to know a good 
looking guy like you."

Tim smiled at her.  "Yes, I know," he responded.  "But there 
aren't too many of them out here in the desert."

Sandra studied him for a moment in silence, her head cocked a 
bit.  "This chili is really not very good, Tim.  It's not nearly 
as hot and tasty as the stuff they sell in Padilla.  Have you 
ever been there?"  She looked at him with a curious expression on 
her pleasant face..

"No," he replied, suddenly aware of a real possibility with this 
woman.  "I hear it's very wild down there."  He knew that Padilla 
was notorious for its two square blocks of whorehouses.

"Perhaps," she responded, "but I enjoy it.  I find it, ah, 
colorful.  There's a lot more to it than the red light district."

"It certainly must be different than La Estrada."  He grinned 
into Sandra's face.

"Oh, it's worlds different from this boring place.  I was on my 
way there, when I picked you up.  I plan to spend the weekend in 
Padilla."

Tim could think of no response.  He just smiled pleasantly at 
her.

"Would you like to come with me?" she asked coyly.  "I have a 
friend there who would put us up."

Bingo! he thought.  This sexy woman wanted more than a traveling 
companion.  "That a very intriguing suggestion, Sandra, but, as 
you know, I'm almost broke, and I don't even have a tooth brush 
with me."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Tim," she said sweetly and placed 
her hand over his.  "I have enough money for the both of us, and 
you know that Padilla is open all night.  We can purchase 
whatever you need, when we get there."

Better and better!  Tim chortled inwardly, his face revealing, 
however, just an agreeable smile.

"I'd love to go with you, Sandra, but I'm due back Sunday 
evening."

"I'll have you back in time, Tim.  I'm an army wife, you know.  
Let's leave now.  We could get there between nine and nine 
thirty."

She looked intently at him with an eager expression on her pale 
face.

Tim rose to his feet.  "OK, let's go," he said cheerfully.

Although he would have liked to give her a quick fuck in a remote 
corner of the mall's parking lot, he dared not suggest it.  She 
seemed to be a woman who preferred doing things in a proper 
manner.


* * *


There was no moon, and clouds obscured the stars.  The blackness 
beyond the speeding car's headlights was impenetrable.  Aside 
from occasional, innocuous comments, they rode in silence.  Tim's 
thoughts whirled with the possibilities of a truly grand fuck.  
He hadn't been laid in over a year, because he refused to go with 
whores.

Sandra did not encourage him to sit close to her, nor did she 
touch him further.  She gave no sign of what they obviously 
intended to do, except for the quirky smile he occasionally 
caught on her lips.

After two hours a glimmer appeared on the horizon ahead of them.

"We're almost there," Sandra announced, pushing at the young man, 
who had fallen asleep.

Tim sat up straight, just for an instant unsure of where he was.  
Yes, Sandra and the wild settlement of Padilla, where people 
checked their scruples and morality at the town's limits, each 
equally alluring, he thought.

They drove slowly into to town, down the main street ablaze with 
neon signs affixed to shabby buildings.  The place was alive.  A 
man staggered in the middle of the street holding a bottle while 
trying to embrace three women.  Latin music blared from numerous 
cantinas.  The staccato sounds of trumpets were particularly 
exotic, Tim thought, as well as the peculiar aroma of the place.  
People were everywhere.

"The red light district is down that side street, Tim, although 
you certainly won't need to visit it."

Tim had thought he was already in the center of that district.  
But he understood her sly, promising remark.  After three or four 
blocks the street became dark.

"We're almost there," Sandra said in a low voice, turning 
abruptly into a side street, at the end of which was a brightly 
lit structure.  A sign on the roof spelled out "Mendoza" in light 
bulbs.

"This is my friend's hotel, Tim," Sandra announced cheerfully as 
she parked the car in front of an awning that led to a grand 
entrance.  "He always has vacancies, because his whores are quite 
special and very expensive."

A young man in a bellman's uniform appeared from nowhere to open 
Sandra's door.  She spoke to him in Spanish, gave him some money 
and walked around the car.

"Come on, Timmy," she called.  "The boy will take care of my 
luggage and the car."

Tim climbed from the vehicle and hurried to catch up with the 
woman, who walked quickly toward the entrance.  A large, heavy, 
mustachioed man appeared in the doorway with his arms outspread.

"Sandra!  You're late.  We've been worried about you."

"Raul!  Has it been almost two months?"

They embraced with great familiarity, and after they relaxed 
Sandra turned to Tim.

"Tim, I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Raul Mendoza 
Colon.  Raul, this is Tim O'Connell, the reason I'm late.  I had 
to collect him."

The two men shook hands and smiled genuinely.

"Ah, Sandra," Mendoza leered.  "You do like them young and 
pretty."

"Pay no attention, Timmy," Sandra giggled in false innocence.  
"Raul has a dirty mind."

Mendoza winked. "I didn't expect your guest, Sandra, so I'll have 
to arrange for connecting rooms."  He added grandly, "I want you 
to remember warmly your holiday at my hotel, dear friends.  Come, 
have some drinks while my people prepare your rooms."

They followed Mendoza into a small, dimly lit barroom.

"Raul," Sandra said sweetly as she accepted a drink.  "Tim has 
come away without any clothes."

"No clothes?" the man grinned broadly.  "Where did you find him?  
At the side of the road?"

"As a matter of fact," Sandra admitted, beginning to smile.

Mendoza's eyes widened in pretended amazement.  "What? No formal 
introduction?"  He laughed slightly and winked at Tim.  "She once 
refused to kiss me for months because no one had formally 
introduced us."

Sandra broke into such uncontrollable laughter that she spilled 
her drink.  Tim could not resist joining her, and Mendoza, 
understanding the truth of the matter also bellowed forth loud 
guffaws.  They calmed themselves with difficulty.  Mendoza then 
stood in front of Tim and examined him seriously up and down.

"I used to be a tailor," he explained.  "I'll have some clothes 
for the boy by the time you finish supper."  He turned to rattle 
in Spanish to an assistant.


* * *


"Do you think I'm attractive, Tim?" Sandra asked with a coy smile 
after the bellman had deposited her luggage and left them alone 
in the large, elegant room.  "I'm older than you, of course, but 
does age in a woman repel you?"

"There's nothing about you that could repel me, Sandra," he said 
quietly and stepped close to her.  He placed both palms on her 
pale cheeks then ran them up across her temples to clasp her 
raven head gently.  "I wanted you to stop in the middle of the 
desert.  I was so impatient," he whispered against her lips.

"I thought of that too, but it's so much nicer here, don't you 
think?"

"Yes, but only because we're here now."

They kissed lightly then passionately.  He fondled a large breast 
as he stuck his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers.  She groped 
him between the legs.

"Oh my, Timmy!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not fully hard yet, Sandra."


* * *


She was all softness, he realized almost in a delirium, her arms, 
her belly, her thighs: not fat, just soft.  He buried his face 
between her large breasts and shuddered in anticipation, as 
Sandra cooed to him and petted his head.

"Are you eager to come, Timmy?  Do you want to get the first one 
behind you so you can relax and we can play?"

Tim did not respond, although he knew he would indeed pop too 
soon if they began to fuck then.  He allowed her to roll him onto 
his back.

"Relax, darling," she breathed on his lips, touching them with 
her own, her hand enfolding his throbbing cock.  "You're so 
large," she murmured admiringly.

She moved her head quickly to his groin, flicked her tongue at 
the moist glans and engulfed three inches of his cock.  Tim 
squealed slightly.  It was not his first blow job, but the feel 
of her mouth on his cock was so incredibly welcome.  He could not 
define what magic she was doing to him down there.  He grasped 
her head as the pleasure became uncontrollable and cried out 
shrill grunts with every ecstatic spurt.  She roamed loving hands 
across his body as the cock wilted in her mouth.  He felt her 
swallow.

"There," she said in a husky voice, sitting up on the bed.  "You 
must feel much more at ease now."

"Thanks," he said with a satisfied grin and pulled her down to 
him for a passionate kiss.

He ran his fingers and a palm across her left breast, so lightly, 
so delicately.  Sandra shuddered at his touch and kissed him 
desperately.  When he fingered her groin, he found it to be 
already soppy wet. He climbed atop her, brushed his lips against 
hers, and then, supported by his elbows, he looked down at her 
smiling face.  She raised her knees, scooted her butt forward and 
guided his cock to her moist opening.

She grinned up at him when he penetrated her all the way.  "Ooo, 
that feels so good!"

He gave his playmate a long stroke and she pushed back with an 
excited smile and bright eyes beaming up at him.  "This is so 
lovely, Timmy," she sighed, running her hands up and down his 
back.

They set up a fucking rhythm, slow and languid at first, but soon 
the canter became a trot and then a gallop.  Sandra pressed her 
upper teeth against her lower lips, still trying to smile up into 
his face, but she quickly became distracted by the physical 
sensation of the fuck.  She began to utter small sounds with each 
gasp, her eyes no longer focused on his, her lips curled 
strangely around her open mouth.  She breathed constant sounds, 
high pitched moans.  She looked for a moment into his eyes with 
an expression of seeming awe on her face, as if she could not 
believe what the young man was doing to her.  She emitted a small 
cry, and then another.  They fucked powerfully for a few minutes.  

Each of her return thrusts told him how she wanted it, and he 
obliged her.  Suddenly she growled and her body stiffened with a 
loud cry.

Relaxing, she cooed at him with a weak smile.  "Oh, Timmy!  Guys 
don't usually bring me off."

He tried to feel as much of her flesh against him as he could 
with crushing her.  He fucked her slowly, relishing the slick, 
warm tightness on his cock.

"It's your turn again, darling," she murmured against his lips.  
"Enjoy me."

She fondled his buttocks.  A finger probing his anus startled 
him, but it set loose an orgasm that approached with a rush.  He 
pounded her twice and then just pressed against her to spew 
forth, Sandra cooing, "Baby, baby," as she caressed his head.

After a moment of silence and playful kisses, Tim got up and went 
into the bathroom where he took a piss.  When he returned to the 
bed, Sandra raised herself on one elbow and stared at him with a 
curious expression on her face.

"What did you do to me, Tim?" she asked in a quivery voice.  
"I've never felt anything so intense before."

"Perhaps you were especially horny tonight."  He smiled at her.

"No.  There was something different about fucking you.  I seemed 
to have let myself go like never before.  How did you make me do 
that?"

"I have no idea, Sandra, although other girls have mentioned it, 
too."

"I think you must have a special scent about you.  Yes!  That 
must be it. A special scent that drives women wild."

"Do you suggest I bathe?"  Tim smirked at the woman.

"No!  I'm serious.  What else could it be?"

"Well, Sandra, I don't know what to say except that I'm pleased 
you enjoyed me."

"I'd like to enjoy you again, Timmy, but I promised to be with 
Raul tonight.  We're going to a coke party.  Do you want to 
come?"

Tim shook his head.  "I don't do drugs, Sandra.  Is it too late 
to get something to eat?"

"Oh, no.  We're having a midnight supper with Raul.  Let's get 
dressed."


* * *


Mendoza was in the small dining room sitting at a table against 
the wall with a young blond girl.  Several other tables were also 
occupied.  He rose to greet the newcomers.

"Well!" he exclaimed.  "Our lovers have returned.  Did you purge 
yourselves of giddiness?"

Sandra immediately sat, smiled and nodded familiarly at the girl.  
"You won't believe what this guy just did to me, Raul.  I though 
I'd come unglued."

"Was it because he's big or because he's just good?" Raul asked 
with a smile directed at Tim.

The blond girl looked at Tim with some interest.

"He's that, of course.  But there was something else I can't 
define, something that shattered even my unconscious inhibitions.  
It's almost spooky.  I think it has to do with pheromones"

Tim was openly blushing.

"Don't let it upset you Tim, the way we talk," Mendoza assured 
the young man, squeezing his knee briefly.  "We've very open 
about such things here, aren't we, Lucy."  He turned to the blond 
girl, who smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Oh, forgive my bad manners!" Mendoza exclaimed and jumped to his 
feet.  "I have failed to introduce you two young people.  Tim 
this Lucy Morgan, the daughter of my attorney in the state 
capital.  She's just arrived with some papers for me.  And Lucy, 
this is Tim O'Connell, a warrior from Fort Butte.  Just what is 
it you do there, Tim?"

Before he could reply a waiter approached with a tray of drinks.  
Mendoza engaged the man in a brief conversation in Spanish.  Tim 
again noticed the girl gazing at him curiously.  He smiled at her 
politely.  She was very blond with a face perhaps too broad to 
qualify as pretty.  She was Tim's age or maybe a year older.

"Now, Tim.  What was it you said you did at the post?"

"I'm a sergeant," Tim replied.  "I work in the division's supply 
warehouse."

"Ooh, a supply sergeant!" Mendoza gushed.  "Is it true about you 
guys, you know, making deals and rearranging the stuff, like in 
the movies?"

"Everything is very monitored, Raul."  Tim grinned.

"And who does the monitoring?" the man persisted.

"Well, I'm one of them."

"You don't say!  Tim, I'd really like to talk to you later, but 
first let's have a toast."

It was a pleasant dinner, even jolly, although Tim found it 
strange that they were still at it long past midnight.  He and 
Lucy exchanged glances from time to time, but they spoke little.  
It was Mendoza and Sandra who did all the talking.  Finally 
Mendoza wiped his mouth and put down his napkin.

"Tim," he said abruptly.  "Sandra and I are going to have a party 
with some other friends.  Would you like to come?"

"No, Raul," Sandra interrupted.  "Tim has already explained to me 
that he would not be interested."

"Yes, of course.  And Lucy isn't either," Raul said with an 
affectionate smile at the girl.  "Well, you two young people can 
keep each other company."

Mendoza and Sandra rose to their feet.

"We'll be going now, he said.  And Tim, I'd really like to speak 
with you tomorrow."


* * *


"Do you prefer older women," Lucy asked with a cock of her head 
as she poured a splash of wine into her glass.  She waved the 
near empty bottle at Tim, but he shook his head no.

"I just met her today," he said nonchalantly.

"My, you work fast."  Lucy smirked at him.

"It was Sandra's idea.  She picked me up hitch-hiking outside the 
base."

"So here you are, a hundred miles away.  But you didn't answer my 
question."

"Which was?"

"Do you prefer older women?"

"No.  She was my first.  Actually, I prefer young blondes." Tim 
leaned toward the girl with his elbows on the table.

"Do you!  Are you often lucky?"

"I suppose you expect the truth."  Tim grinned.

"No, I don't expect it."  She smiled broadly.

"The truth is I'm not as lucky as I'd wish."

"That's easy to believe.  How old are you?  You look awfully 
young."

"I'll be twenty next month.  And you?"

"I just turned twenty.  I'll be a sophomore at Pinon College in 
the autumn.

"I'll start at Western Michigan then.  I'm getting discharged in 
forty five days."

"If you want to go to college, you'd better stay away from Raul," 
Lucy warned.  "He'll get you into trouble."

"I don't plan to work in his whore house."  Tim smirked at the 
girl.

Lucy giggled.  "I can just see you, servicing a waiting line of 
middle aged women.  But I'm serious about Raul, Tim.  The man is 
into everything.  He'll want you to steal from the army."

"No way will I do that, Lucy.  I'll just humor him until I leave 
on Sunday."

"Good luck, but he's very persuasive."

"Yes, of course.  Let's take a walk outside and look at the 
stars."

"Trying to get lucky with a blonde?" she asked cutely and rose to 
her feet.

"You're in control of my luck tonight, Lucy," he said and also 
rose.  She was half a head shorter than he.

"Tim," she said playfully as they walked toward the exit that led 
to the back patio, "I'm neither a virgin nor a prude and I'm 
lodged tonight in a whore house.  How much luck do you really 
need?"

He took hold of her arm and pulled her to a stop.  "There're 
snakes out there."

"They're less dangerous than the one you possess, if Sandra was 
telling the truth."

Tim took her into his arms.  She allowed herself to be kissed, 
although she did not participate much.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.  "We don't know each other very 
well."

"I once did it with a total stranger, Tim," she whispered against 
his lips.  "I know you well enough to be at least affectionate 
while we do it."

"Do you want to, really?"

"Are you trying to talk me out of it, man?  This might explain 
why you aren't lucky as often as you like.  I want to check out 
your pheromones."

"Do you actually believe that shit, Lucy?"

"It's worth a try.  I'm usually up tight when I'm in bed with a 
guy.  Maybe you can do something about what Sandra called 
unconscious inhibitions."

They went up the back stairs hand in hand without hurrying.  They 
had all night.


* * *


They heard childish squeals and giggles coming from inside, when 
they stood in front of Tim's door.  Lucy looked at him with 
raised eyebrows.  Tim shrugged in response and opened the door.  
Two children knelt on the bed, frozen in surprise for a moment 
with the opening of the door.  They were no older than thirteen, 
if that.  Neither had pubic hair, although the boy was well hung 
and the girl had small tits.

"Raul didn't tell us we'd be doing it four way," the boy said 
with some glee.

"What are you doing here?" Tim asked the pretty girl with no 
rancor in his voice.

"My sister doesn't speak English," the boy said with a large 
smile.  He was as lovely as the girl, perhaps her twin.

The overhead light glistened from the moisture on his erect cock.  
They had been fucking.

"Well, perhaps you can tell me," Tim said to the boy.

"Raul sent us.  We're for you tonight," he answered simply.

"That is very thoughtful of him, but I won't need you.  You may 
leave."

"No, wait, Tim," Lucy said with a suppressed gasp and clutched 
his arm.

"Did we interrupt you?" she asked the boy.  "Did you finish?"

"Oh no, lady, we were just starting."

"Then continue with what you were doing.  We'll watch."

Tim darted a questioning glance at the young woman, but she could 
not take her eyes off the two children who positioned themselves 
to resume fucking missionary style.  The girl locked her feet 
across the boy's lower back as he began to pound into her.  Both 
of them were full of squeals.

"Oh, god, Tim.  Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?" she 
gushed.

"Do you want to join them?" he asked sourly.

"I would never touch a child, Tim, however much I might want to," 
she whispered as she rubbed the crotch of her jeans.

The movement and noise on the bed built to a crescendo, the boy 
and girl yelling out together as they climaxed.  Tim thought that 
such coordination was the result of long practice.

Tim and Lucy stood next to the door as the children quickly 
dressed.  Before they rushed out the boy stopped and said, "If 
you change your mind just call on the phone.  My name is Manuel."

Tim closed the door behind them.  "So this is the specialty of 
Raul's whore house!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah," Lucy replied.  "If you want an adult partner, you have to 
special order."

"That turned you on, didn't it: watching children fuck?"

"You're making a moral judgment, Tim.  Didn't you find it at 
least esthetically pleasing?"

He did not respond, because the sight of the two kids had aroused 
him too, although he would never admit it.

"Let's focus on each other," he said, taking her into his arms.

"I want to undress for you," she said, pushing him away.  "Sit on 
the bed and watch."

She was naked within a minute, and Tim could only marvel at her 
beauty.  Her body, which glowed in sheer blondness, was exquisite 
in its proportions.  Her golden pubic bush was tastefully 
trimmed, and the areolas of her modest breasts were pale pink 
surmounted by hard, red nipples.  She knew her beauty off set the 
slight plainness of her face.  She brushed by Tim as she climbed 
onto the bed.

"It's your turn now, lover," she said in a sultry whisper as she 
squirmed provocatively on the bed.

Tim undressed quickly, and when he prepared to pull down his 
underpants, he face away from her.  He then turned slowly to 
display his seven, fat inches, throbbing in erection.

"Oh, yes, Timmy," she squealed.  "That should do it for me."

He sat beside her on the bed and licked her raised knee as he ran 
a hand up and down the leg's inner thigh.

"I want to eat you up, Lucy," he said hoarsely and proceeded to 
kiss down her leg to the pungent, most hair of her groin.

He was good at it, he knew.  He had a year's experience with the 
girl back home who let him do only that until she finally 
relented and permitted him to take her cherry.

Tim lapped on Lucy until she cried out and tightly pressed her 
thighs against his head.  He knew to quit, because her clit had 
become as sensitive as a cock head that had just shot.

"Are you ready?" he asked as he looked down at her face with a 
smirk, her knees raised on either side of his lower body.

"Stop teasing me, Timmy!" she cried half in exasperation, half in 
playfulness.

He eased into her tightness and watched her face light up in 
joyous relief.  They stared at each other as they began to fuck, 
slowly at first.  But she quickly lost her composure and began to 
toss her head and grimace.  A small noise accompanied each of her 
increasingly erratic pants.  The girl was powerfully orgasmic, he 
discovered.  He found it almost amusing.  She scratched at his 
arms and thrust herself on him forcefully, wanting it faster and 
harder.  Her eyes became unfocused and her mouth gaped.  She 
emitted a loud cry and her body shuddered.  Her lips trembled as 
she stared into his face with an unspoken plea.  She screamed 
without inhibition, pushing at his chest, but he would not stop.  
Tim continued his fucking, now for his own pleasure.  He 
appreciated the tightness on his cock as he moved it in and out 
of her.  A familiar tingle announced the approaching climax, and 
he banged her powerfully until it arrived.  Then he fell to his 
elbows and kissed Lucy's slack lips as he grunted in ecstasy.

Tim rolled off the girl and snuggled her to him.  She blinked 
open her eyes, startling him.

"I'm still in one piece, lover," she said hoarsely, "but next 
time I want to be on top."


* * *


"Look at this," Mendoza said when they were alone at the 
breakfast table, the females having gone off to compare notes 
about Tim.  He slipped a piece of paper to the young man.

"It's boring, I know.  You don't really have to read it, because 
I'm sure you're already familiar with it."

Tim looked at the paper and his mouth soon gaped.


Classification:  SECRET
BS10A Spotter, Battlefield, Hand-held Radar
Summary Specifications
 . Binocular device 16X16X4 cm., 1.6 kg.
 . Eyepieces adjustable for separation and focus
 . Radar illuminated objective, pulse freq. 720 KHz
 . 40 GHz pulse, 4 W. avg. intensity
 . Field 20 degrees square at 12 frames per second
 . Resolution 200X200 pel
 . Usable in air under all field conditions
 . Personnel reflectance avg. 40%
 . Armored vehicle reflectance avg. 85%
 . Wet foliage reflectance avg. 10%
 . Range adjustable, maximum effective 400 m.
 . Rechargeable Lithium-ion battery, 4 hr. endurance
 . US Govt. cost $240,000 ea.
 . Status:  FFE (Final Field Evaluation)


"Where did you get this!" Tim demanded.

"The real question is where can I get five or ten of these 
batspots," Mendoza replied with a grin, tapping the paper.  "I 
understand you people will be shipping several crates of them to 
Colombia this month."

"How did you learn that?  It's top secret!"

"I have my sources.  You'd be surprised to know who they are."  
Mendoza twiddled a pencil through his fingers and looked at the 
young man with crafty eyes.  "I could sell each of them for three 
times the government's cost, and it's worth fifty thousand apiece 
to you."

"No!  Never!" Tim insisted vehemently and rose to his feet.

"Manuel said you very much enjoyed the exhibition last night with 
his sister.  Think it over, Tim.  Think it over."


* * *


"He's blackmailing me, Lucy.  It's as simple as that.  If I don't 
go along with him, he'll spread the word that I've been in 
Padilla engaging in kiddie sex."

Tim paced the floor of his room while Lucy sat on the bed 
watching him fret.

"Let's leave, Tim.  We could be back in La Estrada in two hours.  
We'll just ignore Mendoza and this threats."

"There's no other way," she added, when Tim stood mute in the 
middle of the room.

"Well, I suppose it's worth the risk," he grumbled.  "Mendoza 
could hardly accuse me of such a thing without exposing his own 
part in it."

"My stuff is already in the car, Timmy.  Do you have anything to 
pack?"

"No.  I don't want his clothes," he said waving an arm at the 
closet.  "Besides they're too flashy for my taste."

"Do you want to use the bed one last time?" she asked 
suggestively with her body almost touching his.

"Please, Lucy.  I'm too worried, and you wore me out last night."

They left the room, went hand in hand down the back stairs and 
out of the building.  When they approached Lucy's yellow 
Corvette, a voice boomed from behind them.

"You wouldn't be leaving without saying good-bye, would you?  
That's hardly polite."  It was Mendoza, standing forty yards away 
with Sandra at his side.  "We have business to discuss, Timmy.  
You can't avoid it," he added with a sneer on his lips.

"Please listen to him," Sandra pleaded, coming forward and taking 
one of his hands in hers.

"Raul," she said.  "better yet, let me talk to him as we drive 
back to the Fort."

"I'll be ready to leave in just a few minutes, darling," she said 
to Tim.  "You can spend the rest of your pass with me back in La 
Estrada."

Tim looked at Lucy, but the girl just shrugged her shoulders and 
walked away toward the back door of the hotel.

"Go wait in my car, sweetest," Sandra urged him.  "I'll just be a 
minute."

Mendoza followed Lucy back into the hotel.


* * *


It was blistering hot outside the air-conditioned car as they 
drove across the desert at midday.  They had scarcely exchanged a 
word since they left Padilla a half hour previously.

"Tim," Sandra finally said in a very sober voice.  "I want you to 
get ten of those devices and deliver them to Mendoza next week."

"No, I won't!" Tim exploded.  "I intend to tell my CO the entire 
sorry story."

"You will not!"  Sandra hissed.  "Major Henderson is under 
suspicion of being involved with Mendoza."

"What are you talking about!" Tim exclaimed in confusion.

"I'm ordering you to steal those devices and hand them over to 
Mendoza."

"Ordering me?

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Lee of the Adjutant General's Office, 
soldier.  And you're going to help us nail Mendoza."

Tim looked desperately around and could find no place to hide.  
"But, but," he stammered, "what about last night?"

"Yes, that was fun, wasn't it, Timmy?"  She grinned at him.  "And 
there's no reason we can't do it again, discretely, of course.  
But you will cooperate with us.  Mendoza has been stealing us 
blind."

"What about Lucy?" he inquired rather plaintively.

"She's just a kid from the suburbs who is excited by Raul's way 
of life.  She isn't really involved in his schemes, and her 
father will keep her out of trouble.  He has a lot of influence.  
You'd rather be with her, wouldn't you?"

"I'd rather be back in Michigan, ma'am."

"Ma'am?  We're alone, sweetie!  Call me anything but ma'am.  I 
have a place outside La Estrada where we can spend the remainder 
of the weekend.  Then on Monday we'll get down to business."


* * *


Sandra's adobe cottage sat in the middle of a fenced acre of 
parched desert land beyond the city limits of La Estrada.  The 
heat outside the car was like that of a blast furnace, and they 
hurried to enter the house.

"It'll cool off in here rather quickly, Tim," Sandra assured him, 
turning on the air conditioner, "but you might as well strip 
anyway."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded with a smirk.

She made a face at him and went into the bathroom.  Before he 
heard the toilet flush, Tim was naked, his cock at half-mast.  
After a minute Sandra opened the bathroom door and entered the 
living room, her voluptuous body also naked.

"So," she said, "we seem to be in agreement, soldier."

"How may I please you, ma'am?"

"Let's stop this nonsense, Timmy," she chided him and circled his 
waist with her arms.

They kissed as they stood in the middle of the room.

"I want something special, lover, something I haven't felt in 
years.  I don't suppose you have any experience in butt fucking."

"No, no I haven't," he replied, intrigued by the notion.  Sandra 
had a very generous behind.

"Well, I'd rather you not fuck me all the way.  I just want to 
feel you inside me there for a while.  Go get the Vaseline in the 
bathroom.  I'll wait for you on the bed."

Tim found the jar in the medicine cabinet.  He scooped out a glob 
and slickened his cock, bringing it stiff.  Sandra lay on her 
stomach, when he entered the bedroom, his cock wagging back and 
forth as he walked.  Her broad thighs splayed against the bed.  
The hump of her buttocks rose like a dramatic, fleshy hill.  This 
is indeed an ass worth fucking, he thought as he climbed upon the 
bed and pushed the woman's legs apart.

"Be gentle, darling," she implored in a nervous voice.

He lowered his body to hers, between her legs.  He spread her ass 
cheeks with the fingers of one hand while he guided his cock to 
her puckered hole with the other.

"Oh!" she exclaimed and her body jerked, when the head of his 
cock popped into her.

"Slowly," she begged, and she moaned as he penetrated her inch by 
inch.

He was finally all the way in, his belly against her butt, his 
thighs touching hers, his hands around her filled with tit.

"God, you're soft, Sandra."

"Give me a slow stroke," she gasped, and he obliged her, coming 
out almost all the way and pushing back in again.

He felt her finger brush against his cock as she frigged herself.

"Keep stroking me, darling, until I tell you to quit."

"No, no, keep doing it slowly," she gasped after a bit, when he 
gave her a more powerful jab.  But when he continued in the same 
manner, she soon exclaimed, "God!  Timmy!  How can you do this?  
In my ass!  You're going to make me come!"

She cried out in orgasm and her body shuddered.

"Get off now," she urged him after a minute.

Tim obeyed.  He stood next to the bed gazing at the woman who 
raised herself on an elbow and looked back at him.

"Come on," she ordered, rolling onto her back.  "I don't care 
about the shitty cock.  Fuck me silly like you did last night."


* * *


"Major Henderson, sir."

"Oh, yes, O'Connell.  You're back.  Did you enjoy your weekend?"

"It was rather bizarre, sir."

"Bizarre is good, but did you get laid?"

"Yes sir!" Tim replied coming to attention, grinning.

"Splendid, splendid.  It helps to prevent acne, getting laid.  At 
least that's what my dad used to say."

"Sir, would you mind if I kept a loose schedule for the next 
couple of days?  I have a lot of running around to do before my 
discharge."

"Sure, sure, short timer.  We're not very busy just now in any 
case."

That had been so easy, Tim thought, when he left the office and 
went into the cavernous warehouse crammed with aisle after aisle 
of stacked crates along with shelving for smaller items.  He 
dodged a whirring fork lift that zoomed by.  The new batspots 
destined for the Colombian army were piled in crates at a 
shipping area near the rear of the building.  Tim jumped aboard 
an idle fork lift and drove himself there.

He knew that all the warehouse guys were up front for the morning 
coffee break, which usually stretched on for twenty minutes or 
more.  He had plenty of time.  With a crowbar he systematically 
pried open ten crates and withdrew a batspot from each, placing 
it into an empty wooden box retrieved from under a shipping 
platform.  He understood that when the shipment arrived in 
Cartagena it would be plundered of half its contents before it 
reached the Colombian army.  His stolen ten would not be missed.

Sandra was waiting next to her car, when he pressed the button to 
open the rattling overhead door of the warehouse.  He drove the 
fork lift into the hot sun with its burden of a single box.

"Did you have any trouble?" she asked with concern.

He shook his head and grinned.  "It's amazing we have anything 
left in this place."

The two of them lifted the box, heavy mainly because of solid 
military packaging, into the trunk of the Taurus.

"Why are you in civilian clothes?" he asked her, thinking it odd.

"You don't expect me to go to Padilla in uniform, do you?"

"But what about the MPs?"

"What MPs?" she asked in confusion.  "Oh, yes, I understand now.  
You thought we'd go down there with a military escort and just 
arrest Mendoza.  It doesn't work that way, Timmy.  First he has 
to take possession of the goods, and he wouldn't do that with MPs 
standing around."

"So we're going down there alone?" Tim asked with some concern.

"We're military, Tim.  We can't arrest anybody.  We'll have 
civilian back up, when we get there,"

They drove past a guard post of the fenced supply compound, Tim 
smiling at the guard who was a barrack mate and who waved them 
through without the least suspicion.  They were away, free and 
clear.


* * *


They drove the two hours through the desert scarcely exchanging a 
word.  Tim began to worry about the entire operation, to have 
niggling doubts that he could not bring himself to express to 
Sandra.  She seemed to be particularly somber that morning.

The main street of Padilla was virtually empty of people as they 
drove into town.  Perhaps, Tim thought, everyone was sleeping it 
off and preparing for another wild party after the sun set.  
Mendoza's hotel baked in the heat of the day.  Tim began to feel 
a panic grip his belly.  Mendoza waited for them in the shade of 
the awning with Lucy clinging to his beefy arm possessively.

"Did you get them?" the Mexican called as Sandra brought the car 
to a halt and climbed out.

"Didn't I promise you, sweetie?" she replied and pushed Lucy away 
so she could kiss the man.

Tim, realizing at last that he had been deceived like a raw 
virgin, struggled to get behind the wheel of the car, intending 
to drive away with the loot.  Mendoza, however, yanked open the 
driver's door and pulled him out, tossing him onto the dusty 
driveway.

"Why are you so eager to leave, Tim?" he asked with a smirk, 
taking hold of the young man's arm and helping him to his feet.  
"Your reward is waiting for you inside."

Mendoza then shouted some words in Spanish and two guys appeared.  
They lifted the box from the trunk of the car and carried it into 
the building.

"Let's get out of this heat," he then said.  "I've some drinks 
waiting for us."

Sandra walked with Mendoza, her arms awkwardly around his waist.  
They talked animatedly in Spanish.  She giggled at one point.  
Lucy and Tim followed behind, neither of them at all happy with 
the situation, especially Tim, who felt like an absolute fool.

The interior of the hotel was blessedly cool.  A waiter appeared 
from the bar with a tray of drinks which he distributed to the 
four of them.

"Let's toast to the successful end of our venture," Mendoza 
announced with a broad grin, glass held high.  "I already have a 
buyer in Zurich who will pay generously for the goods."

Tim did not join them in the toast, although he drank from 
thirst.

"Here, Timmy," Sandra said sweetly as she came up to him and 
stuffed a roll of money into his shirt pocket.  "It's not as much 
as Raul promised, but it's more than you've ever seen."

Tim glared at her bitterly, but she smiled warmly.

"Let's party!" Mendoza exclaimed, bringing both women to him with 
his arms, each of his hands on a breast.  "Tim, do you want to 
watch me fuck two beautiful women in turn?" he asked with a 
smirk.  "You can have seconds, or would you prefer Manuel and his 
sister?

"Yes!" Sandra agreed loudly.  "Let's all get naked and fuck our 
brains out."

Lucy seemed to like that idea, and she began to undo the buttons 
on her dress with an eager smile.

"Not here, lovely one," Mendoza roared joyfully at her.  "Not in 
public.  Let's go upstairs.  I'll have the children join us too.  
We'll have an orgy to celebrate our victory."

Tim fumed, but he could not imagine how to leave.

"Raul, darling," Sandra shouted gleefully in the spirit of the 
moment.  "You should pick up one of those devices and give it a 
big kiss."

"Yes, sweetheart.  I'll even lick it," he said, leaning down to 
retrieve one from the box at his feet.

"Senor Mendoza!" a stern voice called abruptly from the front 
entrance.

Tim looked up and saw a civilian standing just inside the door 
flanked by two heavily armed policemen.  Two other men in 
civilian clothes brandished assault rifles and pushed past them 
into the hotel's lobby.  Other armed men rushed in from the back 
entrance.

"You're under arrest," the stranger announced and two men took 
hold of Mendoza's arms.

He did not struggle but just stared at Sandra with is mouth 
agape.

"Good work, Colonel Lee," the stranger said with a grin.  "And 
you too, O'Connell.  "Who is this woman?" he asked suspiciously, 
nodding at Lucy.

"She's with us Mr. Shepard," Sandra said quickly.  "You seem to 
have it all wrapped up."

"Yes, everything except the paper work, and you'll be hearing 
from me about that.


* * *


A blissful Tim lay naked on Sandra's bed as the woman washed his 
cock with a warm, wet towel.

"Can't I be next, Sandra?" Lucy complained in a contrite tone of 
voice.

Sandra's eyes glittered with anticipation at the thing in her 
fingers.  "You can have what's left of him when I'm finished."


END
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