Chapter 2
The weekend of Daddy's trip came and passed and I was ever on the lookout for another shot at Spike. But the dear boy only avoided me and I began to feel guilty, fearing I had not pleased him enough to make me worthwhile for another trip between the sheets.
After nearly a month of wonder and worry, Pvt. Frank Dickson came into my life and dissipated my fears. Frank was only eighteen, but taller and more muscular than Spike. A shock of orange hair made him look even younger than he was, but his deep-set eyes gave him a maturity that attracted me to him at once. One day, after classes at the nearby school, I stopped to watch a baseball game two platoons had booked on the post field. Frank had stripped his fatigue shirt and I watched him stroke the bat before coming up to the plate. There was something very sexy about the way he even played a game. Practically no one was watching the game, except me, and I had my eyes glued to this hunk of G.I. When he swung and I heard the crack of the bat I shrieked with excitement. He almost missed the bag to see who cheered so. He had -lined a single in to center and stood on first base watching me. A smile crossed his face and I blushed a dozen shades of red.
"Be glad to give you some lessons after the game," he shouted.
Some of the guys catcalled and then were hushed because I was you-knoxxho's daughter. But Frank's was the best offer I'd had in a month and so I stuck around to watch the last three innings. Some of the players whispered to the redheaded object of my very intense interest and he looked at me queerly. I wondered if the fact that my father was his CO. would put a monkey wrench into the works.
"Are you Colonel Bonno's kid," he asked wiping the sweat from his arms.
"Uh, huh. But don't let that scare you," I hoped aloud.
"Hmmmm. How old?"
"Me or my pop?"
A smile crossed his face. "I guess you're old enough."
I slung my books behind me, pulling on my sweater to better outline my adolescent size breasts.
"Very promising," he said with a twinkling brow.
"So how about the lesson," I wondered, scraping the cyclone fence backstop.
"First thing you need is a good grip on the, uh, bat."
I felt his moist arms encircle my shoulders and he thrust the bat into my hands. I crouched into a stance and caught him off guard as my butt poked into his crotch.
"You learn quick," he said under his breath.
"I like indoor sports, too." I smiled.
"I'll bet you do. Want to chose up a little game," he asked rippling his biceps against my shoulder.
Captain Paulson has just been transferred to Okinawa but I still had the key to his house thanks to his daughter, a nearly bosom buddy. Frank and I chose up our game that Sunday morning when the sleepy post was going about its routine day of leisure business.
"Let's see the body," Frank said as we walked into the nearly bare bedroom.
I was ready to rip everything off and jump into the bed, but the private wouldn't have any of it. My first lessons in how to make a man really happy began that morning.
"Slow down," he ordered, taking my hand from my zipper. "One thing at a time. Dig yourself. Dig your body."
I got the idea immediately and didn't do anything for the next few moments except stare into Dickson's blue-gray eyes and relax my body. I began to feel my womanhood all over me, tingling in my breasts and running a race around my mid-section. I slowly raised my blouse, and scratched my bare stomach. Frank's eyes took on a new life and I pinched my downy skin which gave me as much pleasure as it was obviously giving him.
I pulled the sweater over my head and pulled the beret from my hair. It fell over my face and suddenly my own hair felt like millions of tiny caressing fingers on my cheeks. I squeezed my breasts enclosed in my well-scented bra and felt them swell with passion. Frank just grinned from the bed, but I could see his lap filling up behind his fly and I felt the incredible power of a temptress. Here was an appreciative audience who dug me the way I was digging myself.
I undid the clasp behind me puffing out my jaunty-pointed young mounds of flesh and slipped one arm strap off, so the pink-nippled cone peeked from behind the cup of the bra. Frank's tongue peeked from his lips in mimicry of my right boob. I stuck my tongue out and pouted which only made him laugh.
"Fire two," he giggled and I slipped the second strap off to reveal my left torpedo tit. I circled the brownish aureole around my nipples and they lit up with pinpricks of sensation.
"Come here." My audience of one whispered. I took the two steps to the side of the bed and Frank's calloused fingers dialed my aureoles until my nipples shot out like bullets. He leaned forward and took each one in his mouth sucking on them until I thought they would come off between his teeth. He pushed against them with his tongue and I felt a tinge of pain, but they pushed right back like a miniature prick in his mouth. My pussy began to sting with desire. I started to unzip my skirt.
"Not yet," he mumbled into my breast.
I stopped and waited while he continued to gnaw on my raw nipple. His gnashing teeth were beginning to become annoying and the welling ache between my thighs only got me more irritated.
"You come here to chew the fat or are you going to get down to business," I said stupidly.
Crack came his hand across my face and I was on the floor.
"You just may find out how a wise-ass piece of twat likes the taste of her own blood," Frank snapped.
That was the first time I was ever hit by a man and as I looked up to see Frank's face purple with rage I knew it would be the last time I would engender such wrath. My cheek puffed out with his blow and I began to weep.
"The-colonel's daughter thinks she's such a hot piece of pussy," Frank snarled. "Let's see the box. So goddamn eager to get it stuffed. Let's see it now!"
I knew better than to object so I ripped my skirt off while still on the floor. Suddenly Frank was on his knee and he pulled my panties off without any ceremony. In the next instant I saw stars as he thrust his rawbone thumb into my tense slot. "Ouch!"
"Louder," he yelled and rammed his finger even deeper.
I shut up. He dug his thumbnail into my flesh and I bit my lip with pain. His eyes were two flints. I was scared beyond words which was fine at that moment. One word from me and I'd feel his meat hand across my face again. His sadistic thumb was working another effect, however, my anger was being transformed into an insane lust for brutish Frank Dickson. He reamed me into a hot jelly lather and I found my pussy writhing on his twisting thumb with its own will.
"What have we here?" Frank asked with obvious enjoyment. "Why the colonel's daughter wants to fuck."
I hated the bastard but I would have screamed if he had stopped.
He undid his khaki fatigues slowly. My heart leaped as his sprigs of red wiry hair peeked from behind his fully packed shorts. My vagina quivered and craved the thickness that squirmed between his legs.
He snapped his shorts off and his lengthy red-knobbed prick sallied forth. I grabbed for the big headed monster but Frank twisted away.
"Not yet," he said hoarsely.
He jiggled his taut ball nest that sprouted red-gold hairs. I felt his fingers press my cherry nipple until I gasped with stimulation. Then he shifted his body so the massive rod tickled my nose.
"Warm the old boy up," he insisted.
I was hotter than a smoking pistol and he wanted to be warmed up. The sweaty smell of his joint filtered through my nostrils and I took my first taste of a man's penis. I tasted heat more than anything else, the warmth of rushing red blood that filled and swelled Frank's awesome equipment. My mouth burned with his thickness and I caressed his sultry skin with my lips. I tongued the rough-soft surface with my saliva cooling and stimulating Frank into even greater swelling. I couldn't believe my powers, nor his for that matter. He thrust his pelvis forward and the tight-fisted knob thumped against the back of my throat. I washed the undersurface of his piece and my tongue tingled with pleasure. His heavy breathing told me all was well with Frank. Gurgling sounds like a little baby's were emitted from his throat as I felt his rod pulse between my teeth.
He withdrew suddenly, scraping his foreskin on my teeth.
"Batter up," he laughed, holding his rigid rod like a hunk of lumber.
My pussy had been secreting juices madly and I was primed and ready. He took my hand and we lay down on the bed. In the next moment he was on top of me and I felt his prick charge into my slick pod.
"Strike one," he called as his peter thrust into me.
He lunged again. "Strike two."
Frank thrust a third time and I felt his thickness slam all the way to my womb. "You're out. Now we get to ball."
For the next fifteen minutes Frank Dickson unleashed a repertoire of twisting, thrusting, corkscrewing fucking that made my senses reel and my pussy cry out for more, more, more.
"What's for dessert," I said finally when he slithered out of me, dragging his soggy peter across my thigh.
"The colonel's daughter must be out of her hot box head," he gasped in surprise.
But my sizzling sex was still flexing away inside of me. As good a stud as Frank was he only unleashed a fraction of my desire. His face reddened when he saw that I wasn't fully satisfied and I looked away, hoping he wouldn't see. I sensed his embarrassment.
"I thought you came," he mumbled.
"I did, I did, and it was glorious," I assured him.
"You want more, you'll get more," he muttered.
There was danger in his tone but my pussy pounded) with anticipation, and I patted his semi-soft scrod. I tickled the hanging flesh of his scrotum and saw tiny goose bumps break out as the sac became taut. His amazing apparatus began to thicken and I could almost feel the blood pumping through his swelling veins.
When his rod rose to what I thought was full length I snuggled up to it and kissed the dark red knob and felt it flex against my lips. Suddenly Frank's hand was around my waist and I was flung unceremoniously onto my stomach. He jammed a pillow under my middle and grabbed my hips pulling my rump up. In a flash I felt his immense thickness pressing between my thighs from behind and my pussy was unexpectedly crammed from this new position. I wondered if it was to humiliate me for expecting a better performance from him. But nothing mattered now except to feel his lusty long rod searing through my vagina. He slammed in recklessly, as though punishing me. How sweet the pain. His rigid pecker frictioned against my swollen flesh and I was in an agony of ecstasy. I never wanted the moment to end, his tool sawing at my stimulated pussy until hell froze over.
I pushed backwards and felt his hands tighten around my hips. He was pushing and pulling me against his peter even faster than I could. And once again I felt the glorious splash of his semen washing into me. The hot bath opened a new jet for me and I came violently myself. My whole body tingled and was finally satisfied. I lay on the bed unmoving and felt some of our mingled liquid ooze out of my slot and drip tantalizingly down my thigh. I languished with the tickling agony and basked in my own womanhood. When I turned around, Frank Dickson had gone A.W.O.L. I had no idea how long I had lain, experiencing the fantastic sexual feeling of my stomach.
I suppose he thought I was a pretty nutty young chick. Perhaps I was. In any case, he split and I lay on the sticky mattress for another hour before I decided to vacate the premises and dream up an alibi for daddy.