Durango24
04-05-2003, 5:28 AM
Kinda short for my usual stories. The first part is kind of interesting for you war fanatics.
He had been a soldier for the United States army for quite some time. However, Gregory Smhuthered did not advance very far. He had been a private for quite some time, yet, for some strange reason, he was instantly sent over to the scorching deserts of Iraq. He knew a war had broken out, because his brother had been sent over but was just recently moved to the border of North and South Korea. Gregs commander, Lex Falkon, had sent him and a small group of troops to a chemical weapons base near the capital of Iraq. Their job was to destroy everyone and everything unless someone was to surrender.
They arrived at the base, and it was hot and humid. However, the sky was dark as if it was about to rain. The troops established a trench and the Iraquis began to fire at them. Most of the few US troops down in the trench were able to fire, but Gregs gun was jammed. A small boulder was in the distance, and as a grenade flew over into his trench, Greg flipped out and landed by the boulder. The explosion injured most of his team to an incapable state where they couldn't fight back. One of the men in the trenches tore the pin off a grenade and chucked it over into the Iraqui trench, literally blowing almost all of them to shreds.
Greg coughed, as he tried to fix his gun. A woman appraoched him from the other side of the boulder and smiled. She was sweaty from the humidity of the desert, her long, black hair going down to her shoulders. She was caucasian, and left most of that fact exposed by her tanktop and silky, black short shorts. She brushed her hair seductively to the side and smiled at him," Having a problem with your gun?" He didn't know where she came from, but nodded shyly. " Yes. The gun won't fire." Greg heard a few faint gunshots coming from both trenches. " I can make any gun fire, baby." She smirked, lightly grabbing his assault rifle and dropping it down next to him. He fell to her seductive skill with no resistance, her fairly large breasts poking his chest. He laughed like an idiot, all his training stored in a distant pocket of his mind, which was now being controlled by his hormones.
She suddenly slammed his arms down into the hot desert sand, slipped out a thick piece of rope and swiftly tied his arms down to a chunk of the rock that extended off the boulder. He kicked at her, realizing she wasnt on his side, but she easy sat on his legs and got them tied down, as well. She stood up over him, and smirked down at him. " It's always so easy. " she said, slipping off her crotch-moistened shorts, revealing her naked pussy. Shaven, slightly wet. Her butt was rather chunky, yet firm and worked. She rubbed herself and moaned, before her shirt slid off her body as well, revealing her tender breasts and hardened nipples.
" Please. What are you doing! Help!" he yelled in a raspy voice, yet all of his comrades, and all the Iraquis, in their trenches, seemed to both be knocked out or dead. She plopped down on his chest and spread her legs inches from his nose. " Mm. Nobody can hear you cry, bitch. " With that, and a muffled cry from Greg, her cunt engulfed his nose. She pushed him in deep and hard, before her smooth thighs clamped his head in place. His tounge flickered at her ass, as he tried to breath.
Her hand whipped down across his head as he looked up at her from between her legs. " How is it down there? Nice and smelly I bet. The heat tends to make me hot and sticky. " She rubbed her cunt across his face before she gripped onto his hair and started to moan, before multiple orgasms erupted, sending hot, sticky cum down his nose, nearly clogging it up. He coughed for air, now being forced to rely on his mouth to breath the hot aroma of her rectum. She seemed to know, and be a professional at killing people like this. Her thighs rested on his cheeks as he coughed, trying to still breath. She positioned herself forward more, and then seemed to relax, feeling his mouth totally covered by her ass, and his nose pressed in the area between her cunt and anus. Her thighs were now spread apart, and she rested in this position, feeling his mouth helplessly gasping for air under her ass. " Isnt this something.. A US soldier getting killed by a sweaty pussy and ass. " Muffled cries weakly sprouted as she took out a magazine and began to read it. His body convulsed, before it finally lay dormant. Just to make sure he was dead, she moved her ass over his mouth fully, and began to piss. Strange enough, he seemed to have been trying to fool her, and gagged, trying to swallow it all. Her cunt made a seal around his mouth, letting every drop choke him. " See you later, baby. " she said with a smirk, feeling his body finally stop convulsing, and her piss was dripping down the side of his mouth.
She checked for a pulse, and found none. The girl got dressed and walked away from his body, heading towards the base, to kill some Iraquis. She seemed to be not an Iraqui, or an American, but an Afghan girl, judging by the veil dropped in the desert on her journey here.
[ A little pic I found on Smother.com to go with the story ]
He had been a soldier for the United States army for quite some time. However, Gregory Smhuthered did not advance very far. He had been a private for quite some time, yet, for some strange reason, he was instantly sent over to the scorching deserts of Iraq. He knew a war had broken out, because his brother had been sent over but was just recently moved to the border of North and South Korea. Gregs commander, Lex Falkon, had sent him and a small group of troops to a chemical weapons base near the capital of Iraq. Their job was to destroy everyone and everything unless someone was to surrender.
They arrived at the base, and it was hot and humid. However, the sky was dark as if it was about to rain. The troops established a trench and the Iraquis began to fire at them. Most of the few US troops down in the trench were able to fire, but Gregs gun was jammed. A small boulder was in the distance, and as a grenade flew over into his trench, Greg flipped out and landed by the boulder. The explosion injured most of his team to an incapable state where they couldn't fight back. One of the men in the trenches tore the pin off a grenade and chucked it over into the Iraqui trench, literally blowing almost all of them to shreds.
Greg coughed, as he tried to fix his gun. A woman appraoched him from the other side of the boulder and smiled. She was sweaty from the humidity of the desert, her long, black hair going down to her shoulders. She was caucasian, and left most of that fact exposed by her tanktop and silky, black short shorts. She brushed her hair seductively to the side and smiled at him," Having a problem with your gun?" He didn't know where she came from, but nodded shyly. " Yes. The gun won't fire." Greg heard a few faint gunshots coming from both trenches. " I can make any gun fire, baby." She smirked, lightly grabbing his assault rifle and dropping it down next to him. He fell to her seductive skill with no resistance, her fairly large breasts poking his chest. He laughed like an idiot, all his training stored in a distant pocket of his mind, which was now being controlled by his hormones.
She suddenly slammed his arms down into the hot desert sand, slipped out a thick piece of rope and swiftly tied his arms down to a chunk of the rock that extended off the boulder. He kicked at her, realizing she wasnt on his side, but she easy sat on his legs and got them tied down, as well. She stood up over him, and smirked down at him. " It's always so easy. " she said, slipping off her crotch-moistened shorts, revealing her naked pussy. Shaven, slightly wet. Her butt was rather chunky, yet firm and worked. She rubbed herself and moaned, before her shirt slid off her body as well, revealing her tender breasts and hardened nipples.
" Please. What are you doing! Help!" he yelled in a raspy voice, yet all of his comrades, and all the Iraquis, in their trenches, seemed to both be knocked out or dead. She plopped down on his chest and spread her legs inches from his nose. " Mm. Nobody can hear you cry, bitch. " With that, and a muffled cry from Greg, her cunt engulfed his nose. She pushed him in deep and hard, before her smooth thighs clamped his head in place. His tounge flickered at her ass, as he tried to breath.
Her hand whipped down across his head as he looked up at her from between her legs. " How is it down there? Nice and smelly I bet. The heat tends to make me hot and sticky. " She rubbed her cunt across his face before she gripped onto his hair and started to moan, before multiple orgasms erupted, sending hot, sticky cum down his nose, nearly clogging it up. He coughed for air, now being forced to rely on his mouth to breath the hot aroma of her rectum. She seemed to know, and be a professional at killing people like this. Her thighs rested on his cheeks as he coughed, trying to still breath. She positioned herself forward more, and then seemed to relax, feeling his mouth totally covered by her ass, and his nose pressed in the area between her cunt and anus. Her thighs were now spread apart, and she rested in this position, feeling his mouth helplessly gasping for air under her ass. " Isnt this something.. A US soldier getting killed by a sweaty pussy and ass. " Muffled cries weakly sprouted as she took out a magazine and began to read it. His body convulsed, before it finally lay dormant. Just to make sure he was dead, she moved her ass over his mouth fully, and began to piss. Strange enough, he seemed to have been trying to fool her, and gagged, trying to swallow it all. Her cunt made a seal around his mouth, letting every drop choke him. " See you later, baby. " she said with a smirk, feeling his body finally stop convulsing, and her piss was dripping down the side of his mouth.
She checked for a pulse, and found none. The girl got dressed and walked away from his body, heading towards the base, to kill some Iraquis. She seemed to be not an Iraqui, or an American, but an Afghan girl, judging by the veil dropped in the desert on her journey here.
[ A little pic I found on Smother.com to go with the story ]