Do Your Duty - part five - Sex Stories

Do Your Duty - part five

... intense. He was rutting now. Like an animal, taking her pussy and using it. She was crying now, real tears, and wanting him to love her. He was, thrusting deep and hard. Fucking her, and adoring her at the same time. It was good. They were so busy they had not noticed Molly. She had returned from a date, and, hearing something in the bedroom, she was now peeking around the edge of the doorway. Ashley was getting fucked, and Molly was starting to cream with lust. The girls had no secrets, usually. But she didn't recognize this guy. No matter. She went quietly over to the corner, where a chair was, and lifted up her skirt. She put her fingers on her thong, pushed it aside, and began tickling her sticky pussy lips. One hand reached up to squeeze her hardening nipples, as fingers rubbed her little clit. She sighed, and began enjoying the show. Jacob was fucking his little lover harder and harder. His need to come was making him work her pussy like she was a tramp, but she loved it. She loved him. She was thinking that she didn't want to lose this one. He was her guy now. Her soldier. She was going to make it so, and she cried out, needed more fucking, more loving. "God, baby, fuck me hard. Please, love me baby, fuck me." ...

... "You're mine, little girl. My pussy, mine. Ah shit, gonna come baby. Take my come. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She eagerly accepted his juices as they spurted into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he released them. He kept humping her with a slower speed, gradually stopping, looking into her eyes, and leaning down to kiss her red lips. Meanwhile, Molly was coming herself, in a massive orgasm. She was a squirter, and her pussy shot out fluids, as she cried out. The two on the bed looked over. Ashley just laughed, so Jacob assumed it was cool. He pulled out his soft cock, and Ashley quickly leaned down to lick it clean. She liked the taste of come, both hers and his. Then she turned to her friend. "Molly, you slut. Get out of here. You're a tramp, girlfriend. Go on." "Okay, okay. Learn to close your bedroom door. Hi there stud. I'm Molly. We can talk later." That was the beginning. The ending was a year later. Private Ashley Lovall and Staff Sergeant Jacob Anderson were joined together as wife and husband. Molly was one of the witnesses. They shared an apartment after that, until deployments separated them. But that's another story. *This series of stories was written for a dear friend. I do so hope that they pleased her.*