Son, Brother, Soldier Pt. 02

Changing to a first person narrative for the second part. A bit long like the first part. Timelines are blurred and may not be accurate. This is a fantasy, not to be taken seriously. Just a lot of sex and some story around it for context.

Thanks for reading.

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I checked out of the camp very early the next morning. It was still dark when I reached the place where I had encountered the women the previous afternoon. I waited, hidden in the bushes for an hour or more, as the morning light spread across the area. There was no movement anywhere around, except for the birds in the trees, the squirrels and rabbits rustling amongst the bushes.

I approached the camouflaged door as noiselessly as I could, with my rifle drawn. I could hear muffled voices coming from inside. And then a rough, raspy, heavy cough. A male cough! Not a sound a healthy male would make. It was accompanied by a painful groan and a moan. Someone was sick. A male member along with the two females I had seen the day before!

I timed my entry with the next heavy, pained cough. I pushed the door open with my foot and rushed into the room, my rifle moving from left to right, covering the room.

The young girl was right in front of me. She shrieked and jumped back against the wall. The older woman was not too far away. She too shouted and dropped whatever it was she was carrying and the contents spewed across the floor.

My rifle sights came to rest on the floor where a man lay. The lower part of his body was covered in blood. He coughed and rasped and tried to get up. The young girl lunged to a rifle that was propped against the wall next to her.

"Stop! Stop! All of you. Stay still! Don't move!!" I screamed.

I didn't know if they understood what I said, but all three froze. I motioned for the women to gather around the makeshift bed the man was lying on.

"xxx-yyy-zzz?", I asked, naming a rebel organization.

The man tried to answer, but the women looked at each other then at me, and shook their heads. I moved my head, questioningly.

"mmm-aaa-bbb," The young girl answered. And she turned and picked up a placard and showed it to me. A different rebel group, but terrorists to me, regardless.

I pointed at the man.

"Kapitan," The girl answered.

"Captain?"

She nodded. I could not believe my luck. A rebel captain. A mother lode of intelligence! If I captured this man and took him back, it would be a coup in no uncertain terms. We wanted someone like him, searching for these people for a long time. I was sure to be rewarded with a promotion. Perhaps a team of my own to lead. Wow!

But what of these two women? I knew what happened to the helpless and hapless and innocent women caught in the crosshairs of the conflicts. They were casualties of war. Raped and used and thrown away, paying for the sins of their fathers, brothers and husbands. Hell, I had myself participated in these atrocities, many, many times,

But for some reason, I wanted to protect these two. To hell with the man. I can take him back to the camp alone, but I did not want anyone else to know about these women. I wanted them for myself.

The young girl seemed intelligent enough. I felt the eyes of the older woman on me and I looked at her, but I saw no fear in her eyes. Only a plea for help.

I removed my rucksack from my back and put it down on the floor. I moved closer to the man. One of his legs was completely drenched in blood, mangled from the knee down. He wouldn't walk for the rest of his life. He seemed to have lost a lot of blood. He was weak and his breathing was labored and I knew he was in a lot of pain and if left untreated, could also die.

I looked at the girl and pointed at the man. She raised three fingers. Three bullets.

I went to my pack and flipped open a pocket. I showed the women the international sign of the Red Cross. The girl's eyes flashed with want and greed. She nodded.

I took a few things from the bag and approached the man. He screamed in protest. But the young girl and the women screamed at him for a change. He whimpered and quieted down.

I knew a few local words, and using those I communicated with the women. For an hour or so, we tended to the man's wounds with the medical kit I had. I administered painkillers, injected him with sleep inducing drugs, had the women clean the wounds with hot water. I then pulled out the three bullets from the man's leg and cleaned and covered it with clean bandages.

I left behind some clean bandages and ointments and disposable pain killers and injections. I gave instructions to the girl on what needed to be done next, but I was not really sure if she understood. I indicated to them that I would come back the next day. I put my fingers to my lips to tell them to be quiet or the army would come to know where they were. The older woman knew the implications of this and she nodded vigorously.

As I was getting ready to leave, I got the faint aroma of home cooked food. My belly rumbled and I asked if there was food. The two women crouched together against the wall, watching me as I wolfed down the food. It was simple and tasty, nothing like I had eaten in the last six months.

That night, back in my camp bed, I replayed the events of the day. I wasn't going to tell the army about that 'Kapitan'. At least not yet. I wanted to get to know more. Especially the women.

The women! Wow! I had seen them from far away the day before. But today they were close to me, so close that I could smell their scent. The distinct smell of a woman's body, her perspiration, her breath and sounds and mannerisms. Fuck! How long was it since I was close to a woman? Not the whores and the women and girls I fucked in the villages and towns we overran. Six months, seven months, a year? Fuck.

I thought back to my time inside the hut from that morning. The girl, so fresh and young. The older one, quiet but careful, knowing fully well what a man could do to her and to her daughter.

But I burnt a lot of images in my mind. Their beautiful faces, fantastic natural complexion. Thick, black, heavy silken hair. They wore the dress of the mountain people, and it did nothing to hide their curves. The girl had a blouse and sarong kind of skirt, which exposed her miId-riff and her shapely calves and legs. The woman too had changed to a blouse and long skirt and I could see her fleshy hips and waist. I recalled their deep, deep navels, the smoothness of their waist, the valley between their tits, the suppleness of the still developing breasts of the girl, and the fullness and heaviness of the older woman's tits as they strained against her blouse. The way their dress tightened around their bottom. The supple shape of their ankles and calves. Fuck! Simple things like those made my dick grow hard. I jerked off twice in succession that night. I was definitely not going to tell the army about the kapitan. Or the women.

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I went to them again the next day.

I had hunted and killed a fat wild rabbit and gathered some duck eggs. They would make an awesome meal. I handed these to the girl and she and her mother hurriedly went about preparing to cook.

The girl had done good. She had put the painkillers and sleep injections to use. The Kapitan was quiet and asleep as a result of the drugs.

I gave her a packet and she literally ripped it open, and almost swooned when she saw the scented soaps and oils in there.

By this time, I knew I had gained the women's confidence. They realized I was not an immediate threat to them, or else I would have brought the might of the army against them and taken their man away. The way that I helped treat the Kapitan and save him from near death had softened their view of me.

I opened my rucksack and lay it on the floor like a bed. I picked up a few things and proceeded to the area of the hut that served as a bath. They had a fire going under a large metal pot filled with water and the temporary roof made of straw and wood was removed and the bright, warm sunlight poured in. I had not had a real, nice bath in a long, long time and I was looking forward to it. I had oil and soap. I had hot water.

What I did not have was someone to help me with my bath.

I went back to the women. The mother knew what I wanted. She looked up and followed me to the bathroom without a word to the girl.

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I undressed down to my underwear in front of her. She tried to avert her eyes, but could not resist looking at my body. Her eyes widened as she took me in. I don't want to brag, but I was a muscular, fit, athletic, young man, hardened by years of army discipline, food and work. I knew the effect of such bodies on women and girls. Even most of the whores and women we forced ourselves on would acquiesce after a while. This woman was no exception. Perhaps she had not had a man in a long while. It did appear that the Kapitan was much older than her.

She moistened her lips with her tongue and took the bottle of oil I offered her. She dragged a makeshift chair and motioned me to sit on it. She dipped the bottle in the hot water to heat it up a bit. She hiked one edge of her dress and inserted it into her hip. She didn't mind that now almost all her right leg was visible from her toes to her thighs. She didn't mind that I feasted my eyes on her heavy, thick, marbled thighs, her shapely calves and feet.

She started with my head. She massaged and kneaded. I gave in to her ministrations. It felt so, so good.

She proceeded to massage the oil on my body. My back, shoulders, chest. She surely had done this before. Her fingers and hands went over my body with practiced ease, kneading and prodding and pressing at the right places. I moaned with relief and pleasure. I also noticed that her palm lingered over my chest and pecs and abs, feeling the rope like muscles there. Then she started on my legs. I noticed that she was breathing heavily, sweat formed on her face and on her arms and armpits and on her waist. Droplets from her head fell on my body and she wiped them away. Her hands slowed as she reached my thighs. She almost stopped, and I was sure she had seen my hardening dick inside my shorts. Her fingers reached my inner thighs and up to the end of my underwear.

I could not help it. My cock was straining against my shorts. I had never been touched in such a caring and loving manner by any woman other than my amma in my life, ever. But this was a woman I had seen naked. I saw her tits and ass and crotch. I had jerked off to her many, many times, and here I was, alone in a bathroom with her.

Hot sunlight pouring in from above, my body covered in warm slimy oil, a sweaty, almost willing, almost naked woman next to me! I put my thumbs inside my underwear and pulled it down and stepped out of it.

I was completely naked. My erect, throbbing, black, veiny cock sprang upright and stood at an angle from my body. The foreskin had rolled off the tip, and the dark, purplish, shiny, taut head of my cock was in full view.

She gasped at what I had done, but could not look away from my massive dick. Her hand went to her open mouth. But I moved towards her, and took her oily palm and placed it on my dock. She did not resist. Her eyes glowed with desire and lust.

She did not need to be told what to do. She began to stroke my cock, the oil from her hands transferred to my dick and her strokes became smoother and smoother as she jerked me off. Her mouth was open and her breath was coming in heavy, hard gasps and her chest was rising and falling with excitement. I poured some more oil on her hand, and grabbed her wrist gently and pried it from my dick. I moved her hand downward. Her fingers encircled my heavy, swollen balls and she oiled and massaged them. I took her other hand and placed them on my ass cheeks, and she squeezed and prodded and massaged them as well.

After a while I took her hand that was on my ass and directed it down my ass crack. She knew what I wanted. Her oiled fingers searched for my asshole. I raised my leg and placed it on a ledge, making it easy for her. Her fingers found my anus and she massaged my opening for a while. Fuck, I was almost ready to come. It was so exhilarating and delirious. One of her hands massaging and rotating my balls, the fingers of the other hand massaging my anal opening.

Then she gently inserted one of her fingers into my asshole. Fuck. Precum oozed out of my dick. I moaned softly as her finger overcame the resistance of my anal ring and found its way inside me. I held on to her wrist as she proceeded to fuck my asshole with her fingers. She moved her other hand from my testicles to my dick. She fucked and jerked me off at the same time. I was in heaven.

After a while, I pushed her hands away from my body. I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. I did not have to. She was already on her way. Her mouth was open in an 'O' and as she knelt down, she pulled my hard, hot, oily dick into her mouth.

Mother in heaven! She slathered my dick with her spit, her tongue played with the entire length of my cock, and her head bobbed too and fro as she proceeded to give me the most pleasurable and excruciatingly delicious blowjob.

Then I fucked her mouth. She held on to my ass cheeks as I plunged my hardened dick in and out of her mouth. Spit drooled and fell to the floor. My cock was a blur as I pumped it into her face. She was groaning loudly and I heard myself grunt in unison and with every thrust into her mouth.

When I stopped to catch my breath, she moved her mouth from my cock to my balls and she sucked them one at a time, moaning, groaning unintelligible things. I let her suck my loose, heavy, balls.

I held her head steady and moved it still further down. She was an experienced woman, and knew what a man wanted. Her heavy, thick, wet, slimy tongue probed the crack between my buttocks, seeking, searching for my asshole. And all of a sudden she was there. I felt a coolness in my anus and felt her tongue lapping the wrinkled sides. Then she inserted it into my asshole.

Fucking hell! She tongue fucked my asshole. I had one hand for support against the wall, and with the other I parted my ass cheeks, giving her access to my hole as she proceeded to clean it and eat it. She was mumbling and moaning and asking for more, and she lapped like a hungry dog. I wanted this to go on forever. I held her head and rose and fell on her mouth. I could feel my heavy balls banging against her chin, and her nose was buried in my crack.

Then it was time for me to fuck her cunt. For good.

I picked the woman up and placed her on the ledge. My hands were on her firm, marbled, thick ass cheeks. She picked up and bunched up her clothes around her waist. I moved it, my cock erect and angled into her cunt. She placed her hand on my cock and directed it into her womanhood. Her pubic hair pricked and tickled me like a thousand pins. Her cunt walls enclosed and hugged me in a warm, slick, wet, moist, tight embrace. I signed as I reached my limit inside her. She hugged me tight and moaned as my cock reached her womb.

I fucked her in long, slow motions. It was phenomenal. I was groaning and sighing with every thrust, Her hands played all over my back and then on to my chest and abs, feeting the muscles there. Her fingers went down to her crotch and she rubbed her clit for a while, moaning and whispering.

She then put her hands on my cheek and looked at me and said something to me, panting breathlessly. She repeated that many times, and it made me realize she was asking a question. She wanted to know who I was, my name.

"Raja." I gasped. "Raja," I repeated as I patted my chest. It was a common enough name in many languages and she knew what it meant and then she repeated 'Raja, Raja, Raja...."

Then something came over me. I cupped her tits and squeezed them, I bent down and sucked her nipples, almost biting them, causing her to let out yelp. I grabbed both her tits and then I said, "Amma, amma, amma... ahh.. ahh.. ah..."

That too was a common enough term in many languages. She caught her breath and was still for a few moments and stared at me, realizing what I had said. Then it struck her. I was calling her "Amma". She knew what it meant. She was a mother, but not just a mother. She was my mother. I was fucking my mother. She stared at me in silence, as I pulled and pushed my dick from her cunt. I couldn't stop myself. I continued grunting, "amma, amma, amma, " as I fucked her.

Then she hugged me tightly. And she nodded. She kept repeating something, and I distinctly heard her say "Raja,,, amma.. Raja... amma.." And she nodded.

Then we froze.

There was someone else in the bathroom!

The woman and I realized it at the same instance. We became still and looked at the door. The young girl was standing there. Her mouth was agape, eyes wide open, as she stared at us. I didn't know how long she was there.

The mother spoke first. She wailed at her daughter, flailed her hands wildly and turned away. I got it that she was telling her girl to go away.

But the girl did not move. She just stood there, gaping at us, Her face was flushed, her chest was rising and falling and she was breathing hard. Her nipples were hard and they made two sharp points on the taut front of her blouse. She had one hand on the door frame, and the other between her entwined thighs. Then our eyes met. I did not see hate or disgust or anger in them.

Just lust. Pure, naked lust.

I pulled out of her mother's pussy. The young girl's eyes dropped to my dick. I looked down too. My cock was long and hard, at an upward angle to my body, sticking out like an arrow. It was smothered in her mother's cunt juice and oil. The veins were swollen. The purple dick head was taut and shiny and glistened in the hot sun.

I pushed into her mother once more. The lips of the older woman's pussy parted effortlessly and my cock slid in. The girl did not take her eyes away. She continued staring at my cock and her mother's cunt as I pummeled her mother with increasing speed. The mother now had realized that her daughter was not going away, so she turned back to me and buried her head in my chest and moaned and cried and kept repeating, "Raja,,, amma.. Raja... amma.. amma"

My dick was a blur as I pumped it in and out of the older woman. I was grunting and going faster and faster with each thrust. The woman held on to me for dear life. I was looking at the girl, but she was focussed on her mother's crotch.

I reached the point of no return. I thrust mightily into the woman, and as I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out. I did not look down, but was looking at the girl.

I let my cock explode between me and her mother. I could feel cum rocketing out of my peehole. The woman gasped as she felt my hot semen land on her body. My dick jerked uncontrollably by the force of each spurt. I counted up to seven long spurts of cum, with my thick cock swaying this way and that, spraying my jism on to the woman's thighs and crotch and pussy.

The girl almost swooned. She jerked in horror at the sight of my cum erupting and drenching her mother.

I lowered the woman to the ground and she helplessly opened her mouth as I put my dick into it. I squeezed out the last drops into her.

The girl put her hand to her mouth in shock, at the sight of my cock in her mother's mouth. She held onto the door for support and then suddenly turned and rushed away.

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The meal they had prepared was outstanding and all three of us ate in silence. If they were embarrassed at what had happened in the bathroom, they didn't seem to care. If they were angry at me for violating their trust by fucking the older woman, they did not show it.

After the food the women huddled in one corner and talked in low voices. The combination of a refreshing bath, a stress releasing fuck session, and an incredible meal made me really drowsy. Uncharacteristically, I fell asleep.

A noise or a scream like that of a wounded animal made me jerk up with a sudden start.

The first thing I realized was that the weather had turned. From hot, bright sunlight when I fell asleep, it had become very dark and cloudy and very quiet outside.

The next thing I realized was that the Kapitan was standing about ten feet from me. He had somehow garnered the strength to get up and walk and was glaring and shouting something incomprehensible at me. He had my army rifle in his hand and it was pointed at me!

The older woman was the first to react. She jumped up, screamed at the man. And she placed herself between him and me.

He screamed something back at her. He jerked the rifle and asked her to move away. But she shouted back, spreading her hands as if to protect me. She cursed him and pointed to his leg, obviously saying that I had helped him in some way. And the KApitan responded by cursing her.

In the midst of all this, all I could think was, Kapitan, you are making a mistake. That is a potent, army supplied, heavy, killing machine of a rifle you are holding. I wonder if you know how to use it. I could roll away and get a shot off from my pistol before you could pull the trigger on my rifle. Its recoil is like a kick of a raging bull. And you are not steady on your feet.

But the screaming match between the man and the woman continued. The woman was sobbing and pleading, and I knew she had lost whatever argument she made in my favor. The Kapitan approached us, stepping forward with one leg, and dragging the badly wounded one behind. He jerked the rifle again, asking the woman to move away. She sobbed and mumbled something and shook her head. The Kapitan took another step forward and raised the rifle and supported it on his shoulder, ready to fire.

Then all hell broke loose.

There was a flash of metal from behind the Kapitan. There was a bone crunching sound as a flat part of a heavy spade crashed into his head. The shock made him squeeze the trigger. The roar of the shot filled the small room. A bullet whizzed past the woman and me and hit the roof, spraying splinters and debris and parts of the roof all around us. The Kapitan stumbled sideways and the rifle fell out of his hand. I jumped for it and whirled it around to face him.

I froze.

The young girl had come out of nowhere with the spade and had crashed it on the Kapita's head. And now she brought it down hard, repeatedly, over and over and over, on him, grunting, screaming, cursing with each blow. She alternated between the sharp edge and the flat part of the spade. Each blow was accompanied by the sound of breaking bones or splitting flesh. Blood from the Kapitan sprayed on her body and clothes. But she did not stop. The Kapitan's body was still. Then she stopped in the middle of a final blow, looked down and realized what she had done. With a primal scream, she threw the spade away and threw herself on the wall. She crumpled down to the floor like a sagging doll, and her mother rushed to hug her and stop her. The Kapitan lay dead in the middle of the small room. A pool of blood was rapidly spreading around him.

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The women were too shocked to move. But I spent the next hour cleaning. I tore up some sheets and wiped the blood away. I wrapped the Kapitan's body tightly with some more sheets and rope. By this time, the skies had opened up and it was pouring heavily outside.

I knew we had to move the Kapitan quickly. I picked his body up easily. The young girl got up and carried the spade and followed me outside. We were instantly drenched from the heavy downpour, but we knew what we had to do. I walked about a hundred meters and found a spot under a clump of heavy trees. The girl started digging a hole and I finished it. We buried the Kapitan and covered the hole with some branches and brushes. I would say I admired the girl. She was quiet and stoic and calm considering the circumstances. She had just murdered her father and buried him.

We entered the house, wet and covered in mud and muck and blood.

The girl did not resist as I took her hand and guided her to the bathroom

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Her tits were two supple, small mounds. Firm, half-moons topped with small nipples, which were now erect and poking out. Her stomach was flat with no sign of a bulge. Her slim waist curved perfectly into slightly wide hips with not a hint of fat. But her thighs were thick and their soft curves and toned muscles gave them a mesmerizing allure.

Both of us were dirty and messy as we entered the bathroom a few minutes earlier. Her hair was matted with mud, and her dress was wet and stuck to her body, streaked with blood and dirt. She stared straight ahead as I tore her blouse and skirt and threw them away. Her hands were by her sides and she did not move when ripped her flimsy material that served as her petticoat. She was still as I inserted my thumbs inside her panties and I lowered myself as I pulled the panties down her body. She stepped out of the underwear.

I couldn't resist looking at her crotch. The patch of pubic hair was wiry and curly. I could sense the dark line of her pussy like the thick trunk of a tree, and her hair spread out like branches and leaves above that. In a trance, I put my head into the 'V' between her thighs and, first my mouth, and then my tongue, found her cunt lips and I kissed her pussy. She gasped at the shock.

I rose and looked at her totally naked body, and only then did she look at me.

There was no shame or disgust. She started straight into my eyes. As if questioning, daring me to do something.

I had a throbbing hard-on growing in my pants. She followed my hands as I removed the vest I was wearing, and then looked down as I pulled down my shorts and my underwear. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as she saw my hard, erect dick, sticking upwards like a pole.

I first poured hot water on her. I cleaned the mud from her hair, and I started on her body. I turned her around and I soaped her. My palms caressed her back, her waist, her hips and I cupped each of her hard, ass cheeks with my palms. I went down the back of her thighs. I kissed each of her ass cheeks, feeling the hard, tones, blemishless flesh on my lips. I turned her towards me once again and I soaped her soft breasts. I kneaded them and I squeezed her nipples. She gasped. My hands went down her front, cleaning, removing the dirt.

I turned my hand when I reached her crotch and I cupped her pussy. She let out another gasp, and this time she grasped my wrist. I was sure I was the first man to touch her this way. She stared into my eyes for a few seconds and I felt her resistance fading, so I started massaging her pussy and pubic area. She sighed once more as I found her hole and I pushed my middle finger into it. I moved up and felt the hard, erect knob of her clit. I squeezed that too and she moaned. This time in pleasure. I repeated this a number of times. I washed the soap off her body with hot water.

My cock jerked up and down in the cold air of the bathroom. I wanted to hold it, stroke it, and plunge it into the girl's mouth, cunt and ass. But I held myself back. I wanted to delay the pleasure as much as possible. At the back of my mind was the thought that this young girl was certainly a virgin, and she would be my first virgin. Of all the girls and women I had fucked in my life as yet, I had never had a virgin. She would be my first, and I would be her first as well.

Fuck!!

I handed her the soap. I was sure she had not done this before. She moved her hands on my chest unsteadily. I caught her wrist and guided her hands over my body. Her eyes followed her hands as I placed them on my chest and pecs, and stomach and abs. She repeated these steps without my help. I turned and she cleaned my back.

It seemed her hands took a life of their own. She moved her palms firmly over my buttocks, soaping every inch of it. Over and over. Her fingers explored the area between them, making sure it was clean. She lingered over my thighs and calves.

She was unsure of what to do when I turned around. I took her hand and pulled her towards me. She knew what to do. And she opened her palm and encircled my hard cock with it. Her mouth gaped, and she gasped at the girth and heat and hardness of it, and I had to hold her wrist and show her how to stroke my penis. Her eyes never left my dick as she started stroking it.

The soap made a soft 'splish-splash' sound as her hand moved over the length of my cock. I moved her hands to my balls, and she encircled them as well with her fingers and rolled them in her hands.

My cock was about to erupt.

I pushed her hands away. I caught her and lifted and placed her on the cold, wet floor of the bathroom and she groaned and gasped at the hardness and coldness of the ground. But she knew what to expect, and what I wanted. How she knew this, I wasn't sure. But as I lay her down, she parted her legs.

I fell between her legs. I took hold of my thick, distended dick and probed her crotch with it, trying to find the opening of her womanhood. Incredibly, she reached out and pushed my hand away and held my cock with her fingers and guided me to her cunt hole.

I looked down as I pushed lightly. The thick, taut, shiny head of my dick parted her outer pussy lips and I felt the moisture and coolness of her inner flesh. She pulled back a little at the touch. Our eyes met, and I sensed the fear of the unknown in them. She surely knew what came next, but did not know what to expect.

I held her eyes. My dick felt like an iron pipe, thick and heavy and hard. It was throbbing and I knew she felt the heat from it. Without any warning I plunged it into her.

My cock tore through her flesh and resistance and I impaled her with it and embedded it into her up to my hilt in one strong, heavy thrust. She blinked and opened her mouth and was silent for about two seconds as she realized what had happened. Her whole body cringed away from me and she let out a primal yelp.

God! Her pussy was so tight! The skin on my cock was stretched to the limit. I pulled out and plunged into her again. And again. And again. Fuck! Her cunt walls were still raw and unlubricated. It hurt me just to fuck her. But it felt so good, She screamed with each of my hard, long, heavy strokes. But I did not care. I thrust into her in long strokes, I ignored her shouts. God! It was so good! I was the first man to fuck this girl. I was fucking a virgin! The sensation of rubbing my hard cock against the dry, unlubricated walls of her cunt was so delirious. I was sure I was screaming with pleasure and lust.

I was starting to feel the lubrication kick in. Even with just ten or twelve strokes I could sense her creaming. I looked down at my cock and saw her juices mixed with blood and soap. My strokes were getting smoother and smoother.

I grabbed her legs from below her knees and parted them and pushed them to her head, almost doubling her and I extended my legs to their full extent and pummeled her. She groaned and screamed in protest. Her head rolled from side to side and she flailed her hands helplessly as I rode her like a wild animal.

I realized that I was also groaning and shouting with each stroke. Her mother would surely have heard us, but I was beyond caring at that point. I wanted to fuck this girl and satisfy my lust and relive the tension of the last few hours. I wanted this to go on forever. I didn't care if I hurt her.

Suddenly, she also realized how smooth it became. My cock was a blur as it went in and out of her cunt. Her inner walls were so moist and warm and slick and oily. She stopped screaming and was just grunting and absorbing the shock of each of my thrusts.

I was ready to ejaculate. I didn't want to stop. I knew I would be fiucking this girl again and again. I would take it slow the next time, or the time after that. But now, I wanted to just fucking cum. My dick was going to explode.

She held my hands tightly as she realized something was about to happen. If she thought she had seen and experienced the ultimate force of my thrusts, she was in for a surprise. I plowed into her like a rabid dog, with rough guttural sounds coming uncontrollably from my mouth. After the last, final thrust, I pulled out of her cunt.

She screamed once more at the sensation of my cock coming completely out and instinctively looked down. I grabbed my throbbing, slimy dick with one hand and I had time for just one stroke.

The first spurt fell on her crotch and she squealed in surprise and pulled back. But she hadn't expected what came next. Cum rocketed and spewed out of my cock. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... spurts of creamy, thick, whitish semen exploded and drenched her torso, tots and neck and cheek. It felt so glorious. I growled in pleasure. She screamed in surprise and disgust and turned her face away.

But I was not done. I jumped up and straddled her head, grabbed her hair and moved her face towards my cock, all in a couple of seconds and stroked my cock as I grunted and directed the rest of my ejaculation on her nose, eyes and forehead and mouth. She was wailing in protest but could not get away from me. I squeezed the last of my semen onto her lips and she sputtered and spat it out. Her hands beat my legs and thighs.

We lay there for a few seconds, exhausted and gasping for air and breathing hard. I, straddling her torso, watching her try to wipe away my cum from her face. She was still sobbing and her whole body shook, but she had stopped her loud screams.

I got up and pulled her up and poured water over her and helped her clean the sticky, gooey semen from her body. Then she wrapped herself with a piece of cloth hanging on a line, and stumbled and ran away from the bathroom.

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I had spread my rucksack as a bed and I lay down on it. The women were on the other side of a sort of temporary partition they had created in the room. I had time to think and reflect and I finally made a decision. I wasn't going to go back to the army. It was time I settled down. What did I have to prove to anyone?

Yes, I was going to make this girl my woman. I would raise a family with her. During my time in the army we had come across a number of small villages. I made a lot of friends. I was sure I could go to one of those and start a new life.

I called the women and opened my map. I indicated the three of us and pointed on the map where I wanted us to go. The girl understood, and the two of them had a heated, whispered discussion. Then the older woman pointed to me and the girl and said something. She pointed to herself and then to another location on the map. I took it to mean that she wanted to leave and go somewhere else, probably to her village, and she wanted the girl and me to go as I had planned. We all looked at each other and nodded.

I was surprised when the girl got up and sat next to me and held my hand tightly. Gone was the look of disgust in her. Her eyes had a shine and luster that only spoke of trust and the expectation of love and happiness. And lust and sex. The woman smiled at us and walked back to her side of the room.

The girl lay down next to me. We must have dozed off for a few minutes. I heard her turn and hug me. She pressed her body against mine. Her hands roamed over my body, seeking, reaching, pressing and kneading. She reached my abs and then slid her hand into my pants. Her actions had the desired effect. I had an erection, and she encircled it with her palm. I pulled down my pants and she started stroking my penis. I groaned and she giggled.

Her mother had obviously taught her things. She moved her head to my groin and soon I felt the coolness of her tongue and mouth as she proceeded to take my cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked my cock. Then I felt her take my balls into her mouth. The slurping and sucking sounds she made echoed loudly through the silent, quiet room. I was sure the mother realized what her girl was doing.

I held the girl's head steady and fucked her mouth, thrusting upwards. She moaned and mumbled loudly with each stroke. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and pushed her head down and moved her mouth to my ass crack. I wanted her to rim my asshole, just like her mother had done, just like she had seen her mother rim me. She hesitated. This was new to her as well. But she did not wait long. I felt the flat of her tongue lick the area just below my asshole, and I guided her mouth to it. Fuck! Her tongue probed and pushed at the opening of my ass. She licked all around it, lapping like a cat would a saucer of milk. She alternated between likcing my asshole and sucking my balls.

She had come prepared with some sort of lubricant that she spread on my dick. It started cooling my flesh, but soon it was warm and hot. She raised herself and mounted me. She held my stiff cock in her hand and she lowered herself onto it. It took her a few tries to get it to the correct spot, and she pushed down and I entered her pussy once more.

She rose and fell gently on my cock. This time, instead of crying, she was groaning and moaning with pleasure. I was startled when she took my chin in her hand and planted an open mouthed kiss on me. Her tongue entered my mouth and entwined with mine. I was in shock. I had never been kissed before in my life and it was a brand new experience. I pushed her head down on me and kept my mouth open as she sucked on my tongue and mouth, all the time fucking me from top.

I made her turn around and I placed my palms on her smooth asscrack as she fucked me in that position. She was creaming beautifully. The oil and the juices coming out of her cunt flowed down my dick onto my crotch. I scooped these with my fingers and lubricated her asshole. I placed my middle finger at the entrance to her anus and my finger went into her ass when she dropped down on my cock. She squealed in pain, but continued fucking me. My dick was in her cunt and my finger was in her asshole. She was grunting and moaning.

I picked her up and turned her on her back. I pulled up her legs and placed them on my shoulders. She parted her thighs, inviting my cock into her pussy. I fucked her in that positin for a few minutes and she moaned in pleasure. I had other ideas too. I wanted to fuck her in the ass. She was going to be my woman. I wanted to own her completely. I wanted her to know what that meant.

I placed my dickhead at the entrance to her asshole and she realized what I was about to do. This was also going to be a new experience for her, but she did not know enough to stop me. I had myself in a nice position, using my legs as support and my thighs to keep her legs from closing.

I pushed my engorged pole of muscle into her asshole, slowly, centimeter by centimeter. She started feeling the pain. But I was past the point of no return. I had not ass-fucked a woman in a long time. And this girl was an anal virgin. My cock would be the first one to enter her ass.

My cock reached her anal ring and encountered some resistance. She started protesting. I took a deep breath and plunged in. She squealed in pain. I was sure her mother heard it. But what could she do at that point? I had impaled my long, thick, cock into her daughter's ass, all the way. I did not stop. I immediately pulled out and pushed back in. Her virgin asshole was so tight. It hurt to fuck her like that, but the hurt was so satisfying. I realized that I also was grunting and groaning with the exertions. Suddenly she stopped her moaning. She turned to me and pulled my head down on hers and kissed me once again. Fuck! I almost went berserk. I rammed my dick in and out of her ass. She held on to my arms tightly and let me satisfy my lust by fucking her ass. Incredibly, it became easier and smoother after a few strokes. But I continued my hard thrusts into her and she received them with no further complaints. I knew I was hurting her. Her eyes were shut, and her teeth were clenched and she was gasping with each of my thrusts, but I was beyond caring.

I was fucking her like a maniac, grunting and groaning, faster and faster as I neared my climax. My cock exploded in her ass. My turgid muscle pulsated and pushed against the tight walls of her rectum. She lay quietly, absorbing and relishing the sense of my spurts in her ass. She squealed once more as I pulled out my raging, throbbing dick and placed it on her crotch and squeezed out the last few drops.

When I came back from the bathroom, I saw that the girl had gone back to her mother's bed. I lay down, and surprisingly, quickly fell asleep.

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It was still dark when I awoke. The women had already packed. I rolled up my rucksack and joined them and we prepared to leave. All their belongings could fit into a big bundle that each carried.

We left as the dawn was breaking. And we could not believe our luck. We had walked for about ten minutes, shaded and protected by the trees on the bank of the stream when we heard voices. Male voices and a lot of them. At least five to six people, I guessed. The three of us quickly climbed up an outcrop from where we could observe what was going on below.

A group of six armed men were walking in the direction of the hut we were in. They seemed to be sure of where they were going. The girl and the woman looked at each other, and said a name.

"You know them?" I asked.

The girl nodded. "Mmm-aaa-bbb", she said.

OK, so these were the Kapitan's people. They had probably come to seek him out.

We watched as they entered the house. After a few minutes, they all came out. There was an intense discussion and argument amongst them, then they proceeded to destroy the hut. Using long rods and machetes, they completely razed the hut. Within a few minutes, there was nothing but rubble and branches.

The girl and the woman held hands as they saw what had happened to their dwelling. I could see hatred and disgust in each of their eyes. The woman cursed and spat on the ground as the men walked away.

We lay there for about an hour and then started our walk. We walked all day, taking a lot of breaks. We were heading towards friendlier territory and the woman began to feel safe. They even stopped to take a refreshing bath under the hot sun. They didn't care that I was nearby. I feasted my eyes, and the girl even teased me by showing and hiding the treasures she had. The mother just giggled at the giri's antics.

We are what the women brought along, and also plucked a few fruits from the abundant forest. As night approached, we made a bed of branches and leaves and lay down.

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Sometime during the night, I felt someone shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and looked at the older woman. She stood and beckoned to me. By then, the young girl was also awake. She brushed my hand and pointed me to her mother. I rose and followed the older woman to where he had made her bed, which was only a few meters away from us.

There was a bright moon out that night and it shone like a lantern and I could see clearly all around. The woman reached her bed. She turned around and stared straight at me. And began removing her clothes!

First her sari. Then her blouse. Her massive tits fell away and jiggled in the moonlight. Her dark, large areolas were prominently visible. Then she pulled at the string of her petticoat, loosened it and stepped out of it. I could see the dark, black triangle of her pubic hair.

I was beyond shocked. She was completely naked in front of me. And her daughter. I could not move. She took a step and came close to me. She unfastened my shorts and it fell to the ground. I helped her by removing my vest. Then she pulled my undershorts down.

I was not ready for this. I was stunned beyond words. Her daughter, and possibly my future wife, was a few meters away from us and watching all this.

But the woman did not seem to care. She knelt down and took my penis in her mouth. I could not control myself after that. Her mouth and her tongue plates with my cock. I was instantly erect. The woman moaned as she felt the hardness and heat of my cock. She pulled out until just my cock-head was in her mouth and her tongue lapped and licked all around it and she poked my pee-hole with the tip. She sucked my balls, slathering them with her spit. She made loud slurping and slathering sounds.

She lay down and spread her legs wide. I fell between them and raised myself to fuck her. I looked over at the girl and she just stared at me. By then the mother had her palm encircling my dock and she pulled me into her. She was more than ready. The walls of her cunt were slick with her juices. It was moist and warm inside her and I fucked her with relish. I closed my eyes and rammed her slowly and softly. She was grunting with every stroke.

She placed her palms against my cheeks and looked me in the eye, Then she called out in a whisper, like she had before "Raja, raja,.. amma, amma, raja, amma,,," She had not forgotten. I nodded and fell on her. I put my arms around her head and pulled her to me and whispered back, "Amma, amma, amma.." I fucked her in long, smooth, glorious stokes. Our bodies masde soft thuds as we rammed against each other.

After a while she stopped me, and I pulled out of her. She turned around and mounted me. I was startled when she put her hand behind her back and grabbed my thick, erect, hard dick.

And moved it to her asshole.

She held my cock and Lowered her ass onto it. She was prepared for this as well, because I sensed some sort of lubrication there. My cock slid into her asshole with little; effort. Fucking hell! It was so warm and tight and smooth! She rose and fell in effortless movements on my cock. When I was about to come, I stopped her by pressing on her ass cheeks. We repeated this so, so many times.

She lifted herself off me when she had enough, and grabbed my still hard cock and wiped it and cleaned it with the dress he had dropped off. And then I fucked her cunt.

She put her thick thighs high on my back and allowed me to ride her to my heart's content. We were groaning softly, gasping for breath. The cool night air played on our sweaty, naked bodies. When I was ready to come, she stopped me and she reached for my cock. I pulled out, and she grabbed my dick and pulled me up.

I straddled her.. I placed one foot next to her head, and stretched the other and inserted my dock in her mouth. And fucked her orally. I plowed furiously into her mouth and she mumbled and moaned with each stroke. Spit dribbled out of her mouth.

I reached my climax. I moved my foot and raised myself on my toes and palms. I was in the plank yoga position with only my hard cock in her mouth. I ejaculated.

Stream after stream of semen rocketed out and she took it in. I groaned uncontrollably. My cock throbbed against her lips and cheeks with every spurt. She squeezed my balls as I emptied them into her. I pulled out of her and flopped in exhaustion.

The girl and I watched as the mother calmly put her clothes back on one by one. Then she picked up her bundle, turned around and walked away. She was soon swallowed by the dark trees of the forest.

The girl came and lay down next to me. We hugged. She sobbed silently.

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By mid-day the next day, when the sun was almost overhead, we turned around a clearing next to a bend in the river and saw a clump of houses against the wall of the mountain. This was a village my team and I had passed a few months ago while we were clearing the area off terrorists.

The village headman recognized me and he spoke to the girl in a language I did not understand. They gave us a small, empty hut as our accommodation. It was enough. The girl nodded as she looked around and smiled at me. She felt welcomed here. We could make a future here.

Soon thereafter, I joined the men in a hunt for dinner. The girl easily made friends with other women and they all went to the river stream for their bath.

That night, after the communal dinner, I sat around with the men drinking some home brewed hooch, listening to them telling tall, bawdy tales. I nodded like I understood. The women sat some distance away and were in their own world.

Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed the girl get up and walk into our hut. I rose to follow her, and the men broke out in jeers and cheers. They had obviously seen the girl. I turned to the men and some of them were laughing and making obscene gestures, all in fun. I too did the same. I grabbed my crotch and shook it, and laughter broke all around.

I entered the hut. There was a single lit lantern, by the light of which I could see that my woman lay on the bed. Completely naked.

Our eyes met. She spread her legs and cupped her breasts. I saw the path of her pubic hair and I imagined the moisture glinting from within her cunt lips. I looked back up at her once again. And dropped my shorts.

She leaned forward and blew out the light.

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