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    COMFORT WOMEN CH. 04
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    Jealous men often take what they want, don't they Samantha?
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    Chapter Four -- Just Another Comfort Woman

    Villawood Montana, 1959

    Sam was dressed in a red satin bustier trimmed with black lace and
    garters which were attached to sheer black fully-fashioned black
    stockings. She wore matching red satin panties and black high heels.
    Over this ensemble she wore a long black transparent robe. Her makeup
    was heavy but perfect: black eyeliner and mascara to accentuate her
    emerald green eyes, a dusting of rouge to accent her cheekbones and
    bright red lipstick to highlight her full red lips. She was waiting for
    Bill Brody to visit her as he did every afternoon when he finished work.

    Sam was diminutive in stature but blessed with long legs and rounded
    buttocks, her beautiful face framed by a brunette pixie-cut which was
    growing out into a shag bob. Her stature and movements were graceful and feminine. She'd been practicing them for months and they now came
    naturally. She had stopped thinking about herself in the male context completely. Samuel Steele, her alter ego, had been left behind in a
    prison cell in the United States Disciplinary Barracks Fort Leavenworth.

    The beautiful butterfly that was Samantha Steele had burst from her
    cocoon a little over three months ago when Staff Sergeant William Brody,
    the self-appointed Company Commander of the little town of Villawood,
    signed an edict ordering Samantha Steele and Wendy Meakins to live
    full-time as women and to provide comfort to the other four occupants of
    the town.

    Most of that comfort came in the form of sexual services but the women
    also provided companionship and even entertainment. Wendy Meakins
    services were made available to Private Dale Snitterman, who was the
    cook, Senior Airman Buddy Flintock, the engineer and Seaman Victor
    Benning, the electrician. Airman Samantha Steele was the nurse
    practitioner and the sole property of Bill Brody.

    This bizarre situation was brought about by Colonel Johnathan Flagg who
    was conducting a study as to how men would behave if they were totally
    cut off from the outside world for an extended period of time. Would the
    rank structure remain? Would good order and discipline prevail or would
    anarchy reign?

    So far, with the exception of two of the subjects being initially
    forced, then willingly changing their genders so the men had female companionship, the experiment was going well.

    Samantha had become quite content with her life. In prison she was
    forced to work long hours and confined to a cold bleak cell, under
    constant threat of intimidation by the other inmates and the corrections officers. Here in Villawood life was easy. She conducted and compiled
    the weekly health checks required for the study and collated the
    psychological reports the subjects were required to complete each
    fortnight. She also tended to cuts, colds and runny noses and made sure
    the men kept themselves fit and healthy. She had her own home, ate her
    meals at the Cobalt Café and had drinks and provided entertainment at
    the Copperlode Bar in the evenings.

    She recalled playing dressup as girl when she was younger but didn't
    recall a compunction to dress in women's clothing although she liked
    women's fashion and had a fetish for lingerie and nylon stockings. Maybe
    she had supressed the feelings of femininity that she now felt; who
    knew? She didn't try to psychoanalyse herself, she just acknowledged
    that she totally accepted and enjoyed living as a woman and had no
    compunction whatsoever to present as male even if free to do so.

    Her relationship with Bill Brody was complicated because Bill Brody was complicated. There was no doubt that Bill Brody desired her and wanted
    her. He used Sam sexually daily, often twice daily. When he was
    particularly concupiscent he would visit her at the infirmary during the
    day and gratify himself or have Sam report to his office for a little dalliance.

    He complimented her, he was very passionate and often tender with her
    and she could propose that he even adored her, after all he kept her for himself. But after sex he became broody and distant and at times could
    be cruel. Sam liked the sex although at first she had been reticent and
    then surprised at her response but those first few times sex had been
    forced upon her.

    She liked the sex as much for the pleasure it gave her as for the
    closeness she felt when she and Bill were making love. She didn't want
    to feel lonely. Her family had disowned her when she was sent to
    Leavenworth and she had no one else, so she forgave Bill his
    transgressions and was content with what she had. Bill's tastes were
    eclectic and sex wasn't always penetrative. He liked being fellated and
    was sometimes content to climax through masturbation. He particularly
    liked to rub his penis on her ass while she was wearing transparent
    nylon panties and Sam didn't mind one bit. Whatever form of
    gratification Bill demanded, Sam usually achieved climax along with him.

    Sam guessed that Bill's post coital regret was due to guilt, because he
    hadn't fully reconciled to himself with Sam's gender. Yes she was not completely a woman, her physiology was a little different; the term transgendered had not yet been coined but that's what Sam was for all
    intents and purposes and Bill had no problem with that most of time
    except after sex.

    He treated Sam like she was his special lady, but after sex he developed self-loathing and he took it out on Sam. When she was naughty or
    disobedient Bill used his belt on her. Sometimes she was deliberately
    defiant and although she found the consequences repellent, she took a
    form of sick debauched pleasure from them, although she wouldn't admit
    this to anyone including herself. She liked it when Bill was
    controlling. It was another part of her psyche that she didn't
    psychoanalyse.

    There was a knock on the door and Bill Brody entered still wearing his
    faded fatigues. Everyone else in Villawood wore civilian clothing at all
    times but Bill insisted on wearing uniform when at work.

    Sam greeted him and kissed him and he took her in his arms and kissed
    her passionately, his hands drifting to her ripe buttocks which he
    squeezed and Sam squealed like a schoolgirl. She took his hand and led
    him upstairs to her bedroom, Bill fondling her ass the whole way up. She undressed him and led him to the bed.

    The room was bright and breezy with fresh cut flowers in a vase. Her
    vanity was strewn with cosmetics, jars of makeup sponges, brushes,
    perfumes and other girly gewgaws. Three wigs: blonde, redhead, and
    glossy black were arranged on wig stands because sometimes she liked to
    look different and Bill liked her blonde when the mood took him. The bed
    was made with satin sheets and covered by a pink brocaded comforter with
    a stack of matching pillows. The bedroom smelled of perfume, powder,
    soap and potpourri, even the drapery was pink with ivory lace sheers.
    The room screamed femininity.

    Bill lowered Sam onto the bed and lay down on top of her, kissing her
    and stroking her face, telling her how beautiful she was. His hard cock
    was pressed against her belly and Sam was delighted. She loved the feel
    of Bill's hard muscled body pressing on hers, she loved the manly scent
    of him, she loved looking up into his ice-blue eyes set in his tanned
    handsome face. His body was lean and rangy, his teeth white and his
    sandy hair clean and combed until she tousled it. He rolled off her so
    they were lying side by side.

    "It's good to have you here again darling," she said sweetly.

    Sam's voice had always had a falsetto quality and she had trained it to
    inflect a softness and a lighter articulatory intensity so that it
    sounded naturally feminine.

    "Where else would I go?" Bill brushed the hair out of Sam's eyes and
    kissed the tip of her nose.

    Sam liked the small talk before they got into the heavy petting and sex.
    To her it validated her relationship with Bill even though she knew that
    he had come here solely for the sex. If she was to be a comfort woman
    then she wanted to comfort Bill in all ways possible.

    "Busy day?" she asked, knowing that the townsfolk of Villawood were
    seldom busy except for the engineers.

    "Flagg wanted more data. He wants more in-depth personnel reports
    because some of the diaries are conflicting. I think he might be
    thinking of wrapping up the study," Bill stroked Sam's cheek.

    "So soon? It's a strange thing to say but I like it here. I like my
    life. I like what we have," Sam's brow furrowed.

    "What do we have Sam? You're my comfort woman. It's not like we have
    anything like a conventional relationship," Bill sighed.

    "Why do you talk to me like that Bill?" Sam sounded wounded.

    "Let's not spoil the afternoon. Let's enjoy ourselves," Bill kissed her
    and Sam forgot about what they had been talking about as his tongue
    entered her mouth and his hand went to her thigh.

    Bill knew that stroking Sam's stocking-sheathed legs drove her wild and
    he caressed her silky thighs and then the creamy white flesh above her
    stocking tops. Sam reached for Bill's penis and stroked it to full
    tumescence. She loved the feel of the sleek, veiny shaft and the velvety
    glans. It felt powerful and provocative. Bill's fingers working on her
    legs were having the desired results and Sam squeezed his cock and
    wriggled her tongue in his mouth.

    Bill's fingers strayed to her satin panties. He loved the feel of the
    garment and particularly liked the way they clung to her buttocks. When
    Sam was tucked he liked to stroke the front of them too but he never
    went anywhere near her penis. He enjoyed every part of Sam's body, even
    her miniscule breasts but was careful to never deliberately touch her cock.

    They kissed and fondled each other until Sam could tell Bill was ready.
    He reached for the tube of K-Y Jelly that Sam kept on her nightstand.
    Bill also kept a tube in his pants in case he felt like springing
    himself on Sam unannounced.

    He kissed her again and handed her tube. It was part of the ritual, a
    way of imposing his dominance over her. She dutifully uncapped the
    lubricant and smeared a dollop along his hard penis. She knew exactly
    how much to use to ensure she felt no discomfort but ensured she got the
    full benefit of Bill's large cock in her tight anus. She enjoyed rubbing
    the lotion into Bill's flesh and Bill did too by the look on his face as
    she did so.

    She put her mouth on his and gave him a long lingering kiss as he
    climbed aboard her. She lifted her legs up high so that Bill could see
    her shapely buttocks encased in the satin panties.

    "Open your panties," Bill said; his mouth dry.

    The ritual continued. His dominance established as Sam pulled the gusset
    of her shiny red panties aside, exposing her pink winkle.

    "You know where it goes," Bill whispered, his dominion over her unfailing.

    Sam liked being subservient to Bill. She worshipped his power and his manliness. She took his cock and guided it to her puckered furrow. She
    nestled it in her sphincter and smiled up at him.

    "Fuck me Bill," she whispered and put her arms around his neck and
    raised her head off the pillow to kiss him. As his steely shaft pierced
    her rectum she let out a gasp. It was always a little uncomfortable at
    first but as Bill eased more of himself into her the pain turned to deep fulfilling fullness. As he did so Sam wrapped her silken-shrouded legs
    around his body and pulled him close.

    Their prolonged kiss became progressively more passionate as Bill lay on
    top of her, content to feel his cock deep inside her, her anus girding
    his penis, holding it tight, rippling occasionally, a trick Sam had
    taught herself. He delighted in the feel of her lips on his, her tongue
    in his mouth, his body bearing down on her satin-sheathed torso, the
    feel of her stockings on his tender flash as she rubbed her legs on his
    flanks.

    Bill could come like this. Just lying on top of her with his cock buried
    deep in her ass and Sam could too. Her cock was lying along her belly
    held in place by her panties, Bill's hard belly pressing on it, rubbing
    it when he moved.

    But not today. Today Bill was in the mood for a good fucking and so was Sam.

    She spurned him on as he began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of
    her anus. Sam whimpered and writhed beneath him as his cock wrested
    circlets of pleasure from her sphincter and produced a delightful deep
    warm throbbing from her prostate.

    "Fuck me Bill. Fuck me hard," Sam groaned.

    Sam was careful how she spoke when they made love. Sometimes he wanted
    her to be demure and sometimes he wanted her to be a slattern. It was
    obvious what Bill wanted today.

    Sam held him tighter with her silky legs and scratched his back with her
    heels. She raised her buttocks up off the bed to meet his thrusts
    because she knew this encouraged him, which it did. He pushed her down
    into the bed and fucked her hard and fast. His cock hammering in and out
    of her anus was causing her incredible rapture and his belly pressing on
    her pantied cock caused her cock to shudder and dribble precum as she
    got closer to her orgasm.

    Sam's rectum was a tight slippery sheath and Bill loved driving his hard
    cock in and out of it. Her anus clung to his cock and encircled it with
    her tight anal muscles, kneading his phallus, causing it to leak copious amounts of pre-ejaculate. Bill mushed his lips against Sam's and pawed
    at her as she writhed beneath him like a whore.

    "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sam squealed as she felt Bill's cock
    balloon inside her, swelling and quivering as he ejaculated.

    Sam was overcome with passion as she flooded her panties. She clung to
    Bill, kissing him, driving her body into him, scratching and biting as a paroxysm of intense pleasure coursed through her body. Bill felt her
    anus spasming, milking him of every drop of his warm musky seed. Her
    arms around his body, her silken-sheathed legs scissoring on his flesh,
    her mouth sucking on his escalated his delight to a new high. Bill could
    feel her warm issue on his belly and he knew that she had come too.

    Utterly exhausted he fell on top of her and Sam lightly circled her arms
    and legs around him to comfort him. She nuzzled his neck and tousled his
    sweaty hair and whispered that she felt contented and happy whenever he
    was with her.

    Bill listed to her endearments and enjoyed lying on top of her, his
    muscled body protective of her diminutive form. He liked how she nuzzled
    his neck, stroked his cheek and tousled his hair. He loved the smell of
    her, the feel of her, the sight of her. He loved everything about her
    except he couldn't get over the feeling of her cock on his body. He
    could feel it though her panties slowly deflating, he could feel her
    semen on his belly and it repulsed him.

    Bill didn't mind that she orgasmed; in fact he wanted her to. He
    delighted in pleasuring her and right up until he climaxed. He didn't
    even care that she had the same equipment as him in her panties but
    afterwards a fog of guilt descended on him. Had he committed another
    mortal sin? Bill was not religious but the way he had been raised, the
    way he had lived his life, fighting alongside his fellow soldiers,
    seeing some of them get wounded or die; it built a camaraderie, a
    masculine bonding. Men were men right? Even though he cherished Samantha
    Steele more than she would ever know it was just something he couldn't
    get over.

    As the black fog descended Bill disengaged and climbed off Sam and
    picked up his skivvies and made his way down to the bathroom where he
    took a long hot shower using a hard loofah on his belly, rubbing it raw.
    He dried himself and padded barefoot back to Sam's bedroom where the
    miasma of perfume and potpourri assaulted his nose but lightened his
    mood a little because it affirmed Sam's femininity. She had fixed her
    hair and makeup, changed her panties and put the black translucent robe
    back on and sat in a chair smoking, as she often did after sex.

    There was nothing about this stunning young woman that Bill found
    repulsive but he knew that she was sitting on a secret and that secret
    niggled and gnawed at him when his guilt arose and swallowed him. He
    cleared his mind as best he could and began to dress.

    "Some of your medical screenings are overdue," Bill sat across from her
    pulling on his boots.

    Sam detected his change of mood and it was expected.

    "Benning and Flintock have been too busy fixing the backup generator and
    the transformers after that big lightning storm hit us to come in for
    their medicals," Sam explained.

    "I don't want fucking excuses Sam. Flagg wants his data. Get them
    fucking done ASAP," he growled.

    "Are we dining together tonight Bill?" Sam tried to lighten things.

    "You dine with Meakins. I'll dine with the men. I might catch you at the Copperlode later," another way to punish Sam was to distance himself
    from her when in the company of others and deny her affection.

    "Ok Bill; I'll see you at the Copperlode hopefully," she rose up to kiss
    him goodbye and Bill deliberately turned away so that her kiss landed on
    his cheek instead of his mouth.

    Sam took the rebuke in good spirits and after seeing Bill to the door
    she went to take her own shower and dress for dinner.

    *****

    Villawood Montana, 1959

    It was after midnight, dark and cold and everyone in the small mining
    town of Villawood was snuggled under their blankets fast asleep.
    Everyone except Dale Snitterman that was.

    As he approached the gates in the electric fence surrounding the town a
    jeep emerged from the shrubbery set back from the fence. The jeep's
    lights were extinguished and when the driver was fifty yards from the
    gate he climbed out of the jeep and made the breaker that deactivated
    the electricity flowing through the gate.

    Specialist Monroe hated touching the fence after he had isolated power
    to it; how could he be certain? Dale chuckled as he watched Monroe touch
    the fence gingerly and quickly remove his hand. As if that would stop
    him being electrocuted if the power was still applied.

    Monroe opened the gate and Dale hopped into the jeep and after Monroe
    had locked the gate and reset the power they drove the three miles down
    the dusty road to Colonel Flagg's headquarters. The HQ consisted of half
    a dozen Quonset huts and an aircraft hangar. A DC-3 was hunkered down in
    the hangar like a dog sleeping on a kennel. There were lights in one of
    the Quonset huts and Monroe pulled up next to it. He saluted Dale
    Snitterman when he hopped out the jeep.

    "You don't need to do that Private and certainly nowhere near
    Villawood," Dale snipped.

    "Yes sir," Monroe said and then realised his second gaffe.

    Dale Snitterman just shook his head and went into the Quonset hut,
    saluted Flagg, poured himself some coffee and sat down at a conference
    table. The Villawood subjects diaries and other paperwork were arranged
    neatly in front of Flagg who was smoking a cheroot and sipping hot coffee.

    "An interesting development wouldn't you say Captain?" Flagg took a big
    drink of coffee.

    "We never envisaged this. We thought there might be some homosexual
    activity and we knew that Meakins was a fag but who would have guessed
    Brody would have forced those two to become women," Dale took out his cigarettes and lit up.

    "Well they are the two weakest. Meakins has a history of crossdressing
    and Steele is effeminate anyway. I just can't get over how convincing
    they are," Dale continued.

    "And those boys are fucking em?" Flagg asked very matter-of-factly as if
    it was nothing.

    "Brody requested you provide prostitutes now and then but you refused.
    The mindset in Villawood is strange. None of those boys knew each other
    inside Leavenworth, one of the reasons they were selected for the study,
    but they had all been locked up for at least ten years. Freedom has done strange things to them. They enjoy the freedom they have living in
    Villawood but they have no female companionship but they are constantly reminded of it," Dale responded.

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    "They have no real women so they made their own," Dale tapped ash into a
    metal ashtray.

    "But are they fucking those women?" Flagg grunted, making little air
    quotes when he said the word 'women'.

    "They call them comfort women," Dale replied ambiguously.

    "What about you Snitterman? You dipping your wick?" Flagg gave him a
    sardonic grin.

    "With all due respect sir. Firstly, the men don't know that I'm
    observing them; they think I'm Private Dale Snitterman the cook. If I
    dipped my wick as you put it, I would contaminate the experiment.
    Secondly, I've got pussy waiting for me over in that Quonset hut so as realistic and authentic as those women look, I don't need to," Dale
    smiled back at the Colonel.

    "What did they say in their diaries?" Dale asked, sipping coffee.

    "Flintock and Benning are keeping schtum, Meakins says she's getting
    dressed in drag to entertain the troops and teaching Steele how to do
    it. Brody says he gave permission for the gals to dress up and perform
    for the men for morale reasons and it's obvious that Steel's diary has
    been tampered with. Brody rewrote it, poorly I might add, saying
    everything was hunky dory. Is that right?" Flagg asked.

    "Brody's keeping Samantha, that's what we call her and it's easier for
    me to keep referring to Sam and Wendy in the female vernacular so I
    don't break character when I return. As I was saying, Brody's keeping
    Sam for himself. Wendy is available to the rest of us and Flintock and
    Benning keep her pretty busy," Dale explained and Flagg nodded in agreement.

    "I think they're jealous that Brody has kept the better of the two women
    for himself," Dale went on.

    "He spends a lot of time alone with her," Dale extinguished his
    cigarette and reached for another.

    "We never thought this would happen. We envisaged the men might become belligerent and sit around all day drunk while the town disintegrated.
    We envisaged they might turn on each other, even kill each other. We
    envisioned all sorts of scenarios but none where they made the weakest
    two become women," Dale shook his head.

    "But in some crazy way it's working. Villawood is well maintained, the
    men are content, the, ahem, women are content also although I think Sam
    was reluctant at first. Good order and discipline is maintained. Brody
    is doing a great job, even if he's using unconventional means to achieve
    it," Dale summed up his report.

    "For the life of me I've never seen anything like it," Dale scratched
    his head.

    Flagg picked up a file and tossed it across the desk and Dale picked it
    up and looked at it. It was marked Top Secret.

    "Let me summarise the file for you Captain. In 1952 a navy fighter from
    USS Essex got separated from his squadron over the North Pacific. The
    pilot landed on Mirrocau Island in the Western Carolines. It's a tiny
    place, uninhabited and long forgotten since the war," Flagg refilled
    their coffee and lit up another cheroot.

    "He claims his plane was repaired and refuelled by the inhabitants: all Americans, three men and a woman. He suspected there was something
    strange about the woman, she was very beautiful and feminine but what
    was a woman doing on island that had been a forward operating base
    during the war?"

    "The three men were survivors of a wrecked PT boat and they had done
    well for themselves because the Island had been well provisioned and
    then abandoned when the war moved on. They didn't want to leave their
    idyllic paradise. Two of the men lived together in an open homosexual relationship and the Chief and the woman were living as husband and wife."

    "Before the pilot left, he discovered that the woman was actually a man
    who was presenting as a very convincing woman. The Chief swore the pilot
    to secrecy and the pilot agreed; he just wanted off the Island. He crash
    landed into the sea south Palau when he ran out of fuel but was picked
    by fisherman and taken to Koror."

    "The pilot was debriefed and interrogated and at first his story was not believed but his story made its way to people who were very interested.
    My people. We spent quite some time with the pilot hearing how four men
    had carved out an idyllic paradise for themselves on a deserted island,
    not wanting to be rescued. Only one of the men became a woman."+++

    "So you're right Captain Snitterman, I never expected this to happen in Villawood, but it's not unheard of," Flagg tapped the file and took it
    back from Dale.

    "How much longer Colonel? Are we ready to wrap up the study?" Dale
    asked, by now thinking of the woman waiting for him in the other Quonset
    hut.

    "We've learned a lot but things are stable in Villawood; everyone has
    what they want so the isolation is tolerable. What we need is to create
    some tension between the subjects," Flagg paced the room and Dale
    thought of the honey-blonde haired woman with the big tits lying in that
    big warm bed only yards away.

    "You said that Steele is the better looking of the two and that Flintock
    and Benning are jealous?" Flagg ceased pacing.

    "They are both convincing and attractive sir. Wendy is a bigger than
    Samantha but no less feminine but you know what it's like? When someone
    has something you can't have; makes you want it more," Dale opined.

    "What if we poke a stick in the anthill?" Flagg began to smile wickedly.

    "What do you mean sir?" Dale was getting anxious.

    He had until just before daybreak to ride that pretty woman across the
    way before he had to return to Villawood unseen by the others. The
    proximity of Sam and Wendy every day of the week and knowing he access
    to Wendy if he wanted kept him in a constant state of arousal. Flagg had
    agreed to fly in Snitterman's girlfriend once a week so he could fuck
    her after he had been debriefed.

    "Get Flintock and Benning fired up about not being able to access
    Samantha. Remind them that there is no real rank in Villawood because
    they are all prisoners. There was grief between Brody and Flintock when
    they were first put in the pen. Fire that up again and let's see what
    happens," Flagg closed the files in front of him, indicating the meeting
    was over.

    "Dismissed Captain," Flagg said and Dale Snitterman stood up; anxious to
    leave.

    "One last thing. If you haven't been utilising the services of the
    comfort women, you better start doing so otherwise the others will
    become suspicious. Unfortunately I've had to cancel your girlfriend's
    flight. She won't be able to come here anymore. National security and
    all that; I'm sure you understand," the glint in Flagg's eyes gave away
    his deviousness.

    As Specialist Monroe drove Dale back to Villawood he cursed Flagg under
    his breath. Then he began to think about Wendy Meakins and Samantha
    Steele. 'Any port in a storm'; as his navy colleagues were want to say.

    *****

    Villawood Montana, 1959

    The four men and two women who constituted the citizenry of Villawood
    Montana met at the Copperlode bar on Saturday evening for drinks.

    As was the custom, Sam and Wendy acted as hostesses and put on a half
    hour performance for the men. Wendy was an accomplished pianist and
    singer and Wendy had taught Sam how to hold a note and stand seductively
    at the microphone. The little show pleased the men who were a little
    drunk and getting rowdy.

    Dale Snitterman, who usually just sat and observed, had for some reason
    decided he wanted his fair share of Wendy Meakins and Buddy and Victor
    had to take their turn dancing with her while Bill Brody glided Samantha
    Steele around the floor whenever the mood took him.

    Bill was coming out of his post-coital fugue. He and Sam had spent a
    long leisurely afternoon in bed and Sam had taken her time teasing Bill
    with her hands and her mouth and finally Bill had taken her doggy-style
    on the big bed. The pro with taking Sam doggy-style was that he didn't
    have to see her cock and feel her cum on his body when she ejaculated;
    the con was that he didn't get to look at her pretty face while he
    fucked her.

    Because he hadn't had to suffer the indignity of wiping Sam's semen off
    his belly he had recovered from his post-coital tristesse sooner than
    usual and was in a good mood. He danced with Sam and paid attention to
    her and at one stage of the evening had taken her outside and kissed and fondled her and told her he would be taking her home that night.

    It was unusual for Bill Brody to escort Sam home in the evening because
    he was usually still bellicose and broody from their afternoon sex but
    it was not unheard of. He never stayed the night however. Sam knew that
    Buddy and Victor took turns staying overnight at Wendy's house. She was
    also a little surprised to see that Dale Snitterman intended on taking
    his 'conjugal rights' with Wendy. Previously he appeared to be just an interested observer.

    Dale Snitterman whispered something in Wendy's ear and she disappeared
    behind the bar and a few minutes later Dale followed. He found her in
    the alley at the back of the Copperlode waiting for him.

    "You've never shown an interest in me this way before," Wendy smiled
    sweetly as Dale Snitterman pressed himself against her.

    Wendy was a little chubbier than his girlfriend but she still felt very
    soft and feminine and she smelled nice and was very pretty. Dale had
    drunk just enough and was sufficiently horny that he had totally
    forgotten that Wesley Meakins resided under the makeup, wig, skirt and
    heels. He knew that Flagg was denying him access to the comfort of his girlfriend in order to encourage him to become sexually engaged with the comfort women but right now Dale didn't care. He had a ranging hardon
    caused by the close proximity of Wendy Meakins and he intended to do
    something about it.

    "Well I'm interested now," Dale leaned in and kissed Wendy full on the
    lips and she didn't hesitate to return his kiss.

    Dale was a handsome man and was suspiciously intelligent to just be an
    Army cook. Besides Brody, who was very intimidating, Snitterman was the
    only man that Wendy enjoyed conversing with. Whilst Buddy and Victor
    scratched her itch just right in bed, outside of that they were quite
    boorish.

    Wendy slipped her tongue into Dale's mouth and then she slipped her hand
    inside Dale's pants. He was sporting quite a handy erection which Wendy
    freed from his flies and improved until it was hard.

    She didn't stand on ceremony but got down on her knees on the bar towels
    she had put in the alley just for this purpose. Buddy or Victor,
    whichever one was not sleeping in her bed that evening, would usually
    take Wendy out into the alley for a fuck or a blowjob before she went
    home and Wendy was good Girl Scout so she was prepared.

    In the light of the overhead lamp Dale's cock was long and smooth. It
    wasn't particularly thick but it was clean which was more than could be
    said of Buddy's and Victor's cocks when they forgot to shower.

    Dale gasped as Wendy took him her mouth and began to slide her lips
    along the shaft while she tickled his frenulum with the tip of her
    tongue. She guessed rightly that he wouldn't last long and she slipped
    her hand under her skirt and freed her penis from her panties.

    Dale had been blown by his girlfriend and countless hookers during his
    travels with the Army but Wendy was giving him the best blowjob he had
    ever experienced.

    Her mouth was warm and moist, her lips locked around his shaft and she
    moved her head up and on his quivering cock, her lips were doing
    something to his glans that was indescribably exotic. He looked down
    into her pretty painted face, her eyes looking up adoringly under her
    long dark lashes, her red lipsticked lips clamped around his cock and he
    could feel his climax building.


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