COMFORT WOMEN CH. 04
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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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