Marine Corps Lieutenant Shelley J. Rogers, RN, fought for her life in the sand dunes outside an American base in Afghanistan. At least, she felt she was fighting for her life. Gunnery Sergeant Jake Taggert was on top of her, pounding her petite body into the blanket laid out on the deep sand. This was her final exam, her graduation ceremony.
Jake had taken her virginity two months previously, on this very sand dune, on this very blanket. He had since guided and coached her to a high state of sexual readiness. This was to be their final time together, and Jake pulled out all the stops. Tomorrow, he would fly home, to the United States.
Gritting her teeth, Shelley endured. Jake had inaugurated her into womanhood with tenderness and skill. He was nearly double her weight, and very athletic. This was Shelley's goodbye gift to him, his night to go completely wild, and relax all his inhibitions. He rode her to the point that she nearly regretted her generosity. She felt relieved when he began to hump her with even greater fury. She knew that this foretold the orgasm that would save her. He shouted in exultation as he pumped a large load of semen into her. The pulses of seed pooled deep inside her anatomy, deeper than it was designed for.
Jake exhausted his ejaculation. He rolled off of Shelley, and tried to catch his breath after the immense exertion. Jake had twenty hours of flying ahead of him, plus lengthy periods waiting for flights. He would be landing, ultimately, at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. He had trained at Lejeune a number of times, but had never been stationed there. Jake had an exceptional libido. He feared he might have to go several days without a woman, so he released all his sexual energy into Shelly Rogers. She lay in a divot in the sand, recovering.
Three days later, Jake Taggert sat in his sport utility vehicle, watching the rain beat down on his windshield. Never a patient man, he was parked in front of a house he wanted to rent, awaiting the arrival of the property manager. Without having gone inside, Jake had decided that this was the temporary home for him. It was a nice, three-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath home in a nice, family-oriented neighborhood adjacent to Camp Lejeune. He looked forward to spending the next three years in a place where the only sand was on the beach, where it belonged.
A car pulled up behind him, and the property manager got out. They shared her umbrella on their dash to the shelter of the front porch. When she closed the umbrella, and looked up at him, Jake's mind shifted instantly to perusing her personal real estate. She was quite attractive, about thirty-five years old. He liked the way her raincoat narrowed sharply to her waist, which was quite narrow.
After brief introductions, the pair entered the home. Jake noticed the woman's wedding band, and his heart sank. She managed to mention her husband and kids early in the conversation, driving Jake's mind back to the house. He wanted some space, a yard to work on, a garage to work in, and happy, contented families for neighbors. He signed a six-month lease.
As in any re-assignment, there were a thousand logistical details to resolve. The first priority was finding a woman. Jake was like a hunting hound, keen to detect, track, and capture female prey. He didn't want a hooker, and, fortunately, did not have to resort to one. Jake was ruggedly handsome, six foot two, muscular, and mouth-watering. Jake caught the eye of any woman in his vicinity, and it did not take him long to score.
Among his logistical chores were numerous medical appointments. Doctor, dentist, optometrist, and so on, catching up on things that had been deferred or neglected in the Middle East. He made significant eye contact with a pretty nurse at the base hospital during his physical exam. They chatted a lot longer than was medically necessary. He got her phone number.
The following day, the nurse called him, on the pretext of following up on his exam. They went to dinner after her shift, and returned to his minimally-furnished house. He, at least, had a good, king-sized bed, on which he would vent nine months of loneliness and frustration.
She wanted to begin with oral sex, but he was too impatient. After a few moments of fellatio, he tossed her onto the bed. He paused for scant seconds to lubricate his erection, and jumped to his pleasure. He mounted her and stuck the head of his cock into her vagina in a single, cat-like movement. She suffered through his impetuous penetration, complaining, "Ow! Ouch! Too fast! Too fast, Jake! Owww!"
Jake could not focus on her words. He plunged his beefy rod into her, unable to restrain himself. Once he was all the way in, he thrust long and hard. It only took a few moments of furious churning in her pussy for him to come. He slammed her brutally, crying out with each pulse of seed, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Jake pulled out of her, and got up on his knees, still between her legs. He was not nearly satisfied. Before he could descend upon her again, she asked, "Mind if I get on top for a while?" He could hardly refuse. Although she ached from his fierce humping, she managed to mount him and take his whole cock, albeit with considerable difficulty. Now, his size worked in her favor. The presence of his large tool inside her forced her clitoris out, unmasking it. She easily smashed and smeared it against him. She rode him for a long while, drawing out the experience. When she finally groaned, jolted, and shook, he knew she was coming.
When she finished, she lay upon his torso, with his dick still inside her. Seeing a woman orgasm was a big turn-on for Jake. He was eager to come again, so he said, "Let's roll over." He held her body tightly to his, and flipped them over, so that he was once again, on top. Jake immediately began pounding his dick into her pussy. She begged, "Oh! Too hard! Too deep! Jake, please slow down! Uhhhh!"
His urgency was too great for him to heed her complaints. He held her close, and scoured her pussy with his cock. In and out, in and out, in and out. He pumped a second serving of semen into her with a series of spasmodic jerks. Jake slammed her a few more times to ensure that his full load had made it out of his cock and into her pussy. When he pulled out, he wanted a blowjob, but she climbed out of bed, saying, "I need to go, Jake. This was a little rough for me."
"I haven't had a woman in nine months...." He exaggerated, by almost nine months.
"I know, and I understand, but you are too big for me. No hard feelings?"
"No hard feelings." Being rejected because he had overfucked a woman was, in Jake's mind, the most gratifying way to end a relationship. He and the nurse weren't a good match, anyway, personality-wise.
He was able to reassess his romantic situation in a more realistic frame of mind after he had used the nurse to relieve some of his pent-up sexual energy. Jake had his sights set on some other women he had encountered in the area, and, especially, that gorgeous woman with the little kid on the next street over.
Merrill Leonard was a Marine Corps widow. twenty-seven, with an eight-year-old daughter, Ashley. Her husband, Sam, had been killed in action two years previously. Merrill had remained strong, for Ashley's sake. She had also avoided relationships, ostensibly for Ashley's sake. Her grief counselor suggested that there was more to Merrill's abstinence than concern for Ashley. Merrill suspected that that was true. Merrill was very pretty. She had long, dark hair, and a great body, highlighted by a spectacular bosom. Suitors were plentiful.
