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  The police weren’t much help. I had no idea what the license plate of the car was, so all I could tell them was that it was a blonde guy in a Camaro. And to be honest, I wasn’t totally sure it was a Camaro. The more I thought about it, it could have been a Nissan…or a Subaru…or just about anything. And when they heard about me creeping naked through the streets of Dallas, they could hardly stop themselves laughing. So nothing came of the police inquiries, which is why I found myself sitting in my dorm room the next day with my friend Ramona - staring miserably into a cappuccino that was going cold in front of my eyes.

  ‘I’m flat broke,’ I said. ‘That was my last six hundred bucks. So now I can’t get my car back, and without my car I can’t drive to any job. And without a job, I will never get my car back. It’s Catch Thirty two situation.’

  ‘Twenty two.’

  ‘Whatever. It’s still crap.’

  ‘Don’t be so despondent. There’s always a way.’ Ramona brushed her short dark hair clear of her eyes. It was easy to see why guys couldn’t help hitting on her. She had that kind of innocent yet sensual look that drives them nuts. She leaned in a little closer.

  ‘I’m sure we can fix this. In fact, I’m certain of it. Look, I have an idea for how we can make some money and straighten everything out.’

  I was paying attention now. Last time Ramona had an idea, it ended up with the two of us being royally banged by a rock star (see Episode #4). That had been a whole load of fun. I liked Ramona’s ideas very much. I was keen to hear more.

  ‘OK, smart ass. What’s your idea?’

  ‘We’ll pick up some part-time work. There’s a bar a couple of blocks away, down near the military base. The word on the street is that they are hiring bar staff, and what they really want is attractive females. And that’s you, Angel. You could get a job there, easy. Maybe we can both get a job, and I can help you save up for your car.’

  ‘Sounds interesting, but I’ve never worked in a bar. I don’t know if I have the right qualifications.’

  Ramona laughed. ‘Oh, yeah, you have all the qualifications you need, honey. You’ve got a tight ass and a great pair of boobs. Those qualifications will get you a job in any bar in Texas.

  ***

  Well, I’m not too proud to use my tits to good advantage. I got the job, and so did Ramona. At first, we were both crap. Possibly the worst bar girls in the Lone Star state. We didn’t know how to work the till, we hadn’t a clue how to mix cocktails, and we spilt as many drinks as we delivered. After the first couple of days, it looked like we were going to get the sack, as our grumpy middle-aged boss wasn’t impressed by our progress. He started making rude comments, and I thought our number was up. But then Ramona suggested we show up for work wearing even shorter skirts and lower-cut tops than usual.

  That did the trick. Most of our customers were male, and they seemed to be very keen on our new outfits. So was our boss, who enjoyed not only the eye candy, but also the improvement in takings that came with them. Before long, we were packing them in. After that, we could have burned the bar down and still have been sure of a job.

  It was no accident that the bar was just across the street from a military base. Off-duty soldiers comprised most of our customers. The few females who came into the bar were generally hookers looking to pick up a little unofficial government business. The soldiers were not much trouble. They could get rowdy towards the end of the night, and once in a while a fight would break out. But by and large, the job was pretty easy. Of course, it was no big surprise when guys started hitting on us. Heck, with a bunch of single guys and two girls in skimpy clothes, what do you expect?

  Most of them didn’t impress me that much. They were too ugly, too drunk or too stupid. I never liked the nickname ‘grunts’ but sometimes you could see where it came from. A lot of the guys really acted like they were all brawn and no brains. I didn’t pay that much attention until the evening when a Marine walked in. I noticed him because his uniform was unusual – there was no Marine base in this part of the world – and because he was unusually polite.

  A gentleman in the armed forces of the United States. How the fuck did that happen?

  I was intrigued enough to stop and chat to him in between serving customers. I was interested to know how a Marine had ended up here on my patch. Especially a young and good looking one.

  ‘Joint operations,’ he said when I asked him. And that was as much as I ever learned about his job. ‘I’m based out at Twenty Nine Palms in sunny California. Don’t know what the heck I’m doing here in Texas. I like to surf…not a cat’s chance in hell of doing that round here.’

  ‘Hey, what do you know? We’ve got good surfing in Texas.’

  ‘Three hundred miles away maybe. Not so much as a breaker around here.’

  I leaned over the bar and gave him a sultry look. ‘There are other ways to have fun besides surfing, you know.’

  ‘Oh, yeah? Well, maybe you could show me…’

  ‘You asking me on a date?’

  He paused for a second before replying. ‘Not just a date. A double date. I have a buddy that your cute little friend over there would just love. Let’s make it a foursome.’

  Well, that sounded good to me, and I knew Ramona would be up for it.

  ‘Another Marine?’ I asked. ‘Ramona can’t resist a man in uniform.’

  ‘Yup. Another jarhead, just like me. We’ll have one hell of a night.’

  ‘OK, I’ll ask her. If she’s up for it, so am I.’

  And yes, Ramona was up for it. She always is. So that’s how I found myself on a date with Staff Sergeant John McDonnell, while Ramona got partnered up with Blake Hemmingway. We made a date for Friday night, and the guys picked us up outside the college. And they showed up in style, driving a heavy-duty Marine-style Hummer. That sure got noticed amongst all the clapped-out Nissans, Fords and Toyotas that usually showed up around studentsville. Ramona and I got a few envious glances from girls who were walking past as we climbed inside.

  Well, it was a good night, and we had a lot of fun. We took the guys on a tour of Dallas, showed them all the sights, and then we stopped at our favorite steakhouse for a meal. They were great company. Blake turned out to be almost as nice as John, and equally good looking. Even out of uniform, their haircuts and military bearing set them apart from all the good ‘ole boys that sat around us. We ate well, and we probably drank too much – apart from John who remained sober so that he could drive. The evening passed quickly, too quickly in some ways. When we finally rolled out of the steakhouse, I thought that would be pretty much it for the night. But John had other ideas.

  ‘Tell you what, why don’t you girls come back to our place for coffee? We’re staying with an army Colonel across town, but he has gone on a trip to Fort Bragg, and won’t be back until tomorrow. So we’ve got the place to ourselves. A little female company for an hour or two wouldn’t go amiss.’

  Ramona looked at me, and I knew at once we were on. Like I said, she’s up for almost anything, and so am I – so there was never much chance of us turning down two hunky marines. The Colonel’s place turned out to be a neat-looking villa on the better side of town. You could tell at a glance that it belonged to an army man, and a single one at that. The lawns were cut with military precision, and the bushes had been pruned as short as a new recruit’s haircut. I got the impression that any weed that dared to grow between the cracks in the driveway would be immediately court-martialed and executed.

  Inside the house was much the same. The furniture was clean and neat, but purely functional. There were no pictures on the walls, no photos of family…no personal touches whatsoever. But there was a good selection of spirits in the drinks cabinet, and John lost no time in opening up a bottle of Jack Daniels. Blake, meanwhile, was flicking through the Colonel’s DVD collection, looking for a movie that we could all watch. He called out the names of several movies, but they were all welcomed with groans. They were either films that we had seen a dozen times, or one
s we had no desire to watch at all. Having tried all the DVDs that were on display, Blake opened up a drawer to see what else he could find. All of sudden, he brightened perceptibly.

  ‘Ah, now this is interesting,’ he said. ‘There’s a whole other pile of DVDs in here, and they are very different to the ones on the shelf. A whole new ball game, in fact.’

  ‘Well, I hope they are more exciting than the others,’ Ramona said. ‘I really don’t want to watch any of the crap you have come up with so far. Too old and too dull.’

  ‘Bet you won’t find this one so boring,’ Blake replied. ‘It’s a military movie. I bet John will like it for sure.’

  He pulled a disc out of its case, dropped the case back in the drawer and slipped the DVD into the player.

  ‘What movie is this?’ I asked innocently. I wasn’t very hopeful. A military movie? I was expecting Full Metal Jacket or Saving Private Ryan. Not really my kind of film at all. To be honest, the last thing I wanted at that time of night was some ‘blood and guts’ army type movie. A romantic comedy would have suited me better.

  ‘You’ll have to wait and see,’ Blake said, with a wicked grin on his face. ‘Give it a minute…I think you might like it.’

  The DVD player whirred and the disc finally kicked into life. We had to sit through a couple of minutes of the usual crap – corporate logos, copyright warnings and all that stuff. And just when I was getting bored with the whole thing, the movie started to play. I sat up and started to take notice.

  Well, it wasn’t Saving Private Ryan, that was for sure. But I was close. The title came up on the screen in large letters:

  ‘Sucking Private Ryan’

  We screeched with laughter. John almost choked on his bourbon.

  ‘Hey, are you telling me that Colonel Holloway has a porn collection? He seems such a square guy,’ he said incredulously.

  Blake nodded. ‘Yeah, well why not. He’s a single guy. Got to get his rocks off somehow. There’s no Mrs. Holloway around to take care of him every night.’

  The guys sat down on the couch, and somehow Ramona and I found ourselves sitting on the guy’s laps. The sofa wasn’t that big, but we managed to fit in with a bit of a squash. Then we settled down to watch the movie, all of us giggling and laughing before it had even got to the good bits.

  Have you ever seen those porn movies they show on cable TV and in hotel rooms – where all the interesting bits are cut out, and all you see is the action in silhouette? Well, this wasn’t one of those. This was a full-blooded porno. Nothing was left on the cutting room floor here…you got to see all the action in very graphic detail. And very entertaining detail it was, too. Like all good pornos, the story made no sense at all – but who gives a fuck?

  The general idea was that Private Ryan is a new recruit in the army. And when his Sergeant-Major comes out to give him basic training, lo and behold, she turns out to be a very sexy blonde. She is equipped with Boobs of Mass Destruction, and her idea of basic training is showing the private how to enjoy a jolly good blow job.

  It was easy to see how Private Ryan had passed selection, and it had nothing to do with his fitness. It was all to do with his enormous dick. Where the heck do they find these guys? I mean, I have seen a cock or two in my life (yeah, all right – it’s rather more than one or two, to be honest) and I have never come across a guy who is endowed like a porn star. These guys must eat a hell of a lot of carrots or something. Whatever…Private Ryan was put through his paces in a way that would get recruits up early in the morning if they knew it was on the agenda.

  The four of us were sitting on the sofa watching the Sergeant-Major sucking Private Ryan’s dick like a pro, and I must admit the moment was rather erotic. It was strange sitting there with two military guys, watching another military guy getting a piece of real woman action. John was the first to speak.

  ‘I wish it really was like that in the military,’ he said. ‘It sure looks like a lot more fun than doing pack drills and sit ups. I never knew you could have so much fun in uniform.’

  ‘Yeah, I know what you mean,’ Blake added. ‘I can’t remember the last time I got a blow job, in or out of the military.’

  With Ramona in the room, it wasn’t hard to work out what was going to happen next. I mean, she is not the kind of girl who is backward at coming forward. When she knows what she wants, she tends to go all out and get it. And what she usually wants is dick. And there she was, sitting right in Blake’s lap while he practically begged for a blow job. So I wasn’t the least bit surprised when she turned and slipped her hand into his groin area.

  ‘I don’t think you’d want that woman giving you a blow job,’ she said. ‘She doesn’t have much technique. There are better ways to get a man going, you know.’

  Her hand was now quite blatantly rubbing up and down a very impressive bulge in Blake’s pants. Even a grunt could see how this was going to turn out.

  ‘So…what kind of techniques would you suggest?’ Blake asked.

  ‘It’s always better to show, rather than tell, isn’t it?’

  With that comment, Ramona slid down so that her knees touched the floor and her head was in Blake’s lap. Next thing we knew, she was inside Blake’s pants and pulling out a fine example of Marine equipment. And without the slightest hesitation, she put it straight in her mouth. Blake leaned back against the couch and let out a little grunt of satisfaction.

  Now what was I supposed to do? Here I was, sitting in John’s lap – watching Ramona blow his mate, while the Sergeant-Major blew Private Ryan. John gave me a look that said ‘what about me?’ and I felt rather obliged to join in the fun. Not that I was complaining. In fact, I had been wondering when we were going to get down to brass tacks, as it were. So a few moments later, I was on the carpet right next to Ramona, getting a taste of John’s Full Penis Jacket. All three of us girls – myself, Ramona and the Sergeant-Major – were sucking away like crazy, and driving our men wild.

  ‘This is very good ladies,’ John said. ‘Very good indeed. But you will notice that the Sergeant-Major there is butt naked. That looks like even more fun.’

  Good point. She had indeed switched her uniform for her birthday suit, and Private Ryan was copping a good feel while she did the business with his dick. Ramona looked at me and smiled, and we both stood up and stripped naked. Isn’t it funny how just when you think a guy’s dick can’t get any harder, they go and prove you wrong by ratching it up another notch? That’s just what the guys did now as they gawped at our young and naked bodies. Honestly, they were so hard they could have used their dicks to take out enemy machine gun placements. Fortunately, that wasn’t necessary. All they had to do is lie back while we gave them a taste of girl power.

  Forget their battle helmets. We were more interested in their purple helmets. I had John’s in my mouth, and I was taking it right into the back of my throat. And from the gagging and choking sound I heard next to me, it was obvious that Ramona was doing the same. I sucked gently on John’s dick, enjoying the feel of the pulsing male flesh inside me. John was clearly enjoying it, too. His hands were brushing through my hair to the rhythm of my sucking.

  I enjoy sucking cock, I really do. It gets my hormones going, and makes me feel like a real woman. The only trouble is that after a few minutes of getting some decent dick in my mouth, my pussy starts to feel she is missing out on the action. And that can’t be allowed to happen. So I decided it was my turn to take the initiative. I got up and climbed onto John’s lap, spread my legs and took his dick in my hand. I gave it a quick manual warm up, and then eased it gently right into my soaking wet vagina. Oh, boy…that was awesome! I do like having a man inside me, and John went a long way inside me. He obviously liked the plan just as much as I did. He grabbed my buttocks and started sliding me up and down on his dick. I loved the feel of his hands on my ass while his cock explored inside me. Hmmm…yes, very stimulating indeed.

  Ramona is not one to be slow at catching on, and when she saw me getting a whole pussy
ful, she realized that she was getting behind in the action. But it didn’t take her long to catch up. Next thing I knew, she was up on the couch, too, sliding her man deep inside her. And from the little squeak of pleasure she gave out, I guessed Blake’s dick felt just as good as John’s.

  Well, from that point on, the action really started hotting up. After giving us as good a fucking as they could in the seated position, the guys were ready to really take command. Next thing we knew, Ramona and I were kneeling on the floor, with our heads and boobs on the couch. The guys had stripped off their clothes, so that all four of us were naked and ready to fuck. Ramona looked at me and smiled a very wicked smile, and then she reached over and kissed me, slowly and sensuously.

  While us girls were enjoying a taste of girl-on-girl action, the guys were ramping up their performance behind us. I felt my legs being nudged apart, and then there was the delicious sensation of a big, hard dick sliding inside me. Ramona gave a little gasp, and I knew that she had been penetrated by a hunk of solid Marine muscle, too. This was good, very good indeed. I felt dick sliding deeper and deeper inside me, and I wanted it to go further – right through to my throat. I turned around to give John a smile of encouragement, and got a shock to find that it wasn’t John who was fucking me.

  It was Blake.

  The two guys had swapped without us even knowing, and now John was giving Ramona a very thorough rogering. She saw me looking surprised, and turned around herself. And when she realized what had happened, she was more turned on than ever.

  ‘That’s it guys,’ she said. ‘We want to be fucked by both of you.’

  Well, I didn’t recall us discussing the scenario. On the other hand, I didn’t see anything wrong with it. Any situation that results in me getting twice as much dick has a lot going for it, in my opinion.

  Have you ever been fucked by a Marine? If not, I highly recommend it. These guys are fit, really fit. Doing all those sit-ups sure give them some good fucking muscles in the butt area, and these guys were giving us all they had got. I was loving every second of it, and it was clear that Ramona was, too. Her face was flushed red, and so were her neck and shoulders…all the way down to her boobs. I’ve never seen a woman so turned on and ready to get fucked.