Chick Spied On While Shooting Her Gun And Gets Challenged

Before it was even half way in Beth started to orgasm and putting a hand on each of Beth's shoulders Liz pulled herself in until she was fully buried in Beth's ass. Liz could hardly hold on as Beth bucked and screamed beneath her as she ground herself onto the two plastic cocks filling both her holes. Liz drove in and out in a frenzy as Beth whimpered and came over and over flooding down the shaft of the dildo and onto the coffee table. Later as they lay in the bath, sitting in tandem with Beth's back pressed onto Liz's breasts, Beth sighed happily as she said, "That was fucking amazing though I think my ass will be sore for a week." "Mmmmmm," murmured Liz, "Sorry about that I did get a little carried away at the thought of you riding another cock as I used your ass, but next time I want to be in the middle." "What does this mean?" Said Liz after hearing Beth explain that she had a six-month posting to Iraq. "I will be away sun bathing in the desert," laughed Beth concealing her nerves, "Will just be a taxi service job ferrying grunts around from one place to the other. A walk in the park." "You are a bloody liar," Liz said, "So just make sure you come back to me in one piece we have a wedding to plan and you being away means I am going to have to do most of the work." Liz went silent for a moment as she remembered how a few months before they had been out wandering round Leeds town centre when Beth had turned to Liz and said quietly, "How would you feel about getting married?" "Well that's not very romantic, is it?" said Liz giggling as she stopped in the middle of a shopping mall and dropped to one knee. "Beth Jones will you do me the honour of being my wife?" Beth smiled with joy as she dropped to one knee opposite Liz and said, "Only if you Liz Samson will do me the honour of becoming my wife." Passing shoppers had applauded as the two of them kissed while both still kneeling before rising and walking into the nearest jewellers to buy a pair of matching engagement rings. Liz's was dragged from her reminisces as Beth said, "Awwww I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you," and pulled Liz onto the sofa and started to unbutton her top. Beth smiled to herself as she looked at her pride and joy, her baby, the Warrior armoured Hardcore personnel carrier, her first command at 26 she felt she had done well. In addition to the driver Trooper Dave Poole, there was her gunner Lance Corporal Paul Shine and seven infantrymen in the back being transported to the camp public just outside Basra in Iraq. Once they had dropped off the men then it was her tour of duty over so home for some rest and serious wedding planning, as well as some voyeur wild sex with Liz. Her thoughts were interrupted by Trooper Poole asking from the driver's seat of the Warrior, "So Corp who will wear the dress at your wedding?" "We both will numbnuts," Beth laughed, "And if we all survive your awful driving then you will get to see in a few month's time, once we get out of this shit hole of course." "I am sure you will both look ..." Paul Shine never finished his sentence as his head disintegrated from the heavy calibre bullet that drove through his helmet killing him instantly splattering Beth with the contents of his skull. "CONTACT," screamed Beth as the Warrior started to weave before hitting a landmine that removed a track and caused the vehicle to crash into the ditch at the side of the road. The air was suddenly filled with bullets, smoke and noise and through the dust Beth could see a Toyota Land Cruiser approaching at high speed amateur with heavily armed men hanging off it. Bringing the chain gun to bear Beth opened up sending chunks of the Land Cruiser spinning away into the desert as it stopped and started to disintegrate from the heavy calibre fire power. This allowed the soldiers in the back time to exit the Warrior and take up defensive firing positions. Beth never saw the rocket propelled grenade launcher fire, but she saw it strike the front of the Warrior killing Dave Poole instantly, and the blinding white glow of the phosphorus burned intensely. All Beth teen could hear was the pitiful high pitched screaming in the distance and then as the pain ripped through her she realised it was her own voice. She felt herself hauled from the turret by her harness and then the jab in her thigh of the needle as the morphine was injected and then the whole world went black. “Ready to head in?” Trish was fighting back and trying not to be forced to lick her sister. Any ways Chloe knows I think you’re hot. Pummelling my prostate. Wonder how the boys are getting on?” “I can’t even feel you.” She lied, voyeur grinding back and forth. Thanks, brain. Goddamn he was huge, but a well-placed Nadi arrow would fell even the mightiest of beasts. But ever since that day, curiosity (and hormones) washed over him every time he thought about the teen run–in he had. “You know, Ms. Lindholm, for someone who claims to be a protector of the little folk, you make for a much better cocksock,” snickered Sven just before driving Brigitte back down the way she came and burying his two-foot bone in her cunt. "No, to Kim's place." I turned and left before she opened her eyes again, closing the doors behind me. I heard another long, loud moan as she began her ascent toward another climax. “Look Jess, our slut has a big hard on, you were right, he really is an ass slut!” She grabbed onto my hips and start pumping my ass with vigor. It was a sort of lounge with sofas all around. He already knew public Barb was going over to Ronnie’s the next night. My other hand found its way through the folds of her bathrobe and split the amateur garment. I again watched as he licked his lips, this time he was tasting me. He told us come on, lets get some lunch. I just want to free you from those constraints on your desires.” Mark follows up with, “Is that ok? I mean, we don’t want you to be, um, upset by anything we say, so you have to remember it is all pretend. I just went with it because I knew when we got there I could feel him against me again. Ernest was promoted to foreman and had to work late some nights. It was now too late at night to be on the road, so Katie and I decided to spend another night. They like the way I resist and fight, and any time I seem to be succeeding or getting the upper hand, they Hardcore like how they can just reduce me to a helpless victim by activating the egg, or pulling back on my hair. Oh shit.