Wet Bar

We looked at each other, the other women and I... hearing the sound of the soldier's boot's, marching along the road, hearing the order for them to halt, right-face and then dismissed, outside the Bar. They were here to relax, let off some steam, after several months of disipline and training. Having been banned from using the Wet Bar, most of them would take the oppurtunity to have a drink. It went without saying that a lot of them would get drunk.
Seeing we were here at the same time... the chance of having drunken soldiers pawing us was highly likely too. The NCO's could only do so much to protect us.

It was too late now anyway... the enlisted men came flooding inside... 60 strong, plus their NCO's... thirsty for beer... and when they saw us, thirsty for us as well.
After weeks of going without, they hit the beer hard and it hit them quick. We were plied with alcohol... it was patently obvious that they hoped to make us willing to entertain them sexually. It was hard to say no... we were under intense pressure to accept a drink... Orange juice! I told them... accepting it from one, then another.
I realised the Orange juice had disquiesed the Vodka when my Nip's became Lung... I mean Lip's became numb.
Ohh, yeah!
Slowly the small protective cluster of girls was drawn apart... each soldier selecting the girl that he wanted tonight.

Younger, older, bigger, smaller, taller, shorter, who know's what they were thinking of, some of them might have been thinking about their wife, their girlfriend. Some weren't, some didn't care... some wanted me.
I shivered inside... looking at the faces surrounding me... too late to get out of here now, not without having sex, anyway.


I was the youngest looking girl here... not that the legality of it mattered to them.
I was here... their's for the taking...
I was whatever they wanted me to be.
The girl they had fantasized about...
Have another drink!, Honey!

They got too close, too soon, I backed off from them, backed off, backed off, they closed in around me, the ones that wanted thr fresh-faced young one... I was away from the dubious safety of standing by the bar, with the other girls. They each had their own group of admirer's around them. Like me, they would be flat on there backs in minutes.

The mens hand's started touching me.... the soldier's encircling me, on all side's, behind me, admiring me, complimenting me... smiling at what they thought they were seeing... what they wanted me to be. A soft, innocent, young-looking girl... was I under age... No! Of course not!
I'm sure some of them wanted me to be, though.

Warm! Nice! So innocent looking!... thinking about taking that innocence from me, put an end to it... use me to get their end away.
Watching my warm brown eyes change as I felt them enter, as I felt them fuck me, felt them come inside me.
Looking as the Vodka made my face flush.
Listening as I slurred my word's... getting my wocking murd's fuddled...
Thinking they were in...
Golden-haired, pony-tailed girl... they'd pull on it, use it to pull me back onto them, wipe themselves clean on it, mess my hair up, liking it if I was just sober enough to be revolted my their action's.
Dominate my small, sweet body.... use it, use me, enjoy doing it, doing that to me. Discarded when they were done... pregnant? My fault for being there...
"What's your name, honey?"
"Kim!" I told the one who asked, trying to focus on him.
"You look real good, tonight!, Kim!"
The other's picked up my name, using it... complimenting me, flattering me, saying anything to get into my panty's, make me lower my guard...
"Sexy!, Kim!, so sexy!",
I giggled...

First one, then more... hand's touching me gently at this point... doing different things... too many hands, still gentle though, I kind of tried to shrug them off, but there was too many of them for my attempt's to be effective.

A hand at my waist, above my hips, one soldiers hand's higher on my back, curving their fingers over my shoulder blades but looking at my breasts as they did it. Thumb and forefinger stroking me gently... wishing it was a handful of tittie, wanting to touch my nipples, wanting them to be in their hand's. Licking their lip's... wanting to feel my nipples between their lips, against their teeth.
The hand on my back opening, closing... the pressure from it changing from a light touch to a groping motion... the fabric of my dress gripped and pulled.... tightening, relaxing, tightening... all eye's on my bosom as they saw how that tightened my dress at the front.
Relaxed... compressed breasts, relaxed, accentuated nipples as the dress was pulled in... and relaxed. Cleavage closing, breasts touching each other... relaxed. Mentally pushing themselves into my claevage, feeling me tighten around them... relaxed. Thinking about that other place and doing the same thing! Pumping me.... relax!, pumping me... relax!

A hand stroking my pony-tail, letting my honey-coloured hair draw through their fingers, feeling it, freshly shampoo'ed, flowing cleanly through coarse fingers, silky soft, lightly scented. Wondering if my pubic hair was the same golden hue, would it feel the same, smell the same... no, I knew what part of me they were thinking about.

All of them touching me, all of them wanting a piece of me... slowly getting bolder and bolder. A guy's finger tips ran over my butt and several guy's sighed as I felt the light touch, through my dress, through my panty's.
I was surrounded, they were all taller than me, I looked at their smiling faces... my age, older, happy, drunk, sweaty men, all of them wanting to hold me, touch me, fuck me... I wasn't going to be able to leave with out having sex... not now, not tonight!

The hand on my bum touched me again, they were starting to crowd in on me, so close now... the hand on my bum wasn't a hand any more... it had been replaced with something else... something softer, broader, rubbing, hardening... I whirled to confront him and he put his hands on my body again, on my arse, pulled me in, closer, closer still, until I touched him again, front on this time. He nudged it against me, held me to it firmly, smiling at me... feeling me, enjoying me.

"Let's take her outside!" One of them said...
No... you guy's wait in here!!, I don't need you watching me!"
Resentment flared in the eyes of the others... but they acknowledged his claim and pulled back slightly, watching to see what would happen now.

I wiggled my bum from side to side, but he didn't let go, instead, he got himself a good grip on my body and he took a long moment to feel me up. Looking down at my face for a second, dismissing the emotion I was showing as irrelavant and his gaze moved on... to the breasts now compressed into him, past them, past the cleavage, taking in the curve of my skin that showed him the smooth sides of my breasts, but not the underneath, the rest was hidden from his view, tantalising him with the thought of seeing them later... he looked further down, to my navel, the piercing visible, tried looking further still, out of sight... his body indicated what he had in mind for me. Pressing in, moving out, in... out... a slow-motion fuck. Pressing my dress in against my belly, hiding everthing else below.. hiding what he was wanting.
I knew he was imagining it though... curly honey-coloured pubes, maybe plucked or shaven, just for him, soft to touch... and then soft and warm and wet... and I would be tight, he'd go deep... I'd be all around him as he got himself a piece of little girl pussy
He lead me outside and I floated along behind him.





Out under the pine's, he pushed me back against a tree. The bark cut into my back and I protested... but was ignored. It pressed through my dress, hard and sharp against my bum. Rough!.
His hands hoisted my dress above hip height, it drooped down a bit and the multiple layers cushioned my bum from the roughness of the tree bark as he leaned into me, keeping me in place as he hooked my panties down to my knee's and then ran his fingers over my skin, touching what he wanted. Spat on one hand and made me wetter. I gasped as the wet fingers slipped inside, his spit made to lubricate me, inside and his slippery wet fingers prepared the way for him.

He unzipped and pulled himself out of his trousers. Instantly, it changed from semi-hard to fully erect... more spit on his hand, he applied to the end of his cock. He lowered himself, his cock slipped lower, and he positioned it, leaned it against me, the head resting lightly on my skin. I "Oh!, Oh!, Oh'ed" at the feel of him there... he made a noise of satisfaction at my despair and I saw his teeth as he smiled in the darkness... it spurred him on, I think...

He took me like a stallion, breaking in a filly.
His cock rubbed at me, then teased me apart, the head embedded inside, the shaft pressing upwards, mounding my labia around it.
Then he braced himself against me and surged upwards again, slipping further inwards, upwards, up inside, making me suddenly bulge around him. The sudden wetness that he found enthralled him and he pumped to get more of me, pumped to get all of me, pumped all of it up into me, pumped until his ball's were pressed against my tight little pussy and my pubes rubbed against his... He was groaning at the feel of me, shuddering with the pleasure of it. He lifted me off the ground... both my arse and back scraping up and down the bark now, I was making genuine sounds of pain as the bark dug into my skin, "Too hard!... too rough!" I told him, my voice quivering at how that felt. He didn't stop, I think the quietly moaned sounds and my word's spurred him on, he kept pumping frantically at me, again and again and again and again... faster and faster... I must have felt so good to him, after going without for so long!.

Too good!
He was panting now, I felt his cock flexing inside me... felt myself becoming slipperyer... a prelude to his orgasm...
"No, no!, no!, no!, no!" I said, trying to get him out, make him stop coming... but it didn't help the way I wanted it too.

I think he thought I was trying to escape from him, so he fucked me harder and faster, our crotch's slapping wetly together, he surged against me, driving me back into the tree, held himself, way up inside, pumped it... pumped it... it flexed again slowly... flexed... another slow pump.... now his breath was speeding up... gasping... another... speeding up once more... and all I could think to say was "No!" and try to get him out of me... I think the thought that I didn't want it pushed him over the edge. Excited him too much...

He groaned and his come gushed into me. Filled me... it felt like a months worth... thick with sperm, millions and millions of them, seeding my body, all of it now pulsing into me as he thrusted and ejaculated his way through his orgasm... "There!, there, there, there!... say "No" again, slut!!, say it again... go one!" another pump, another flexing of his cock, more come inside me...
"No!" I said, almost crying in despair.
"Good girl!... take it all, girl!, say "No!" ugh... ughhh!... Ughhhhh!"
"No!, no!' no!"
On and on and on... he was grinding his body against me, then moving away slighty and pumping more into me...
slap, slap, slap, "No, no, no!"... I slowly quietened down, realising there was no point in trying to stop him now, he was finishing up... slowing to a stop... well pleased with what he had done... with himself, with me.

He held me still until his cock shrunk and slipped out of me... sloppy with his spoof. He milked his soft cock, flicked what he got out of it, off his finger's and then tucked it away.
Now he was finished with me, he wanted only to get back to his drinking.
He left me there, under the tree's and walked away.

I groaned and leaned away from the tree, slowly hoisted my panties up... let my dress fall down again.
Feeling the scrapes on my back and my bum...
Feeling used inside... fucked by a big, bad man.
Sore pussy, sore body...
I headed back to the Bar.
He was back, laughing, drinking inside, I dismissed him from my mind.
I stood in the doorway... looking at the expectant men, who were looking back at me.
Which one did I want to do next?
Hopefully he'd last long enough to make me come, this time!?