The Bridge page 6

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"I knew you were up to something and decided to find out just what it was. I'm very glad that I did."
"What are you going to do?" Jeppe snapped nervously. "Well you are going to get back on your knees and make amends to the khaki and I, given that he will be kind enough to adopt his former position, intend to give him a bloody good seeing-off."

     "The expression is 'seeing to.' North replied with a smile, then continued, "I will be happy to oblige sir, if you would be so kind as to show yourself."
"But of course," the man said and turned so that he was bathed in moonlight. In his forties, North guessed, looking at the rugged bearded face. Then as he ran his eyes over the hard muscular body, he was reminded of a heroic roman statue.  The moonlight gave the massive muscles the appearance of white marble. The cock was as hard as  marble too, a good thick nine inches with a huge gleaming glans, reminiscent of the Sergeant Flint's. North felt a shiver of excitement. "Satisfactory I trust." the man said.
"Quite," North quipped, bent forward and braced himself as before. Jeppe got in position, kneeling between  him and the tree and North moaned softly as a warm mouth closed over his glans. A moment later he felt the man's calloused hands stroking his buttocks and he tensed involuntarily.
"Easy man, make it easy for yourself, the man murmured as his rough hands prised North's cheeks apart and he began to sweat. The huge cock-head pressed against him and he shifted slightly to centre it. The man pressed forward and North felt the pressure on his sphincter increase. He was rigid with fear and sweat dripped off him. "Oh God, no I can't I..." he blurted, then gasped with pain as the tight ring of muscle gave way and the big glans bored into him. The man paused, shunted back a little then slammed his cock into North, up to his balls. For a moment there was another  even more intense stab of pain and then he was left with the glorious sensation of being filled with hard pulsating cock. He gave a deep moan that seemed to come for his boots and he heard the man chuckle.

       Pulling back, very gently this time, the man began to fuck the corporal with deep piston-like thrusts. As they grew harder and faster North pushed back to meet them, flexing his sphincter
muscles. He now became aware of Jeppe's moist warm mouth and felt his balls beginning to tighten. The man changed the pitch of his thrusts, corkscrewing them so that the enormous glans jabbed North's prostate and he felt it rearranging his guts. Waves of sexual heat welled up, hot and excruciating, as the remorseless pounding continued. The sensations grew steadily stronger and hotter, and what little control North had left was about to be lost. Sensing how near the soldier was, the man, without breaking his rhythm, again changed the angle of his thrusts. He now pulled back each time to the tip and slammed the whole length of his cock up into North's battered channel. He knew the pain would slow the soldier down but not for long. His own explosion drew close and he
slammed his cock into North so hard, each thrust lifted the soldier up onto his toes.

     Marcel had his cock out and was pumping furiously as he watched  the end of the titanic fuck.
Both men were snorting and grunting like animals and even if they woke the whole camp, nothing would stop them now. The soldier was the first to come. Great gut-wrenching spasms wracked him as he fired, first into Jeppe's mouth and then into his face as the boer, choking, pulled back.  The man exploded a second or two later. He held in hard, head thrown back, and roared like a bull. Marcel's
own spunk flew, spattering the grass and he slumped to the ground, his role as guard momentarily forgotten. Jeppe crawled out from under the still doubled-over corporal and staggering over to Marcel, flung himself down beside him.  "My God," he whispered "I don't think I could take a fucking like that."
"Me neither, but I'm sure as hell going to try one day," said Jeppe, his mouth still full of the soldier's salty spunk. Marcel turned to look at him and saw the glutinous white fluid oozing from the sides of his mouth. "What does it taste like?" he whispered. "This," Jeppe replied and brought his mouth down over Marcel's parted lips.