The Scout

Chapter - 43

The Scout
Chapter 43
'The Flag'
By; mike hurley

Her small hands were on his large powerful chest, her fingernails painted his favorite colour.
They had a rhythm going, & both enjoyed it.....
Immensely.

He was primed and ready, but fought to last as long as she needed.
But he was tired of fighting, and war, and death. He was US Army, and this woman who lay on top of him, was an oasis in a war zone full of hell.

But memories haunted him......
Sounds of Rudolf drowning in his own blood, echoed in his head. He held the valiant
War Horses head in his lap and stroked his face as the end neared.

But right now he wanted to enjoy her, they hadn't been together in 11 days and they had grown closer in the last month.  He needed the enormous stress relief their union brought him.
He needed her love, that held the promise of being a family some day.

He opened his eyes.....

Her breasts hung right in front of his face.
Every second, like a pendulum on a grandfather clock, her right nipple dragged across his nose......

He stared at it and watched it; his eyes swinging up & down in perfect timing with her. There was nothing lovelier in the universe than a woman's breasts.

He was hypnotized with her beauty.  He stared & refused to blink........his visual cortex feeding her cleavage into his mind. And pushing the haunting of Rudolph's last few minutes .....out.

He fought his urges again, putting her enjoyment first, before his.
He could barely hear her steady moans, purposely quiet as the house was full of ears and the walls thin.

He saw the last Rebel pleading with his eyes for mercy......just as Robert increased his stranglehold.......

Robert's eyes were wide open now; his pupils  dilated, and only seeing what swung up & down, repeatedly in front of him.
Her skin was sleek, with a hue of pretty feminine sweat.

He was the rebel who laughed after Rudolf fell to the ground......Robert watched the life drain out of the mans eyes, as his massively powerful hands crushed his throat.
Robert dropped the man and vomited; for the God fearing man, death is evil.

Stop!!  Robert yelled out in silent frustration.
He just needed to be alone with her; with no memories of the horrors of war.

He wrestled again with his memories, forcing them to leave. He was close, and right here is where a mans thoughts of other things can overtake his desires......allowing a dreadful softness to begin.....

He allowed himself to moan, he liked moaning; it sped things up a notch.  He felt Cindy's soft hand over his lips......shhhhhh!!

But even his muffled moans caused Cindy to increase her speed, which in turn, brought Robert to his point of no return......once he crossed that line, there was no stopping, or shutting things down.......

Suddenly, out of his control, his launch chamber filled, a very short countdown automatically began. He had no control now......nature had taken over. His body released pheromones that made her feel safe and protected with him. Her body immediately responded and prepared to take his seed.
They were one now; their bodies in a dance designed millions of years ago.

His strength was overwhelmed by a recent engagement with the Rebels. Jocks, the Marine Scout was there,
Amy & Robin, and the steady
Captain Hammond whose nickname, given by his men, was George Washington.

Her breasts, in his eyes, were like a pair of gorgeous matches, lighting a cannon.......... In just seconds his visual cortex sent a command.... Fire!!!! 
He groaned and reached up and grabbed Cindy's breasts and squeezed.......