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In a mountainous valley in the southwest, plans are afoot to take the war to the enemy. Col Lewis has been working an average of 20 hour days with no days off. This Sunday morning he has managed to drag himself out of bed and heads to the chapel in town. He sits at the back and can't help but doze, even in these uncomfortable pews, as the chaplain delivers a brief non-denominational sermon. He rolls in discomfort as his memories flash back to sleeping on the wooden floor of his grandmother's establishment. He senses the delicate perfume of a woman as it activates his brain receptors. It has the same scent as the envelope containing the picture entrusted to him by the doctor at Walter Reed, Maryland. This Army surgeon- bird colonel- became wide eyed with hope as he learned the recently promoted flight officer would be stationed in the same general area as his farm. In return for his discretion he will make sure the colonel wants for nothing. He goes on to describe how difficult it has been to be away from his farm and family. He genuinely misses his secret treasure Estelle. Ordinarily he would never even show his wife's picture to any other men, but he needs to be sure his messenger can find her and watch over her. The Doctor's instructions to him, a letter for his wife and a sealed care package of vet medicine for the provisional cavalry accompany him to his new posting. When he has settled on board his train, he takes out the picture of the the Dr.'s wife and whistles with delight. He starts to doze as the hum of the rails lull him to sleep. The image of the most angelic woman he's ever seen comes into dreams and takes up housekeeping for him. She pampers him and delivers endless kisses before she mounts him like a Valkyrie thrusting her ankles into his sides as he charges into her. Ah, this must be the kind of dream where you think you are awake, but your mind is playing pranks. He inhales a field of flowers on a country road on a spring day as a young boy on the way to to grandma's for the Sunday meal. Such exquisite lips, such large dark eyes, this can only be a forest nymph or sprite. She extends her delicate hand to him, he stares almost stunned as if in a stupor, unsure if she means to pull him up with one hand. Does she mean to shake his hand in a strangely hospitable gesture in a church during mass ? Is she indicating she wishes him to pull her down with him so that she may experience a romantic evening that leads to ecstasy? Surely not ! Not here ! In the middle of all these..in the middle of this empty chapel with the sun now high in the sky. He reaches out to take her hand and he moans with joy- the angel has appeared incarnate. " You don't look well, Let's stop by the witch doctor. Oh I'm so sorry you beautiful man! I meant, well you'll see." The blush extended from her cheeks down to the beginning of a barely noticeable cleavage. The white cotton blouse had simple embroidery and was accented in lace. As his eyes focused on her torso, he realized that the pearl white color of her blouse was really her ivory white skin peering through the fine gossamer fabric.
"The fact that you are even aware you may have given offense shows you are a remarkable lady of breeding and class. Forgive me for being so forward, surely your husband, or the chaplain..," he remembers he is an officer and a gentleman. A black gentleman at that, something rarely seen by most of the folks here.
"The chaplain is away performing last rites and my husband is at Walter Reed for the foreseeable future." she responds. " You must be the colonel. Col Lewis I'm happy to finally be able to match a face to the name. I'm Estelle. Estelle Gonzaga. I apologize for not making your acquaintance sooner. Your men are billeted at my family's farm. Your accent is familiar, New England ? - oh my !"
"Oh please, please, Miss Gonzaga, the fault is purely mine. I've been required by my superiors to remain at my station making preparations. I wish I could tell you more. Our country is indebted to Americans such as yourself.." he realizes he is using precise and soapy language as he decides to hook and reel this beauty in. "I apologize, you must think me a bore. Actually I attended school in Connecticut. New Haven. I've been fortunate to have come this far, and now I am so glad to have done so."
"Oh no colonel, you have the charm of a prep school bon vivant- so much bluster and grand gestures. My husband was much the same when we met. That silver tongue could...." She blushes, silence and then they both chuckle at her near Freudian slip.
"Miss Gonzaga, I mean Mrs. Gonzaga, I assumed you were the daughter of Dr. Gonzaga, again I am at your mercy. My words fail me in my ineptitude.." She looks into his eyes and beams the most disarming smile at him- he is in her spell. She notices their reflection in the windows at the back of the chapel; a Gonzaga woman in casual dress in public courtship with a black officer. Not good. She tells him of 'the chateau', a small in-law cottage nearby as a more appropriate setting for 2 adults. "You probably haven't slept well in weeks, your spine is twisted terribly. You need a back treatment. I have a vehicle we can use. I'm gonna skip the trip to the witch pharmacist in town. I have liniment and ointments you won't get at that awful market."
As he drives the doctor's wife, he can't help but notice the farm is laid out strategically, like a fort. The area has history, but nothing of import. However the entire property has strategically placed buildings with overlapping fields of fire. The turnabouts on the road here are many and seem random, adding to the confusion. The International pulls up to what appears to be a lodge of some sort dug into the side of the mountain. Hidden from the rest of the valley by the many folds and peaks, it's easy to get lost out here after dark. He exits the truck with his coat and cap in his arm, she has a bag in one arm. He gently moves to place his arm around her waist as they enter the cottage like a married couple on vacation. She doesn't seem to mind or cringe away from his touch. They sit at the table and wax nostalgic about New England in the fall. She pulls a small bag from a bin on the shelf and tosses it on the table. Chestnuts ! The roaring fire, the roasting chestnuts, if that weren't enough, she manages to produce a bottle from a... wine cellar ? New York state- as they sip and watch each other's mouth they take turns trying to impress one another with their knowledge of the Catawba variety. In the middle of the carousing and cuddling she stops suddenly and stands up to notice the light smattering of snow flakes through a tiny portal near the ceiling, "That's it colonel we're trapped here !" she jokingly slurs and her hair has become disheveled with the cuddling. Her blouse is rumpled. She stares out the tiny window as he stands and hugs her from behind. He kisses her neck from behind as she loudly cries " no, no NO".
She looks at him with tears in her eyes as she imagined that this tryst with a stranger could actually ease the fear and pain of a recently departed husband. He very slowly moves closer to her face as he gently then aggressively begins to consume her. "We might as well get started on that back rub." he murmurs into her ear.
She nods in agreement as she allows him to pull and tear at her clothes as if he is attacking her in a back alley. But he is ! He is naked in an alleyway near his mother's place in New Haven. The alcove near the fireplace is like a small alley doorway. In the dim light he has a grip on the hair of a light skinned brunette with smallish breasts and a small tuft of black under her belly button. He is lifting her skirt up as she fights to keep it down, with the other hand he has pulled down her back zipper, her bra strap and pulled her panties till they have ripped in his hands, as he chuckles, pleased with his success. He keeps pulling till he has shredded all of her clothes and jams his knee between her legs. While she is flailing with her arms and legs he carefully times his thrust, he gets the head of the large brown meaty shaft between her labia and starts to stir around like mama mixing pancake batter. She shakes her head vigorously no. She pleads and cries and sobs loudly as his large member forces its way into her tiny opening. He's hurting her ! But she is wet and he can feel the tiny hairs on her moist lips as he grabs both her buttocks and squeezes till they sting her and she cries out even louder. At that moment he backs up and plunges into her as she cries out for her husband to please come rescue her. He gets even more aroused by her cries and sobbing as he cruelly pushes his large salami into her canal forcing it to curve up into her pelvis. It seemed like time froze as he was thrusting with all his might into the poor girl, her wailing drowned out by the traffic on the thoroughfares. He can barely hear her over his own greedy, wicked laughter. He shoots into her with all his might as the thick warm sauce drips out of her onto the pavement. "No papi' no. Joo get me pregnet !" WTF ?? He pulls back to see the now angelic woman in a placid repose- like a Madonna. But she is wearing an alluring silk slip and is untouched as a bride in the wedding chamber on the her wedding night. He stands before her stiff from head to toe, moisture gleaming from his naked buttocks and brow. How hasn't he moved ? He finally blurts out "I'm so sorry ! I didn't mean to hurt you ! Please forgive.." she gently puts her fingertips on his lips to silence him. "You didn't hurt me, maybe the little girl you forced yourself on, don't worry she enjoyed the 'date' and wonders about you constantly."
She pulls him to the bedroom onto her grandmother's quilt, she allows the silk slip to fall away as she slithers onto him like a boa. She begins to lick every droplet off of his skin as she explores this muscular Adonis- dark as the domino tiles on the shelf. She kisses his firm abdomen causing him to tighten then relax his stomach. He gives in as she makes love to his shaft, kissing, sucking the large bulb. His extremity is so large, eventually she can't put the head in her mouth. She gasps in amazement as the muscle fibers in his penis seem grow like a soufflé or leavened dough. She can no longer swallow the tip of his head so she focuses underneath and on the many nerve endings there. He convulses and begins to orgasm too soon and pushes her head away. She stops, looks at him and assures him they have all the time in the world, that no one would be able to find him here. She puts on music as they dance in the nude and he slips in and out of her. Maybe it's the angle of his attack, maybe her small body with its' petite openings, but he blows another huge load into her as she sobs and moans. He begins to moan as well in unison as they both laugh and collapse on grandma's quilt. He dozes as she pulls a out a small vile from the nightstand and sprinkles some white powder on his large purple eggplant. The tingling sends him into orbit as he floats above the clouds naked, his shaft deploying itself to improve the aerodynamics. This surreal flight ends with him standing in the cockpit as he is using his hose to fuel the mouth of the muse that gives him these powers of flight. The muse is sucking his gas tank dry, he is spent but she sucking even harder as she gives in to her most wild fantasies. She wants to see his huge hairy sperm sacs up close and begins to gently lick them to savor the taste of his whole crotch a nibble at a time. As much as he found anal sex distasteful, the doctor would oblige his wife occasionally. After a few minutes he would lose control, ejaculate and go straight to the bathroom to hose off. God forbid gangrene set in and force the surgeons to amputate. Now with the aid of the magic powders and creams his battering ram is solid as hickory and easily pushes into her tight sphincter. He can't believe the incredible feast of the senses he is being served. Her perfume, his body scent that sinks into her skin like bath water perfuming her for hours. She bathes in his perspiration as their saliva mixes and his white semen flows into then out of lower body. The caterpillar movements of the inside of her colon pushes out his penis as it rides over the tip of his shaft. He is experiencing the most incredible climax as he pulls completely out and rams his shaft back into her as hard as he can. The screams of a woman being attacked by a monster fill his head and takes him back to the movie house in his hometown. She screams, yet no one is able to help her as this huge black python attacks this poor young woman's insides. He seems to be filled with malice as he violates this young woman again and again. Would the doctor lose his mind knowing his messenger was plunging into this young slip of a wife, probably wrecking her womb for all time. Surely the uncircumcised penis of the less fortunate would pose health risks to a virginal womb waiting for the appropriate time to be fertilized by him, it's rightful owner. How much of the tainted seed can a small woman ingest ? She screams "Deeper ! Deeper !!" as the tip pounds into her like a projectile. He squirts deep into her filling her womb to overflowing. Through out the night she visits the commode to drain out the large loads of his semen mixed with her vaginal fluid. She has a bowel movement that is nothing but his cum. A large warm blob exiting her and splashing below, brings a warm smile to her face. She is satisfied for the first time in months. She has experienced sex full tilt, not worrying about her prissy husband's habits. She fantasizes about being a professional on a street corner in Baltimore or Chicago, servicing black men until all hours. Except for the black servicemen. "No charge, baby. I'm doing my part for the war. " Well why not ? Unsung heroes and the heroines that are their just reward for risking their lives daily. She vows to make her life about serving others. Namely black men who are expected to die to protect American women without partaking of what they are defending. What better morale booster for men whose days may be numbered ?
He dozes in and out of consciousness, never softening, never tiring. "You'll need all your strength to get across the Atlantic." a voice tells him- then darkness.
end of this part.
"The fact that you are even aware you may have given offense shows you are a remarkable lady of breeding and class. Forgive me for being so forward, surely your husband, or the chaplain..," he remembers he is an officer and a gentleman. A black gentleman at that, something rarely seen by most of the folks here.
"The chaplain is away performing last rites and my husband is at Walter Reed for the foreseeable future." she responds. " You must be the colonel. Col Lewis I'm happy to finally be able to match a face to the name. I'm Estelle. Estelle Gonzaga. I apologize for not making your acquaintance sooner. Your men are billeted at my family's farm. Your accent is familiar, New England ? - oh my !"
"Oh please, please, Miss Gonzaga, the fault is purely mine. I've been required by my superiors to remain at my station making preparations. I wish I could tell you more. Our country is indebted to Americans such as yourself.." he realizes he is using precise and soapy language as he decides to hook and reel this beauty in. "I apologize, you must think me a bore. Actually I attended school in Connecticut. New Haven. I've been fortunate to have come this far, and now I am so glad to have done so."
"Oh no colonel, you have the charm of a prep school bon vivant- so much bluster and grand gestures. My husband was much the same when we met. That silver tongue could...." She blushes, silence and then they both chuckle at her near Freudian slip.
"Miss Gonzaga, I mean Mrs. Gonzaga, I assumed you were the daughter of Dr. Gonzaga, again I am at your mercy. My words fail me in my ineptitude.." She looks into his eyes and beams the most disarming smile at him- he is in her spell. She notices their reflection in the windows at the back of the chapel; a Gonzaga woman in casual dress in public courtship with a black officer. Not good. She tells him of 'the chateau', a small in-law cottage nearby as a more appropriate setting for 2 adults. "You probably haven't slept well in weeks, your spine is twisted terribly. You need a back treatment. I have a vehicle we can use. I'm gonna skip the trip to the witch pharmacist in town. I have liniment and ointments you won't get at that awful market."
As he drives the doctor's wife, he can't help but notice the farm is laid out strategically, like a fort. The area has history, but nothing of import. However the entire property has strategically placed buildings with overlapping fields of fire. The turnabouts on the road here are many and seem random, adding to the confusion. The International pulls up to what appears to be a lodge of some sort dug into the side of the mountain. Hidden from the rest of the valley by the many folds and peaks, it's easy to get lost out here after dark. He exits the truck with his coat and cap in his arm, she has a bag in one arm. He gently moves to place his arm around her waist as they enter the cottage like a married couple on vacation. She doesn't seem to mind or cringe away from his touch. They sit at the table and wax nostalgic about New England in the fall. She pulls a small bag from a bin on the shelf and tosses it on the table. Chestnuts ! The roaring fire, the roasting chestnuts, if that weren't enough, she manages to produce a bottle from a... wine cellar ? New York state- as they sip and watch each other's mouth they take turns trying to impress one another with their knowledge of the Catawba variety. In the middle of the carousing and cuddling she stops suddenly and stands up to notice the light smattering of snow flakes through a tiny portal near the ceiling, "That's it colonel we're trapped here !" she jokingly slurs and her hair has become disheveled with the cuddling. Her blouse is rumpled. She stares out the tiny window as he stands and hugs her from behind. He kisses her neck from behind as she loudly cries " no, no NO".
She looks at him with tears in her eyes as she imagined that this tryst with a stranger could actually ease the fear and pain of a recently departed husband. He very slowly moves closer to her face as he gently then aggressively begins to consume her. "We might as well get started on that back rub." he murmurs into her ear.
She nods in agreement as she allows him to pull and tear at her clothes as if he is attacking her in a back alley. But he is ! He is naked in an alleyway near his mother's place in New Haven. The alcove near the fireplace is like a small alley doorway. In the dim light he has a grip on the hair of a light skinned brunette with smallish breasts and a small tuft of black under her belly button. He is lifting her skirt up as she fights to keep it down, with the other hand he has pulled down her back zipper, her bra strap and pulled her panties till they have ripped in his hands, as he chuckles, pleased with his success. He keeps pulling till he has shredded all of her clothes and jams his knee between her legs. While she is flailing with her arms and legs he carefully times his thrust, he gets the head of the large brown meaty shaft between her labia and starts to stir around like mama mixing pancake batter. She shakes her head vigorously no. She pleads and cries and sobs loudly as his large member forces its way into her tiny opening. He's hurting her ! But she is wet and he can feel the tiny hairs on her moist lips as he grabs both her buttocks and squeezes till they sting her and she cries out even louder. At that moment he backs up and plunges into her as she cries out for her husband to please come rescue her. He gets even more aroused by her cries and sobbing as he cruelly pushes his large salami into her canal forcing it to curve up into her pelvis. It seemed like time froze as he was thrusting with all his might into the poor girl, her wailing drowned out by the traffic on the thoroughfares. He can barely hear her over his own greedy, wicked laughter. He shoots into her with all his might as the thick warm sauce drips out of her onto the pavement. "No papi' no. Joo get me pregnet !" WTF ?? He pulls back to see the now angelic woman in a placid repose- like a Madonna. But she is wearing an alluring silk slip and is untouched as a bride in the wedding chamber on the her wedding night. He stands before her stiff from head to toe, moisture gleaming from his naked buttocks and brow. How hasn't he moved ? He finally blurts out "I'm so sorry ! I didn't mean to hurt you ! Please forgive.." she gently puts her fingertips on his lips to silence him. "You didn't hurt me, maybe the little girl you forced yourself on, don't worry she enjoyed the 'date' and wonders about you constantly."
She pulls him to the bedroom onto her grandmother's quilt, she allows the silk slip to fall away as she slithers onto him like a boa. She begins to lick every droplet off of his skin as she explores this muscular Adonis- dark as the domino tiles on the shelf. She kisses his firm abdomen causing him to tighten then relax his stomach. He gives in as she makes love to his shaft, kissing, sucking the large bulb. His extremity is so large, eventually she can't put the head in her mouth. She gasps in amazement as the muscle fibers in his penis seem grow like a soufflé or leavened dough. She can no longer swallow the tip of his head so she focuses underneath and on the many nerve endings there. He convulses and begins to orgasm too soon and pushes her head away. She stops, looks at him and assures him they have all the time in the world, that no one would be able to find him here. She puts on music as they dance in the nude and he slips in and out of her. Maybe it's the angle of his attack, maybe her small body with its' petite openings, but he blows another huge load into her as she sobs and moans. He begins to moan as well in unison as they both laugh and collapse on grandma's quilt. He dozes as she pulls a out a small vile from the nightstand and sprinkles some white powder on his large purple eggplant. The tingling sends him into orbit as he floats above the clouds naked, his shaft deploying itself to improve the aerodynamics. This surreal flight ends with him standing in the cockpit as he is using his hose to fuel the mouth of the muse that gives him these powers of flight. The muse is sucking his gas tank dry, he is spent but she sucking even harder as she gives in to her most wild fantasies. She wants to see his huge hairy sperm sacs up close and begins to gently lick them to savor the taste of his whole crotch a nibble at a time. As much as he found anal sex distasteful, the doctor would oblige his wife occasionally. After a few minutes he would lose control, ejaculate and go straight to the bathroom to hose off. God forbid gangrene set in and force the surgeons to amputate. Now with the aid of the magic powders and creams his battering ram is solid as hickory and easily pushes into her tight sphincter. He can't believe the incredible feast of the senses he is being served. Her perfume, his body scent that sinks into her skin like bath water perfuming her for hours. She bathes in his perspiration as their saliva mixes and his white semen flows into then out of lower body. The caterpillar movements of the inside of her colon pushes out his penis as it rides over the tip of his shaft. He is experiencing the most incredible climax as he pulls completely out and rams his shaft back into her as hard as he can. The screams of a woman being attacked by a monster fill his head and takes him back to the movie house in his hometown. She screams, yet no one is able to help her as this huge black python attacks this poor young woman's insides. He seems to be filled with malice as he violates this young woman again and again. Would the doctor lose his mind knowing his messenger was plunging into this young slip of a wife, probably wrecking her womb for all time. Surely the uncircumcised penis of the less fortunate would pose health risks to a virginal womb waiting for the appropriate time to be fertilized by him, it's rightful owner. How much of the tainted seed can a small woman ingest ? She screams "Deeper ! Deeper !!" as the tip pounds into her like a projectile. He squirts deep into her filling her womb to overflowing. Through out the night she visits the commode to drain out the large loads of his semen mixed with her vaginal fluid. She has a bowel movement that is nothing but his cum. A large warm blob exiting her and splashing below, brings a warm smile to her face. She is satisfied for the first time in months. She has experienced sex full tilt, not worrying about her prissy husband's habits. She fantasizes about being a professional on a street corner in Baltimore or Chicago, servicing black men until all hours. Except for the black servicemen. "No charge, baby. I'm doing my part for the war. " Well why not ? Unsung heroes and the heroines that are their just reward for risking their lives daily. She vows to make her life about serving others. Namely black men who are expected to die to protect American women without partaking of what they are defending. What better morale booster for men whose days may be numbered ?
He dozes in and out of consciousness, never softening, never tiring. "You'll need all your strength to get across the Atlantic." a voice tells him- then darkness.
end of this part.
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