Vietnam Prisoner Of War

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Vietnam Prisoner Of WarI was enlisted in the army in the 60’s. Boot camp was hell, but I made it through. Some one must have liked me because I got assigned to be a paratrooper in 101st Airborne Division. Before I knew it I was shipping out for Vietnam. First time out of the USA, and it sure as hell was nothing like home. The people, the jungle, it was all foreign. The Vietcong hated us, but goddamn we weren’t about to lay down. We came there to fight and we came there to win.Three months into my deployment we got some radio chatter from deep in the Pleiku province. 14th Infantry unit was pinned down and needed support ASAP. We got the order, saddled up few a huey UH-1 gunship helicopters, and rode out. When we arrived the situation was grim. The 14th was surrounded on all sides. The gunships rained hell. This gave the 14th some cover, but would be enough. Our pilot hovered over a good spot for us bursa escort to jump out. Just as we jumped the Vietcong began lighting up the hueys with heavy machine gun fire and the bird was downed.The carnage was unbelievable. The stench of blood, sweat, and spent gunpowder filled the air. I tried to get my footing but a sharp pain coursed through my left leg. Stumbling to the ground l took a last breath and fell.When I opened my eyes, I was in a hut. Immediately I grabbed for my side arm, but the pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt. My arm bandage was spotted with crimson blood. Trying to wrap my brain around what had happen and what state I was in, and passed out again. I came to with what I thought to be an angel over me. Hair as black as the night sky, and beautiful full breasts which pressed tight the dress she was wearing as she leaned over me. I jumped a sharp pain in my arm, startling bursa escort bayan her. She looked at me with her wide eyes. She came back over and began changing my bandages as she unwrapped them, view of her round ass which I could just see the bottom of as she leaned across me to change the dressings on my wounds. The pain was mixed her soft touch and I was as hard as steel.Transitioning to the wound on my chest, she paused. I met her wide eyes and saw she was eyeing the huge bulge in my tattered pants. After what felt like forever, she reach down and began undoing them. I tried to voice my protest but even speaking hurt, my voice was dry and a weird sound came out when I tried to speak. She paused looked back at me then to my bulge and the undid my pants.My rod sprang out at attention and a bright smile filled the angels face. I could see her hard nipples poking out from her dress. escort bursa She wrapped her hand around my rod and began to stroke. It had been almost a year since I had felt a woman’s touch and the pleasure was out weighing the pain. Precum appeared on my tip, and as she noticed it she took me into her mouth. The wetness of her mouth was heavenly. Suddenly she got up. I could see the desire in her eyes. She let her dress fall off, reveling the body of a goddess. Perfect breasts with black pubes covering her mound. She positioned herself over me and slowly lower down. Her wet cunt enveloped all of me as she moaned and said something. I couldn’t understand and at that point I wouldn’t have cared. She began riding me slowly at first. The speed picked up and the pace of her breath and moans quickened. The pleasure I was feeling overtook all of the pain as each pump milked my cock for it’s precious load. She cried out in bliss as her body quivered uncontrollably. The wetness, her cries, were too much to handed and I let lose shooting my seed as deep as it would go. She stopped quivering, got up put her dress back on, and walked out.

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