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The boy in this story is a nineteen year old war veteran.  The woman is
thirty eight.
WARNING! To those of you who are not yet eighteen be advised.  The
government will eagerly  send you off to war, to kill people, when you
are seventeen.  But you are too immature to know about sex, so don't
read this story, because you mind might rot.  And when you're in the
boonies lugging an M16 don't you dare drink from a bottle of liquor
until you reach age twenty one.
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   The Boy Veteran

   The desert heat dissipated in the approaching dusk, although the dryness
of the air persisted.  The asphalt road remained hot under Frank's feet as
he waited in the quickening gloom for a car to come, to stop and give him a
ride to Clovis, where he would enjoy a bowl of marvelous chili and then
drink through the evening.  He had made this trip almost every evening for
the past ten days, which helped ease the boredom of his temporary
assignment at the air base.

   Cars from the base always stopped.  One did not have to wag a thumb.  It
got dark too suddenly and Frank shuffled his feet impatiently not seeing
the glare of any headlights.  He worried about snakes and nasty insects as
the starry heaven opened up above him.

   A car finally turned onto the highway from the road to the base and
immediately stopped to pick up a passenger.

   "Going to Clovis?" a female voice sounded from the driver's side of the
car.

   "Yes, ma'am," Frank replied, and he got into the vehicle without
unnecessary invitation.

   It was a Hudson, he noticed, perhaps two years old, although it still
had a fresh aroma about it.  In the dark Frank could not make out the
driver except to know that he was sitting next to a women who had a
marvelous smell.  They drove along for awhile in silence, the sparse desert
speeding past them.  Frank leaned his head back against the seat and
listened to the radio blaring out Hank Williams singing "Hey, Good
Lookin'".

   "What do you do?" the woman inquired, not looking at him.

   "I'm here for the manoeuvres.  I'm a radio operator from Shaw."

   "South Carolina?"

   "Ya."

   "My husband and I were once stationed at Shaw.  It's a miserable place."

   "I won't defend it."

   "Will you be here long?"

   "No, just for a few more days, maybe a week."

   The lights of Clovis grew closer, and they were soon into town, the
street lamps illuminating the car.  Frank stole a quick glance at the
driver, discovering her to be a woman in her thirties, pretty and not fat.
The car turned into the main street which was ablaze in neon.

   "You appear to be too young to be an airman," the woman said as they
waited for a red light.

   "I'm nineteen," Frank responded with a bit of irritation.  "I've served
in Korea."

   "Oh," was all that the woman could respond.  The war was not yet over.

   "You could let me out anywhere here."

   "You're here for the chili and a few drinks, aren't you?" she asked.

   "What else?" Frank replied, knowing that there was nothing else in
Clovis.  If one wanted a girl to hire, that would require a drive of about
thirty minutes north to a notorious whore house, which he could not afford.

   "I'm in the mood for chili," the woman suddenly said.  "I'll buy."

   Frank looked straight at the attractive woman, who smiled grandly back
at him.  He did not think about sex, because he could not conceive of doing
it with a woman twice his age, but he was a very lonely guy.  He wanted
company.

   "The place just up ahead has some real hot stuff." he suggested.

   "Well, that's were we'll go."

   * * *

   "I'm Anna," the woman announced, looking shyly at Frank as they sat down
at a table in the small eatery.

   "Frank, my name is Frank," the young man stuttered, seeing the woman
clearly in the light for the first time, intimidated by her pretty
motherliness.  He had never know his mom, who died when he was an infant.

   "Well, Frank, we have a common interest in good chili.  But I have to
tell you that there is better chili up in Tucumcari just north of us,
although that's too far to go just for a bowl of this," she said, pointing
her spoon at the spicy food.

   "I've heard of the place."

   "Well, ya, it's a bit wild up there."

   "Why do you have to go all that way to get wild?" Frank heard himself
say, blurting it out and then blushing.

   "You're right, sweetie," Anna said, taking hold of one of the young
man's fingers.  "We don't have to drive that far.  We can have a couple of
drinks here in Clovis and then, you know, settle in."

   "I'm not old enough to drink," Frank responded with a hint of bitterness
in his voice.  "There's only this one place that'll let me in."

   "You've been through a war, sweetie.  You're old enough for me.  I'll
get us something to drink, and then we can go back to my house, that is, if
you don't mind."

   Frank nodded his assent.  He was almost certain about what the woman had
in mind, and he was willing, if not eager to oblige her.

   "My husband is in Germany at present," Anna stated, smiling at the
boyish young man, confirming his suspicions.

   * * *

   Anna's house was a very modest cottage, set almost alone on a dusty
street at the edge of town.  There was a transient quality about the place,
which lacked fencing and landscaping, as far as one could tell in the
bright moonlight.  Frank, carrying the paper bag in which three bottles of
liquor rattled together, followed the woman to her front door.

   "Well, here we are," the woman announced as she flicked on the light and
invited her guest to enter.  "It's not much, but it's home, at least for
the next year or two."

   The kitchen nook with a table near by was not separated from the living
room, which was quite small.  The two doors along the far wall gave access,
Frank surmised, to a bathroom and a bedroom.

   "Take off your shoes, Frank.  Get comfortable," Anna said quietly,
looking at the boy, lust quivering her insides.  "What'll you have,
Canadian, vodka or tequila?"

   "Canadian, please, with a bit of water," Frank replied, looking at the
woman fussing at the counter near the sink.  She was as tall as he with
brown hair that fell to her shoulders.  He found her to be agreeably
slender, although her broad hips and substantial breasts were more than he
had previously experienced.  He had never had sex with a girl older than
sixteen, and they had all been prostitutes, all of them Korean.

   Frank began to feel nervous about the situation as Anna turned to him
and approached the couch with the drinks.  He was unpractised in courting
rituals with girls his own age, and he didn't have a clue about how to
behave with this lovely, older woman.

   "Here's to us," Anna said, raising her glass to his after she sat on the
couch next to him.  She stared at him as they sipped the drinks, aware of
his nervousness, delighted by it.  This time I have found a treasure, she
thought.

   "Am I too old for you?" she asked, her smile causing the only wrinkle on
her face.

   Frank was visibly flustered.  "You're beautiful," he blurted out.

   "That's so sweet of you, Frankie, but I know that I'm just a bit
pretty."

   Anna placed her unfinished drink on the coffee table.  Frank gulped down
the rest of his and also put the glass on the table.  They stared at each
other, ready to engage.

   This is so delicious, Anna thought to herself, he's almost like a virgin
boy.

   "Have you ever had a girl, Frankie, one that you didn't pay for?" she
said, squirming herself closer to the boy, placing her hand on his knee.

   Frank, embarrassed, shook his head.  He was excited by her familiar
touch.

   The woman brought the boy's willing head to her bosom and he nestled his
face there with an arm around her waist.

   "Do you want to suck on them, baby?"

   Frank nodded, fumbling awkwardly with the buttons of her blouse.

   "Let me help you," Anna purred, and the garment was quickly on the floor
soon joined by her bra.

   The boy grasped the firm, large tits with both hands, staring with
excitement into the woman's pretty face.

   "If you kiss me, darling, you may do anything to me, absolutely
anything."

   Frank pulled her head to his with one hand, the other squeezing a soft
breast.  They kissed like lovers starved for sex.

   "Slow down, baby.  We have time.  Do you have an overnight pass?"

   "I have a weekend pass."

   "Oooh," Anna squealed in delight.  "We have the whole weekend!  Stand
up, pretty.  I want to undress you."

   Frank stood, undoing the buttons of his shirt as Anna unhitched his
belt. His shirt and trousers were quickly off, and the boy stood before the
woman in his socks and underpants which tented dramatically.  The young man
was eager to fuck.

   "Baby," Anna exclaimed.  "How can a big guy like you have so little
hair?"

   He is just beautiful, she thought as she knelt before him, running her
hands up and down his sleek, shapely thighs, pale and seemingly virginal.
She pulled down his underpants to discover a considerable penis, its eye
moist.  She put a hand on the rod and pumped it once bringing forth a
lubricious dollop which she licked away with a flick of her tongue.

   "Darling, you even taste beautiful," she said, getting to her feet,
running her hand across the boy's hairless chest.

   She squeezed her breasts against Frank in a tight embrace and they
kissed again passionately.

   "Let me get the rest of my clothes off, baby," Anna said breathlessly,
extremely aroused.

   Frank went to his knees and assisted her, pulling down her slacks,
taking them off, licking her thighs, which were slightly broad.  He inhaled
her aroma, which came from her moist panties, behind which he could almost
discern a generous pubic bush.  This is new.  This is better than anything
before, he thought as he pulled down those panties and nuzzled his face in
her hairy wetness.

   "Oh, God, Frankie!  Lick on me," Anna cried as she sat forcefully onto
the couch, her legs spread widely.

   Frank positioned his head between the woman's thighs, knowing what to
do, although he had never done it before.  He licked, nibbled and sucked
gently on the woman's large clit, quickly causing her to scream out again
and again.

   "Please, darling, I can't take any more," Anna whimpered, pulling his
head up.  But Frank knelt and pushed his fat cock into her all the way in a
single thrust.

   "Oh, God, oh God!" she cried aloud, clawing at his shoulders as the boy
rammed home repeatedly.  The woman half reclined on the couch, slack,
almost comatose, when Frank finally let go with an uninhibited yell as he
spewed, spewed and spewed.

   * * *

   "Baby, you've ruined me.  I'm not good for any other guy after you,"
Anna mused softly, stroking the head of the sleeping boy as they lay on the
bed, his mouth on a tit.  He had done her twice more that evening, and she
had passed out both times from the ecstasy.

   "I'll have to adopt you.  I can't let you go."





   

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