Comrades

Jack didn't arrive at the funeral until 10 minutes before the end. It had taken a long time for the commander to give him the 10 days home leave, but he had fought doggedly to get it. He was just able to catch a transport flight and raced to the cemetery in a cab. He stood at the very back and saluted as Roger's casket was lowered. He was one of the last to step up to Roger's widow, Jenny, and offered her his hand in condolence. She cried out softly and hugged him fiercely. "I knew you would come!" she said. Tears ran down her cheeks like a torrent.

He had to ride with her in the funeral home's pompous limousine, not comfortable in the parade uniform or in the company of so many chattering, smacking and drinking people he didn't know. Jenny's house was like all on the military bases: a large living room, two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom and garage. Jenny had furnished it nicely and tastefully, so that you quickly felt at home. He could only exchange a few words with Jenny, thank God the state was not stingy in honoring its fallen son, she would get a good pension and be able to stay in the house on the base. He would have to sleep here, of course, Jenny said with finality, the empty house would fall on her head otherwise.

Jack had only one drink. He had given up drinking 8 years ago, that was the last time he was with Roger and Jenny. He stayed iron dry, he didn't want to go down in a drunken stupor like his parents. Jenny had gotten a big and fat ass and — yes, it was unmistakable — she drank quite a lot. Jack kept silently in the background, clutching his drink, which he had only sipped. He ate something from the buffet, but he wasn't very hungry. Finally the last of them left, and the caterers cleared the buffet, drinks and dishes. Jenny sighed when everyone was gone. "Sit down, Jack!" she said with relief, "I'm just going to go change, this tight dress is killing me!"

He sat down with his drink and heard her showering next door. He remembered how he and Roger used to date girls after school and when they could, they would both fuck the girl one after the other. They had started working at the same company after school, he and Roger were inseparable. Roger was like a brother to him, the orphan. Jack was of Hispanic descent, Roger came from a proud black family. Roger kept dating the slender beauty Jenny, acting very secretive and not taking him on dates yet. Jenny was the one, Roger said, she was the woman to marry! They had both fallen madly in love with each other and Jenny had let Roger deflower her very, very shyly, as he proudly reported.

Jack remembered how they had fucked the first time. Sometimes the three of them met, they had a lot of fun together and Roger fucked Jenny as often as he could. Jenny was very shy and terribly ashamed at the first time when Roger undressed and exposed her naked in front of Jack, pushing her thighs apart and spreading her cunt with his fingers. Roger pushed Jack forward so he could examine his lover's jewels. Jack clicked his tongue, what a beautiful little cunt! Then Roger fucked her while Jack watched the two of them drunkenly smiling as they fucked, reaching out his fingers to feel Jenny's cunt during their fucking. Jack kept drinking and nodding at her affirmatively, she didn't have to be embarrassed, he had said, they always did it that way. She was a very pretty girl, Jack purred, he hadn't seen such a beautiful cunt in a long time, her flowerlight shining pink on her beautiful black skin, he added poetically, groping her cunt insecurely and drunk. She looked uncertainly and confusedly at Roger, who nodded in agreement. Confused, she opened her thighs and Jack sobered up in one fell swoop. He reached down to Jenny's clit and rubbed it deftly, quickly and very effectively. She wrenched her eyes open and held her breath, his fingers making her clit dance and lightning bolts shot through her body. Her thighs trembled and she looked to Roger for help, but he just grinned. Her thighs trembled more and more violently and after a few moments she shyly withdrew from his greedy fingers. She tried in vain to suppress her orgasm, but her knees knocked together several times in orgasm. She smiled shyly and girlishly and felt somehow ashamed, because she was often been masturbated but only by her intimate girlfriends until now and never by a boy. Now Roger urged her to fuck Jack, too. Roger had to coax Jenny for a very long time until she gave in. She knew, after all, that he and Jack had fucked every girl together so far. Jack was already pretty drunk, but he sobered up in one fell swoop. He sat down next to the naked Jenny and quickly undressed. Roger demanded of Jenny with great emphasis that she fuck Jack, they always did! Jenny no longer dared to contradict Roger, lay down and dutifully opened her thighs. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she looked uncertainly and fearfully at Jack. Jenny had given in very unsteadily and wept bitterly as Jack mounted her. She cried and reached for his cock, sighing and crying endlessly as she dutifully moved his cock into position and slowly let him penetrate her, crying bitterly. "Yes, that's my good girl!" she heard Roger murmur, and now Jack was penetrating her as deeply as he could. Now she very shyly and girlishly gave herself to Jack's cock and he fucked her with great pleasure, because she could really fuck well. She was one of the few black women who orgasmed very easily. She was already very tired and exhausted after all the fucking and orgasming with Roger and she let Jack fuck her resistanceless. She gasped and moaned and after some times orgasmed. That triggered Jack's squirting instantly, he squirted off, squirting jet after jet into Jenny's quivering vagina. Finally she stopped crying only at the end, when the fucking was over. They fucked as a threesome for the next two years and Jenny really enjoyed it. First she always let Roger fuck her with his big black rod and got wonderful orgasms, and after that when Jack fucked the really tired girl with his smaller one, she orgasmed softly and gently mostly only once, with that she triggered his squirting. She knew that Roger liked to watch her masturbate and when the two guys had fucked to exhaustion, she would spread her long slender legs and masturbate in front of them with passion. They both fucked her every day until Jenny already had a huge belly and they were only allowed to fuck her very carefully. Jack had enlisted in the Marines and it was off to Iraq very quickly.

He was jolted out of his memories when Jenny walked in. She was wearing only a semi‐sheer dress and nothing underneath, he realized immediately. She continued to drink heavily and deliberately and frivolously showed him every inch of her body so that he could not avert his eyes of her pussy. She was still a pretty young woman, the shoulder‐length wavy black hair framed her friendly face. The slim black thighs merged into the big round ass. She noticed his gaze, of course, and opened her thighs a little more. "So, do you like what you see?" she asked in a cooing voice. He nodded without lifting his eyes from her pussy and said she had a shaved pussy now unlike before. Jenny smiled. She had been shaved in the hospital before giving birth and Roger had then urged her to keep shaving, saying her cunt looked even hotter. Abruptly she interrupted herself and asked how Roger had really died, the military had told her only vague and few details. He had to describe how Roger had perished, after all he had talked to Roger daily on the phone or they exchanged mails. They were stationed in different places, but since Kevin's death Roger had sought contact with him. He reported only what she already knew. Roger's commando had driven the Humvee into an explosive device and Roger, who was in the passenger seat, was blown apart by the device. Both legs torn off, he was dead after a minute as was the driver. Jenny cried heartbreakingly and Jack sat with her on the couch. He put her head on his shoulder, hugged her and stroked her back soothingly. Jenny smelled fresh and clean, but the smell of booze stung his nose at the same time. No, Roger didn't have to suffer long, certainly not, he murmured in her ear, he was dead in an instant! The comrades in the second and third Humvee recovered the injured and the two dead and took them to the base.

Jenny dried her tears and continued to drink heavily, she let her knees slide apart as if unintentionally and he could not tear his eyes away from her naked pussy. They chatted about how she was doing on the base. She really got into it, how generously the state took care of them all, how wonderfully the soldiers' wives stuck together. And there were only a few black sheep who cheated on their husbands. She looked at him with big black eyes when he asked. No, she had never cheated on Roger, never! She had promised him that, sworn to him by God and her salvation, when he was detached to Iraq. "I've only fucked two men in my whole life," Jenny said hoarsely, looking him straight in the eye, "only Roger and you."

He nodded quickly, wanting to leave the subject quickly. Jenny got up and went to pee. Just like Roger, he had visited the brothel once or twice a month, the mostly fat Arab girls with their pitch black pussies were not to his taste. He much preferred the willowy girls from Ethiopia or Eritrea, they had jet black skin and light pink pussies like Jenny. They were silent and were much more passionate at fucking than the Arab girls. He was very ashamed of this because these girls were probably enslaved or captives. Three or four times a year he got a week's home leave, so he secretly visited the wives of his comrades, those who were keen to getting fucked. He usually didn't have to call around for long, every time he found one. The sneakiness didn't bother him at all, the fucking was almost always of the finest and he fucked as much as he could. He didn't feel bad, these comrades were not his friends like Roger, whose wife Jenny he adamantly avoided. He would lose his friend and brother forever.

Jenny came back and sat very close. She had been thinking and needed to get it off her chest. She finished her drink and immediately poured herself another. "I must something confess, for the sake of truth," Jenny continued very thoughtfully, cuddling closest to him, "I had passionate sex with two women. They were lonely, I was lonely. We were doomed to remain faithful to our husbands and we had no choice but to masturbate. Masturbate, masturbate, masturbate! — So one thing led to another, my dear Jack!" she concluded the confession. Jack had no clue about sex between women and said so. Jenny clasped him more intimately and described to him that they masturbated together, sometimes each other, but rather rarely. "We spent hours making out, cuddling, caressing each others body and cunts. We kissed like you kiss a man, we got really hot with French kisses, then it was just a tiny step to masturbating. Mostly we pushed against each other and masturbated ourselves, only a couple of times we did it to each other, but that wasn't as good as masturbating ourselves. That's when you have a clear feedback." Jenny leaned her head against his shoulder, her nipples had become stiff, he could see that. Jack noticed that Jenny was gently caressing the stiff nipples as she continued the storytelling.

"The second woman had taught me fucking clit‐on‐clit. We lay in the missionary position, me mostly on the bottom. We crossed our legs so they formed an X." Jack felt Jenny's hand drop down and disappear between her thighs. "Now you could feel the two clits pressing against each other, the two pussies pressing against each other like two fish mouths kissing. The one on top was now thrusting like a man, she was really fucking the one on the bottom very hard. We just had to learn that our clits did not lose each other even in the highest excitement. This was no longer girlish play, my dear, this was real fucking!" Jack put a hand on hers, because he was actually uncomfortable with Jenny masturbating now. But she continued masturbating unperturbed. "We fucked every night for one‐two weeks, and I quickly learned to lie on top and fuck her like a man. Our orgasms made us scream out loud, it was so wonderful!" Jenny continued to masturbate undaunted. "I then broke it off. It was real fucking and I had sworn high and holy fidelity to Roger. I never wanted to cheat on Roger, but this was close! — But for a few days it was the most beautiful and wonderful sex!" Jenny gasped loudly now. "Jack, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She pressed her lips onto his neck to keep from crying out loud as the orgasm made her wince violently a few times. They sat still and silent for a couple of minutes. She had missed Roger and fucking a lot during those years, Jenny whispered. She whispered "Sorry, but I really needed it right now, the memories of that girl fucking are still driving me nuts! A hundred times I had the phone already in my hand to call her, but then I thought of Roger and went to masturbate immediately!" Jack grumbled that was okay, she needed it after all, that he could understand. Jenny snuggled up to him gratefully. She masturbated every night, of course, she whispered, but without Roger it was only half a thing. ‐ Quietly she whispered that every few months she couldn't take it anymore and invited the girlfriend over for a sleepover, despite her guilty conscience towards Roger. They fucked all night until morning, fucking each other's brains out, screaming their orgasms into the night. Then it was good again for weeks. That had been going on for 4 years, Jenny added softly, kissing Jack's neck through her remorseful tears.

"I'm very tired," Jack said, "still in Iraq at midnight tonight and then the miserable elongated flight . . ." He broke off and got up to get the blanket next from the TV. Jenny finished her drink, stood up and seemed indecisive. She couldn't find the right words. He nodded to her and wished her good night, then spread the blanket on the couch. Jenny had gone into her bedroom. He decided not to shower now, stripped down to his boxers, and lay down. He gradually dozed off.

Roger had kept sending him pictures of their son Kevin, a sweet, dear little boy. Roger joked that Kevin looked a lot like his father. Jack knew what Roger meant, the little guy was really noticeably brighter than his parents, but he had to be Roger's son! Jenny agreed with him too, Roger said on the phone with a grin, but then they agreed amicably. Kevin was Roger's son, period! Roger had also committed to military service and would soon arrive in Iraq. They now talked daily on the phone and wrote emails to each other after four years of sparse contact. Roger came to Iraq, but they were in different bases. — Then the disaster struck.

Little Kevin had been run over by a car and killed while playing with the neighbors kids in the street. Roger immediately flew home. When he returned, he made accusations to Jenny that she should have taken better care of the 5‐year‐old. That the drunk driver had been sentenced to three years didn't help anyone. Jack was a good and reliable friend to Roger, he was not a psychiatrist, of course, but he was able to gradually straighten Roger out. It was a bad blow to his marriage, of course, but he regained his composure and no longer thought about divorce. Roger went back to regular home visits and reconciled with Jenny. "We fucked all week long like we did in the early days," he said on the phone with a grin, and Jack laughed with him.

Jack slept the watchful sleep of soldiers, the slightest sound waking him. Jenny was standing naked in the moonlight. No, it was not the moon, it was the street lights. Jenny came closer, he sat up. She struggled for words. "I can't sleep alone tonight," she said softly, "please come and lie with me!" He nodded, "Okay, I'm coming!" She led the way and he stood up, looking at her body from behind. Her ass had become fat and plump, he thought, she used to be slim and graceful like a black gazelle. He shook the thoughts out of his head. It wasn't about her body, she was dead sad and couldn't fall asleep.

He hugged her brotherly as they lay in bed. He shooed away all other thoughts, he had been in the brothel only two weeks ago and that was unthinkable now, they had just buried Roger a few hours ago. She clung to him like a lover, but he at least kept his distance inside. She cried and he let her cry. She sought physical contact, she needed physical contact. She stopped crying and cuddled up to him that it took his breath away. But when she put her hand on the boxers, felt the stiff cock and started to pull the boxers down, he grabbed her hand. "No, don't!" he said softly, not explaining that he was grieving for his brother without crying. They lay quietly side by side for half an hour. She had dozed off. He released her hand from him and turned his back to her, wanting to sleep.

She was awake, he could feel that, even though his back was to her. He could feel her every move, he could feel that she had started masturbating. He scolded himself a donkey and pressed a hand on his cock, for her masturbation was rapidly making him horny. He wrestled with himself, was he just an asshole donkey or an honest friend? Jenny masturbated for a very long time and gasped very loudly at the end. It was not new to him but it was still very exciting. Finally he heard her long breaths and fell asleep too.

The next day he showered before breakfast and put on fresh clothes, he accompanied Jenny on all her ways. They sat on the couch for two hours after dinner and talked. She thawed and told him about the charity organization she had been involved in for years. He listened intently because it made sense what she was doing. He drank orange juice and she drank her booze. She was quite drunk by the time they went to bed. Swaying slightly, she supplied the blanket next to the TV. "You're sleeping with me," she said, noting it wasn't a question. "And you fuck me," she added in the same tone, "I don't like masturbating tonight!" He was a little surprised by her directness, but he said nothing.

They were lying in bed entwined and he had kept his boxers on. She turned on the little light, she was definitely drunk and hot as hell. She started to take off his boxers. Although his cock was already popping out in anticipation, he stopped her hand and shook his head. "I can't, Jenny, I really can't" he said softly. "Just masturbate yourself, fine and passionately," he squeezed out, "watching is fun too!" He had expected her protest, but she settled down and masturbated. He looked at her masturbation very closely, her big ass was thankfully not visible. She parted her light pink labia with one hand, rubbing her clit up and down and all around with one finger. Her clit was still as small as before, but it was swollen deep red and resisted stubbornly her fingertip with its stiffness, again and again and again. She had been masturbating for 25 minutes now, but now she spread her legs wide apart and he got insanely horny from watching. She now started to gasp loudly and although he didn't touch himself, a bright jet squirted out of his cock over his thighs. He was stunned and covered himself in shame. What an asshole donkey he was, he scolded himself, there lying next to you is a hot woman I had fucked a thousand times and she is writhing lustily in orgasm! She turned out the light. He heard her long breaths and fell asleep too.

She said nothing the next night as they went to bed. He took off his boxers as a sign that he was now ready. She gently embraced him as he lay on top of her. "Foreplay is off today," he said with a grin, "we already had that yesterday!" Jenny laughed loud and gleefully. "Yes, come fuck me!" she murmured almost inaudibly, spreading her legs willingly. Her vagina is still as tight as before, as if she hadn't given birth, Jack thought. He fucked her for a very long time, having already squirted out the first wild load yesterday. Jenny came very quickly to orgasm and clung to him, he could clearly feel her wild twitching. He continued, he wanted to bring her to orgasm again today. He briefly had the old image in his mind: Roger's massive dick pounding in Jenny's virgin hole. He had seen that a hundred times. Jenny sighed and gasped loudly, she was on the verge of her orgasm. He thrust faster and faster and Jenny's orgasm erupted. She clung to him and her twitching vagina triggered his squirting. He squirted violently, squirting jet after jet inside while thrusting hard inside. He let himself fall to the side.

Jenny cuddled and kissed him off. "Just like in old times!" she whispered, and he sensed that she was completely sober now. "Yeah," he said weakly, "only we're ten years older!"

He stayed until the end of the week. They fucked in the mornings, afternoons and nights as often as he could. They didn't talk much about it, that wasn't their way. They sat on the stone bench next to the entrance door and enjoyed the sunshine. He felt a strange, pleasant peace that he had long forgotten. "If it's a boy, name him Roger, Roger junior" he said with his eyes closed, feeling her nod in agreement without looking to her.

It is so beautiful and peaceful here, Jack thought.