"Hey," she asked, holding up his limp cock. "What's wrong?" She squeezed the bullet-shaped head; jerking the shaft with her closed hand. "I know what work," she said in her broken English. The whore bent down between his knees and slipped her lips over his penis.
"Boy, that's good," said Bert, rocking his hips on the squeaking bed. It was no use, however. Despite the pleasing sensation of the Thai girl's lips, his dick remained soft as putty. "I guess that's that," he groused.
They spent the weekend in the hotel and afterwards, Bert told his buddies what a great gal his whore was. The weekend had been a disaster, however, and when he returned to Saigon, Bert sought out a military psychiatrist.
"I can't get it up, Doc," Bert explained. He had known nothing but success all his life and he had the Olympic medal to prove it. "Now, I can't even get a hard on," he told the shrink. And then his eyes flooded with tears and he wept.
The doctor prescribed some pills and told him that impotence following fierce combat experience was not uncommon. "I'll see if I can get you reassigned," said the psychiatrist. But instead, Bert went back to his company and a week later was out on patrol, when the Cong struck again.
If anything, the experience was more terrifying than before. His squad was securing a small village when the VC opened up. Bert hit the ground as shell and mortar rounds exploded on all side. He flicked on his M-16 and sprayed the jungle. David, a good friend, went down right before him, his face half shot away and something clicked in the back of Bert's brain. He charged into the jungle, slamming another clip into the automatic, screaming like a madman. All around him were the sounds of screaming men, both VC and Marines. He went through four clips of ammo before the fight was over, and when he came out of the jungle, his legs shook uncontrollable. He was drained physically and mentally, his muscles barely able to drag his weapon. Back in the village, he saw the sergeant screaming with rage. The bodies of half-a-dozen Marines were laid out in the dirt receiving treatment from the medics. Bert's friend was not one of them. He was filled with rage that a good man had to die for a filthy village like this one where the people didn't want Americans in the first place.
He then heard a scream. Thinking there were more Viet Cong, he gripped his weapon and charged around the back of a burning grass hut.
"Easy, pal," said a Marine.
Bert saw two men holding down a girl. She wore the black pajamas of the Viet Cong and a thin cloth headband. A Marine gripped the pajama bottom and ripped it away, exposing the girl's thin body. She yelled in the singsong language of her country, probable cursing the Marines, but to Bert's war weary eyes she was beautiful. Her breasts were small, hardly more than two oversized nipples, and her cunt was small, topped by a thatch of curly black hair.
One of the Marines turned to Bert. "Hey, you're the guy who ran into the jungle," he said grinning. "We'll give you first crack at this VC. I figure she can't have too much disease. She's only thirteen."
In a horrible instant, Bert had a flashback. He saw the disappointed look on the Thai's face as she held up his limp dick in the hotel. He didn't want the other guys to know he was impotent. They might think he was queer or something. The he remembered his buddy lying back in the village, his face shot away, and Bert turned, his heart black with hate. Maybe this girl had pulled the trigger that killed him. He tightened his hand on the gun barrel half-wanting to jam the barrel up the VC's cunt and blow her guts through the roof of her mouth.
Then a funny thing happened. His dick got hard. The desire for sex churned through him and he dropped his gun, elated at his discovery. He dropped his pants.
His erection was enormous; even the VC girl thought so. She stared wide-eyes at him jumping forward and she shrieked, fearing for her life. His blood pounded crazily as he dropped to his knees and placed his palms on her thighs. The skin was smooth and soft and hairless. He squeezed her thighs and stared at her pussy. "She's wet," he mumbled. Fear was a great aphrodisiac. He lay down between the V of her outstretched thighs and gripped her ass cheeks. Her tiny breasts invited his hungry mouth and he bent down, dragging his tongue across her bulbous nipples. The girl screamed once more, her body wiggling like an eel's as Bert brought his dick up her thighs, up to the furry ball of her cunt.
I can fuck again, he thought, trembling with delight. He thrust against her mound, surprised to find her juicy cunt lips would open so easily. He had never raped a girl before and though he didn't consider the VC to be human, the sensation was very new. He did not think of the Thai girl or even of his own physical, mental exhaustion. He pushed his cock into the girl's slit and gasped, for she was warm and wonderfully wet.
In he went.
His hand found her butt cheeks, and he gripped them like handles on an urn, pulling up on her hips then pushing down into the soft channel.
Bert sweated terribly. His eyes traveled upward, resting upon the VC's shallow face. Her eyes stared down with hatred, but that changed as he stretched her buttocks apart and spread her tight pussy open with his thrusting cock.
"Hey, she likes it," exclaimed Bert. The guys holding her down weren't listening. But there was no hiding the vulnerable twist of her lips, or the moist, desperate look in her eyes.
Bert had no time to lose. Tightening the muscles in his thighs, he surged forward, driving his cock into her little cunt. She took him in and in, thrashing on the ground, screaming and crying as his penis found her cherry. That's fanny, he thought. This VC wanted to kill me and she's a virgin. He lunged forward. The hymen flap resisted, the inflamed nerves shrieking with pain, then in one violent stroke, his penis pushed back the constricted vagina and he went in, his pubic hair now brushing against hers.
"Wow!" he gasped. Her channel was soft and slippery, like butter left out on the counter. He thought it was blood from her hymen, but, no, that wasn't the source. My goodness it's her cunt, thought Bert. She's all weepy wet from the first cock ever to enter her fully. The girl groaned in her silly language and Bert didn't have to hold her ass cheeks; the broad was fucking for real. Her vagina hugged him like a sock. Her juices covered his long, thin penis and her cunt squeezed against him, softly, lovingly.
Bert didn't want it ever to end. His dick had never been harder. He had never been more in control. Sperm swelled through his cock as he fucked the depths of her cunt, yet didn't come. Despite the awful pain, he continued stroking, holding back, refusing to fill her virgin cunt with semen until he had her begging and screaming. Bert's obsession with domination tingled like electricity through his body. The girl melted before him and she was begging in that strange, mysterious singsong voice of hers for him to finish. Her twat wiggled in a violent, spasmodic jerk; her hips left the ground, her cunt shrunk down on his cock, holding him now, milking him. Passion inflamed him, dictating his moves. Half-insane, seized with unbearable pain, Bert drove his cock into the weeping cunt channel. "Here!" he shouted. And as her skinny, pubescent body lunged for his spurting dick, Bert ripped her butt cheeks open and drove his index finger into her asshole.
"Aaaahhhhh!" the girl screamed.
Bert laughed. He had surprised the hell out of her asshole. The fucking broad had not expected him to enter her backside. The finger lanced through the tight muscle ring in one explosive shot. The effect was astonishing. The girl's asshole opened, her cunt closed down. He had timed it just right and as she gripped his penis, his balls flapped against her weeping slit and his sperm exploded into her vagina.