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Duke had become rather cheeky as of of late Since the reinstatement of the G.I. Joes, the other Joe's grew More and more relate with Dukes behavior. Each extremity did what they could to try and help their leader, rather second in command, but nothing seemed to exploit. Duke's wildness on the battle field, while impressive and heroic, was grave and no end could be seen.

To buoy up their leaders mood, the Joe's threw a Brobdingnagian birthday bash for Duke. Everyone was present, with nowadays ! Oddly, Duke himself hadn't even realized it was his own birthday, making the surprise that much more greater. But not all Joe's were as cagy as Shana M. O'Hara, codenamed Scarlett. Scarlett had given much thought into what was eating the Joe's field commander from the interior out and soon came to only one possible conclusion and one possible answer. intimate Frustration.

"Cover Girl…"Scarlett called out to another female in the room.

The party had now been going on for several hours, much longer then it probably should have. Infact, Duke had already retired to an abandon portion of the home base to collect himself. Naturally, he was also thumbing through his giant mound of present. He was not displeased at a new set of antique six-gun that he had received.

concealment Girl, rather Courtney A. Krieger, turned around to see at Scarlett, who had called her name. covering fire Girl had yet to see Scarlett the entire party but when she did, her words disappeared. Cover lady friend was the fashion model of the group but she strongly disliked being viewed as just another gorgeous, mute female. Because of this, masking young lady didn't dress in attire that showed off her innate asset. Apparently Scarlett was unhindered by such vows.

covert daughter ran her perfect hand through her longsighted curly flowing locks of deep red self consciously as her wide heart wandered along the scrumptious form of scarlet before she mustered up a response.

"Scarlett. Hello. How are you… ?"cover daughter spoke gently, a finger's breadth lacing through one of her lock, coiling it nervously before stretching the curly strand straight. Covergirl found her eyes wandering over Scarlett as they spoke. Scarlett stepped closer, and nearer, giving the late model an even better view. Cover girl knew that she was not the only one astonished by Scarlett's wardrobe, or deficiency there of.

"Oh, you know, enjoying the party !"vermilion said in a silky smooth part that washed over Covergirl immediately and enticingly. Covergirl exhaled for a minute in reception, obviously becoming captive to the unnaturally erotic voice of her commandant at arms.

Scarlett was indeed breathtaking. She no longer don upon her lithe, athletic kind the typical bulky attire of a Joe. Where once was a skintight consistency lawsuit topped with a pale unitard, now was just a round-eyed two firearm black bathing suit. The shank band of her bikini bottoms were exquisitely pulled down tenderly to let out her shapely hip castanets. So low was the minuscule stuff that Cover girl knew that Scarlett was had a small pubic hair of red pubic hairs in her chthonic regions. covering Girl could only secretly beg that those panties would slip down just another inch, just one more. Scarlett didn't need to take care at Cover girl to know where her eyes were. Infact, Scarlett was disinterested in the gawking from Cover daughter and choose instead to look around the enceinte room where the party was, ignoring screen lady friend sensual glances.

covering Girl nipped at her turn down lip as Scarlett advanced toward her position. All she could do was stand in gravel muteness.

"Have you seen Duke ? I was planning on going swimming with him. A… birthday face if you will."Scarlett finally spoke"But I don ‘ t think I will be wearing these little things."She teasingly winked, snapping her panty band. It seemed like forever and the two female were nearly on top of each other. Scarlett took her bare arm and swung it over top Girls shoulder, her hand grasping just a slight handful of that curly hair from the tan female person head and slowly pushed it to the side toward the bikini clad Joe. Scarlett didn't have to tilt her head to the side to whisper as Covergirl followed the guiding helping hand of Scarlett. covering Girl came to Scarlett, not the early way around.

screening Girl didn't, couldn't resist such a provocative, carnal touch, however, she did excommunicate herself for under fertilization, or maybe, More to the stop, overdressing. She was no peer for the swim-ready Scarlett. Upon covert young lady's body was an elegant, attention-getting violet dress which had a dent up the side of each of her leg. It hugged her mannikin snuggly, making her shape all that more attractive but null could compare to the sheer shamelessness of Scarletts own dress. Cover Girl was dressed to look alluring, but vermilion was royal and awesome.

Scarlett chuckled under her breathe as she whispered into Cover female child's ear."I know you like Duke. I heard from him that you actually came onto him one clock time. Want to get it on a secret ?"With that, vermilion opened her mouthpiece and lashed a tongue soothingly, shamelessly against blanket little girl ear.

Cover Girl became weak in the stage. Her eyes slowly closed as her own hands gently caressed her slick violet garb, running sensually down the length of her sides as she exhaled in a out sigh. Oh God ! What was Scarlett doing ! In the middle of a party no less. Cover female child couldn't hear the Word of God coming from her familiar mouth. She could, however, hear the enhanced droning of that warm breathe against her bare, nude ear.

Scarlett knew her actions were working. She playfully murmured under her breathe before running her tongue wetly against the earlobe of concealment Girl before snagging just a little petite small-arm of it into her mouth, suckling it. Cover daughter squirmed and gasped sensitively. The distortion continued on the top-notch good example, she having forgotten that she was actually asked a question. It seemed only s nature to cover little girl that one of her hired hand journeyed to the side, caressing along the unsheathed side of Scarlett's before venturing backward to the erotically near peeled off pantie of Scarlett, stroking along the rear - end.

Scarlett's ass was taut, firm, but yet they still had just enough fat in them to sink her fingers into."Yes…"cover miss finally spoke up after a hearty inquiring of"Hmmmm ?"from Scarlett.

"I know you want Duke. So do I."Scarlett spoke gently.

"Me, like Duke…"Cover Girl said exacerbated, as if that was untrue.

"Are you going to play coy with me all night, Cover Girl… Mmmm Courtney… or do you need to hear what I have in mind ?"Scarlett said softly, suckling the ear even more furiously then before. Every action Scarlett did, Covergirl returned the favor as she teasingly slipped a finger along the snap of the square red-haired female ass.

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Duke was resting in a small office. It wasn't his own but he was indisputable that no one would be using it tonight on explanation of the company - After all, no one would be able to find him if he was loitering around a space where he didn't belong, and he wanted that. Wanted to be alone. With ft resting up on the desk as he sat in a prosperous chairwoman, Duke wore a tan shirt and green trouser, his typical wear for war and engagement. He Hadn't even washed it since the mission he just came back from, a little place of lineage burning brightly in the center of his pectus. His heftiness rippled as the shirt tried desperately to contain his bulky, masculine figure of speech. He sat behind a desk, feet kicked up, admiring one of the two revolvers he had just received. It was a beauty, that was a fact but as he felt the cold, heavy contraption in his helping hand, he slowly placed it down into his lap as his optic found something entirely different to focus on.

"Scarlett ?"Duke said as the female Joe walked across the hallway outside of the room. She paused. Bingo. ‘ found him ’, she thought.

Scarlett turned toward the room and crept inside, not closing the door. Behind her, blanket miss slipped in also. There was a farseeing silence. Duke's eyes widened as he found himself unwittingly caressing the raw physique of Scarlett. She was exquisite, but it didn't hurt that the pale-ish female was standing side by incline with book binding little girl who had more of a tanned show. The gross color contrast was vex and each of the Melanerpes erythrocephalus had a special zestfulness, a flare with their own hair. Scarlett's was straightened with a foresighted lock that was pulled over her articulatio humeri, which hung down and slipped enticingly between her satiny black bikini clad chest. Duke realized that the lock of unbowed redhead belonging to Scarlett was trapped, imprisoned not only by the two firm breasts but was tucked under the material that connected the two-piece cups just shopping mall of Scarlett's chest.

Next to Scarlett resided someone even more titillating. Cover girlfriend, the beautiful, sensual, sexual model who joined the G.I. Joe's to prove something to someone, or to everybody. Duke had never seen soul so shamelessly gorgeous before, yet she seemed slightly shy. A crisp red luminescence illuminating from her sharp featured nerve. Cover Girl's hair was curly, and while not as provocative as Scarlett's, had its own allure. Duke thought about Cover young woman all the sentence but he never really saw her apparel so spicy before.

"Now then."Scarlett lifted a ft up behind her and hooked the surface doorway with her bare foot and tugged the door shut. It closed loudly, the sound echoed in the elbow room causing both Duke and cover young lady to snap from their own introspectiveness.

"Scarlett ? Why are you dressed like that ? Hey, not that I am complaining though. You should go on Missions like that. But then if you did that, there would be no indigence for lil ole Betsy over here."Duke chuckled holding up the revolver for vermilion and Cover girlfriend to see. Scarlett ignored the gesture, but Cover Girl did look at it, it was an dumbfound gun… Even at this moment, she became a piddling envious of the gun. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because Duke couldn't sustain his center off Scarlett !

Scarlett turned around, revealing her sultry rear-end. The cracking of her ass was clear as day and just beneath it was her suffocating tight bikini bottom which squeezed her medium size firm ass cheeks much more than firm. Scarlett casually reached for the blinds and pulled them over the door and the early two office windows. It seemed so rude and she laughed sensually at the joke."good story, Duke. But no, no, no. Tonight, I am not Scarlett. Tonight, Duke, you can call me Shana or John Henry O'Hara. Which one would you care ?"

Duke awkwardly laughed low. This was getting odd. Very odd. He knew what these actions would lead to but he was still in disbelief and oddly out of his sure-footed Ethel Waters."O'Hara it is then."

"You like that name because you are comfortable calling me that, isn't that right ?"She purred before walking to the desk. Her trend was tauntingly retard as she rounded the desk toward dukes position. Duke's optic, nether region, even back lady friend's middle, was focused on Scarlett's finger as it traced along diverse item on the wooden open of the desk. The fingerbreadth then slipped upward and under Duke's chin.

"O'Hara ?"Duke said quizzically.

"Call me Shana. Got it, Duke."Shana said gracefully, bending down to Duke and planting a kiss on his lips tenderly. It was a blue-blooded, soft, passionate kiss where it was more about the precision of Shana's glossa upon Duke's lips that really mattered.

Cover Girl sucked in her bottom lip, one of her hired hand ran about her incline, feeling that enveloping unruffled material of her clothes before slipping forbiddingly downward to her thighs, her inner thighs to be exactly. She felt a tingle since she had seen, and lightly petted Scarlett -- - Shana -- -, but now she had an urge. An itching that couldn't be ignored. This was really happening ! ? Duke wasn't the only one in a haze of disarray, arousal, and disbelief.

"what about her ?"Duke said after regaining his breathe. Shana's work force were placed on the arms of the death chair in which Duke sat in. Shana's face was still ever so tenderly near his own. Duke could see her mouth shake with sexual energy, her teeth running along a small-scale bit of lip, chewing it. Shana's optic danced flutteringly to Duke's own center, to her chest and to the revolver in his lap… but maybe Duke was thinking about the wrong six-gun.

"Oh, her ?"

masking Girl was didn't notice they were talking about her. Both workforce now running strikingly along her outer to inner thigh. She nuzzled her thumbs along her private parts as her work force completed their long, diffuse, sensual stroke apparent motion.

Shana laughed a little, purring before turning around a minuscule, her eye focusing now upon the in - passion Cover girl."Hey, CG, you like being called natural covering Girl or would you like me to be moaning out another name ?"

Cover Girl immediately stopped her dull, stamp arousing CVA of her hands in lieu of placing one palm against her pelvis, her fingers now pressing against her crotch. Cover Girl could feel the material of her lacey panties against her bald, freshly plane moist puss. Shana had a pearl in her mouth and she was running with it ! She wanted this to materialize no matter what, didn't she.

"Courtney"cover charge Girl offered up tenderly as she gasped in a piano exhaling moan.

Shana turned to look at duke before barraging him with delicate, carnal pecking kisses."Apparently Courtney."Shana said between buss. Shana's hands grazed along the solid shoulder of Duke, caressing his tan shirt before her delicate finger, including her nails in the aftermath of her mite, stroked down his forearms, lingering ever so often to sample and delight in the strong, firm flesh of Duke.

All the while, poor petty back missy was standing by herself but that didn't really look to be much of a problem for her. Her adventurous mitt now lustfully found itself snaking through the slit in her violet dress which stretched, up to her hip, and dedicatedly perched that hired hand just by her lacey bluish green step-in, under the clothes. Nabbing a pinch of her undergarment, she tugged upon it, making the otherwise pliable clothing stretch and dig mediate her nether regions. It was unimaginable to get her damp pantie wetter - but apparently as she sawed the panty string along her labia folds, it was definitely possible. Courtney gasped out in hot up moan as she watched with delight as Scarlett slipped herself massagingly upon her commanders body.

"Having fun, yet ? I love the way cover girlfriend is serenading us with her own lusty desires. Don't you ?"Scarlett spoke huskily as she slipped down Duke's torso as he sat in the chair. With dexterous fingers, Scarlett undid his military issued drawers. Duke's appendage throbbed under his pants and it was clearly obtrusive, more so when Scarlett finally began to unzip the drawers. Out popped his already well hardened cock, peeking gloriously from under his lax shorts.

Exhaling, Duke leaned back in the chairwoman as he felt scarlet's pale colorful fingers nimbly run up and down his irradiation, each time she stroked, her clasp tightened, tugging and slowly pulling the dick completely free from the packer which now rest just under his aching ball pocket. Duke, having had his center closed from sheer pleasure soon began to open them and look down into his lap. Was Scarlett… Shana really doing this ! She might not have been naked but that was the furthest thing in his mind right now as her natural language lashed at his turncock. With one playful stroke of Scarlett's glossa, she took in a generous chunk of precum which had been oozing on the tip of his large, mushroom mind.

"Oh yeah…"Duke said laughing a little under his breathe, sinking back into the modality -- - and the chairman."You think you can handle it, Master sergeant-at-law O'hare ?"

"We will just have got to see, won't we ?"Scarlett teased as her silklike gentle hand gripped around the irradiation, firmly stroking it, her thumb pressing tenderly onto the belly of the phallus. Her pout, purposefully shining crimson lips wrapped around the forefront, slipping it past them she accepted the tool down to where her precisely stroking hand resided.

"Come over here Courtney, you look like you need to be touched."Duke said, feeling in a partially giving mood, his birthday or not ! The flaming hot carrottop walked over to her program line. Leaning in, her natural language swirled around his sassing in anticipation. She bent down, some of her fire-engine red hair curtained over dukes font as she leaned in for a kiss. Though curly, it was extremely retentive. Duke felt it on his grueling ventilation chest. As they kissed, covert miss took her own hands and ran them along his shirt, slipping it upward. Scarlett, sensing the movements ; with cock in one hand, a good dowry of it inbedded abstruse in her mouth, she allowed her spare handwriting to drop off up against his now nude chest, feeling his muscles. Scarlet herself was not by any means weak- where she was firm and taut, and in, he was visually well cut, with a sixpack that Scarlett now enjoyed tracing her fingers through.

The shirt came off rather easily, it didn't hurt that all three of the masses in the way desperately wanted it off. Scarlett continued to lactate on the cock, balls now ungripped, and Cover Girl was leaning and making out with Duke."I have wanted to do this for so long. Not… exactly this… but I am not complaining."Cover lady friend said between kisses.

"Neither am I"

Duke let out a moan as Scarlett happened to say something also, but with his cock lodged so far into her tidal bore sass, he only felt the odd movements and strange star. But God, did it sense good.

covering Girl took a handful of scarlet straight hair, tugging it from its position inbetween her breasts, and cover girl offered her own little helping manus by pushing Shana down against the cock, burying her brass in it. She accepted, with a niggling struggling and gags. Scarlett obviously enjoyed having her commander hilted in her warm, wet back talk.

concealment Girl with her early deal started to quickly undress, but it was not agile enough for Duke. Duke grabbed at the unconvincing part of revealing garb and pulled to each incline, ripping it in half, cleanly to boot. The crease undid themselves accordingly and all cover missy needed to do was slip from the straps of dress.

"That's one way of doing it."Cover Girl chuckled, licking her lips. She wore no bra. Cover fille's chest were roly-poly, hanging just ever so lightly, dropping under the weight of their clearly fat subject matter. But they bounced and jiggled so invitingly that Duke was forced to immediately address them with a feverous, aroused, hungry grip. The soma squeezed between his fingers before Cover Girl leaned forward, her hands wrapped around Duke's headway, using it as support, just rubbing her bare, sonant tanned arms in his blonde hairsbreadth. With her eubstance arched, she dangled her breasts just out of Dukes mouths reach. Twirling a mamilla in his digit, he brought his teeth down upon it, pulling it so book binding Girl got a little closer. Both bridge player gripped one breast as he fit the fat thing into his lubricious oral fissure.

Scarlett was doing his job rather well down there, but eventually she let the member evasion her mouth, this time much longer then a ventilation pause. She stood up, her hands grazing along the shaft as she watched the scene of Duke and binding Girl going at it. Turning around, her hired hand now slipped her black bikini bottoms to the side as she sat down onto Dukes lap. Duke had noticed Scarletts absent actions but frankly, he and Cover Girl were doing just fine until he felt a slight dapple of whisker rub against her cock before a hole was placed upon his head.

Scarlett continued to come down herself upon Duke's rooster. Her puss was wet, just soaking wet, and hot, just the correctly combination to entice the commanding officer cock to tense up and become that much more ridged. Scarlett's pussy was miserly, it was forced to be pushed undefendable, and a lot of pushing and pressure was needed to widen her suffocating gripping tight bozo. Duke had fingered that Scarlett only really could use two or three finger's breadth to get herself off. Her endearing nectar ran down the beam of his cock, the watercourse of slowly, yet gushing cream slipped down his chunk pouch and dripped to the base steadily as Scarlett continued to ram the cock deeper into her burning, poverty-stricken cunnie.

"Oh god yes !"Shana screamed out as her body gyrated, each gyration gave birth to a new shiver of excitement and passion from Shana's trembling body. It felt so good as she rob that cock underneath her. Wickedly, Scarlet tightened her pussy, choking the cock so much so that even if Duke wanted to orgasm, he might not be able to. She tightened herself ever so quickly, just enough to hug herself as she ascended and descended upon the length of that girthy, throbbing cock.

covering fire Girl took her hand and reached around to the sailplaning, refined body of the swimming cook Scarlett. Seeking out with her fingers, she finally grazed upon Scarlett's clitoris, rubbing it heatedly as she watched Duke suck her fat tanned chest."Don't think you can just cum inside her and not me."masking little girl laughed softly as she closed her eyes, soaking in the sensation of his harsh, lusty suckles of her highly sensitive breasts. Cover little girl rubbed her chest against Duke's side, squishing his brass in between her pillowy diffused titty. With nipples as hard as a sway and as big as a cerise, she enjoyed rubbing it against Dukes mouth, teasing herself and him at the same time.

Like a dog in heat, Cover Girl, with leg slightly parted, rubbed her crotch against Duke's arm. Duke noticed this and placed a potent hired hand against her crotch, his fingers were unstoppable, not even the panties could slow down his upsurge. His finger slipped into Courtney's dripping cunnie. The strait of their entree and feverish front resounded clearly, apart from Shana's gasping moans and screams of bliss.

"Cum for me Duke !"Scarlett grasped, she was now in the throe of her own deep, passionate orgasm because of the cock inside her, but natural covering girlfriend was very much a constituent of her mind-blowing and quick orgasm. Cover Girl smiled as her eyes rolled up into her head."Oh god, just like… like that"The model scarlet spoke tenderly as she felt her own illuminating, sensual coming wash upon her lithe, acrobatic consistency. That itch was getting scratched all to well from two thick finger duke produced animalistic ally inside her.

Duke as well orgasmed, feeling the wetness gushing down his hand, with breasts smashing against his face, and a provocative knock of his cock lodged just so perfectly inside Shana's gasping, trousering, tensing body wasfar too much for him to check on any longer. One of his arm wrapped around scarlet's face, pulling her offbalancedly toward him. She plopped into his lap as Duke firmly jolted himself forward before letting out, what he thought, was the C. H. Best orgasm of his life.

masking little girl sat upon the desk, panting. Duke lay in the chair, smiling. Shana leaned against Dukes strong breast, sighing in contentment.

-- -- -- DONE -- -- -

"Were you wearing a safe, Duke ?"blanket fille asked sofly, sighing from such an coming.

"No…"He said distantly.

"You didn't… You might have gotten Shana meaning ?"

"Really ! shucks it. I didn't know that.": Duke said

"Now you know."CG said.

"And knowing is half the battle."Scarlett chimed in -- - patting her stomach.

"Your damn right it is. ”