The night ends young.
Two men in our group had been killed, as had one woman. All three were killed in the same raid we had attempted. Unfortunately, those three were the senior officers. We were left without a command since ten days before the one month mark.
I was the next highest ranked officer by some fluke, since during training I was a good fighter and tactition. So they looked to me for command. I wasn't quite sure what to do, but I did know one thing -- there was a job to be done.
We noticed a little town on the map which, at the last report, was surrounded only by light German protection. It was decided we would attack it with our remaining eleven people.
It took two days to get there, and when we did, we coordinated our attack perfectly. The group was divided into four different sections, with three people in three sections, and myself and my newest friend, Sara, forming the fourth group. Each section had a part that they were to take over. I am still not sure as to exactly what happened with the other groups, but I do know what happened with us.
Sara and I creapt up on seven men who had a semi-automatic machine gun a piece. Guns blaring, we leapt up and shot as many as we could with the standard auto-rifles. We managed to kill four, but the other three were smart and ducked. Blood splattered all around.
We dropped back down and prepared for the retaliation, and it came quickly. The four men were heard just around our cover, and, luckily, we had clean shots at their legs. We shot each one three times in the leg, sending them all down. Quickly, we leapt up and shot them each in the head twice, killing them. And then, from behind a stone wall, bullets ripped out. The slammed into my shoulder, throwing me backwards. Blood skipped to my face and arms and I was propelled backwards into the dirt. Sara dropped down an instant later, by my side.
This was the first time I really looked at her. She was beautiful. She had long, flowing black hair, an amazing face, a perfect chest and body... she was utterly amazing. Not only that, but she was the nicest person I had ever met.
And now she was looking down on me with tears in her eyes. I must've been pretty bad, for she leaned down on top of me. Even though I was amazingly hurt, she turned me on. Slowly, I kissed her face, over and over again, until I found her mouth, and we kissed pationatly. Soon, we were in an all-out kissing frenzy, dispite the blood flowing from my shoulder and arm. I wrapped my right arm, the good one, around her and held her close to me. Slowly, I began to remove her clothes. Everything around us -- The bullets and the yelling -- all were forgotten. It was just she and I.
Her clothes slid off easily, and the one-piece military uniform was stripped off quickly. She began to undress me, and my cock grew. It was close to full-erection. Sara closed in even closer on me and hugged me even tighter as she removed the clothes. In a minute, both of us lay there, her on top of me, her breasts pressed up against me, with only our underwear on. My boxers were raising up to their peak, and she moved even more on top of me. Slowly, she pulled off the boxers to expose my fully erect, seven inch, thick cock. I had never used it before in my life in sex, although I was good looking and had had numerous girlfriends. Sara removed the boxers from my legs, and tossed them away. I undid her bra strap, my hands shaking with anticipation. She stopped kissing me and slowly slid down my body, her breasts bare and exposed against my warm chest and stomach. She slid sensually down until finally her chest collided with my penis.
Carefully, she grabbed it and placed it between her perfect breasts. My prick began to throb wildly, and I was already on the verge of cumming. She squeezed her breasts around my cock and I felt her rub up and down along it. My cock was pounding and I was loving it so much that I didn't even realize the blood had clotted and stopped flowing from my open wound.
She was looking up at me patiently, and it was then that I erupted.