1. Of Love and War and Donna Lynn


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: RumpleForeskin, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    It was another turbulent day in the summer of 68. Student protests raged from the Sorbonne to Berkeley. In the US, civil rights demonstrations and anti-war rallies were turning violent. Martin Luther King was dead; Bobby Kennedy would be soon. In South Vietnam, hundreds of other Americans were being killed each month. Soldiers patrolled the streets of Saigon, Paris, and Washington while Soviet troops prepared to invade Prague. But in the outskirts of a nameless village south of Chu Lai, a young US soldier had thoughts for nothing but the picture in his hand. The long legged brunette looked at him from the photo with an impish, inviting smile as she leaned against the door of a familiar, ’62 Chevy Bel Air. One hand held a set of keys against her freckled cheek while the other seemed to toy with the almost, but not quite, unfastened snap of impossibly skimpy cut-offs. In between, an unbuttoned olive-drab, US Army fatigue shirt was spread just wide enough to give a teasing glimpse of the swell of her firm young breasts. The soldier holding the photo smiled. He’d taken the picture. It was his shirt, his car and, most importantly, his girl. Not for the first time, it occurred to Mack Floyd that there were better places to be and things to do than play soldier here in Vietnam. His first choice being the back seat of his car, making love with the girl in the photo, Donna Lynn Riser. He was tired of death; tired of trying to kill unknown men who kept trying to kill him. He wanted ...
    life, and peace, and Donna Lynn. As he stared at the picture, Memories of the last time they had used the car’s big backseat flooded Mack’s mind. Seconds after reaching their favorite parking spot, they were both nude. Mack stood beside the open back door, looking in at Donna Lynn’s slim, petite body stretched out on the big backseat, her skin glowing in the car’s soft dome light …waiting for him. “You know,” he said, “don’t believe I’ve ever made love to an engaged woman before.” Donna Lynn’s face broke into a big smile as she glanced at the diamond ring he had given her that afternoon. “Well, don’t tell my fiancé. He’s a big, strong soldier and gets very jealous.” “He’s also very damn lucky,” said Mack, responding to a beckoning gesture from Donna Lynn by moving in beside her. With an electrifying jolt of sexual energy, their nude bodies came into contact. Slowly, almost tentatively, he pressed his lips against hers. Soon, his fingers were roaming over the contours of her body, massaging her breasts, caressing her hips, and then stroking her silken inner thighs. Finally, his fingers slid up and took possession of her most intimate flesh. Her body arched up to meet his gentle touch. The feel of Donna Lynn’s skin, the taste of her lips, the sight of her blatant need, the intoxicating aroma of her aroused body, it almost overwhelmed him. After a last kiss, he began working his lips over her trembling body, feasting on her creamy flesh like a starving man gorging at a table filled ...
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