Watching

Watching

I like to watch them. The Majors. Winchester and Houlihan. In her tent.
They’re supposed to be doing nothing more friendly than sharing her record player, and sure there’s music playing in there – you know, that long-hair stuff that Major Winchester listens to. But that’s just playing so’s the rest of the compound can’t hear the noises they make while they’re fucking the hell out of each other.
I didn’t mean to start watching. Jeez, I didn’t even know there was anything to watch! But I’d been going through some of my old stuff, and found a coupla beautiful silk scarves I thought Major Houlihan might like. So, the next time I was passing her tent, I knocked on the door and, knowing she was home because the music was playing, I started on in. I’d only gotten as far as the threshold when I realized I better stop where I was. I guess neither of them had heard me knock, which was a mercy, ’cause I’d’ve been dead if they’d seen me in there.
They were both naked. Major Houlihan was kneeling on her bed, ass raised, her face buried in a pillow which was muffling the little moans she was making. Winchester was kneeling behind her, his hands holding her hips firmly, head back, eyes closed in what looked like a mixture of pain, concentration and ecstasy. I could see his cock pistoning in and out of her, heard the cot squeaking faintly in time with the rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh and those little pillow-muffled moans.
I retreated the way I’d come in, breaking into a sweat as I pulled the door closed, though I doubt they’d have noticed if it had made any noise. It was then that I realized I’d got a chronic case of hard-on, and I had to take a very cold shower.
But the next day, while Major Houlihan was on duty in OR, I sneaked around back of her tent, and cut a neat little viewing flap right down the seam.

I took an empty beer-crate to sit on, and hunkered down, pulling my old fur coat around me to ward off the night-time breeze, though I figured I’d probably get warmed up soon enough.
Carefully, I eased the edges of the tent seam apart and peeked in.
The Majors were lying on her bunk, snogging like they were glued together. Major Winchester slid one hand down Houlihan’s back and began to stroke her bare butt, while his other hand teased and squeezed on her right tit. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he nibbled and licked along her jaw, down her throat, on to her other breast, which he sucked into his mouth and kinda suckled. Houlihan shifted her position a little, rubbing against his body as she moved so’s he could reach her more easily. I could see his tongue flicking back and forth against her nipple, and the hand that had been on her ass slid around underneath her; she threw her head back and let out a gasp, then bit her lip as if to stop herself crying out. She moved her ass around as his hand jiggled underneath her, and I caught glimpses of his erect cock quivering between her thighs as she writhed around.
He switched his mouth to her other breast, and Houlihan grabbed his shoulders and opened her mouth in a soundless scream as her whole body juddered, flushed bright red, and jerked repeatedly against his hand. She fell against him, a smile on her face even though she was gasping for breath, and he kissed her and held her for a minute while she recovered. Then she propped her hands on his chest, gave him a wicked grin, and stuck her tongue out to flutter against his left nipple, while the fingers of her left hand got busy with the other side of his chest. She was just getting started when the music on the record player finished, and she gave him a quick kiss and got off of the cot to go flip the record over. Major Winchester musta had a terrific view of her bare butt as she bent over the player, though my own view was obscured by her dressing table mirror, dammit. He didn’t say a word, just watched her, all the while stroking his cock, although I doubt it needed much encouragement to stay hot and hard. When Major Houlihan got back on the cot with him, she knelt between his thighs and kinda pulled his legs around her hips, then grasped the stem of his erection with one hand while she ran the other hand up and down his thigh. Leaning down, she stuck her tongue out and began to lick all the way around the head of his cock, then kinda nibbled her way all along the stem while her fingers fiddled with his balls. Winchester propped himself up on his elbows, watching her, and she looked right at him as she drew her tongue up his hot length and then took the head in her mouth and began to suck. He laid back against the pillow, spreading his legs wide to give her room, and she worked him like a pro, using her hands and lips and even her teeth just a little, till he finally put a hand on the back of her head. I guess that was a signal for her to stop, because her head came up and she grinned at him, then shifted position to straddle his hips. He placed the tip of his cock in her, and she pushed down onto it, closing her eyes and throwing her head back in what looked like sheer ecstasy. After a moment, she started to move up and down on him, and I could see his dick, glistening with her juices, slide in and out as she fucked herself harder and harder, faster and faster, till they both arched their backs and gasped, and pushed against each other for a long, long moment.
Boy, I was right about getting warmed up! I headed for the showers – before they did! – but I promised myself I’d be back to see more the next time I saw Major Winchester heading for her tent.

Sure enough, a week or so later, they both had the night shift off again, and I waited for the music to start up in her tent. It was late and the camp was quiet, so no-one noticed me sneaking around behind the main camp with my beer crate. Which is just as well, really…
They were both already undressed, and Major Houlihan was laying on her back on the cot, with Major Winchester kneeling over her, facing toward her feet. He tucked his balls into her open mouth, and I could see her jaw working as she sucked on them. Leaning over, he slid his hands down her flanks and underneath her butt, and he lifted her body up and back till he was kneeling upright again. Her legs bent around under his arms, leaving her resting on her shoulders, butt uppermost. Her ass was right in front of him and he gave it a couple little slaps, then turned his attentions to her pussy, dipping an exploratory finger into her hole, adding another, sliding them in and out quick, then slower, then quick again. I think Major Houlihan was trying to squeal, but course the noise was kinda muffled, given her mouth was still full of his balls. He gave her another slap, then got a-hold of her ass in both hands and began to use his tongue on her, licking along her folds the way a cat licks itself clean, then flicking his tongue repeatedly against her button. She was squirming around, trying to push herself up against him, and she reached a hand up to slap his ass. Major Winchester lifted himself up for a second or two, drawing his balls out of her mouth and feeding her his cock instead; then he went back to nibbling on her pussy, using his lips, tongue, even teeth to drive her into a frenzy of jerking and twitching which ended with her heels drumming against his shoulder-blades as she climaxed.
Reclaiming his cock from her mouth, he lowered her back onto the bed, and maneuvered around till he was kneeling between her legs. Major Houlihan was still panting for breath and just kinda laid back and let him do what he wanted. Holding on to her ankles, he pushed her legs up and apart, bending the knees and pressing the soles of her feet together. He kissed her toes, then pushed her feet toward her own mouth and, to my amazement, I could see she was able to suck on her own toes. I guess all that yoga I’d heard her talk about had its uses after all!
It was one hell of an inviting position, and Major Winchester wasted no time in taking advantage of it, sliding his erection straight in, all the way, and drawing a little moan of satisfaction from her. She was holding on to her own ankles by now, eyes closed, the toe-sucking reflecting the rhythm of Winchester’s fucking, and he braced his hands either side of her head as his urgency and speed increased. He put his head back and pushed his hips down hard against hers, as though he was trying to press himself right through her, a deep gasp escaping from his open mouth as he hit orgasm.
He rolled onto his side, and Major Houlihan unfolded herself, twisted around, and began to lap the juices off of his cock, worrying it and sucking it and kissing it till it started to swell and stretch again. While she continued her attentions, Winchester, gently parted her thighs and began to lick up her juices, pushing his tongue into her and working it around. After a while, he pulled away from her, and they adjusted their positions so that they were lying side by side with her back against his chest. I could see her wriggling her butt up against him while he played with her tits, then he ran his hands down her front and slid a hand between her legs, lifting one thigh up and back over his own as he moved to take her again. He reached around to finger her, and she lolled her head back against his shoulder and put a hand on his wrist, encouraging him to pump his cock faster and stroke her harder, till eventually she grabbed his other hand and latched on to his thumb, using it to muffle her cries as she came again. Winchester timed his own climax to coincide with the end of the recording, and this time neither of them moved afterwards – they lay there on the cot, still joined, and I think they might even have fallen asleep.
Me, I figured that was enough entertainment for one night, and headed back to my own bed, feeling suddenly cold.

As we headed into winter, the darkness came earlier – though it also meant the nights were getting colder. Not in Major Houlihan’s tent they weren’t though. I peeked in one night to see Major Winchester sitting on the edge of her cot wearing only his pants, which were undone and pushed down around his hips. As I got settled down on my crate, he unfastened Major Houlihan's trousers as she stood in front of him, and they slithered down her legs to heap round her ankles. She was barefoot and just kinda kicked the pants to one side, putting her hands on his shoulders to help her balance while she stepped out of them. Winchester hooked his fingers over the waistband of her panties - real pretty ones they were, black silk with red lace edging - and he drew them down just to the tops of her thighs. I could see her pert little ass peeking out between the rolled-down panties and the bottom hem of the T-shirt she still had on, and I got an even better look when Winchester took her arm and half-turned her around. He turned his head to one side to admire her rear view, patting and stroking her bare buns with one hand while his other hand moved to her belly and then dipped lower. She began to move her hips around and tipped her head back, clearly enjoying the .pleasuring. After a few minutes, he gave her ass a smack and said something to her that I couldn't catch. She gave his shoulder a little push, but trotted off to the other side of the tent happily enough, her butt still framed between her panties and T-shirt. Winchester took the opportunity to stand up and shuck off his pants, stroking his stiff dick as it sprang free of its restraints. I couldn't see what Major Houlihan was doing, but when she crossed back into my line of sight I could see she was carrying a glass of red wine, which she handed to him.
He took a sip, then another. Then, with his free hand he pulled the front of her T-shirt up and over her head, leaving her arms in the sleeves. He tugged the twisted material down behind her back. I'm sure she could have slipped out of it easy, but instead she stood still with her upper arms held a little behind her, and waited for him to make his next move.
Guiding her to her knees, he sat on the edge of the cot, took another sip from the glass, and then trickled a few drops of wine onto his cock. Houlihan, who'd been gazing at his erection the way a dog eyes a steak - tongue out, panting for it - leaned forward and licked up the liquid as it trickled down his meat. She kept licking, tilting her head back a little to look up at Winchester while her tongue lapped eagerly up and down his massive length. Each time she reached the head, she would rest her tongue just under the tip, and he would drip a little more wine over it and into her waiting mouth. When the wine glass was empty, he put it down next to her bedside lamp and put a hand on the back of her head as she took the end of his cock in her mouth and began to suck him in earnest. Beats me how he didn't come, seeing her on her knees like that, panties at half-mast, arms held fast behind her. It was too much for me, even without the added attentions that he was getting, and I had to take a moment to clean myself up.
When I looked again, they were both on their feet, standing in front of the mirror. He was close in behind her making her giggle by whispering in her ear while tweaking a tit between his thumb and forefinger. Her T-shirt had been discarded, but her panties were still rolled down at the tops of her thighs and, as I watched, he bent his knees a little and pushed his cock between her legs, trapping it between her pussy and her panties. The tip poked out in front of her, making it look as though she'd got a prick, and she giggled again and reached a hand down to stroke it, while he nuzzled her neck and squeezed her red, swollen breasts. She moved back and forth against his cock, pulling it up against her wet folds and squeezing it between her thighs, all the while watching herself in the mirror. Over the notes of the music, I heard him beg: “Don’t… don’t make me…” Then she pulled the front of her panties up to wrap over the head of his cock, and he shuddered and writhed, and I saw the wet stain spread through the silk as he came. She let him go, and he moved away for a minute, out of my line of sight, reappearing with a refilled wine glass. They took a couple sips each from it, their free hands busy all the time, stroking each other, and it didn’t take long for Winchester’s cock to harden up again. He hooked a finger into the front of the panties Major Houlihan was still wearing, and backed towards the cot, tugging her with him. But when he sat down, she started to take charge. She took the wine-glass off of him, and put it down on her bedside table, then shucked off her panties and put them in the glass, dunking them in what was left of the wine. Pushing on his shoulders, she eased him back onto the cot, and perched next to him. She whispered something in his ear and tweaked one of his tits, making him gasp. Then, teasingly, she pulled the wine-soaked panties from the glass and gently tucked them into his mouth. His cock twitched, and I wondered what they tasted like, with her juices and his mingling with the wine he so enjoyed.
Houlihan straddled his broad chest, grinning as she looked down at his dick. She began to toy with it, rubbing it between her palms, tweaking it between her fingers, leaning down every now and then to flick it with her tongue. Then, keeping a-hold of it and continuing to stroke it with one hand, she got off of him and turned to face him, saying something I couldn’t catch. Winchester nodded, and she got between his legs and lifted them up and back. Then she turned around again and, pulling his cock forward, she eased herself onto it. I realised Winchester’s legs and belly formed kind of a chair, and she was resting her back against his calves while she began to jiggle back and forth. Her hands fell naturally onto his butt, and she began to beat her fingers against his ass in time with the music. Every now and again she’d lean back a little and pull on his balls and I’d hear him squeal against that tasty gag she’d put in his mouth. She rode him long and hard, controlling every move, quickening and slowing her pace as she screwed herself on him, finally driving them both to orgasm as she rubbed his balls against her button.

That was two weeks ago and, what with the casualties and the cold I’ve not had chance to watch them since then. But there’s been a lull in the fighting this past day or so, and the wind’s turned to the south so it’s a wee bit warmer too. I see from the roster that Winchester and Houlihan both get the night off tomorrow, so I’m all geared up and ready to go.
Wonder what I’ll see this time?