To far off lands

Waving to a local police officer she recognised, Alex could feel Sean beginning to reach his climax inside her once again. He had been dedicatedly bucking his hips up against her all the while they had been idling along the suburban streets and country lanes of their small town home. Watching the world drift by in it's lazy late-summer afternoon way. The naked teen felt like a silver-screen cowgirl, riding her latest hard-working man as she tipped her hat to the old folks bickering over their garden fences. Said hat was not quite the right beaten leather accessory, being just an old straw thing the twins had passed back to her… But it did the job.

As she felt yet another load of locally grown, organic man-cream splash up against her innards, the pressing question for these returning peacekeepers leapt to her tongue:

"Why were you this horny Sean, jeez?! Don't the girls in the army give out enough? Or the locals wherever your posted?"

The boy looked a bit sheepish at this, mumbling a response while he continued sliding his deflating self in and out of her a few more times.

"No… Our girls are pretty damn… accommodating. There's just not that many of em to go round. There's a joke that if a troop carrier leaves our shores with a hundred GI Janes, it'll reach port with fifty of em pregnant and headin straight back home… Wishful thinking, I reckon… or just propaganda hoping to get more to sign up…"

So why was the young man so clearly bunged up? Alex probed further. "Do you not get to screw any of the local girls then? Is there some sort of rule about it?"

"No, No. We're encouraged to… 'integrate' ourselves with the local communities… It's just… different…" The young man was clearly still dodging around the point. Fortunately, it seemed that Alfie had been listening in through the back window, he unloaded some laughing clarity over the issue at hand.

“Ha! But we’re also supposed to respect and follow local customs… which is what our precious flower here doesn’t like… and what earned him the nickname ‘Captain Clean-Dick’...”

Sean went bright red at this, glowing almost as much as Alex had when they’d first arrived. But he let the explanation carry on.

“See, over there, you’re not allowed to just fuck anywhere. It’s considered pretty rude to go any further than a quick blowy or fingerblast, even with friends and family. Instead you’re supposed to go into these special buildings that are on, like, every other street corner. And once your inside you’re supposed to find a spot and get started… but then pass whoever you brought with you along after a few minutes, so that everybody gets a turn at everybody…”

Sean couldn’t help butting in here. “So, you might have scored the hottest girl in the neighbourhood and got her all riled up to drag you into one of these places… Only suddenly she’s off riding some old man next to you and you’re stuck with his dry-pussied, wrinkly wife whose been there all day and is literally overflowing with other guy’s jizz! It just don’t seem hygienic to me… or bloody fair… And then they all start laughing at me because I can’t, y’know… stay interested… when I’m fucking somebody older than me gran… It all just sucks!”

The young man clearly felt very passionately about this… he had punctuated several of his points with great, angry thrusts of his half-mast self back into Alex. Though she could sort of understand his frustration. Alfie, however, had clearly heard all these complaints far too many times before.

“It’s actually quite a clever system… stops all the squabbling over paternity claims that we’ve got. ‘Cause who knows whose knocked up who when you’re always just fucking everybody in a dark room. Then the whole community just pitches in to look after kids in these communal creche things. Everybody’s everybody’s family, you see. Nobody really knows whose sterile or not. But, ah well… I’m sure wherever we ship off to next will cheer up old mopey here… I hear some bases get local farmer’s queuing up to hand over their prettiest daughters every evening, ‘cause all the local men have left to work in the cities…”

So the conversation carried on, with the older boys telling more tales they’d heard, or been a part of, from all these exotic locations. Once again it made Alex’s skin itch that there was all that world out there. So much she could see and experience… except not if she ended up with a baby in her belly over the next year or so. Trapped in an endless cycle of the best advice from midwives and queues of potential suitors **** to catch her eye. She sat back into Sean’s embrace and watched her world drift by, feeling the twitch and throb of his oh-so-hygienic invasion still inside her. Was this really where she wanted to be?