Denson's Adventures

I began this series in the middle of Denson's overall story. Think of it as completing Chapter 4, before eventually returning to 1 through 3. Denson meeting Kari was my favorite introduction, and I wanted to put her first moments on paper first. So now that I am on this path, I'm going to follow this story line before going back to the beginning. I'd like to thank Threewives for his patience and support. He's had answers to all my questions along the way. And I'd also like to thank neuroparenthetical for his knowledge and crash course in proper English. I could not have finished this chapter without them. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

It had been a month since Sergeant First Class Denson Bradmore had arrived at Fort Huachuca.

The move from the chaos of Fort Bragg to the slow, low-drag pace of southern Arizona was supposed to have been a reset for him and his wife, Tracey, but before he had even made it to his new post, Denson had already decided he wanted a divorce.

In the exact moment he had needed comfort, and probably a good distraction, he'd found himself with a young barmaid who had not made him work very hard for either. Kari had allowed Denson to cum deep inside her unprotected body without even knowing her last name. The knowledge he could have impregnated her had made the whole night more real.

Denson settled into a two-story townhouse near the fort and did not bother decorating. The walls stayed bare--no pictures, no posters, nothing personal. He bought only what he needed: a bed, a table, a single chair with a detachable footstool, and a small TV from the Post Exchange. From the post lending closet, he picked up a plate, a bowl, a fork, and a spoon--but no knife. He carried one every day anyway.

Most of his time away from his soldier--many of whom he considered incompetent--were spent reading either at a coffee stand or sitting alone in that one chair.

At first, Tracey called every day at 3 a.m. and 2 p.m., each call going straight to voicemail. He quickly realized she was calling at those hours because it was 6 a.m. and 5 p.m. at Bragg.

The texts came next. Bursts of one-sided conversations that swung wildly betweenYou are all I wantandYou're an asshole.They were followed by emails in ALL CAPS with nude photos of her performing sexual acts of all kinds. It was hard for him to look at honey and bananas the same way after that, but for the energy she'd put into the campaign, it proved futile.

The messaging stopped when his brother-in-law, Jason, got involved.

Fresh off earning his law degree, Jason wasted no time in preparing the separation paperwork, along with acquiring a formal no-contact order that was delivered by the local Sheriff's Office right along with it. It was the first real step toward cutting Tracey out of Denson's life for good.

He had introduced his former soldier, Corporal Jason Lewis, to his sister, Lisa, seven years earlier. Jason liked to joke that Denson had saved his life and then introduced him to the love of it.

Jason and Lisa had always hated Tracey. When Denson had told them everything, neither of them had bothered hiding their relief. Lisa especially could not stand the idea of her brother being tied down to what she called an "Army trailer-trash groupie."

In her mind, Tracey was dangerous because she was the kind of woman who could take everything from him. Tracey was short, with brown hair and eyes, a perfectly shaped bubble butt, and big breasts for a small frame. It had been obvious to Lisa that her greatest gifts were doing pretty much what she'd done to try to keep Denson wriggling on that hook.

Drunk one night, Denson had told his sister that Tracey could enthrall any human being on earth when she fucked them. She would do anything a man desired and even improve upon it. He'd quipped that it was like she was made to sin. The fact he'd known she was a slut and still married her had scared Lisa. She'd been determined not to lose her brother and best friend in the world to a psychotic harlot.

Thus, when Denson had mentioned his night with Kari, Lisa had not hesitated;"Call her back, dummy!"

To Lisa, an eighteen-year-old barmaid who could make her brother smile was already an improvement. She did not care about background, age, or timing. She only cared that something had finally loosened Tracey's hold.

With a glass of scotch in him, more courage than punctuation, and the very odd blessing of his beloved sister, Denson finally sent the text:

"Hi this is Denson, is this Kari?"

Then he waited... for hours.

The reply came at 1 a.m.

"Hi, I just finished work. Is this who I think it is?"

"Yes"

"Denson Bradmore?"

"Yes."

"WTF took you so long?"

After that, they texted every day.

The texts were nothing deep at first. He learned her last name was Wolfe. She liked Westerns but hated country music. She thought pizza was better with BBQ sauce. Denson, in turn, told her about work, his soldiers, and whatever book he was reading. When she asked about Tracey, he answered--but only just enough.

Most days, after enduring Tracey's latest effort to reach out--yes, in defiance of the court order--he found himself texting Kari. It felt to him like rinsing something bitter out of his mouth; she was easy and light--a place his mind could go without dragging everything else with it.

Once Jason finally shut Tracey down for good, Denson started calling Kari every night when she was not working and texted several times during the day.

He wanted to see her again, sit across from her, and hear her laugh in person. They talked about it, but Kari living with her parents made things complicated. She was not ready to explain him to her parents. She didn't even have the words to describe what was going on between them.

Denson's life settled into routine. Work was managing his Military Police soldiers and babysitting the officers assigned to "help," all while quietly hoping he would not get a call about a stupid MP getting their own DUI.

Kari's life could not have been more different. She split her time between high school and working at the diner in Benson. What had happened with Denson had not been like her, but even at just eighteen, she already knew what she wanted. When he had walked into that diner, something about him had felt immediate and unavoidable. She'd followed through by fucking him, and she'd liked it more than she should have.

Kari daydreamed every day of the experience and its sheer bliss, using her fingers to give herself some resemblance of satisfaction. She imagined Denson's cock buried inside her shaven pussy; her wavy hair matted with lovemaking sweat; green eyes closed and her freckled face contorted because of her pending explosion; all while her soldier squeezed her pliable breasts and sucked her little pink nipples.

Kari had assumed she would never hear from him again. She had told herself it would be okay because they had had one night. When his message had finally come, it had felt like the beginning of something she didn't quite understand but hadn't wanted to question.

Their conversations stretched on for hours and she felt like she could tell him anything. But over time she began to notice things. Denson listened more than he shared, and answered questions but skipped entire parts of his life. Whole years were often reduced to a sentence.

"I ended up in Oklahoma after I joined the Army."In truth, it had been seven years summed up in those ten words, leaving out multiple assignments and deployments in-between.

Later, she would learn how much he had left out.

Kari could tell there were parts of him he did not want to talk about, and she did not push. Still, she wanted more, and after a month of calls and texts she did not just want to hear his voice anymore. She wanted to see her soldier.

The opportunity came at the beginning of May in the form of Senior Ditch Day. Her boss practically forced her to take the weekend off to enjoy one of the last crazy weekends of her high school years.

When she told Denson, he kept it casual. "Maybe we could hang out if you have time?"

Kari had already figured him out a little. Sometimes, he needed things spelled out. "Hang out?" she said, adding some sass and disbelief to the two words. "I'm driving to Sierra Vista and you're going to show me around."

The plan was simple: she would meet him at his townhouse. She prepared like a Girl Scout and packed for all possibilities. Whether it was a simple date and then a drive back to Benson or an all-weekend adventure, she was ready to make as many of her fantasies come true as she could.

Denson, in preparation for Kari's arrival, picked up his dry cleaning and made his bed. He also hired a cleaning service to thoroughly clean his place. They felt guilty for taking his money because it was so easy. He had very little furniture, a living room barely used, and no silverware to clean.

Thirty-eight minutes after leaving her friend Maxine's "all-weekend Senior Ditch Day" party, Kari pulled into Denson's neighborhood and spotted him immediately: Sun Devils baseball hat, beach-wear sunglasses, old jeans, a T-shirt, and a look of happiness.

Her heart kicked harder than she'd expected. She parked, stepped out, and tried to play it cool, but it did not help.

Denson watched her approach and realized too late that he had underestimated how much he'd wanted to see her. His brain went into overdrive, and then his groin started to catch up.

The short walk to his door felt longer to both of them than it should have. They were too quiet; both of them were thinking too much.

At the door, something in him snapped. He did not want to wait anymore.

Denson unlocked the front door, and the two entered the townhouse. As soon as the door closed, Denson grabbed her shoulders and spun her against the wall, pulling her into a long and impassioned kiss, pressing his body against hers. If Kari had any doubts about what Denson wanted, they were removed at the first touch of her lips to his.

Kari's perfume was driving Denson feral. His jeans were tightening by the millisecond, and Kari's hand found the bulge, squeezing his cock as he tasted her neck, shoulders, and lips. She was not letting go, and was threatening to force his seed into his jeans.

Kari broke the kiss. "Bedroom?" she asked.

Guessing the bedroom was upstairs, Kari took his hand and attempted to lead the way, as there was no need for further conversation, but she made the mistake of unbuckling her pants as she started up the stairs. Her pants immediately began to sag, revealing she was commando for their date. Denson could not wait and stopped her on the fifth step. He pushed Kari gently downwards to the stairs and brought his hands around the sides to pull her pants down. After exposing her peach shaped ass, he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, powering through the awkwardness with lust-fueled strength.

Kari heard Denson's belt being undone, and his fly unzip; an excited whimper escaped as she realized his profound need to be with her. Denson placed his rock-hard pole onto her backside and quickly found her slit, wet and ready for him.

"Oh yesssss, yes, yes, yes," she repeated.

Denson slid his thick member into the angel underneath him. The angle of his cock was perfect, but after only a couple feverish strokes, he realized the stairs were not ideal for what they both needed. As he helped her up, he apologized for his excitement, which made her want him even more.

They entered the bedroom with only the moonlight to guide them. Kari fell onto her back and he followed, landing on top of her. They tasted each other's tongues while Kari had both hands entwined in what little hair she could grab from his Army haircut. Denson was already naked, as his clothes had easily come off while rushing to bed from the stairs. He was between Kari's parted legs, and lifted his body to help pull the remainder of her jeans and shoes off. Meanwhile, Kari pulled off her shirt to reveal her flawless body.

Denson looked down at the figure below him. Her breasts were gorgeous, with small darker areolas and pink nipples on top. Excited for what is about to come, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her opening and pushed forward again, filling her completely. He enjoyed the moment of watching this vixen acquaint herself with his thick cock. He was also wary of starting to move right away, for fear he might shoot off prematurely.

Kari, unaware of that particular concern, began to clamp down on Denson's cock, telling him in no uncertain terms that she wanted to be fucked properly. Denson replied by moving his hips--slowly at first, then gradually sliding in and out of her soft insides. She could feel the large helmet of his raging erection burrowing into her.

Taking advantage of Kari's flowing juices, Denson steadily increased his speed, sliding in and out easily. He bent over, smashing their bodies together, and returning to the addictive taste of her skin and lips. He loved the feeling of her nipples pressing into his chest.

Kari's moans became animalistic as his pace quickened and his strokes became longer--deeper in, further out. He wanted to fuck her with everything he had. Soon, the slapping sound of their groins colliding filled the room. Kari took as much of Denson as he could give; for all the raw intensity of their coupling, she felt wanted and safe in his care.

Denson leaned back from Kari while staying between her legs, pulling them towards him and over his shoulders. The new angle allowed Denson's throbbing cock head to push against her cervix which sent shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. She was overwhelmed; on pure instinct, she spread her legs wider using Denson's hands as support. She needed to give him full and complete access, and thus show him that she was completely submitting to his feverish fucking.

Her sounds of pleasure rang out in time with every thrust, but they became background noise compared to the sound of their bodies colliding as his cock stretched her pussy to the limits. She gripped at the bed sheets, white knuckled, as her mouth opened to emit a guttural cry of passion.

Denson pushed on, close to his own explosion. He grabbed Kari's upper thighs and thrust his cock into her as his hands pulled her entire body towards him. Kari had abandoned reality and climaxed in a storm of excitement. Denson's orgasm exploded the second Kari's began. He fired every seed he had deep into her body. Denson was resigned to the possibility of pregnancy because she was gorgeous and it might be what he actually wanted.

Denson's orgasm finally ended, and he had no idea how long it had been. His final few convulsions into Kari's tender pussy kept her own orgasm stretching beyond any she had ever experienced. Denson did not want the vision below him to move when he was done. He began to slowly caress her legs and leave wet kisses along her knees.

Kari finally came back to reality and pulled Denson down to her, which included urging his eager tongue into her mouth. His cock slowly softened inside her as they lay together. When Denson finally pulled away, a stream of their juices flowed between the glistening lips of her pussy. He rolled out from between her legs, lying on his back to recover. Kari slid her hand down to her pussy, feeling their collective juices. She recovered and went to the connected bathroom before Denson could reclaim control of his breathing.

He watched Kari walking naked into his bathroom. He watched as she tried to untangle her messy hair and then, using his only towel, clean their fluids from her lady parts. He reminded himself she was only eighteen. He hoped he could keep up with her as the night wore on.

Kari came back into the bedroom with a Cheshire smile and sat on the side of the bed. He was curious about what she was grinning about until she gripped his sticky cock and used their combined fluids from her pussy to stroke him. Denson worried that his poor body might fail him; he was not as young as he'd used to be. He need not have worried, however; her touch soon had his member rising to the occasion. Once it was erect to her satisfaction, Kari leaned forward and took it into her mouth, running her tongue along the head as she enveloped his entire shaft.

Denson looked down at her as she bobbed her head up and down his pole while she massaged his balls. Her eyes were open and laser focused on his cock as she began to take its entirety into her mouth, and then her throat.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," was all Denson could say.

He brought one hand to the back of her head and controlled her pace, gripping the back of her hair as she slid up and down. The sight, never mind the sensations, had more of an effect on him than he'd expected. He already felt the need to cum once again. His cock, thick and with a bulb too big for easy consumption, disappeared between her full lips. He brought a second hand to her head and she held still, allowing him to thrust upward into her mouth. He fucked her face as she moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as she fought her gag reflex. He eventually pushed up and steadied himself in her throat. Kari allowed him to enjoy that control until she needed air to keep from passing out.

Eventually, she understood it was a "now or never" situation: if they stayed in this position, she realized he would cum into her throat and be too exhausted to help her with her own release.

She pulled away; Denson watched as she rose. He leaned into the pile of Army blankets he used as extra pillows at the top of the bed. She followed him until she could straddle and mount him. Kari held him tight as she prepared herself for another intrusion. The image of his cock had brought her many orgasms in the past month, but they couldn't compare to the reality. She lowered herself completely onto his pole and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.

She kept going until she felt his balls touching, then began to grind against him, hoping to bring herself the kind of pleasure he was obviously already enjoying. Denson recovered some of his senses and guided her so she could continue moving and not fall off. Kari began sliding up from his cock--up to the edge of her slit, then slamming back down as hard as she could. She realized she'd be sore later, but she simply did not care. She was riding a wave of euphoria as surely as she was riding his thick cock, and her instincts were telling her to impale herself fully upon it over and over.

Denson looked up at Kari as she abused her pussy with his cock. Her hair was a mess of sweat, tangled from having been used as a handhold. She was supporting herself with her hands on his thighs, and his hands upon her hips helped to brace her. Her legs were doing most of the work, sawing her body in half with his manhood, but her bouncing breasts were doing their own kind of number on her captive and wide-eyed audience.

Kari milked his cock by squeezing as she pulled out and relaxing as she drove down to his balls, but soon realized that Denson couldn't take much more. Slowing down, she leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest. He took the moment to bring his hands to her breasts, which had been calling out in their own way for more attention. Her nipples were hard as rocks.

Both were ready for a grand finale. Denson's manipulation of Kari's breasts was driving her crazy. Soon, she leaned forward onto his chest and began to thrust madly up and down on his cock. The assault caused Denson to explode. His hands went to her ass. He squeezed as hard as he could while he sucked on her neck.

Denson pumped thick strings of cum deep inside Kari. Feeling his cock convulsing sent her out of control. Her pussy spasmed, forcing his cum deep inside her. Denson's cock continued to twitch well after Kari came down from her orgasm. She enjoyed the feeling of him trying to give her more of his baby making juice.