Hippie giving head

 

The goddamn hippies were at it again.

They disgusted and amused Sergeant Cobb of the United
States Army, the barrel-chested officer who stood at
the window of his Army recruitment office, watching the
scene play out before him on the street outside.

About a hundred or so wild-haired pinko Commie college
students from the nearby university, along with a few
scruffy troublemakers out looking for thrills or flower
girl pussy, were chanting and waving placards with ‘US
OUT OF VIETNAM.’ LBJ BABY KILLER, and the ubiquitous,
‘HELL NO WE WON’T GO.’

Like clockwork, from one end of the street, a menacing
row of riot police appeared with their gas masks and
shields, stopping and standing at stern attention, just
waiting for their orders to move in. The hippies
screamed and taunted with bullhorns, and of course all
it took was one thrown bottle and all of a sudden here
comes the fuzz in military lockstep, their black boots
tromping in unison.

It was only a matter of seconds when the first canister
of teargas arched over with a trailing plume of smoke,
bounced and skittered within the crowd, and chaos
erupted. Suddenly students were either running away or
flailing full force into the baton-swinging melee.

The sergeant chuckled when one skinny kid with a huge
Afro haircut met the business end of a burly cops baton
with his face and reeled backwards, knocking down
another hippie. The cops were on them like vultures,
wrestling and sitting on them until they were cuffed
hand and foot.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cobb saw a pretty young
girl who couldn’t have been older than eighteen fleeing
from an angry policeman. She was wearing sandals, a
billowy white blouse with puffy sleeves and ultra tight
faded bellbottom jeans that laced up in the crotch.
Cobb got an erection just looking at her ass and the
way her tits jiggled under her blouse. The cop cornered
her between two cars, grabbed her by her waist length
strawberry blonde hair and yanked her backwards and
then slung her over the hood of a Buick.

“You fucking pig!” She was screaming at the top of her
lungs. “Police Brutality!”

Cobb stepped out of his storefront office in the strip
center and strolled over to where the cop was now
manhandling the teenager and struggling to grip her
flailing wrists so he could handcuff the wild cat.

Cobb was used to the tear gas, and ignored it as it
stung his steel gray eyes. He grabbed the girl’s arms
in his vice-like grip to allow the cop to handcuff her.

“Hold still you little cunt.” The officer cursed behind
his gas mask.

“Ooooooowwww! You fucking asshole! That hurts!” The
girl squealed as the officer pressed his crotch against
her ass to hold her still and snapped the cuffs on
tight, angry and frustrated with her struggling.

From out of nowhere, a black student came and jumped on
the officer’s back. As other police officers rushed
over to assist, Cobb yanked the girl away and said,
“I’ll take care of this one.”

Cobb took the girl firmly by the arm, and led her to
the recruitment office as she winced and grunted from
his steel grip, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks
from the after effects of the gas burning her eyes.
Cobb locked the door behind him and then led the girl
to the restroom, where he filled glass after glass of
water and used them to douse her face and eyes. Much of
the water spilled over her blouse and caused it to
become transparent, Cobb could now see that the pretty
young girl was without a bra, her pink nipple buds
poking through the sheer wet cotton material. His
erection was harder than ever.

“Stop it! That’s enough!” The girl cried.

Cobb paused to look at the girl, who was about the same
age as his own daughter. “Are you all right?”

“I was until that pig caught me.” She said angrily.
“Thanks to you.”

“Come over here and sit. What’s your name sweet
cheeks?” Cobb asked as he led the girl to a plastic
chair in his office.

“None of your fucking business. And don’t call me
‘sweet cheeks’ you male chauvinist asshole!”

“Does your mother know you talk like that?”

“What’s it to you?” The girl sassed.

Cobb felt an urge to slap the insolent teen, but he
never hit a woman in his life. He was raised better
than that. Cobb kept his cool instead and continued.

“What are you going to do, hold me here until the cops
come and get me?” The girl blustered.

“Well, that depends.” Cobb answered.

“On what?”

“On how well you cooperate with me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The girl asked
suspiciously. “You want me to get on my knees and give
you a blow job to let me go or something? You fucking
pervert! You and those cops are all alike.”

“Just tell me your name.” Cobb said calmly.

The girl stared harshly at Cobb, then sighed and
uttered defiantly with a raised eyebrow, “Christine.”

“Good. That’s a start.” Cobb smiled. “My name is
Sergeant Cobb. U.S. Army.”

“Big fucking deal.” Christine spat back.

“You got a big chip on your shoulder their young lady.”
Cobb said calmly. “Want to tell me about it?”

“Screw you and the army. Screw your recruiting office
too.” Christine hissed with venom. “How can you send
teenagers over there to die for this stupid war. You’re
turning them into butchers. They’re killing and
murdering innocent people over there!”

“Is that right?”

“Hell, yes!”

“Well, I guess I’m in the wrong business, then.” Cobb
said sarcastically.

“Get these cuffs off me. They hurt like hell.”

“I’ll take them off if you promise me one thing.”

“I’m not gonna suck your dick, if that’s what you’re
thinking.” Christine assured him vehemently.

“You know that’s the second time you’ve brought that
up. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you really
wanted to.” Cobb smirked.

Christine gasped with shock. “What? In your dreams!
Fuck you!”

Cobb was amused by her attitude. He liked her spunk.
“Listen up Christine. I’ll take the cuffs off, and all
you have to do is watch a little film.”

“Are you serious? What kind of film? Some sort of porno
movie?”

“Jeezuz, kid, is that all you think about?”

“No!” Christine said quickly when she realized that she
was indeed making overtly sexual remarks.

“It’s just a film about the army.” Cobb told her. “It
was made especially for young women… like you.”

“Why would I want to watch that?”

“It might change your mind about the war.”

“Are you serious? Nothing could change my mind!”

“Then let’s watch it.”

“No! I’m not going to listen to your bullshit military
industrial complex propaganda!”

“What are you afraid of?” Cobb challenged subtly.

“I’m not afraid of anything!” Christine said with
defiance. After a long pause, and feeling her ideology
challenged, she finally said, “Okay, I’ll watch your
stupid film. Now take these damn handcuffs off.”

Cobb went to his drawer and grabbed a huge set of keys.
He took a spare handcuff key and released Christine’s
hands from behind her back. She sighed with relief and
began rubbing her reddened and sore wrists. In a
heavily sarcastic manner, she muttered, “Thank you.”

“All right, then. Let me just set up my little audio
visual presentation.” Cobb said as he opened a storage
closet and rolled out a huge projector and screen box
that reminded Christine of her old high school film
presentations.

‘This should be good for a few laughs.’ Christine
thought as she crossed her arms in front of her. ‘If he
thinks he can recruit me, he has another thing coming.’

Cobb turned on the projector, and then stepped over to
a wall switch to turn out the lights. The projector
began to rattle as the film stock fed through the
multiple wheels of the projector. The light box lit up
and soon the pre-film countdown numbers rolled by,
followed by a blackout, and then the film began.

THE UNITED STATES ARMY

Followed by:

LOOKING FOR THE RIGHT STUFF

Christine mockingly guffawed and slouched in the
plastic chair as military marching music and an image
of a billowing U.S. flag followed. A voiceover began:

“The United States Army is not just for men anymore.”
Came the deep sounding voice of the narrator as the
scene of a girl in stiff army fatigues flashed on the
screen. “Young women are also needed to help protect
this great land of ours, as well as the rest of the
world, from the threat of Communist aggression.”

“This is such bullshit.” Christine whispered to
herself.

More scenes followed of uniformed girls sitting at
radar control centers, radio consoles, mapping tables
and official looking military meetings. The narrator
continually pointed out how very important women were
to the military in this day and time.

Gone were the days of Rosie the Riveter and wives
staying back home to kick in and help with the war
effort there. Now, women were just as important to the
Army as anyone else, and the Army understood the
importance of equal opportunities for those of the
fairer sex.

‘This is so condescending.’ Christine thought at first,
but the longer the film went on about women in the
military, the more uncomfortable she became, shifting
around in her chair. The reason for the disturbing
feeling she was getting was the underlying sense that
she was beginning to agree with some of the more
compelling things about the film, as well as many of
the interesting points it made.

‘I can’t believe I’m falling for this crap.’ Christine
thought after a few minutes. ‘But…it’s really…’

Christine closed her eyes for a moment and shook her
head, as if something was crawling across her brain.
‘This is so… strange.’

After several more minutes, something on the screen
caught her eye, and then it was gone. Then her
attention was captured by some footage of shirtless
Army troops working at piling sandbags, their shiny
muscle and sinew straining and moving as they worked.
One soldier in particular captured her attention.

‘Gosh. He’s kind of… groovy… and… sexy.’
Christine thought for a fraction of a second, and then
caught herself. ‘Jeez, what am I thinking?’

More footage of men marching, and for a second,
Christine could swear they all had stiff erections
under their starched uniforms, but she blinked and they
were gone. Christine got a prickly feeling on her arms,
neck and back, and soon she began to breath heavily
through her nose, her temperature rising imperceptibly
as she watched the film now with rapt attention, slowly
being seduced and taken in by the overt as well as
covert messages.

Her eyes began to glaze over, and every single one of
the subliminal themes and images were now captured by
her mind’s eye like a camera, imbedding themselves in
her vulnerable psyche. Slowly she began to feel very…
funny… sort of… aroused.

‘Oh wow. What in the world is this? What’s happening to
me?’ Christine thought as she tried to clear her pretty
blonde head. She could have sworn she saw a picture of
a girl getting fucked by one soldier between her legs
while another was stuffing his cock down her throat. It
made her gasp and gave her a strong feeling of arousal.

Despite her inherent resistance to the pro-Army themes
of the film, she couldn’t help but feel strangely
compelled by them. Every time she saw a male soldier in
uniform, she felt a pleasant stirring in her crotch,
which was warming and tingling more and more as the
film went on.

Sergeant Cobb sat relaxed and rocking quietly behind
his desk in the dark, watching Christine intently with
a grin on his face. The specially crafted recruitment
film was slowly taking in the once radical and defiant
little flower girl that fearlessly mouthed off to him
earlier. It was thrilling to know that once the film
was over, Christine would be totally entranced by the
thought of Army life.

Christine was now making barely audible sighing and
moaning sounds as she continued squirming around in her
chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and rubbing
her thighs, trying desperately to keep her hands from
wondering in between to her warmed up and pleasantly
itching crotch. She was really starting to dig this
whole Army scene now. The uniforms were so groovy, and
the soldiers were like out of sight, man.

The narrator wrapped up his patriotic speech, and then
the screen faded to black with the words ‘THE END’ as
the music quieted into the background. Cobb had already
gotten up and flicked the lights back on. Christine’s
eyes blinked from the sudden brightness, and she waited
for them to adjust to the light.

“So, what did you think?” Cobb asked with a smile.

“Far out, man!” Christine replied excitedly as she
jumped out of her chair, her pert breasts bouncing
under her shirt. “I never knew the Army was so…cool!”

“I thought it might change your mind.” Cobb said.

“Totally man!” Christine said. “And all that stuff I
said before…”

“Oh, never mind all that.” Cobb chuckled.

“Wow!” Christine said, her mind totally blown by the
experience. Her blood was pumping and she couldn’t get
over the still lingering feelings of arousal in her
nubile teenage body. Her nipples were fully erect and
her pussy felt all warm and oily. When she looked at
Cobb for what seemed like really the first time, she
could not get over how really handsome and his uniform
made him look so… sexy. Her mind reeled by the sudden
urge to drop to her knees right in front of him and
give him a blowjob.

Sergeant Cobb looked out the door of his office and
through the front window. It seemed like things had
calmed down outside. “Well, it looks like it’s settled
a bit out there.”

“Yea, I guess…” Christine hardly heard his words. All
she could do was look up at him like a love struck
teenybopper staring at a Bobby Sherman poster, admiring
his large build and profile.

“I guess you’d want to be getting on home now.” Cobb
said.

“Um, well…” Christine began, as panic set in when she
realized Cobb was dismissing her.

“Is there something else you wanted to say?” Cobb
asked, giggling in his mind.

“I… I’d like… to…” Christine words spilled forth.

“Yes?”

“I’d like to… join the Army.” She said, and couldn’t
believe the words as she said them. Not an hour ago,
she was fully bound and determined to let the
government know in no uncertain terms what she thought
of the U.S. Army as well as the Vietnam War. What was
happening to her? Was she going insane? Maybe she was
having and acid flashback from the LSD she took last
week in her dorm room.

Sergeant Cobb arched a bushy eyebrow and said, “Is that
right?”

“Yes!” Christine assured him, as if there were any
doubt.

“You think you have the right stuff for the U.S. Army
young lady?”

“Yes, sir!” Christine exclaimed, stunned by her quick
outburst. Did she really just call him ‘sir’? If her
friends from the National Organization of Women
would’ve heard that, they would have despised her.

“Well, I hope you’re serious about this.” Cobb said.
“It’s a very important decision to make.”

“Absolutely!” Christine assured the sergeant.

“In that case…” Cobb said as he headed to the front
window and pulled the blinds closed. He then checked to
make sure the front door was locked and flipped the
sign over to read ‘BE BACK SOON.’ “…We have a few
things we need to go over.”

Christine followed him like an obedient puppy, her eyes
wide and nodding eagerly, unable to wait for what
Sergeant Cobb had in mind, so that she could show him
just how serious she was about her decision.

“First, I need to give you a little physical exam, just
to make sure you’re fit for the United States Army.”
Cobb said.

“Um. Okay.”

“Take your top off.” Cobb ordered.

“What?” Christine asked, utterly shocked by what she
had just heard.

“Normally we have a nurse that does this, but she
didn’t come in today.” Cobb informed the stunned teen.

“I… I don’t know… are you sure?” Christine
stammered in confusion.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Cobb questioned her,
as if to challenge her doubts.

“I… guess not.” Christine said, after deciding she
didn’t want to blow this opportunity, and then slowly
slipped her billowy white shirt up and over her head,
allowing her firm mounds to spill and bounce free.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this a hundred times to girls
just like you.” Cobb said. “You’ll get used to this
when you get to basic training. Of course, that is, if
you make it past me.”

Christine took that as a challenge and said with bright
eagerness, “Okay, what do I do first?”

Cobb admired the smoothness and shape of her perfect
teardrop shaped tits, her pink nubs erect and extended
in all their glory. He’d seen a few young hippie chicks
in his day, but nothing as nice and well built as this
one. He walked over behind Christine and told her,
“Place your hands behind your head, and take a deep
breath, and hold it as long as you can. On the count of
three… one… two… three…”

On ‘three’ Christine sucked in air into her ample lungs
and held it, her chest extended outwards. Sergeant Cobb
then reached around on either side of her torso and
placed his hands over her breasts, palming them firmly.
Christine jumped at his touch, but her only thought was
to hold her breath for as long as she could. She was
going to pass this exam no matter what.

“I’m testing your lung capacity.” Cobb informed the
puzzled girl, who was blushing pink with Cobb’s
vigorous fondling. His fingers kneaded her soft pillows
while Christine continued holding her breath.

It wasn’t something Christine would normally have let a
stranger do to her, but it sure felt good when Sergeant
Cobb touched her boobs. It felt real good actually. So
good she felt like she was wetting her jeans. She was
glad he was behind her, so he couldn’t see how horny
she was getting, and the thin smile across her face.
What was wrong with her? This guy was old enough to be
her father.

Christine finally let her breath out in a heavy gasp.
Cobb gave her one last squeeze and said, “Very good.”

That made the pretty teen smile as she tried to stifle
a silly giggle of pride. She turned around without any
embarrassment now and asked, “Okay, what next?”

“Take your jeans off.” Cobb said with cool authority,
as if he had done this a million times.

Christine hesitated at first, her mind still trying to
fathom what was happening, and why she was so eager and
willing to go along with all this, when her normal
radical idealism would normally have prevented it. It
just seemed to be the right thing to do, and so she
began quickly untying the laces at the front of her
faded bell-bottom jeans with the flower, peace sign and
smiley face patches.

Cobb took a deep breath when she bent over to peel the
jeans down over her milky thighs, and then step out of
them, now wearing only a pair of white cotton panties
and sandals that strapped up her shapely calves. She
kicked them aside and then stood at nervous attention,
as Cobb looked her over.

“Spread your legs just a bit.” Cobb instructed the
bashful teen. When she did so after a reluctant pause,
Cobb reached into her panties, cupped her pussy and
said, “Turn your head and cough.”

Christine, blushing like crazy, did as she was told,
and gulped, as Cobb’s hand seemed to squeeze and
massage her most intimate area. She was in a near panic
state when she realized that her arousal-induced juices
had probably soaked her panties. Her ass cheeks
clenched and she couldn’t help but moan as Cobb
continued his fondling. She had her eyes closed, and
her body was quivering with Cobb’s touch. She couldn’t
take it any more, and let out a long sigh.

“Are you alright, Christine?”

“Uh…Yes…I…um…” was all the shaken Christine
could utter.

“Okay, let’s take your pulse and temperature.”

Christine was altogether relieved and regretful when
Cobb removed his hand from her panties. She looked at
him with awe and wonder. How could this person make her
feel this way? For a moment she thought of her
boyfriend Jeff, a student at the college and member of
a radical campus group. What would he say if he saw her
now? Suddenly she didn’t care. Jeff was a loser who
didn’t understand how cool the Army was.

“I need you to bend over this table, Christine.”

“Yes, sir.” Christine said dutifully. She felt a
growing euphoria following orders, and also knowing she
was that much closer to realizing her wonderful new
dream. If this was what the Army was like, she was
going to love it. She bent over slightly placed her
hands on the nearby table just as she was told.

Cobb told Christine, “Don’t be alarmed, but since the
nurse is out and we don’t have the usual medical
instruments, I’m going to have to do this the old
fashioned Army way. So spread you legs just a little
bit.”

Christine turned her head when she heard Cobb unzip his
pants, wondering exactly what he was going to do.
“Uh… what…?”

“Just relax and look straight ahead. I’m going to pull
your panties down now.”

“Why?”

“So I can take your temperature.”

“Oh.” Christine said nervously. This was scary and
exciting at the same time. Is this really how they took
a woman’s temperature? It sure was a strange way to do
it.

Christine gasped when she felt Cobb spread her ass
apart just a bit so that he could get better access to
her sopping wet vagina. As he fingered and spread her
pink pussy lips apart with one set of fingers, he
guided the head of his thick cock to her opening with
the other. He slipped in easily at first, and then
Christine gasped and clenched her twat around Cobb’s
member as he slowly pushed it in with a low grunt.

“I…I’ve never heard of… ummmm… taking
someone’s… ooooh… temperature like… unnnh…
this.” Christine moaned as she braced herself against
the table.

“You’ll learn a lot of things like this in the Army.”
Cobb grunted back.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Christine sighed loudly as Cobb
filled her. She blushed quickly, embarrassed by her
ecstatic outburst, but she couldn’t help how she felt.
It felt just like he was fucking her, and that made her
feel totally…well, she just couldn’t explain it. She
only hoped that this didn’t hurt her chances of making
it into the Army. She just couldn’t wait to wear that
uniform, and meet all those other groovy soldiers.

Sergeant Cobb placed a hand on Christine’s wrist to
find her pulse while he slowly pumped his cock in and
out of her warm pussy. He loved eighteen year olds.
They were always so tight and wet after they watched
his recruiting film.

After twenty minutes or so, Christine was on the verge
of orgasm, but she hesitated giving in since she didn’t
want to scream out like she usually did when she had
sex. She couldn’t help it though, and finally shivered
with a long intense orgasm that shook through her lithe
body. “Um… Sergeant Cobb… are you almost… umm…
through taking my… unh…temperature?”

Cobb was so into his thrusting that he barely heard
Christine’s question. “Oh… yeah! I’m almost done.”

Christine groaned when Cobb pulled out, extremely
disappointed by the empty feeling in her pussy now.

“Okay, one more thing I have to do, and your exam is
done.” Cobb said as he gave Christine a light tap on
her firm ass. “Turn around and get down on your knees.”

“On my knees?”

“Yep.”

Christine hesitated. This seemed awfully familiar
territory, but if it was what Sergeant Cobb wanted…

“Okay.” Christine said as she dropped down to the
carpet on her knees before Cobb, whose cock was still
out of his uniform and glistening wet with the
teenager’s sweet pussy juice.

“Open your mouth and say, ‘Ah.'” Cobb instructed.

Christine swallowed and licked her lips instinctively.
Was he really going to do what she thought he was going
to do? “Um, Sergeant Cobb?”

“Yes?”

“Why am I doing this?” The young blonde asked
suspiciously.

“So I can check your tonsils.” Cobb answered.

That made sense, and Christine suddenly brightened and
gushed, “Oh! Okay!”

When the nubile young teen turned her face up at Cobb
and opened her mouth wide, Cobb used his cock like a
tongue depressor, and then shoved the entire length
into her mouth. “That’s good, now roll your tongue
around it so I can get a good feel for your tonsils.
Try to get it as far in as you can.”

Christine eagerly did as she was told, almost gagging
as she took Cobb’s prick as deep down her throat as
possible. This was strange, but it was just like the
time she tried deep-throating Jeff, her now ex-
boyfriend.

She hoped Sergeant Cobb didn’t know how much she was
starting to like this. She didn’t want him to think she
was getting some kind of sexual pleasure out of it,
even though she really was. Christine closed her eyes
and soon began to instinctively suck off the groaning
Army sergeant.

Cobb looked down at the pretty blonde teen as her head
went back and forth, her lips wrapped tight around his
tool. His balls were about to explode, and he told
Christine, “Don’t panic, but I’m about to ejaculate in
your mouth. All you need to do is swallow. It’s full of
vitamins, so it’ll be very good for you. When you get
into the Army, I recommend you get at least one dose of
spunk every day. Okay?”

Christine nodded and mumbled affirmatively. She never
knew that semen was full of vitamins, but if Sergeant
Cobb said so, he must know what he was talking about.
All of a sudden, she couldn’t wait to swallow the milky
liquid that she knew was about to spill down her
throat. She began to suck enthusiastically so she could
make him come faster.

Cobb groaned loudly and began to unload in Christine’s
waiting mouth. He watched as she slurped and swallowed
down every bit like she couldn’t get it fast enough. He
patted her softly on the cheek and told her, “That’s
very good Christine. You’re gonna make a hell of a
soldier with that kind of enthusiasm.”

His words only served to egg Christine on, and she
continued to give him a sumptuous blowjob. She was very
proud of herself, and knowing that she was pleasing
Sergeant Cobb made her feel very special… and so
fucking horny she couldn’t stand it.

After he let Christine lick him off, Cobb zipped up as
he instructed her to get dressed. “When you’re done,
come into my office and we’ll start your paperwork.
We’ll have you shipped out to basic training in no
time. I think you’ve go the right stuff after all,
young lady.”

Cobb left Christine alone with a huge smile on her
smooth cheeked face, her body erect with pride as she
pulled on her jeans and shirt. Sergeant Cobb made her
feel so good. Better than anything.

Now she was very eager to learn things like marching,
saluting and following orders, and the tougher the
better too. She just couldn’t contain herself at the
thought of becoming a member of the United States Army.
She only wished Sergeant Cobb could be her Drill
Instructor.

As Christine finally headed to Cobb’s office, she
giggled at the little double entendre she made.