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I met her on my third day in country. She was American born but her family moved her when she was very young, and so her accent was as heavy as a native born, but her English good enough for her to be our liaison. Mirit had introduced herself curtly with a firm handshake but despite her professional appearance, her body and her eyes were what we noticed first. She was a few inches shorter than me with thick dark hair hung in a pony-tail and reaching to the middle of her back. Her large almond eyes were as green but far more vibrant than her olive drab uniform. Her full lips spoke in the very unfeminine Hebrew. She was lean but still athletic and her forearms, showing under her rolled up sleeves showed how used to carrying a rifle she was. As I said, she was as professional as a new Israeli Defense Force Officer could be, but neither I nor my two colleagues stopped our admiration there.
That day she walked us around the entire old city of Jerusalem. We walked through the broader streets and plazas near the Citadel, and then through the narrow bazaars and corridors in the Arab quarter and back up winding into the Armenian quarter. Her professionalism never dropped, but Mark, Josh and I were trying to loosen up. We each outranked her, her being the equivalent of a brand new second Lieutenant, but us being as informal as we are and in an informal role today, we just wanted fun. We each took pictures and took in the smells and sights of old men smoking Nargileh and sitting back on their haunches, and the Orthodox Jews playing chess in their shop windows. The entire Old City had a rich smell of people, food, and nearly three thousand years of habitation. These three thousand years gave Mirit all the talking points she could ever need in being our tour guide and history professor.
By midafternoon though we had circled back up through to the Citadel and left the Old City. The four of us slowly walked back to our hotel a few blocks up the hill. Passing us was every stripe of Israeli. Old, some predating the country itself, stooped low by age, and others, young and in their obligatory military service years. That's what drew our eyes: the never ending line of super-modelesque IDF females. Some in uniform with their hair down and rifles slung, and others in street clothes, short little dresses about to begin their Thursday night. They also had rifles slung next to their purses. This, we three Americans agreed, was heaven: the blending of a sexy nightlife with their military service was familiar and almost hopefully nostalgic.
Mirit caught on to our not so subtle staring and grinned to herself. As we neared our hotel, a narrow iron gate between two coffee shops, she stopped us. She'd meet us here at ten the following morning to take us up north to Tiberias, she said. We were about to give our thanks and shake her hand when she hesitated. She pursed her lips and gave the sling of her rifle a nervous tug. It was almost endearing and belied her brand new commission.
"You know", Mirit said, "Its Thursday night, and here it's the party night because Shabat starts tomorrow. If you like, I could show you Jerusalem at night?"
Josh and Mark immediately agreed, but I had a feeling we may be in for just another history lesson; they do light up the Tower of David at night, and even though its beautiful, I was done learning history for the day.
"So, are you talking Old City, or...?" I led her to be more specific with what she had in mind.
Mirit exhaled into a broad smile and looked at me, and I could swear she winked when she said "The New City. You'll love it. I'll be waiting out front in two hours, yes?" Turning on her heel she left before we could agree. The matter was settled. I guess the three of us will be out here in two hours. We chuckled at how junior she clearly was, but how confident and in control she had become when the idea of showing us the nightlife came up. We trooped off back upstairs to our individual rooms.
Two hours later, on the dot we spotted Mirit through the window of one of the coffee shops next to the hotel. We had come down early in the best we could pass for bar clothes; we hadn't packed much but polo shirts and jeans were the best we had. We were downing a few coffees a piece trying to hot wire our bodies for a possible all-nighter right in the middle of jet lag.
Josh spotted her through the window: Mirit stood, her hair down and carefully ruffled and swept across to the side. Her black dress was cut low and sleeveless and brightly tattooed arms contrast with her dark dress. Her dress flared just a hair and stopped mid-thigh. I'm not one for fashion and I don't know the terminology, but I loved the fact it was just tight enough to show her firm ass but not hug her thighs all the way down. She was beyond sexy. And to compliment this of course, was her M4 carbine hanging off her shoulder, the strap securing her purse to her. Josh tapped on the window and held up a coffee in greeting. Mirit flashed the surfer sigh "shaka" and came in. She didn't smile, but her signal showed a relaxed and oddly confident calm. She was still in control. Mark gave up his cup, brand new and high fived her.
"You have all had your coffee? Good, let's go".
The first club we went to was some EDM scene. None of us (the Americans) felt comfortable in there. The loud pulsing music and the tight bodies pressed around us all squirming reminded each of us (or maybe it was just me) of what a market is like right before an IED turns it into a barbeque. Mirit quickly saw both our discomfort, and no familiar faces and took us back out. In the chaos of it, she pulled me out of the crowd first by my hand, and then my belt. Maybe I was imagining things but I felt fingers slip up my shirt a ways as well.
The next place we went to wasn't quite a club, but wasn't quite a bar. The scene was older and quiet and the younger patrons were dancing on a small floor beside the bar.
This is where the night began.
Mirit had texted a few of her friends to meet us here, and a few minutes after we sat down with our drinks, two women and a man saw Mirit and joined us on our low couches. They introduced themselves as friends of Mirit before the IDF. Annika and Smadar were also currently serving but had a few weeks of leave. Annika was a Russian Jew with hair so blonde it was nearly white, and green eyes to match Mirits. Smadar was dark skinned and far more Arab looking than Jewish. She spoke very little English but her plunging neckline was more than enough to cross linguistic barriers. The man, Moshe was from New York and had just finished four years in the IDF and was planning on returning to New York after Hannukah. He was muscular in a more body-builder way than most combat soldiers I know; all the combat units I've been in, we're muscular, but in a more lean rugged look (if I'm being self-righteous that is) Moshe's extra muscle mass did give me pause, and while introductions were being made in halted Hebrew and English, I took a moment to check him out. I thought I was being discreet about it, but Mirit, I'd come to find out, had eyes like a hawk.
As the seven of us sat down and continued with our drinks, our conversation easily transitioned from the formal and obligator questions of where we're from, if we like it there, and what our experience with our respective militaries has been like. The next few hours passed without effort and without care, and as the cheap beer and cocktails kept coming, the 7 of us, seated between two worn out and low sitting couches accepted our close quarters and we eased up and leaned on each other and arms went around shoulders, the way they do with old friend and brothers in arms.
Returning from the bar, I found myself squeezing between Moshe and Mirit, and though of course I didn't show it, my heart skipped a beat when I sat down next to mark and felt a wall of muscle alongside my flank. Mirit leaned back again and she was pressed against me, her beautiful tattooed arm resting on my leg. Mark and Josh were happily crammed each alongside Smadar and Annika, and both were being as smooth an operator as I've ever seen. The two Israeli women were loving it and it was clear they had made up their minds already.
Goddamn I love Israel.
The night continued and so did the drinking. As we became ever more relaxed and our group conversations turned into individual conversations with our natural pairings, I became aware that Moshe kept sliding his hand along my shoulders. The first few times I figured were innocent and friendly, but they slowly became more intentional and lingering. Each one sent a shiver from his hand down my spine. For my part, I was squeezing Mirits thigh and giving her strokes and playful caresses, but just as Moshe got more deliberate, so did I. Mirit was responding in kind, leaning more on me and placing her hand on my chest and higher on my thigh as our conversation turned more towards our personal lives.
I knew a conspiracy was afoot when I felt Moshe's arm slide along mine and pause beyond my shoulder and out of the corner of my eye I saw him slide his fingers under Mirit's dress and caress her back. I played coy as I saw her lean slightly behind me and give Moshe a smoldering grin.
By now my cock was hard in my jeans, and if I stood it would betray me. Luckily Mark and Josh took the initiative. They each stood up, and taking Annika and Smadar by the hand, announced that they had decided to check out another club that Smadar and recommended. "Don't wait up, Eric" Josh said, and the girls giggling, they left Moshe, Mirit and me to ourselves.
"What club are they talking about?" I asked. We had been given strict rules form the military attache to always travel with a battle buddy, and though I'm a born rule breaker, I was still unfamiliar with the Jerusalem nightlife.
"They're probably going to the gay club" Moshe answered. I was surprised there's a gay club in Jerusalem. I had assumed Tel Aviv was the party town for queer boys and girls. I asked how big the gay scene was in the New City.
"Bigger than you'd think" Mirit said. "We all just like fun here. There's enough anger and hate in this part of the world. The Levant used to be beautiful, right Moshe?" He nodded and I felt his hand slide along my shoulders again, but this time his hand stopped, his arm bringing me ever so slightly into him. Mirit readjusted so her knees were tucked under me, her legs on top of mine and her body facing me.
"The young people here, we all serve, yes? We learn from a very young time what our bodies are capable of. Al our training, our Krav Maga and fighting? We are so physical that we learn to appreciate them for what they are; the pain, and the pleasure. Yes, Moshe?" Again he nodded.
"So when we go out, and when we want to have a fun time, we enjoy it all. Do you understand, Eric?" I noticed it was her first time calling me by my first name instead of "sir" or my last name, the colloquial military way.
"I completely agree, Mirit, I do. And you know I come from an all male unit, right? What do you think of experiencing everything the body can experience when you're only with men?"
I was fishing to see what Mirit thinks of men playing with men. The Israeli infantry isn't segregated, and half their deployments are still a go-home-at-the-end-of-the-battle affair, and so extended tours don't break straight men down into fucking other men.
"Nothing but men around, men need to relax and have fun even more important when it is just men. You're cavemen anyways yes? If you didn't enjoy your body, you would all kill each other. Moshe, he's a lover but if he couldn't enjoy himself, he'd kill everybody!"
Moshe grinned his acknowledgment and squeezed my shoulder.
"So do you fuck other men, Eric?" Mirit asked. Her tone was matter of fact and her emphasis on the word "fuck" was an instant turn on.
I looked at her, taken by surprise at how blunt she is. It shouldn't have surprised me afterall, she was indeed in control tonight.
"I do Mirit, yes. In the field when there are only men around, and, back at home too"
"But you do fuck women too, yes?"
I answered her question by sliding my hand all the way up her thigh, pushing her dress up until my finger reached the crease of her leg and he hip. I squeezed and Mirit smiled.
"Good then. I want to take you to my place and I want you to fuck Moshe for me. Is that alright?"
Tonight was turning out better than I had hoped. Moshe again squeezed my shoulder, and my first physical acknowledgement of his advances tonight, I turned to him and putting my free hand behind his head I pulled him in and kissed him. It was a quick but passionate kiss, and my tongue found his for only a second; just long enough to leave no doubt between Moshe, Mirit and me as to what could happen tonight.
Mirit stood and straightened her dress back out. Her nipples were hard, visible through the thin fabric. "Good then. The bill is paid, let's go to my place right now."
It was a three block walk to Mirit's apartment. We passed nuns, orthodox Jews, Priests and tourists on the way. Moshe and I walked on either side of Mirit, each steadying ourselves, acting perhaps more drunk than we really were. We weren't shy about groping Mirit along the walk either.
The front door was barely shut when Moshe pushed me against the wall and buried his tongue in my mouth. It was a rough and passionate kiss and his scruff and my five o-clock shadow burned our cheeks. Our hands cupped each other's faces and pulled each other's hair and ears and tweaked nipples. Moshe broke our kiss and dropped to his knees in front of me. Wasting no time in undoing my belt he pulled out my cock, hard and leaking precum already. Mirit replaced Moshe in kissing me, and soon Her body was pressed alongside mine, my hands groping every inch of her bod through her dress. She was hungrily sucking at my tongue and lips while Moshe was devouring my cock. He had experience, effortlessly deep throating me.
I had to focus mentally solely on Mirit and ignore as best I could Moshe's throat. I didn't want to cum for a long time yet with these two. Mirit, for her part was lifting my shirt about my head, exposing my chest. She tweaked and pulled a nipple hard, making me jump. She did it again to the other nipple even harder. I jumped again and she pulled away, taking a step back.
Mirit unshouldered her rifle and leaned it against her door, and slowly turning around, she unzipped her dress. It fell around her ankles and she was nude; Mirit hadn't bothered wearing panties, and seeing this, even with Moshe's expert throat on my cock, I wondered if she was unique in this, or if Israeli women didn't bother.
She left her dress in a pile at her feet, and walking into the next room called back "Eric, bring your cocksucker my bedroom".
Complying, Moshe reluctantly pulled off my cock with a loud slurp. Dribbles of spit and precum hung on his chin and we kissed again before I took his hand and followed Mirit.
"Undress him, Moshe" She ordered. Moshe must have done this before with Mirit for he obediently dropped back to his knees and began untying my shoes. Once undone, he pulled my pants off and then my socks. Mirit told me to lay on the bed with her. She was comfortably laying on her side and slowly running her hand up and down her body watching us with concentration.
I lay down high on the pillows right alongside Mirit. Moshe remained at the foot of the bed, and there her grabbed first one foot, and then my other and bathed my toes in his mouth. I had never had my toes sucked before but his mouth felt as hot and wet on my toes and it did on my cock. I lay back and basked in the sensation, as good as a massage. I moaned softly and reached out and grabbed Mirit's hip, pulling her against me we began to make out again.
She pressed her bod against mine and we groped each other. Her hand was stroking my cock and then tweaking my nipples then back to my cock. I was grabbing and stroking every in of her body I could. Her full natural breasts were larger than I had suspected with such an athletic frame, and her flat stomach ended with a trimmed patch of pubic hair. Her quad muscles were defined and showed each muscle in her leg. I felt the heat of her pussy press against my thigh, and grabbing her ass I pulled her closer into me. Gently she began rocking back and forth, humping my thigh. I could feel her getting wetter.
Moshe dropped my foot from his mouth and finally began undressing himself. His large gym honed muscles looked even better without his tight clothes, and it was obvious how serious he was about lifting, even his abs bulged. He dropped his pants and revealed his hard prick. He was circumcised of course, in a covenant with God. He had a ring through the slit of his head; I think it's a Prince Albert, but I've never looked into it. A thick silver ring hung from his cock, and I'm sure it was shinier from the precum he had been leaking.
Mirit and I admired his body and his cock together. I'm certain Mirit and Moshe have fucked, but his body was worth admiration ever time one saw it.
"Moshe here is quite a specimen, yes? I love his muscles, don't you? " I nodded approval and added "fucking hot stud".
"Does it surprise you, Eric that Moshe is a bottom? He's a bitch, right Moshe? " Moshe nodded and Mirit continued smiling happily. "He's so strong and powerful, he makes my pussy wet just looking at his body, like he makes you hard. But, he's like Goliath; you understand Eric?"
"Goliath, huh?"
"Yes, Goliath. Of David and Goliath. Goliath was huge and a brute and the biggest warrior, but he fell to his knees. A smaller man controlled him. Dominated him. David destroyed Goliath. Moshe here is Goliath. And you, Eric, you are David." Mirit was smiling while she explained this, reveling in the comparison. "So David; destroy your Goliath".
I sighed in the satisfaction of what was about to happen. I let go of Mirit who fell back onto her pile of pillows and I stood up on the bed. I edged forward towards Moshe, my cock obscenely jutting in front of me. At the foot of the bed I grabbed the Moshe's head and unceremoniously put my cock in his mouth. Knowing how good a cocksucker Moshe is, I wasn't kind to him. I held him at the base of my cock while my cock filled his throat. I held him there until he gasped through his nose and he gagged, then I slid my cock all the way out and admired the strings of saliva connecting me to him. His hands stroked my thighs and his eyes remained on my cock. I shoved it back in. Moshe took it. Again I held my cock in his throat until he gagged, and when I pulled out of his mouth I took my cock and slapped it across his face, smearing his throaty thick saliva across his cheeks. He finally looked up at me and stuck out his tongue. I slapped my cock against it and he moaned his satisfaction.
Mirit was laying back on the bed still admiring the scene and rubbing her hand languidly across her pussy. I continued my abuse on Moshe's face and throat for a while until Mirit had had enough.
"Even David followed orders, Eric. Come back here for me." I sprawled myself back on the pillows beside Mirit and she immediately shoved her four fingers in my mouth. I almost gagged and I took her wrist and pulled her hand even farther in. Her fingers had the taste of her pussy on them and I was savoring her and licking her fingers clean. "Who told you to stop, Moshe. Come here. Follow his cock".
On all fours, Moshe began on my cock again, this time paying more attention to my balls and taint now that my hands were focused on Mirit's. He was making a theatric production of sucking me, moaning and spitting and drooling all over me. Once I was done with Mirit's hand, she smiled, "Good boy", and climbed behind Moshe.
Mirit kneeled behind Moshe and started playing with his ass. His large muscular glutes looked perfect from where I lay, and Mirit was slapping them red. Moshe wasn't missing a beat with his worship of my cock, despite the staccato slaps he was receiving.
Once his cheeks were red enough, Mirit spread his ass wide and dove in. Without any hesitation or indication, she buried her face in his crack and began lapping at his asshole with fury. Moshe began to moan now on her wet tongue pressing into his asshole. Mirit, for her part was moaning and slurping and smaking her lips on his ass and like Moshe, was making a theatric performance.
It was then that I was really envious of Moshe. I was getting an amazing blowjob, but truly I'm more of a bottom myself, and to have a woman as gorgeous as Mirit to eat my hole with that enthusiasm...well this time I had to focus on the blowjob and not Mirit in order to not cum.
The performance I was witnessing lasted a long time, and each of it enjoyed every slurp, smack, lick and suck, and again with no indication, Mirit stood up and plunged a few fingers into Moshe's asshole. He barely reacted to the intrusion his ass was that warmed up. She held him in place and finger fucked Moshe for a minute and simly said "He's ready:"
Moshe turned around and arranged himself on his back, his ass nearly hanging off the bed. He lifted his feet and grabbed his ankles and I saw just how surprisingly flexible he was for being so muscle bound.
"Eric" Mirit purred smiling up at me. With a crooked finger, fresh form Moshe's asshole she beckoned me: "Its time for David to destroy Goliath".
I stood up and walked around to where Mirit was presenting Moshe's asshole to me. His large muscles were perfectly round and spread open, revealing a hairless ass-crack and hole. His asshole was as shiny and wet and froth covered as my cock. Both Moshe and Mirit had bathed us in spit, and we were as slick and ready as two men ever have been. I spat onto his opened hole and aiming my cock, I pushed my head inside him. Hot, wet, firm. There was very little resistance and I heard Moshe quietly gasp. Mirit ran her hand up and down Moshe's cock and his balls. I slowly pushed my cock in further and further, and in one long steady thrust I was buried in his hole. I pressed my hips against his ass and held there and Moshe let out a long low moan, feeling every inch of my raw cock inside him. Mirit moaned too, looking at my flesh meeting his in such an obscene and animalistic display.
"He can take it, Eric. Trust me; you won't hurt him. Destroy him". Those last words Mirit leaned into me and locked eyes. It was something she truly needed to see. I grabbed her hair and pulled her into me, sucking her tongue and the saliva and the taste of Moshe's ass. I slid my cock nearly all the way out of his hole and hammered in. I held again, then slid back out and hammered again. With that rhythm I was making Moshe gasp every time, the sound one makes when he's punched in the gut. I'm sure it was the same sensation, but from the inside out this time.
I began to steadily pound Moshe as hard as I could keeping my same tempo. Mirit climbed back onto the bed and spun around, lowering her pussy onto Moshe's face, his mouth open and tongue waiting for her. She steadied herself with his wide spread feet, sticking straight up. As my rhythmic pounding continued, I was running my hands all over Moshe's muscles, admiring how hard and defined everything about him was. I began to talk dirty too.
"Take my big cock you little bitch...all those big muscles and you're just a little bottom boy aren't you?" He was grunting and moaning his response into Mirit's pussy, and for her part her squeals and moans and gasps were as loud as my shit talking.
My thrusts became faster and more urgent and my shit talking became my mantra of "fuck, fuck, fuck". My orgasm was building, but Moshe was still worshipping Mirit. I warned them of my getting close and Mirit seemed to snap to from her revery.
"Cum in him Eric, fill him for us...Empty yourself into my bitch..." Mirit was moaning and pulling at her tits, rocking her pussy back and forth across Moshe's mouth. Moshe was moaning into her as I pounded away, and when I told him I was close he began to moan louder.
My cock filled even more and my balls tightened. I began to only grunt as I thrust away. Mirit herself was close to cumming and began to shake as she saw me begin to pulse my thick hot cum deep into Moshe's ass.
I kept thrust all the way in and out while I came. Each pulse was long and I felt my cock shoot as I came. I kept fucking him through it, and where his ass met my cock, a thick white froth covered both of us. I pulled my cock out and his hole was gaped, empty and worn from my pounding. Using my cock I gathered my creampie on his ring and pushed all the way back in.
Mirit rode her orgasm with by convulsing on Moshe's mouth and a long guttural scream that I'm sure her neighbors would hear. She collapsed onto him, her mouth resting right near her cock. She had that faraway gaze of nirvana and slow recovery while I teased my cum deeper into Moshe's used asshole.
I was still fully hard but overly sensitive now and I finally pulled out of Moshes ass, resting my cock alongside his. Mirit noticed the fucking had stopped and she regained control of herself. She slipped my cum coated cock into her mouth and gave a tongue bath. She slowly slurped me all the way to my head, sucking off as much cum as she could, and with that mouth full, fell onto Moshe's cock. He hadn't cum yet, and her cum filled mouth was like a vacuum on him. She deep throated him a few times, then backed off and tongued his ring on the very tip, my cum dribbling out down along his shaft.
Some of her hair was matted against his cock, stuck by my cum and her spit and Mirit didn't care. Her worship and devotion was entirely to his cock. It was nasty, it was dirty and filthy and it was depraved; and I wanted in. I knelt down and saw Moshe's still gaped asshole with my frothy cum on it. Like Mirit had done, I dove right in. I lapped at his hole gathering my cum in my mouth, tasting myself and his ass, and I held his cheeks wide, stretching his ass as wide as I could and I spat my cum into his hole, then suctioned it back out with my lips. Moshe sounded like he was losing his mind at both Mirit and me devouring him in a filthy and cum filled feast.
I was sticking my tongue as far up his ass as I could, and then spitting into his hole and putting my tongue back in. It was as messy as I've ever been fucking. Mirit was as messy slurping and gagging and spitting on his cock too, and soon I felt his asshole contract around my tongue. He was cumming and cumming hard. His grunts overpowered Mirits slurping sounds and I could feel him cumming.
Mirit held his cock in her mouth through his orgasm, refusing to back off of him. I replaced my tongue with my two middle fingers and curled up to rub his prostate. His legs shook a few last times as I milked his cum out from the inside. Mirit was slowly bobbing up and down on his cock while I began on his balls, gently kissing and licking.
Finally his tremors stopped and he let go of his legs, flopping them down in euphoric exhaustion. Mirit slowly slid off his cock, a loud sucking sound as his head and ring popped from her mouth. Her face was a mess. Mascara ran down her face, her hair was matted still to the cum and the sweat. I grabbed her and forced my tongue in her mouth, full of his cum. His cum was hot and warm and salty and tasted the way mine did when I ate it from his asshole. Mirit grabbed my head and we shoved our mouths against eachother, spitting and swapping and sucking eachothers tongues until cum was dribbling down our chins and onto our bodies. When we had had all that was in our mouths we sucked and licked it off our bodies as well.
Moshe was lounging and lazily fingering his opened asshole, admiring the stretched feeling that I enjoy on myself so often. Mirit and I spent the next few hours fucking and sucking and eating and tasting everything there was to taste between the three of us. I fucked her in every position there was to fuck, and when I came I came inside her pussy and ate her clean, and after that she ate my asshole and then I came in her mouth and we shared that too.
Finally the sun rose over the hills in the West Bank. Exhausted and incapable of fucking anymore and with Moshe sleeping on the couch, Mirit and I lay on top of eachother on her bed, the single pane windows open to the bird and the morning air and the sounds of the Muezzin far away towards the sunrise. We were filthy. We were covered in sweat and we stank from not showering and we had all of our cum all over us, and we smiled, and she was beautiful.