War Prize

David came thru the Korean Conflict with memories, souvenirs, scars...and a lovely adopted daughter.

(fM, fam)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

San Francisco, 1957

David lay awake again, staring out the window at the night sky, knowing that in the next room Kim slept, lithe and lovely. She was young and slender, small-breasted, of Franco-Korean blood, with long, gently wavy jet black hair. She was also technically his daughter.

He had been eighteen, seven months in Korea with the 578th Combat Engineers, and had devoted much of his spare time to a village near Baker company’s base camp. It had been torn up badly in a North Korean sortie and he had gone in to look for survivors. Kim was alive, injured, and—at twelve—in need of protection.

Pinyong, 1952

“I’m going to help you.” David picked up the bleeding girl and carried her toward the jeep, calling for the medic. The medic told him it wasn’t too bad and did a half-way decent job of patching her up.

“What is your name?” he asked her in Korean. It was nearly all the Korean he knew.

“Kim.”

The Staff Sergeant strode by in a rush. “NKPA is moving, corporal. Get this jeep out of here. And leave that national...unless her family’s dead.”

“Affirmative, Sarge.”

“Uhm-ma?” Kim asked. Mother.

“Uhm-ma dead. Ap-ba dead,” David told her.

San Francisco, 1957

With an “American uncle” attitude, David had decided to adopt Kim after a few weeks. His plan was to bring her back to the states, enroll her in school, and settle into a sort of older brother relationship.

An older brother with a endless, aching hardon, as it turned out.

Seoul, 1952

The clerk hammered his stamp on the forms in rapid succession. “Authorized. She yours now, corporal—altho, I don’t know what the hell you’re gonna do with her.”

“Thanks.”

“Seriously. I mean, what are you gonna do with her? Take her home? What is she, 12? Do you even know? Do you speak Korean?”

“Look, I been thru all this to get the papers. And, yeah, I’m gonna take her home. She's got nobody. She'd end up getting killed... or worse.” Plenty of girls Kim's age wound up sucky-sucky for American GIs just to get by.

San Francisco, 1957

Kim had learned English amazingly fast, starting with their lessons in camp. She had adapted quickly to American life, and now seemed like a regular American girl—altho the only Asian in her school.

But now David was twenty-three, and Kim was a soft and sexy seventeen. She clung to him, doted on him, practically served him. It was part of the culture she grew up in, but also partly her gratitude for saving her. She knew what had happened to other girls.

Evenings were the hardest, seeing her warm and relaxed in her pajamas or nightgown. Afternoons were the easiest, seeing her come home from school complaining about an English assignment. But... on a Sunday morning, fresh from a shower, eating an orange with the juice running down her chin—it made him want to lick the juice, her lips, her nipples. It made him want to push the bathrobe off her shoulders and stroke her fresh, naked body....

Jinsaong, 1952

The shells thundered into camp in a steady rhythm, like waves on the beach in a storm. Kim huddled close to David in the dark under a wooden table. She was wearing one of his blouses as a pajama top, and nothing else. It made him uncomfortable. She was focused on the artillery shells raining down on them. He was focused on the girl in his bed who didn't own a pair of panties.

"Mu-so-wah," she said softly. Frightened.

San Francisco, 1957

The door to David’s bedroom swung open smoothly. Silhouetted by the dim hall light was a slender figure with long wavy hair, wearing a pajama top and nothing else.

“Kim?” David said stupidly.

“Yes,” came the low, silken voice. “I have to talk to you.”

David sat up in bed; he tried to relax. “What about?”

“About the other night...Saturday night....”

David remained silent. Kim had stayed out all night.

“The night I went to the game, and I came back, and I saw you had a girl in the apartment....” His chest constricted into a small iron ball.

“Jane.”

“The girl from the bookstore.”

“Yeah.”

“And did she stay all night?” Her tone was sadly certain.

“No.” His tone was firm.

Kim was silent, pensive. She went to the window and pushed aside the curtain a little. Moonlight splashed across her body. Her bare legs were washed a smooth silver gray. Holding onto the window frame, she closed her eyes and tilted back her head, arching her back slightly, drawing up her tee shirt to the point where the edge of her white panties showed. David’s chest constricted further. Kim dropped her head forward again, stretching her neck muscles. She leaned on the window sill with both hands and her calves were stretched taut. Almost as taut as David’s nerves. Kim finally spoke.

“She’s only two years older than me.”

“I know,” he said too quickly. He could hear the jealousy in her voice now. It wasn’t childish jealousy, jealous of attention. It was the same jealousy he himself had felt once Jane had left and he realized that Kim wasn’t coming home that night.

“Do you like her?” She was trying to get past the high school dating attitude.

Suddenly, he was a fat man skating on thin ice. “Not...a lot, but she’s a nice enough person.”

“You know what I’m asking.”

For a moment, David felt that he had fallen thru the ice, but then he suddenly felt fed up with his predicament. He threw back the sheet and sat on the edge of the bed in his pajama bottoms. He used to sleep in his underwear, but that had stopped with the first good thunderstorm, when Kim came rushing in and buried herself in his embrace.

“I know what you’re asking,” he said. “What I want to ask you is: why didn’t you come home that night?”

She stared out the window. “It could have been pretty awkward.”

Good word. It could have been very awkward for Kim to have bounced in around midnight, dropped her coat and pep flag into a chair, and brushed past Jane and into her room. Very awkward.

She came over to the bed and put one knee on it. Her pajama top slid all the way up her thigh. Her nipples were two sharp points pressing thru the fabric. “You might have been...right there on the living room couch.”

“Or right here on this bed.” A noticeable bulge had grown in David’s crotch.

“If nothing else, she might have been moaning loud enough to hear in my room.” She came very close.

“And what would you have done...lying in bed...hearing her moan?”

“I think... I... might have... fantasized that it was me.” Her voice was a husky whisper and her lips were inches from his. He slid his hand up her leg and caressed her thigh. It was firm, athletic. Her own hands slid up his muscular arms and down his chest to his waist.

“Take me, David. Please. Make love to me like you wanted to do with Jane.” Kim’s mouth fell on David’s, her pink tongue reaching out for his kiss.

“This isn’t right,” David murmured.

“Please....” whispered the girl. Kim pushed David’s pajama pants and shorts down over his ass and held it in her hands, kissing him warmly, deeply. She kneeled at the bedside and pulled pants the rest of the way off. She sat, panting, staring at David’s bulging crotch, and reached out to tug down his shorts over his hard cock and down his legs. The young girl reached out to touch it, hold it, stroke it slowly in both her small hands.

“It’s nice,” she said, looking up into his eyes. She kissed her way back up his body into his arms. David stroked Kim’s fresh, young curves and pushed down her white panties. He slipped his hand between her thighs and gently pressed his finger into her wet groove.

Kim moaned softly and lay back on the bed. She arched her back to raise her small, soft breasts toward David’s mouth. He took one small nipple in his mouth and kissed and licked at it. She moaned and pulled him up to kiss him again, softly, hungrily. "Sa-rang hom-ni-da," she whispered. She hadn't spoken Korean to him in ages. I love you.

David moaned "Yes," and found her softest spot with his hand. Kim moaned again and thrust her hips toward his probing fingers.

“Now,” she urged. David moved over her gently nudged her legs open with his knee. Kim reached between her legs and found David’s ready cock poised above her. She pulled him toward her with one hand and guided his dick into her wet, young pussy with the other.

David eased into her gradually, pushing then pulling back, pushing deeper again, feeling no resistance.. “Oh!” Kim moaned. “Oh, yeah! Oh, David! Mm! Mmmmm!”

Their hips fell into a slow, heavy rhythm, which grew faster and rougher. David kissed and licked Kim’s small mouth. “Unh, unh! Oh! Do you like it?” he groaned.

She caressed his back, grasping at his muscular body while she moaned heavily. Her words were short and breathy, pleading, eager beyond her years. “Yes! Oh! Yes! Unh! More!”

Suddenly, Kim convulsed and froze, her breasts pressed flat against David’s chest. She gave a little whimper, murmuring in Korean. David thrust his hips again into Kim’s overflowing slit and shot his hot juice inside her with a groan. “Oh! OH!” Kim gasped, feeling her cunt fill with his creamy jism.

They kissed again and fell away from each other, lying side by side. Kim put her head upon David’s chest and kissed him; he kissed her forehead and caressed her small breasts.

“Can you pick me up after school tomorrow?”

“Don’t talk about school, Kim.”

“I’m sorry. It seems dirty, doesn’t it?” She played with his nipples.

“Yes. It does.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay.”

She nuzzled his neck, rubbing her smooth, bare leg along his muscular one. He cuddled her in his arms, trying not to think of why his sweet little refugee had not been a virgin.

All models are 18 years or older, regardless of the text.