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Chaos Delayed	By : Melrick Category: M through R > Rambo (all movies) > Rambo (all movies) Views: 1711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chaos Delayed
Copyright (c) 2014 by Melrick
Rated: Contains graphic scenes of sex.
Codes: M/F, Oral
Synopsis: Rambo is in Thailand trying to forget life, until a Thai girl reminds him there's also pleasure to be had.
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Author’s Note: This story takes place between Rambo 2 and Rambo 3. It was written for Pittwitch.

John James Rambo sat on an upended plastic crate that served as a stool in a village near the Buddhist temple he was helping to build. The table in front of him consisted of a metal drum with a sheet of tin sitting on it, and on the table sat a glass of nam manao, or limeade. It was a simple concoction of lime, salt, sugar and water poured over ice, but in hot and humid Thailand, it was like nectar, and John had developed a real liking for it. It was also safe to drink, since the water was always boiled first; no one in Thailand drank water straight from the tap.

And the limeade was in an actual glass, as well, not an earthenware mug or plastic cup. He didn’t know how many glasses they actually owned in that isolated village, but his guess was not many. Whenever they served him, it was often done with something of a flourish, to ensure he noticed it was an actual glass. They would sometimes try to serve it to him for free, but he always insisted on paying.
He was pretty sure he knew why he was being given preferential treatment. Sometime earlier, a guy from another village had tried to snatch away the daughter of the couple who ran the ‘store’. The purpose was to take her away to his village and force her to marry him; the daughter had actually been about to marry someone else. Fortunately, John had been there at the time and intervened, making a mess of him and his three friends. John had picked up enough Thai to be able to inform them on what would happen if they ever returned.
Add to that the knowledge that he was helping to build a local Buddhist temple and he was treated with a great deal of respect in the village. Fathers had subsequently tried offering their single daughter’s to him for marriage, but he’d always politely declined; marriage just wasn’t something on his cards at the moment, and he sometimes wondered if they ever would be.
When John wasn’t working on the temple, he often came to the village to relax. The only other times he travelled was when he went by boat to a town where he participated in stick fighting. It was a tough and violent way to earn money. Anger and resentment were his constant emotional companions, though, and stick fighting allowed him to vent some of those emotions rather than let them build up in him, which he knew would be extremely dangerous for all concerned. That was usually the only time he travelled to that place, and the only time he cared to go there.
As he sipped on the nam manao, John watched one of the local women walk passed. It never escaped his attention just how attractive many of the women were, and how long it had been since he’d had sex. It wasn’t that he couldn’t or didn’t want to, he just didn’t trust his emotions. He didn’t trust himself with many things, which was why he found himself in the middle of the jungle in Thailand.
Moments later, a young lady by the name of Sunisa approached him and quietly sat down. She often sought him out when he was around. Sunisa spoke enough English to enable them to have a conversation (learnt from her father, apparently) without having to rely entirely on his Thai, but since John lived and breathed the ‘strong and silent type’, it had taken some time for her to get much out of him.
That was what surprised him, though; she kept trying. While others had taken the hint and did little more than smile, wave and say hello, she had persisted. Bit by bit she had worn him down enough to drag casual conversations out of him, although he always refused to talk about his military experiences. Thankfully, she was smart enough to realise it wasn’t something he was happy to talk about and had quickly left it at that.
John had no idea how old she was, since he’d never asked and she’d never mentioned, but she was young, not to mention slim and petite, but then again, most of them in the village were. She certainly had a very pretty face, framed by long black hair that hung down to the small of her back. After spending so much of his life surrounded by hatred and violence, he had come to enjoy the soft gentleness of the young Thai lady.
Sunisa had soon plunged into gossiping about the other villagers, which she often did, and which John found himself rather enjoying listening to.
“You wanna see waterfall?” she said after a while. “One hour walk away. You like it, very nice.”
And with that, Sunisa stood and grabbed his hand, tugging on it. If he’d resisted then she would have had about as much luck as trying to take a tree for a walk, but John stood and allowed himself to be pulled along the road out of the village. It wasn’t too long before they left the road and headed off into the jungle, which quickly closed in around them. To most people, it would have seemed like they were aimlessly wandering off into the jungle, but to John’s trained eye, he could soon see subtle signs that they were following a faint path, although one that was infrequently used.
After about an hour, they encountered a stream, which they followed up its course. Nearly half an hour later, the sounds of rushing water could be heard; soon after, the trees parted to reveal the beautiful sight of a fairly large waterfall. A pool of beautiful clear waters had formed around the base of the waterfall, and John couldn’t deny that the sight was beautiful, not to mention peaceful and relaxing.
“See?” she said proudly, theatrically waving an arm at the vista. “Worth the walk,” she added.
John smiled and nodded; she was right, it certainly was worth the walk. He also suspected that she knew full well that the walk would be closer to an hour and a half, but told him an hour so as not to discourage him from making the walk. And he wasn’t entirely sure if he wouldn’t have said no if he’d known the truth. As he took in the scene of beauty and tranquillity around him, he found himself being very glad she’d lied.
In a flash, Sunisa disrobed and stook naked before him. With a smile on her face, she held his gaze for a moment before running into the pool of water and swimming away. John stood there, watching her swimming about, wondering what to do.
“Come,” said Sunisa soon afterwards. John hesitated before removing his own clothes and entering the water. Sunisa wasted no time in splashing him, giggling like a child as she did so. John initially felt a little silly, but her sense of joy was undeniably addictive, and he soon gave as good as he got.
After several minutes of this and simply swimming about, John stood in waist deep water as Sunisa swam towards him. She stood up and approached him, her eyes not leaving his. After a moment’s pause, she closed the gap and put her arms around him, kissing him. John tensed for a moment, before giving in to desire. Hands slid over bodies – hers soft, his hard – while tongues explored mouths.
Sunisa’s hand soon made its way below the water down to his crotch and began rubbing his rapidly hardening cock. It took little time to be fully erect, but the water proved a hindrance, so Sunisa took his hand and led him closer to the bank. With his cock now exposed, Sunisa dropped to her knees and began licking it all over. After swirling her tongue over and around the large, bulbous head, she slid her pretty lips over it and down the shaft as far as she could go. John’s fingers curled through her lush black hair as her head bobbed up and down.
John’s lust was growing now, and standing passively by while he received a blow job rapidly lost its appeal, so after taking it as much as he could, he took Sunisa by the arms and lifted her to a standing position. Once upright, he placed her arms around his neck, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off her feet. Sunisa seemed to know what was coming and reached a hand down to guide his cock to her waiting pussy.
Sunisa groaned loudly and grimaced as he slid inside her. Even though every nerve and fibre in his body was telling him to fuck her and fuck her hard, he instead went slow, unsure if she had even had a man before. The young Thai girl lent back as he slid in and out of her, her long hair hanging down, as he gradually built up his pace. Before long, he was pounding in and out, her whole body jarring with the force of each thrust.
After some time, John walked closer to the bank of the pond, before lifting her up off his cock and placing her back down, a look of disappointment spreading across her face.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said in a low voice, which she quickly did. With her hands on the bank and her knees in the water, John knelt down behind her and wasted little time pushing back inside her lithe body.
With his hands tightly gripping her slender hips, John pounding into the girl. Sweat dripped off his nose onto the small of her back as he thrust as hard as he could. Sunisa cried out with each thrust, calling out a mixture of English and Thai words, but all meaning essentially the same thing: harder, faster, deeper!
It wasn’t long before she let out a loud cry as an orgasm gripped her, her cries spreading out through the jungle, mingling with the sounds of wildlife and the tumbling waterfall. He knew if anybody was within ear-shot then they’d likely come running, but at that moment, he wouldn’t care less if they had an audience of thousands; he had no intention of stopping.
Sometime later, John withdrew and told her to lie on her back, which she quickly did. With John now on top, Sunisa wrapped her legs around him as he resumed fucking her, hard. The clear waters lapped around their hips as he almost violently hammered in and out, pushing her buttocks deeper into the fine gravel.
It wasn’t long before Sunisa’s body was gripped by another orgasm, and this time the feel of her tight pussy clenching his cock pushed him over the edge. With loud grunts, he pumped his cum deep inside her.
Feeling utterly spent, John collapsed on top of her, before rolling off, not wanting to squash her. Both puffed and panted heavily from the exertion and were covered in sweat. After resting for a while, they both got up and swam for a while. Eventually, still wet but feeling more refreshed, they put their clothes back on and returned to the village. He half expected people to point fingers accusingly at him, but no one paid any more attention than was normal.
A week later, Colonel Sam Trautman paid him a surprise visit, and his life returned to the seemingly normal state of chaos that it so often had.
The End.
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