FROM THE EDITOR'S DESK

HUSTLER SALUTES

CANADA 'S BEST

THE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE CANADIAN FORCES

When our soldiers aren't busy working hard, you can be sure they're busy playing hard. In this issue From the Editor's Desk talks to the wives and lovers of Canada's best and bravest about war, peace, sex, and just about everything else.

Kelly D. – Petawawa , ON

“I first met Todd 6 years ago at a local bar in Pembroke. I was out with a few girlfriends and they suggested we try a bar where all the local soldiers hung out. We had just moved to Pembroke and I didn't know too many people. I still remember the first time I saw him, standing by the jukebox, still in his battle fatigues, and drinking a soda. His hair was cropped very short, and with his rolled up sleeves, I could see the muscles of his biceps bulging; it was an instant turn on for me.

As the evening went on, we constantly made eye contact. I knew he was as interested in me as I was in him. Unfortunately he was also quite shy and I knew that if I were to meet him, then I would have to make the first move. After a few beers I got my courage together, walked over to him, and introduced myself. He smiled and shook my hand, asking me to sit down. Todd had the most beautiful baby blue eyes, and for such a tough looking guy, he had a real gentle air about him. Just talking to him made my pussy wet. I wanted to fuck him right there and then.

We ended up back at his place. He shared an apartment with another guy in his battalion. For an apartment where two guys were living together, it was incredibly neat, far neater than my place. I almost felt a bit embarrassed. We both knew what we were there for and Todd didn't waste any time getting me into the sack. Once we were safely in his room behind locked doors he slowly undressed me, showering my exposed and vulnerable body with kisses. He took my small round breasts in his hands, sucking and licking them alternately. Goose bumps ran down my spine as his lips gently nibbled my tiny orbs, and made my cunny ooze with girl grease.

He finally made his way down to my honey pot. Spreading my legs slightly, he buried his face in my bush and took a deep breath; enjoying the sweet aroma of my love tunnel. His tongue gently flicked up and down over my hard little clit, until I finally began to beg for more. He started to suck at my clit and lick my pussy petals. The more he sucked and licked, the more I filled with desire and passion to feel his fuck tool buried deep inside my hatch.

I still remember saying to him, “Take me, take me!” It felt as though it were the first time I'd ever been with a man. And, in a way, it was; Todd was a real man, and not just some dumb ass guy fumbling about, trying to get his rocks off. He finally laid me on the bed and crawled between my legs, his face, once again, buried in my bush. As he made long licking strokes up and down the entire length of my cunny lips, his finger gently probed my gushy greasy cunt. One by one, he eased his digits in until his hand was halfway up my box

“Please,” I begged him, “please take me baby, take me!”

Todd lifted his face from my crotch. He smiled at me, with my goose gravy coating his face. Slowly he moved over me. His arm and chest muscles were rock hard. He leaned down and gave me the most incredibly passionate kiss, and as he did so I could feel him easing his thick hard cock into my wanting wet cunt. The thick cockhead pushed my cunny slit open and made way for the rest of his thick hard shaft. I reached around and grabbed his solid muscular ass, pulling him into me. At that very moment, all I could think of was having him inside me. I wanted that big fucking army cock buried deep inside my hot hungry wet cunt. I knew he was huge, and I could feel a bit of pain as his massive porksword skewed my burning hot twat. The moment I felt his cock reach the end of my love tunnel I immediately blew off in the most incredible orgasm of my life. I couldn't help myself, it just happened. Wave after wave, my body was flushed with this most incredible feeling. I could feel my cunt juice dripping.

I could tell that Todd knew I had come. He began to pump me, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. All the time, I was still having these incredible little spasms. His cock pistoned in and out of me like a finely tuned machine. I grabbed his hard ass and push on it each time his cock jabbed me. I wanted every inch of that gorgeous man meat to explode inside me. He didn't disappoint me. After a good 10 minutes of the most incredible hard banging, he pushed as deeply as he could into me and began to release his huge load of man goo deep inside me. There was so much goo that I could feel it dripping out the sides of my cunt and then down my ass. Needless to say, my cunt erupted in another incredible series of wonderful warm orgasms.

At that moment, I knew that Todd was the guy for me. That happened over six years ago. Since that time I have come to know him as a great lover, a wonderful father, and an incredibly brave soldier, facing situations few of us could ever imagine. We have been married for 5 years now, and the sex just keeps getting better and better. Sometimes it's difficult because he goes away for long periods of time on combat duty or drill, and I really miss that big cock of his. But at least I always have something to look forward to!”

It's no secret that over the past 20 years, Canada 's military has received the brunt of government cuts and reductions. Few can forget the Canadian Forces Reduction Plan back in 1994, where Canada cut back its military by some twenty thousand men and women. For those who remained in the service or have since joined, they must work with outdated or antiquated equipment, low wages, and little job security. The days of joining the military for a 20-year stint are long over.

Canada's soldiers, in spite of their government's shameful neglect, are still among the best and bravest in the world; often working under conditions few Canadian would ever accept. Yet they do so, and they do it selflessly and well. Their dedication and resolve sets the standard, which few slime ball politicians will ever be able to match.

But Canadian soldiers don't only fight in less than ideal situations; they also fuck in ways and places few normal people can even fathom. To illustrate the point, Tammy R. tells her story.

Tammy R. – Cold Lake , AB

“I've been married to Rob now for three years. Being a soldier's wife is not always easy. We've spent many weeks and months apart from each other, and often when we do have a chance to be together it's not for very long. I will never forget the time we were posted overseas. It was bad enough that we only had 3 weeks notice to get our house packed up, but we know once Rob and I got over to Lahr, that he was slated to go on a tour to Cyprus for a 3 month rotation, the very day after we were to arrive there. He had just gotten back from a posting in Alert and we had spent almost no time together.

Rather than fly on the regular airbus, we chose to stay a couple extra days in Cold Lake so we could be together. Then we hopped on a Hercules aircraft, which would fly us directly to Lahr. Now, for anyone who doesn't know what a Hercules is, the best way to describe it would be a ‘flying box car'. It is noisy, uncomfortable, and often cold.

When we boarded the plane, we realized that there was no one else but the pilots, a whole bunch of cargo, and this old Chief Warrant Officer that looked as though he had spent the previous night at the mess. Once in the air, the old bugger fell asleep and his snoring almost drowned out the noise from the plane engines. Anyway, about 6 hours into the trip, Rob started to get a bit feisty and wanted a bit of pussy. I have to admit, I was really horny too. We finally slipped in back of a couple of cargo crates. I got on my knees and started to give him head. I love sucking Robs big fat cock and I know it really turned him on to watch me doing it. As my head bobbed up and down over his stiffie, he moaned with pleasure (which was fortunately drowned out by the sound of the engines and the old CWO's snoring).

Then it was my turn. Rob hoisted me up on a crate, pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to eat my juicy wet cunt. I love it when he gives me tongue service. In fact, I think Rob's tongue was almost as long as his cock, and he used it equally as well. Once I was squirming and begging like a total whore to get fucked, he pulled my ass towards him, and shoved that big hard dick inside me. He fucked me like the man he was, quickly bringing me to an incredible orgasm and then filling me with his sticky warm man custard.

After we finished, we made our way back to our seats. The old CWO never woke up. I am always amazed that, no matter where and how, Rob always manages to get me off and give me the best sex any gal could possibly want!”

So whether it's patrolling for insurgents or boning for their lovers, Canadian soldiers always rise to the occasion. So, in this Canada Day issue Hustler salutes our men and women in the Canadian Forces!