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Subject: "SHACK, LEAD !" - CHAPTER THREE


  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
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Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.  And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                       An Adventure of Military Madness

                               "Shack, Lead !"

                               by Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is a military story.  No, it is not a war story.  It is the story of 
the men and women who fought past battles.  It is also the story of the men 
and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused 
by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's 
warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them.  Most of the 
characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and 
children.  All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of 
their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share.  Violent death 
does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new 
territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the 
politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. 
******************************************************************************

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    It was a little after seven-thirty when Willy Tamarack, aka "Malibu," 
arrived at Gary's.  Gary was sitting out on the patio watching the sunset when 
the door bell rang.  Gary got Willy a beer and they both wandered out to the 
patio.

    "Jesus, you've got quite a view here, Wildman.  The view alone ought to 
get you enough pussy to last a life time."

    Gary thought for a moment and then said, "Is there such a thing as 'enough 
pussy'?"  Both he and Malibu laughed until it hurt.

    Willy wasted no time pulling out a baggie of marijuana and soon had a 
joint rolled and going.  Gary and Willy passed it back and forth.  Malibu told 
Gary that he grew his own in one of those growing contraptions that you find 
in men's magazines.  He's been doing it for three years now and never runs 
out.  Gary offers to pay but Willy refuses, saying that he has enough to last 
a life time stored in his freezer.  He laughs about camouflaging them as 
packages of broccoli.  Soon they are both stoned, lost in their own thoughts.  
Gary is back in California - mid-sixties - remembering the first time he got 
stoned - with his brother.  His brother never left the sixties, opening a head 
shop in the early seventies when Gary was in Nam.  Gary used to send him 
porcelain elephants and other trinkets from the "War Zone" as his brother 
liked to call it.  He laughs thinking how well they used to sell.  His brother 
was always trying to get Gary to send more.

    Willy leaves soon after they finish smoking and Gary wandered back out on 
the patio, just goofing.  Malibu left him a four finger lid of his potent 
weed.  He hadn't been stoned in a long time and was some what scared of the 
random drug testing that the service conducted.  Well, he'd worry about that 
when the time came.  Maybe the young girls he spied a couple of days ago would 
get a whiff of it and come begging him for some ?  Fat chance.  Jesus he had 
to stop day dreaming about them.  He better hook up with some pussy soon - 
that's about all he could think of lately.  He turned in early as this staff 
work really tired you out, yea, right ?  The squadrons participating in the 
next Red Flag arrived this weekend and the base would be a hubbub of activity.  
Gary was kind of looking forward to the exercise as this paperwork shit was 
just that - shit.

    All Friday was spent gearing up for the exercise.  In the morning, Major 
Cahill attended meeting after meeting.  Each of them appeared endless and it 
was lunch time before Gary was able to talk to Lieutenant Colonel Jackson 
about leaving a little early to watch his son's football game.  LTC Jackson 
wasn't too hot on the idea but let Gary make the decision, you know, if he had 
his "shit" together for the exercise that started Monday.  Gary assured him he 
did and told him that he would be leaving about two-thirty.  The early 
afternoon dragged by.

    Gary had some difficulty finding the high school where the game was to be 
played and didn't arrive until the first quarter was already over.  Wanda was 
not hard to find.  She was by far the best looking woman in the stands.  
Still, after all these years, Wanda took Gary's breath away.  Tall, with her 
dark hair and well built body; he could see several of the fathers casting 
glances her way.  Gary made his way up the bleachers and called her name when 
he was several rows away.

    Wanda got up and met Gary at the isle and they embraced.  She smelled 
wonderful.  "What's up with the uniform, major ?"  She asked.

    "I've got an asshole for a boss and I'm fighting back."  Gary returned, 
"He's about three years my junior, a zoomie and a lieutenant colonel.  He 
didn't quite make the war and I imagine all he wears are peace time ribbons, 
so, I guess you could say I'm making a statement."

    "Dad heard that you made quite a statement while you were up at Hill, too.  
Have a hard time adjusting to the peace time air force or just the state side 
air force ?"  She laughed and continued.  "Is that why you got passed over ?"

    Gary took the good natured ribbing as it was intended.  "You could say 
that.  After all those years in the Pacific it was hard to keep a straight 
face when some of these state side warriors told you to get psyched up for an 
exercise.  But no, the pass over came before my little problem at Hill.  What 
did your father hear about it ?"

    "Oh !  Just that you were fucking the pants off some lieutenant's wife and 
probably should have been court martialled but had about a zillion friends 
come to your defense.  He said that you were very lucky."

    Gary laughed and told her that his goose would have been cooked if the 
lieutenant, in question, hadn't been fucking the pants off just about every 
airman in the squadron.  They sat and Wanda pointed out their son.  He was the 
starting defensive back on the Bishop Gorman Gaels Freshman Football Team.  
Gary hadn't been much of a joiner in high school; preferring to surf instead.  
He had also attended the "boy's school" in Colorado, as he called it.  
Unfortunately he had finished almost last in his class, a "back bencher" on 
graduation day.  Pilot training, though, was a different story.  Gary finished 
well up in his class and was totally stoked that he got his first choice in 
assignments - a Dragonfly - direct to South East Asia.

    They sat in silence watching the rest of the second quarter.  During half 
time they chatted politely about this and that.  Wanda told him that Al had 
made plans for the evening and wondered if Gary could make it for lunch the 
following day.  Gary asked if the two of them could go out this evening but 
Wanda didn't think that she could keep up with Gary.  Gary didn't push it and 
told her that he would be over for lunch the following day.  The second half 
started and Gary watched as the Gaels got their asses kicked by one of the 
public high schools.  Al played well and was very typically a teenage boy 
after the game when Gary and Wanda went to talk with him.  He asked his dad if 
it was ok if he attended the dance this evening instead of going out with the 
two of them.  He even mentioned that maybe they could go out together.  Gary 
laughed and told him that Wanda had invited him to lunch on Saturday and that 
he would see him then.

    Gary arrived home about six, popped a top and fixed himself some dinner.  
His household goods had arrived during the noon hour and Gary had rushed home 
to let the movers in.  The boxes were littered about the front room.  The 
furniture, mostly rattan stuff that he'd had in the Philippines, was strewn 
about the house in no particular order.  His first order of business would be 
to set up the stereo and get some tunes going.  He was into his third or forth 
beer by the time the stereo was set up.  He put some Neil Young on the CD 
player and started unpacking boxes.  It was a little after midnight before he 
had the house in a semblance of order.  He rolled a joint, got pleasantly 
stoned and then retired for the evening.

    Saturday morning was spent moving furniture from here to there and running 
a couple of loads of wash.  He was really looking forward to seeing Al and his 
mother again.  He felt guilty about not being able to see his son for all 
these years and now that he was stationed in the same town, was planning on 
making it up to him.  It was just after noon when he parked in front of 
Wanda's house.  She had just moved to a new home in the fashionable Green 
Valley area.  The house was tastefully furnished; whether that had to do with 
the money Gary religiously sent her every month or to her own success was 
anyone's guess.  Gary suspected that she did very well.  She was now a full 
professor in English literature at UNLV.

    Al couldn't keep quiet this afternoon; asking Gary all kinds of questions 
about his life in the air force.  He especially wanted to know how Gary had 
got all those medals he was wearing yesterday.  As Gary told the story of Loc 
Nihn, Wanda broke in several times to add things that Gary forgot or left out 
as she had heard the story hundreds of times.  As Wanda added this or that, 
Gary got very quiet and reminisced about that night - the night he often 
dreamed about - the night that "Peaches " bought the farm.  His thoughts were 
interrupted.....

    "Hey !  Dad, how'd you get the name "Wildman ?"  Al asked.

    Gary hesitated.  He very rarely talked about that time in his life.  He 
was one of the few pilots in the air force who had kept the same nickname 
throughout an entire career.  "Well, son..........

                            ### Spring 1972 ###

    He had just landed.  In the confusion of the Spring offensive, no one 
noticed that Gary helped his crew chief turn the aircraft, load the nape and 
rearm the gun.  He was taxiing in under twenty minutes.  Once again, in the 
confusion, no one noticed a lone Dragonfly take off in the stream of aircraft 
that were departing the base to support the defense of South Vietnam, Loc 
Ninh, in particular.  Lieutenant Cahill arrived over Loc Ninh without a 
wingman but flew like twenty aircraft.  The same FAC was on station and Gary 
used the same call sign that he had earlier.  He flew over the crash site a 
thousand times.  The wreckage was clearly visible, still smoldering in the 
night.  After ascertaining that "Peaches" was indeed gone for good he flew 
with a vengeance dropping his napalm as accurately as could be, from very low 
level.  He made multiple passes over the targets that the FAC designated.  
Several times he was called on the radio by his squadron mates.  He refused to 
answer their queries and only headed home when he was out of napalm, bullets 
and gas.

    Upon landing he was met by the squadron commander.  After a thorough 
tongue lashing, Gary begged to be allowed to fly again that night.  Another 
wingman was hustled out to the alert pad and Gary took off again to do battle 
in the skies over Loc Ninh.  Once again, due to the fog of war, no one 
realized that Lieutenant Cahill flew all night long.  The sun was rising when 
Gary touched down for the last time.  Once again he was met by the squadron 
commander.  As it turned out Gary had flown five sorties, totaling almost ten 
hours of flying time during the night, well over the maximum number of sorties 
and hours allowed during a twenty-four hour period.  The last two sorties had 
been flown with a battle damaged aircraft.  Gary had taken some small arms 
through the belly of the aircraft on one of his earlier sorties.  No one had 
noticed and Gary hadn't bothered to report it.  The holes in belly were hardly 
the size of his little finger.  One of the rounds had nicked his thigh on it's 
way through the cockpit.  That's the only reason he knew he'd been hit.  He 
had a hole in his flight suit and a scratch on his thigh.

    This time the squadron commander was not so kind.  When the battle damage 
was brought to his attention he decided that Gary should spend a few days 
cooling his heels as the duty officer.  Gary didn't care as all the anger 
involved with "Peaches'" death had been worked out of his system.  As they 
were leaving the revetment, a procession of official vehicles drove up the 
tarmac.  The lead vehicle was flying the flag of the Republic of Vietnam and 
had a three star license plate.  The squadron commander and Gary came to 
attention and saluted the car.  The procession stopped right in front of the 
revetment.  A full colonel of the Vietnamese Air Force rushed around the 
vehicle and opened the door.  From the rear vehicles, several soldiers armed 
with M-16's rushed forward toward the lead car.  Lieutenant General Nuyan 
Trahn stepped from the rear of the lead vehicle.  He returned the salute and 
turned to his aide.

    The colonel started speaking immediately, "Our forces have reported that 
one of your airplanes was shot down over Loc Ninh earlier this evening.  
General Trahn wishes to pay his respects."  His English was excellent with 
just trace of a French accent.  "We have also heard that there is another of 
your airplanes, call sign...Hawk 7...who has flown most courageously in the 
defense of our country.  The General would like to meet the pilot and thank 
him personally for his brave combat this evening.  Our ground troops in the 
vicinity of Loc Ninh report that this man is fearless.  Is this pilot 
available to meet General Trahn ?"

    The squadron commander looked at Lieutenant Cahill and asked, "Isn't that 
the call sign you were using tonight, Lieutenant ?"

    Gary just nodded his head.  The Vietnamese colonel spoke to General Trahn.  
The General turned toward Gary and continued to talk to his aide.  The colonel 
turned and barked an order to the driver, who hustled up to the General with a 
small box.  The colonel turned toward the squadron commander and continued.

    "General Trahn wishes to present the Lieutenant with a token of 
appreciation from the Republic of Vietnam."  General Trahn had stepped forward 
toward Gary while taking a medal from the box.  He leaned forward and pinned 
the medal to Gary's flight suit.  The General stepped back and saluted.  Gary 
returned the salute as the General was talking to his aide.  They both 
laughed.

    By now there was quite a crowd of enlisted men and a few other pilots 
standing behind the squadron commander and Gary.  "The General says that this 
Lieutenant flies his airplane like a "Wildman" and that if we had more like 
him we would drive the NVA back to their side of the DMZ."  With that they all 
got back into their vehicles and sped off down the ramp.  Gary did spend the 
next several days behind the duty desk but the nickname stuck.  He'd been 
"Wildman" ever since..........

    As Gary drove home he reflected on the great time he had with Wanda and 
Al.  He was honestly looking forward to seeing them again.  He had invited Al 
over to spend some time with him but Al was hesitant because of his school and 
football schedule.  Gary said that maybe they could make a weekend of it 
sometime.  Al thought that would be pretty cool and they promised to keep in 
touch.  He was also hoping to see Wanda again.  Actually he was trying to 
figure his chances of getting in her pants.  She had looked really great again 
today.  Arriving home, he noticed that he had received his first message on 
the answering machine.

    "Hey !  "Wildman !"  It's Knob, you horny bastard.  What the fuck are you 
doing away from home on a Saturday afternoon ?  Probably fucking the shit out 
of some bimbo - I hope....Ha !  Ha !  Just arrived for the Flag exercise.  
Staying on base at the Q.  If you're home before six give me a call and we'll 
go out, tell each other lies and try to scare up some women.  You been here 
long enough to know where the hot chicks hang out, right ?!  If you can't make 
it, I'll see you next week sometime.  Don't do anything that I wouldn't do !!  
Ha !  Ha !"

    Gary glanced at his watch.  It was a little after seven.  He called the 
base anyway and listened to Knob's phone ring and ring and ring.  Shit, why 
the fuck did he stay at Wanda's so long.  If he hadn't hung around her place; 
imagining he was getting some where, he'd be down town with Knob "runnin' the 
ville."  Again he rolled a joint and headed out to the patio to smoke it.  The 
strip was just coming to life - the lights starting to twinkle.  In a short 
while Gary was stoned as hell and wandered back to his bedroom - another early 
night.  He'd never get any pussy this way.

    It had only been a couple of months since he'd seen "Knob."  Captain 
"Knob" was stationed at Hill with Gary.  He was also fucking around with a 
married woman, a squadron commander's wife.  "Wildman" and his "married woman" 
had partied with them a couple of times.  Boy, were those nights to remember.  
Knob wasn't involved at the time "Wildman" was caught; but he was instrumental 
in getting "public" opinion behind Gary.  It seems like he notified everyone 
in the world that the lieutenant, whose wife Gary was boffing, was fucking 
just about every airman in the wing at the time.  "So what was the big
deal ??"  Knob kept asking.

    Gary remembered the first time he met Knob.  It was in the Philippines.  
Captain Knob was a lieutenant in one of the squadrons down from the "Kun" for 
Cope Thunder.  Knob had been in the right place at the right time during one 
of the Cope Thunder missions and had shot down three F-15s and got them all on 
video tape.  At the debrief, the tape was played and a lot of F-15 drivers 
were a little upset.  Knob never partied without his guitar and that night in 
Angeles City, he sang songs about the "twin-tailed sissies" and how they were 
so big that anyone could knock them from the sky.  Some of the "Eagle" drivers 
took offense and a fight broke out.  Gary just happened to be in the same bar, 
checking out the TDY crowd.  When the air police were called, Gary grabbed 
Knob and spirited him out the back of the bar and through the alley ways of 
Angeles city to a small bar he frequented.  Gary and Knob spent the rest of 
the evening getting to know each other and rolling around in the hay with two 
lovely Filipina ladies.  The friendship continued to grow when they had been 
stationed at Hill together in the late '80's.  He was looking forward to 
seeing Knob again, Knob reminded him of better times.  He laughed at the time 
they were TDY in Europe together.  Gary was on the wing staff at Hill and was 
sent to supervise, yea, right..........

                             ### Summer 1986 ###

    "Wildman" couldn't quite get used to the weather here in Northern Europe 
during the Summer time.  To him the Summer meant warmth and surf.  Here the 
temperature on an August day rarely hit 70 and that was way too cold for  
Gary.  Even Hill, during the Summer, had temperatures in the 90's sometimes.  
The deployment had been a terrific success and there were just a few days left 
until the squadron packed up and left for Hill.  Gary had pretty much behaved 
himself on this trip.  In fact since he left the Pacific to come to Hill, life 
had been pretty copacetic.  He was finding it hard to locate the kind of women 
he was used to out in the Pacific.  Most of the women he met were married and 
the ones that weren't, were enlisted.  The rules on fraternization here, in 
the states, were much more strictly enforced than they were "out there."

    Gary was just wandering through the enlisted quarters, keeping an eye on 
the troops.  This was their last weekend here and there would be no flying 
until the jets left on Monday.  He had joined some of the enlisted men and 
women in a couple of beers and was getting ready to head back to his hotel.  
That's one advantage officers had.  He was staying in a very nice hotel about 
three miles from the base.  The enlisted were staying in barracks on the base.  
Arriving at his hotel he was met by Captain Knob, this usually meant trouble.  
Knob had had a couple of brews and was in the mood to party, Gary could tell.

    "Yo !  Major Cahill."  Knob yelled from down the hall.

    "Yo ! Knob."  Gary called back.  Knob was making his way up the hall 
towards Gary's room.  There was a group of pilots gathered at the end of the 
hall, just drinking beer and generally fucking around.  Keeping fighter pilots 
amused on the weekends had been the hardest chore for the supervisors as there 
wasn't a lot to do.  Luckily the local population drank heavily and the 
"native" girls had an open mind about relationships.  Many of the guys had got 
lucky and bedded some of the local talent.

    "Can we talk in your room ?"  Knob asked Gary.

    "Sure, what's on your mind, captain ?"

    When the door was closed, Knob continued.  "I've got a small problem."

    "Yea, I'll bet."

    "No, it's nothing like that, "Wildman" !  You see; I've arranged to meet a 
couple of enlisted ladies at a weekend retreat about thirty miles from here.  
Lieutenant Lester was going to accompany me, but unfortunately his wife showed 
up unexpectedly and he can't make it.  I was wondering if you could break away 
tomorrow and come with me.  I've got the bus schedule all worked out.  The 
ladies will meet us there tomorrow afternoon.  Hey !  Man, we can party like 
we did in the P.I. that time.  What do you say ?"

    "Shit, Knob, I don't know.  You sure you got this all figured out.  This 
isn't the Pacific, you know.  We could get our asses in a crack if we get 
caught.  You ever been to this place ?"  Gary's promotion board to Lieutenant 
Colonel was being held in a couple of months.  He didn't want to blow it now.

    "No sweat, "Wildman"; one of the ladies set it up.  She has spent a lot of 
time here in Europe and stayed at the place a couple of years ago.  She says 
that there is no way anybody we know would ever be staying there.  Come on, 
man, this will be like the P.I. all over again only better.  These ladies are 
real cool, no shit.  Lester and I were with them this Summer a couple of 
times.  In fact, you almost caught us that time you gave the girls a heads up 
about the drug screen.  Remember ?"

    Gary did remember, although he had no idea that Knob was in the room with 
them.  "Who are they, Knob ?"

    "The one I'm with is Maggie Lee, she's that airman we borrowed from the 
wing.  The other one is Carol Whitouski, she's the admin chick from 16th.  We 
borrowed her too.  I'm telling you, Wildman, you'll kick yourself later if you 
don't party with us - no shit, man."

    "Is the Whitouski woman the one with the skimpy bikini this Summer, you 
know, the one with lots of bush ?"  Gary asked.

    Knob countered with, "Hey !  Man, I don't know.  Lester's the one who's 
been fucking her.  Not me.  You want me to ask him ?"  Knob started laughing 
like crazy.

    "Fuck you, Knob.  What time are we leaving ?"

    The next morning Knob and Wildman were out of the town on the 0700 bus to 
the big city.  There weren't many military on the bus at that hour as the 
partying went on almost all night.  Knob followed the directions, that Carol 
Whitouski gave him, explicitly.  They arrived at the Inn after a half hour 
walk through some very pretty landscape.  The retreat was really out in the 
middle of no where, surrounded by forest.  It was really not an Inn but a 
collection of small cottages.  In no time, Gary and Knob were settled.  The 
rooms were very small but by far the greatest thing about the small Inn was 
the individual saunas out behind each cottage.  Gary could hardly wait to get 
airman Whitouski out in the sauna without her clothes on.  He was dying to 
work up a sweat with her.

    The young ladies arrived just before noon.  Wildman knew it was going to 
be a great time when Knob produced a bottle of ginseng.  They were all sitting 
in the small front room of the cottage.  Carol Whitouski was really quite good 
looking.  Sometimes you never knew with airmen - some were real hot and some 
were dogs.  Carol was very attractive and had a body to boot.  A little short 
for Gary but with a nice blouse full of tit and a great looking ass.  Her dark 
hair really accentuated her dark tan.  Gary and her were getting along rather 
splendidly when Knob and airman Lee pestered Carol to show them how to get to 
the shrine.  Carol had told them about a great little shrine that was about a 
mile away.  So off the four of them went.  As soon as they were out of sight 
of the Inn, Maggie Lee produced a marijuana cigarette and by the time they 
reached the shrine they were all in Nirvana.

    On the way back Knob suggested that they all chill out in the sauna.  
Maggie laughed hilariously about Knob's choice of words.  She doubted that 
they'd "chill out" in the sauna.  The girls told Knob and Wildman that they'd 
meet them there, so Gary and Knob went direct to the sauna and turned on the 
heat.  Knob found some towels and he and Gary stripped down and wrapped up in 
the towels.  The girls arrived several minutes later.  Both of them were 
wearing terry cloth robes.  Wildman was thinking....."it was just about party 
time !!"  The sauna had two sets of benches on each side of the room.  The 
girls had sat on one side and Gary and Knob sat on the other.  Another joint 
was making the rounds, conversation was light and Knob had uncorked the 
ginseng.

    Knob was the first to disrobe, so to speak, and hung his towel on a peg on 
the wall.  All of them were starting to perspire freely.  When Gary took off 
his towel the conversation stopped for a moment.  Both of the young ladies 
openly stared at his cock.  He was still flaccid and it hung down below his 
balls.  He was about six or seven inches soft.  Knob made the first move and 
crossed the room to help Maggie out of her robe.  Gary just watched.  She had 
a nice body.  Small tennis ball size tits with quarter size, coral colored 
areolae, topped with tiny nipples that looked almost sharp.  Her skin was a 
very light tan color and it made her areolae and nipples look that much 
darker.  Her long, midnight black hair hung down over her shoulders; combined 
with her oriental eyes, she was a very sexy young lady.  She had slim hips and 
her box was covered with a surprisingly lush growth of jet black pubic hair 
that hardly had any curl to it at all.

    While Gary was occupied watching Maggie, Carol had stripped off her robe 
and crossed the room to Gary.  She wasn't much taller than Maggie but had a 
lot more meat on her.  Her tits were the size of large apples and were much 
higher on her chest than Maggie's, with just a slight sag to them.  They were 
topped with overly large light brown areolae and nipples the size of small 
pebbles.  Carol has a very hairy twat.  Her bush is diamond shaped, covering 
her whole lower stomach, almost reaching her belly button.  Although the hair 
just below her navel is not as thick as the hair below; it is still very 
discernible.  The hair covering her mound is very thick, dark and curly.  She 
has her hands on Wildman's knees and is just staring into his eyes when Gary 
finally turns his attention to her.  She leans forward and bites the lobe of 
his right ear, whispering, "I think I'm in love."

    Gary laughs loudly and says, "Lust at least."  His cock is starting to 
harden and he can feel the sweat dripping off of her body, splattering against 
his thighs and lower stomach.  Carol reaches for one of the towels on the wall 
and places it on the bench and gets to her knees between Gary's legs.  He is 
growing in leaps and bounds, very near his full length - nine long inches.  
Carol takes his cock in her hands as if to measure him and begins to squeeze 
his hard phallus.  Gary glances across the sauna and sees Knob on his knees 
between Maggie's legs.  Her legs are up over his shoulders and he is eating 
the shit out of her.  Her ass is starting to move about on the bench seat and 
then he feels Carol's lips caress the head of his cock.

    Carol is no stranger to sucking cock and soon has Gary pumping his hips up 
to meet her mouth and lips.  She is taking most of his cock with every thrust.  
Gary has rarely had a woman take the whole length in her mouth and is thinking 
that this young lady may just get it all.  She has both hands at the base of 
his cock and is bobbing her head up and down in his lap.  She swallows almost 
the whole length and keeps it captured in her mouth and throat while massaging 
his balls with her hands and fingers.  He flexes his cock and it jumps in her 
mouth.  She chokes a bit, comes off of his cock a couple of inches and 
swallows him again.  He can feel her lips near the base of his cock, reaching 
out to capture his entire length.  Gary has both of his hands wrapped in her 
short dark hair and pulls her off of his dick.  "Let's fuck, Carol."  He 
rasps.

    "Not now, Wildman.  I love to swallow.  Cum in my mouth, Gary."  Her head 
drops to his lap and her mouth engulfs his cock.  She's bobbing like crazy.  
Gary's hips are uncontrollable, pumping his meat in and out of her mouth.  He 
can hear choking sounds coming from his crotch.  He's getting close.  He 
throws back his head and yells, "Fuuuck....Oh !  Jesus, suck it, Carol.  
Aaaahhh !  Oh !  Fuuuuck !  Suck me.  Here coooomes."  The first spurt is a 
long shuddering blast of cum followed by several short spurts.  Then another 
long blast of seamen fills her mouth.  Her lips are now at the base of the 
head of his cock, milking all the jizzim out of his deflating cock.  One hand 
is pumping him.  As he deflates, she captures more of his dick and begins to 
bob her head in his lap again.  Several more small spurts of cum dribble into 
her mouth and she slurps them up.  She finally breaks contact with his cock 
when it was soft, then swallows him entirely.  He can feel her tongue explore 
his soft meat.

    When she finishes, Gary is really spent.  He can hardly move.  He has 
never had a blow job like that.  His meat is limp and Carol is still kneeling 
between his legs, licking his balls and thighs.  He glances up and sees that 
both Knob and Maggie are watching them.  They start clapping and then 
laughing.  Knob has a semi and Maggie is wide eyed staring at Gary's cock.  
Knob reaches for Maggie's hand and guides it to his growing member.  She 
wastes no time pumping him to hardness and then straddles him.  Gary watches 
Knob's cock enter her vagina.  She immediately starts bouncing in his lap.  
Gary can see Knob thrusting his hips up to meet her.  At this rate Knob isn't 
going to last long.

    Gary leans down and kisses Carol.  His cock is starting to stir watching 
Maggie's tight little butt bounce up and down on Knob's dick.  Carol breaks 
the kiss and goes down on Gary.  His cock is starting to feel strong.  Carol 
is licking the underside when Gary pulls her off and kisses her again.  He 
reaches a hand down between her legs and buries a finger in her moist twat.  
"Jesus, she's got a hairy twat," Gary thinks.  She is definitely wet enough to 
fuck.  He begins to stand and Carol's mouth is again at his meat, nibbling and 
licking.  Gary is very hard now and dying to get his cock in her cunt.  He 
pulls her up by the shoulders and she gets to her feet.  They are standing in 
the middle of the sauna, kissing when both Maggie and Knob announce their 
orgasms.  They are laughing into each other's mouth.  Carol pushes Gary away 
and sits on the upper bench spreading her legs.  She pulls her knees up and 
out and Gary is treated to a spectacular view of her very hairy crotch.  He 
can barely make out a slash of pink meat in all the dark curls.

    "Come on, lover, fuck me."  Carol whispers.  Gary leans forward burying 
his head in her crotch.  She laughs and begs, "Come on, Wildman, fuck me."  
Gary keeps licking her very wet vagina.  Her lush bush is tickling his face.  
She's pumping her hips back to meet his exploring tongue.  His lips, cheeks 
and tongue are drenched with her slickness.  Gary wants to fuck her, bad.  He 
reaches for her hands and pulls her to her feet.  He pulls her down to the 
floor and turns her toward the bench.  She goes to her hands on the bench and 
presents Gary with her great butt.  He presses his cock between her cheeks and 
runs his cock up and down the crack of her ass cheeks.  One of her hands is 
massaging his balls.  He pulls back and she is guiding him into her twat.

    She's like liquid heat.  The folds of her pussy slippery and gooey with 
her juices.  Gary places both hands on her hips and pulls her onto his cock.  
Her head comes back and she screams a little as he forces his meat into her 
cunt.  The scream turns Gary on and he is fucking her like crazy, their wet 
bodies slapping together.  He is nowhere near cuming and continues to ram his 
cock in and out of her cunt.  Slap, slap, slap, slap.  He can see the jungle 
of hair between her ass cheeks, watch his cock disappear in and out of her 
lush growth.  She has both hands on the bench and is pushing back with every 
thrust.  Her orgasm is loud and long, "Ahhhhhhhh, Oh !  Fuck, Yeaaaaa.  
Fassster,  Fuuuck me."  Her screams filled the sauna.  Gary kept fucking her, 
his rhythm set as he continued to pummel her upthrust behind.

    Maggie had moved down toward them, just watching Gary's cock slide in and 
out of her friend's cunt.  Gary put his arm around her and brought her closer.  
Maggie and Gary started to kiss and Gary could feel her hand caress his ass 
cheeks.  He pulled out of Carol and turned Maggie toward the bench. She went 
to her hands and presented Gary with her rear end.  It was nowhere near as 
inviting as Carol's but that didn't stop Gary from sliding his cock right into 
her spread open, cum soaked cunt.  Even after Knob had fucked her, her cunt 
was much tighter than Carol's.  Maybe not tighter but with less meat on it.  
He spread the cheeks of her ass and was greeted by an almost hairless asshole.  
He placed his thumb on it and pressed.  It gobbled up about an inch of Gary's 
thumb and he started fucking the shit out of her.  Carol was now at his side, 
one hand spreading Maggie's ass, the other searching between Gary's ass 
cheeks.

    As her finger slid into Gary's anus, he couldn't hold back any longer and 
blew his load into the clenching pussy of Maggie Lee.  He kept fucking long 
after he stopped cuming.  Carol's finger remained in his ass and he could feel 
his anus spazaming around it.  As Gary pulled out of Maggie Lee, Carol dropped 
to her knees and gobbled up his cock.  Knob got up off of the bench with a 
raging hardon and pulled Carol to her feet.  He quickly bent her over and 
buried himself in her cunt.  Maggie Lee finished cleaning the cum and jizzim 
off of Gary's cock while Carol and Knob filled the sauna with orgasmic sounds 
as they satisfied each other.

    The four of them squeezed into the small shower back in the cottage they 
shared and if Gary and Knob minded rubbing together occasionally, they said 
nothing about it.  Most of the time though all they felt was the soft smooth 
skin of the hot young ladies sharing the shower with them.  Carol was laughing 
and telling them all about the time Maggie and her first shared a shower.  
Gary thought that might be an interesting story and encouraged her to 
continue.  Knob had already heard the story and thought they all ought to get 
out and drink a little ginseng.  Maggie Lee thought that maybe Carol and her 
could show the boys what Carol was talking about while they recuperated a bit.  
They were soon all dried off and out in the front room of the bungalow.

    Maggie and Carol wasted no time as a joint and the bottle of ginseng made 
the rounds.  They were soon locked in 69 on the couch, busily munching at each 
other's snatch.  Gary started to get hard almost immediately.  Knob moved over 
to the  girls and was feeding Carol his limp dick as she was on top.  Gary 
moved to Carol's rear and spread her cheeks.  Maggie was lapping at her very 
spread labia, pink and slick.  Gary leaned down and reamed out Carol's 
asshole.  He could hear the sucking and licking sounds that they were all 
making and was as hard as steel.  Carol was going to get a little surprise.  
Gary was up and into Carol's wet pussy with just a little help from Maggie, 
who kept her tongue active on Gary's balls.  Gary wasted no time, pounding his 
cock in and out of Carol's stretched twat and working his thumb into her 
asshole.  Knob had his hands entwined in her short dark hair and was feeding 
her all of his cock.  Gary now had his thumb buried in her clenching anus and 
drooled some spit down on her ass and asshole.  He rubbed the spit around her 
anus and then placed the head of his cock at her back door.

    He heard her gasp around Knob's cock as about three inches of his cock 
popped into her asshole.  He pulled out just a little and then forced more of 
his meat into her butt.  Maggie was painting his balls with her saliva.  He 
pushed harder and more of his cock filled Carol's clenching anus.  He started 
pumping, fucking her asshole.  God, did this feel great.  She was the tightest 
thing he had ever been in.  He could hear her groaning and moaning around the 
cock that Knob was pumping in and out of her mouth.  It wouldn't be long as 
Maggie had now spread his cheeks and was running a finger up and down the 
crack of his ass as her tongue teased his hanging scrotum.  He came before 
Knob, yelling out his orgasm, feeling his jizzim fill Carol's tight anal 
passage.  His pubic bush was soon soaked with cum as he continued to pound his 
cock in and out of her asshole.  Finally he leaned back and gazed at the river 
of seamen that flooded out of her asshole as Knob continued to fuck her face.  
Each time her asshole clenched, a dribble of cum rolled down into her thick 
bush.  Maggie had buried her face and tongue back into Carol's abundant thatch 
and some of Gary's seamen was dripping onto her forehead and into her hair.

    The rest of the weekend was a blur but that wasn't the last time that 
Airman Carol Whitouski got the shit, literally fucked out of her.  Knob even 
fucked Maggie Lee in the ass a couple of times and the guys tried to talk one 
or both of the ladies into taking them both on at one time - one in the cunt 
and the other in the ass but the girls drew the line at that..........

    What a fucking shitty weekend, Gary thought.  He had a raging hardon when 
he got up Sunday morning.  At that point he would have given up just about 
anything for some hot pussy.  The rest of day was a blur of more household 
chores.  He was actually looking forward to Monday morning and the beginning 
of Red Flag.  In actuality, Gary was bored to death and horny as hell.  He 
even considered going down to the strip and trying to pick up some pussy but 
figured on Sunday he wouldn't have much hope of even doing that.

    He missed the neighborhood young ladies on Monday morning and is behind 
the console at the Range Group at 0630 checking out the equipment.  Lieutenant 
Colonel Jackson doesn't arrive until about a quarter to seven and Gary can 
tell that the asshole is impressed that Gary is already at work.  It's a 
little past seven-thirty when the first group of fighters checks in.  Gary is 
really starting to feel out of the grove - that he is not a part of the group.  
He can hear and feel the excitement in the voices of the pilots as they 
organize themselves to race across the range and deliver their ordinance.  
Maybe he can't do this for eighteen months standing on his head.  This is 
going to be tough.

    The voice checking in one of the last flights sounded very familiar.  Gary 
has to listen very closely because the radio room was filled with people 
watching the range display and listening to the action.  There is no doubt in 
Gary's mind now that he has heard that voice another time.  It's Captain Knob. 
The envy Gary feels is hard to take.  Eighteen months of this might kill him.  
He ached to be in on the action to be a part of the strike flight.  Once the 
exercise started, Gary didn't have time to reminisce; he was too busy doing 
his job.  The debrief was also painful as was meeting all the pilots in the 
bar that evening.  Gary was looking forward to Friday, what for, he wasn't 
sure but each day he felt more and more divorced from his prior air force 
days.  This was hell, worse than any pass over and it would last for eighteen 
months.

    Friday finally arrived but Gary hardly spent any time in the bar with the 
boys.  He couldn't stand not being a part of the group so after a single beer 
he left the base and headed home.  The local casino\bar, Big Dogs, drew his 
attention as he realized that he hadn't eaten since breakfast, having run both 
of the Red Flag missions.  He parked and entered the brightly lit bar.  He 
wandered through the bar and got himself a table.  Across the room both Tina 
and her mother watched Gary sit and order a beer.



Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....."  Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days"  I can't remember..... 


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