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Subject: "Shack, Lead !" - Chapter 4-A
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@(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
hoped for. If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).
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.
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***** CHAPTER FOUR - PART ONE *****
Tina could hardly wait to get home and call Diane. Her mother had told
her that she would be spending the weekend at a friend's home in L.A. and that
meant party time at her house. She wasn't positive but was pretty sure that
the guy she saw in the restaurant was the guy who had moved into their old
party house down the block. The fact that he was wearing a flight suit
probably confirmed that it wasn't marijuana she had smelled last weekend as
they were sneaking around his property while breaking into the house next
door.
"Diane...Hey ! It's Tina. My mom is leaving this weekend. When can you
come over ?"
"Not for a while, I'm still trying to score some bud. Things are pretty
tight. She gona be gone all weekend ?"
"Yea. Did you try Robbie ? He told me Wednesday that he was going to get
some righteous bud for the weekend."
"No. I didn't try Robbie. You know I can't stand the guy and I am not
going to ask him over just to get a little bud off of him. He'll probably
want to get it on with both of us both if I do."
Tina laughed, "Hey, he's not too bad."
"You haven't.....have you ? Terry'll kick your ass if he finds out you've
been doing it with Robbie. He can't stand the guy."
Tina kept laughing and said, "Of course not, stupid. I think he's as big
a dork as you do but he might have bud and if we have Terry and some of his
friends over.....Well, that would make it ok, right ?!"
Diane thought about that and then continued with, "I thought we were going
to leave the boys out of it this weekend. All they wanted to do last weekend
was screw. I mean they hardly had any bud and what they had was shitty. Let
me get back to scoring some bud and I'll call you back."
"Ok, Diane, but make it fast I'm dying to get stoned." With that, Tina
hung up the phone and changed into some jeans and a "T" shirt. She had
decided that it wouldn't take her much time to scope out the "flight suit"
guy's place. She was sure that she had smelled marijuana last weekend......
Gary had left Big Dogs after a couple of beers and a cheese burger. He,
too, had noticed the mother and daughter and wondered if it was the blond from
the school bus. Other than the first time he saw her with her friend, and
that was from the rear, he had never really seen her close up. The mother was
damn good looking. He wouldn't mind fucking her. As long as he's thinking
about it - both of them - at the same time too ! Shit, what are the chances ?
Just about zero with his luck.
He arrived home and stripped off his flight suit and rolled a couple of
joints. He sure was getting used to Malibu's dope. It was some of the best
he'd ever smoked. He was a little pissed that Knob hadn't looked him up after
the exercise ended today but realized that he had probably already scored with
some chick and was balling her brains out at this very moment. Gary had
torched up a joint, was bare ass naked and really trippin'. He was padding
down the hall when.....
Tina was sneaking along the wall of the house and approaching the patio
from the side. She peaked around the corner and heard the hot tub cycling
through a heat cycle. At least the guy is home. She hadn't smelled any
marijuana and was thinking of blowing it off when the guy walked out on the
patio bare ass naked. He hadn't seen her and was just gazing out over the Las
Vegas Valley. The sun was low on the horizon and shinning right into the
patio. The senses of sight and smell both competed for her attention. She
was staring at the largest cock she had ever seen, bigger even than her uncle
Bob's, who she'd seen naked last Summer - bigger than in the porno flicks that
her and Diane had watched - and like...three times the size of the two guys
she'd done it with. At the same time the sweet smell of marijuana floated out
to meet her. She must have moved or something because the guy turned to look
at her. She froze and he didn't move at all. She had a hard time drawing her
gaze away from his dick but finally focused on his face. He didn't seem
embarrassed at all and just stared back at her.
"Oh ! Sorry," Gary reached for his towel and wrapped it around his
waist. It was the same young girl from Big Dog's. The same young thing that
he had spied that first day, when he moved into the house. Shit she'll
probably run home, tell her mom I flashed her and I'll end up in Leavenworth
for the rest of my life, breaking big rocks into little rocks. Jesus, I wish
I wasn't so stoned. "My name's Gary. What's yours ?"
Tina was still frozen to the spot and had a hard time deciding what to
say. She finally croaked out, "Tina. What's yours ?"
Gary laughed that real loud laugh of his and was sure it startled her. He
was the one who was stoned and she's asking his name a couple of seconds after
he tells her. What the hell, maybe she's stoned too. "My name's Gary. Why
don't you come up on the porch, Tina, and we can share this joint ?"
She moved slowly toward the screen door. She wasn't at all sure about
this but the thought of getting some dope drove her to climb the steps and
enter the patio. She stood close to the door, afraid to really enter the
patio. Gary walks over toward her and holds out the joint. She reaches for
it and then pulls her hand away.
"Oh ! Shit I forgot. My mom's still home.....I can't get stoned right
now. Maybe you could give me some for later ? Would that be cool ?"
Gary laughs again, "Of all the luck. Yea, sure but I've just got a little
and I need to have some for myself tonight. If you want some more maybe you
could come back tomorrow. I'm going to meet a guy tomorrow and score some
more. Cool ?!" Quick thinking, especially since he's really ripped. "You
could bring your friend if you want ?!"
"Ah.....Yea...Sure, mister."
"It's Gary, Tina. Call me, Gary."
Gary went over to the TV table by the door to the house and picked up the
other joint he had rolled. He crossed the patio and handed it to her. She
had stayed by the door and as soon as he handed it to her she backed down the
stairs and said, "Thanks, Gary. Thanks a lot. Maybe, I'll see you tomorrow ?
What time are you going to see this guy ?"
She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at him. "Oh...I
don't know but I'm pretty sure that I'll have the stuff by three or four."
"Great. Maybe I'll see you then." With that she walked quickly around
the corner of the house and disappeared. Gary sprinted through the house and
peaked through the drapes, watching her walk down the street towards her
house. God, she's got a nice little butt - really cute too. I sure would
like to get into that tonight. Thoughts of Leavenworth floated through his
head. Oh ! Well, back to the hot tub. He took a long hit on the smoldering
marijuana cigarette in his hand. The hot tub felt great. He let his mind
wander back to better times when he didn't seem to be without pussy for more
than a couple of days. God, that seemed so long ago. His pass over had
really affected his out look on life in general and the service in particular.
As he thought more about it, he realized the pass over had affected his whole
life in a rather negative manner.........
### Christmas 1986 ###
Captain Dee Ann Child was cleaning up some errant paper work on this
Friday afternoon. Not much was happening in the Wing Commander's office. Two
of the wing's squadrons were still out on their foul weather deployments and
foul was a good term to describe the weather that was affecting this part of
Northern Utah. Several days before Dee Ann had been notified that she had
been accepted to pilot training and she was on cloud nine. Her dream come
true. The intercom rang and Dee Ann picked up the phone to answer.
"Captain Child speaking."
"Dee Ann, how about getting Major Cahill on the line and tell him to get
down here. I need to talk to him in person." Colonel Stan Scottsfield said
over the phone.
"Sure thing, sir. You want to see him right now ?"
"I need to see him before the close of business. The sooner the better."
In front of him on the desk was the Lieutenant Colonel board results. Overall
the wing did pretty well. Well above the average but that didn't make the
one's who didn't make it, feel any better. Colonel Scottsfield had known
Major Cahill for many years. Gary had been in his flight when he was a flight
commander in Nam. When was that ? 1971.....1972 ? He couldn't remember.
Gary was a lieutenant then. So many years ago. The next half hour was going
to be difficult. There are always some people, that on paper look like
they're a shoe in but end up not making the cut.
Gary was a little surprised with the call to the wing commander's office.
He hardly spent any time there as the chief of wing scheduling. Captain Child
was behind her desk when he entered the office. Now, there is someone he'd
like to fuck, he thought. He'd known Captain Child since his last tour at the
Kun. Caught her and her enlisted boy friend down at Pussan fucking their
brains out. Well that's ok, that's what he was doing at the time, with his
enlisted girl friend.
"Congratulations, Dee Ann. I'm really happy about your pilot training
slot. When are you leaving ?"
"Not until the end of January, Gary. I can hardly wait."
"Yea, I'll bet," Gary said. "Do you happen to know what this is about ?"
"Don't have a clue, Gary, unless it's the lieutenant colonel board
results. They just arrived in the mail this morning from CBPO and no, I
didn't get a look at them."
Gary's heart skipped a beat. It had to be good news. He was a shoe in,
right ? You almost never knew with these things. Gary had seen plenty of
good guys get passed over. He had heard one story about a Vietnam POW who got
passed over to Lieutenant Colonel. Boy ! I bet that son of a bitch was
pissed off.
As soon as he entered the office he knew that his fun meter was going to
be pegged. The look on the Colonel's face told the whole story and the words
that went with it were hardly heard. No staff job, no masters degree and
hadn't completed Air War College, performance reports are outstanding
but.....Gary appeared shrunken when he departed the wing commander's office
and didn't say a word to Dee Ann. Pussy was the last thing on his mind.
Colonel Scottsfield promised that he would do everything in his power to help
Gary get promoted the next time around but Gary would have to fill some of
these other "squares" to have a chance.
Gary was out of the building before he knew it and parked in front of the
O'club. He needed a drink, maybe a couple. A Jack Daniel's on the rocks
stopped the shaking in his hands but his heart was still pounding a mile a
minute. What the fuck was he going to do now. The last thing in the world he
wanted to do was go back to school. A year from now he still wouldn't have a
masters degree and air war college took a year to complete. Aw ! Fuck it.
Just then a group of pilots entered the bar, after all it was Friday
afternoon.
"Hey, Wildman ! You look like you just had your dick cut off." Captain
Knob yelled from across the bar. "Your latest piece of ass cut you off ?"
Several of the pilots laughed at that. Gary hardly heard the joke and only
acknowledged Knob when he came up beside him and elbowed him in the ribs. By
then Knob knew something wasn't right. Gary began telling him about his
meeting with Colonel Scottsfield.....
Vicky Short was in the process of rolling her hair. She had a thick, dark
mane of beautiful hair. Yes, it was starting to go gray. When you're the
wife of a fighter pilot, it tended to do that but the gray was easily covered
with the hair coloring she used. Still naked from her shower, she was
admiring her body in the mirror. Not bad for an old broad, she thought. Her
best feature, by far, was her bust. It had turned guy's heads since she was
fourteen or fifteen but that was thirty years ago. She was not looking
forward to the wing party this evening. Her husband and most of his squadron
were stuck out because of the shitty weather that plagued this part of
Northern Utah. Whoever decided to station a wing of fighters here should have
had his head examined.
Consoling a bunch of wives waiting for their husbands, with Christmas just
a couple of days off, was not her idea of a great time and that was what
tonight was going to be. Why the fuck, hadn't they come home last weekend.
The weather was clear as a bell but no, they had to get some more sorties in.
When Monday arrived so did the weather and they weren't even allowed to make
an attempt to get home. Typical air force planning. Shit, why didn't
they.....
Amy James Lester was doing just about the same thing; putting her hair up.
She too was thinking about the aviators who were stuck out. She was on the
other end of the scale from Vicky. Her husband was a lieutenant. She, too,
didn't want to spend the evening with a bunch of whiny wives who all wished
that their husbands were home. Some of the squadron arrived home yesterday,
by bus. She had met one of the wives in the commissary this morning. The
woman thanked her because Amy's husband volunteered to take her husband's
place which allowed him to come home. That's not the story her husband told
her. Lieutenant Lester said that he was ordered to stay with the air planes.
According to Lieutenant Lester, he was always getting the bad deals because of
his rank but the woman she talked with this morning was a lieutenant's wife,
too. Amy would be happy when they could get out of the air force. This was a
bunch of shit as far a she was concerned.....
Gary was on his third Jack on the rocks when Knob decided that they should
both attend the wing party. Gary just looked at Knob like he was the man in
the moon. "As usual, Knob. You've got your head up your ass again."
"No, man, listen to me." Knob had been catching up on the booze and was
feeling no pain. "Half the wing is stuck out, right !" Gary knew that to be
true. Knob continued, "So that means that half the women will be unescorted
tonight. They're all pissed at their husbands for getting stuck out and after
two weeks are all probably horny as hell. This is an opportunity that we
can't afford to pass up, Wildman."
Gary just nodded, "Yea right, Knob.
"No shit, Wildman, this is just what you need to get over this pass over
shit. Who cares, you can't do a fucking thing about it. So why not go home
get all dressed up in that spiffy mess dress of yours with all your combat
ribbons and try to take home some delightfully horny young lieutenant's wife.
Come on, Gary. You know I'm not talking shit. Let's do it. We'll be the
life of the party with most of the other fuckers stuck out."
Thinking it over - it did make sense. If he stayed here any longer he'd
be shit faced before six and then spend all day tomorrow kicking himself about
drinking too much. As to scoring some pussy tonight, well, that's another
thing but staying in the bar just about guaranteed that he wouldn't get laid
tonight.
The wing party was in full swing when Gary and Knob made their entrance.
About the only people who noticed were Colonel and Mrs. Scottsfield. Colonel
Scottsfield wandered over and talked with Gary. "Kind of surprised to see you
here, Major."
"Well, colonel, I figured I could stay in the bar all evening and run the
risk of a DUI on the way home or I could get all dressed up and impress all
the people who would be attending this evening, celebrating the good fortunes
of those who made lieutenant colonel today."
"With an attitude like that, Major, I'm sure we'll have no problem getting
you those silver oak leaves next time around." The wing commander wandered
off into the crowd and Knob started to laugh as soon as he was a distance
away.
"Jesus, Wildman, that's the best line of shit I've every heard anyone use
on Scottsfield. If you can be as smooth as that with some of these horny
wives, you'll probably take two or three home this evening." Knob kept
laughing as he wandered off through the crowd to get a drink. Wildman
followed.
At the bar Gary spied a group of wives all congregating around the
horsdoeuvres table. He ordered a drink and as soon as he was served made his
way across the room to the group of ladies. A small red head had caught his
attention from across the room. He walked right up to her and bowed at the
waist, asking, "May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady ?" Most of the
women started laughing and Wildman noticed that one of them was lieutenant
colonel Short's wife, Vicky.
Vicky jokingly said, "Better watch out for that one, Amy." Amy was
somewhat flustered. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her to
dance, least of all her husband. She had picked up more information about her
husband's flimsy excuse to stay TDY for an extra couple of days. Seems that
only volunteers had been selected and Greg had been an avid volunteer. The
officer, asking her to dance, was still bowed at the waist waiting for her
reply. She looked around at the other wives and saw envy in some of their
expressions. She'd love to have this story get back to Greg and with such a
decorated major.
Knob followed suit and soon the dance floor was alive with activity.
Although Gary was interested in Lieutenant Lester's wife he danced with a
number of wives whose husbands were stuck out due to the inclement weather.
Knob also danced with a number of the wives, including Lieutenant Colonel
Short's wife, Vicky. During a slow dance, Vicky asked Captain Knob how he got
his name.
"I got the name in college because I give the best head this side of the
Mississippi." He slurred. Knob was slightly shit faced and immediately
realized that this was a squadron commander's wife he was dancing with. Aw,
well win a few; lose a few. He had been secretly trying to get on with a
guard unit and hopefully wouldn't have to worry about events in the active air
force in just a few months.
Upon hearing the reference to oral sex, Vicky Short froze momentarily.
She was immediately transported back to her college days; remembering her
roommate on her knees between her spread legs, licking and sucking her pussy.
God, that was the best sex she had ever had - better than any man she had
slept with. She'd had orgasm after orgasm; lost control of herself and buried
her face in her roommates hairy crotch and brought her to numerous orgasms.
Their affair had lasted a little over two years and only broke up when her
roommate wanted to bring another girl to their bed.
Thinking about those episodes now and realizing what this captain was
saying made her skin tingle. She could feel the blood rushing to her nipples
as they started to harden and a tingling in her lower belly as the blood
rushed to her vagina. Knob's hands seemed warm as she could feel them holding
her as they danced. Was this captain coming on to her ? He wouldn't do that,
would he ?
In another part of the room Gary was again dancing with Amy Lester. He
had just asked her if she would be interested in going dancing after the wing
party broke up. Amy was sure the major was coming on to her. She really
didn't see how anything could come of her flirting with him so she had but go
dancing with him after this ? She had come with a group of wives and didn't
see how she could get away from them without causing a lot of raised eyebrows.
It appeared the women she came with were leaving and she made her excuses to
Major Cahill and raced off to join her friends. Gary had lost track of Knob
but really didn't care; he was going to follow the women, Amy joined, and see
if he could talk her into going dancing at his place. He was sure she was
interested and was convinced that her flirting was on purpose and not the
result of naivete. He was excited thinking about what she would look like
bare ass in his bed with his cock ramming in and out of her twat. Shortly he
was out in his car, motoring after the car full of squadron wives.....
Vicky Short was also driving out of the parking lot when she spied Captain
Knob wandering through the parked cars. She pulled up behind him and rolled
down the car window. "Captain, you wouldn't be thinking of driving in your
condition, would you ?"
Knob laughed and leaned down to look into Vicky's eyes, "Why, no mam. I
was just on my way to the car to get my over night bag so I could spend the
night in the BOQ."
Vicky knew he was bullshitting her and laughed at his lie. "Why don't I
give you a ride home ? You can pick your car up tomorrow." The offer sounded
good to Knob and as he rounded the car to get in; he thought, "Shit, he might
get laid after all ? And a squadron commander's wife at that ! What a way to
leave the active air force." They were soon in front of Knob's small house in
North Ogden and he invited Vicky in for a drink.....
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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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