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Subject: "SHACK, LEAD !" - CHAPTER TWO
@(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.
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***** CHAPTER TWO *****
After returning to the patio and finishing work on the hot tub, Gary spent
the rest of the afternoon and early evening unpacking his belongings and
figuring out what needed to be done to the house to get it in ship shape
condition. In other words, what did he have to do to get young women eager to
visit his bachelor pad ? The view of the Las Vegas valley would be enough for
most and then.....well, Gary very rarely had trouble getting in their
knickers. His meager household goods, which included his stereo, big screen
TV and VCR, would arrive on Friday. He'd make do until then with a futon and
some pots and pans that he borrowed from family services on base. He treated
himself to a strong Jack Daniel's on the rocks and spent a half hour or so in
the hot tub, trying to suppress fantasies about fucking the young ladies he
spied this afternoon. He retired rather early and during the night was
treated to a dream he hadn't had for several years now. Most of us would call
it a nightmare..........
### Spring 1972 ###
He was flying in the dark skies over the town of Loc Ninh. The night
skies were alive with the flashes of artillery and small arms. There was
activity in all quadrants around the town. The North Vietnamese had just
crossed the border that evening and were starting the Spring offensive of
1972. Gary had been on the evening alert pad with his best buddy, "Peaches."
Gary and "Peaches" had arrived in country together as lieutenants in the Fall
of 1971 and had now progressed to where both of them were flight leads. It
was just luck of the draw that found them flying together on this particular
evening. The initial skirmishes that started the Spring offensive fooled
almost everyone and it wasn't until after dark that the gravity of the
situation became apparent to Vietnamese forces and the Americans who supported
them. It was about an hour after sunset when Gary and "Peaches" were first
scrambled off of the alert pad. As soon as they checked in with the forward
air controller (FAC) they knew that this was not going to be the usual run of
the mill air strike.
In the next half hour they yanked and banked their Dragonfly's around the
skies over the military compound just North of the town of Loc Ninh. The
compound was surrounded by North Vietnamese Army (NVA) regulars. The
artillery was deadly, landing in all parts of the compound. Hundreds of
mortar rounds made the compound a killing ground. They listened as the FAC
communicated with the ground commander. The FAC then relayed his request to
Gary and "Peaches." Both of them were flying lower and lower to ensure that
their ordinance did not fall among friendly troops. It was during one such
low pass that Gary heard the request from an American advisor to drop their
napalm on the headquarters building as the NVA were coming down the hallways.
The Vietnamese and Americans inside the headquarters were protected as best
they could be and after Gary copied the ground commanders initials he directed
"Peaches" to attack from the South and Gary would come in from the West. They
both doused their lights as they descended to attack altitude. They were
going to drop their remaining napalm and head for home for more gas, bombs and
bullets. The attack started off pretty well but as Gary pulled off target,
just prior to "Peaches" dropping his napalm, he saw 23mm cannon rounds slowly
creeping up behind his wingman's airplane. He screamed for "Peaches" to break
but it was too late. Two or three of the red glowing golf balls exploded in
"Peaches" Dragonfly. The nightmare ends in the usual fashion with Gary
watching the fiery explosion of his wingman's aircraft as it cartwheels into
the jungle..........
Gary wakes with a start. The sheet he is using is soaked. He can feel
sweat rolling down his neck and on to his shoulder. Jesus Christ, he hadn't
had that dream in a long while. He must not be getting enough pussy ?! He
laughed and got out of bed. He slowly put on his running clothes and made his
way to the front door of the house. In the front room he checked his watch
and found that it was only 0430. Maybe it would be cool at this time in the
morning ? Fat chance. His run through the neighborhood wasn't as bad as he
thought it would be but he was pissed he forgot to turn on the hot tub. He
remembered an earlier time. It was almost two years now since he been
informed that he had been passed over to Lieutenant Colonel and then started
the affair with that lieutenant's wife. Shit, it wasn't like the lieutenant
was getting the short end of the stick. He was fucking the pants off half the
airman in the squadron. His wife just believed in what's good for the goose
is good for the gander. Ok ! Maybe Gary helped that along by sympathizing.
Aw, hell ! Well, that was then.
The hot tub is still warm from the evening before and Gary gets right in.
The Western sky has just started to brighten. The Strip is still clearly
visible - bright as day. It's almost 0600. Gary pads into the house, starts
water for some green tea and jumps back into the hot tub. He preferred the
jolt that green tea gave him when compared to the mild high that coffee
provided. There was no rush getting to the base. He had just inprocessed
last week. Let's see today was Thursday. He had attended orientation
yesterday and today was the first day he had to spend in the office. This is
the first time in his career, over eighteen years, that he has not been in a
flying billet. His boss made that extremely clear yesterday when he stopped
by the Range Test Group at Nellis AFB, "Home of the Fighter Pilot." "When
you're not flying, you wear the ice cream suit or your class "A" uniform,
whichever you prefer, Major." So today he would be wearing his class "A"
uniform despite the heat, because with the class "A" uniform he can wear the
six rows of ribbons that he is entitled to wear, most of them combat ribbons,
quite a few of them earned that night over Loc Ninh, when "Peaches" bought the
farm. He'll show this asshole. He can do eighteen months, what he needs to
retire, standing on his head. After all he served in the Pacific for almost
fifteen years - a tour in Nam and then two remotes to Korea, when remotes
really were remote. He'd sandwiched three remotes between tours to the
Philippines and Japan. No round-eyed airman running around the base looking
for husbands and better yet no wives bored to tears looking for excitement,
after all they were in the Pacific. Few morals out there. Although looking
back on it, his last remote to Korea in 1982 wasn't too bad - lots of pussy.
He hardly ever saw a local girl but did spend a lot of time downtown because
that's where he lived.
He is still sitting in the hot tub when the girls walk by on their way to
the bus stop. "Good morning ladies !" He yells from the hot tub. One of the
girls yells back "Hi !" And then all he can hear is muffled conversation as
they move away from the patio and down the hill towards the bus stop. He had
never seen them and when the noise of their conversation dies down he stands
in the hot tub. He's nude. He stares down the hill and can see the little
blond gazing back at the patio. He wished she was a little closer then she
might be able to see that he was naked. He's pretty sure she's too far away.
After the bus picks them up he pads naked into the house and dresses for work.
Later that morning he meets his immediate supervisor. Major Cahill
explains to the Lieutenant Colonel that his plans are pretty firm - put in his
time to retirement and then get out. After leaving his former base in a cloud
of scandal; having been caught in the arms, or should I say, between the legs
of a lieutenant's wife. He has been moved to a nowhere job that guarantees
his continued non-promotion, but at least he'll be able to retire. He was
expecting a lecture when he arrived but not from some asshole three years his
junior but a lieutenant colonel. His mind drifts back to Wanda and their
short marriage. Wanda is the daughter of a retired Colonel. Wanda is a big
woman. Maybe big boned is a better description. Just out of college and a
war resister. Long dark hair and quite stacked. Gary is just back from
Vietnam and on his way to Korea in 1973. He spends a couple of days at Nellis
visiting friends. He meets her in the Nellis bar one Friday and they spent
the night going from casino to casino until sunrise. The next night Gary
takes her out to dinner. They write while he is in Korea and during his R&R
in Hawaii, she meets him, staying with some friends of her parents. They went
out almost every night. Gary proposed and after a whirlwind engagement they
got married when he got back to the states from Korea.
"Are you listening to a word I'm saying Major Cahill ?" Lieutenant
Colonel Jackson continued with, "I'll go over the most salient points again -
the work day starts a half hour before the first check in and ends when the
last flight leaves the range. When there is no exercise in progress it's 0730
to 1630 or 1600 if you eat at your desk." "Wildman" figured he'd eat at his
desk, once he got his shit together. Back to his desk and Wanda. He took
Wanda with him to the P.I. in 1976. He had been there a year and a half while
Wanda finished her masters. He hadn't exactly been chaste while he was in the
Philippines. In fact he had fucked just about anything that walked. Some
married, most not. Wanda, while very uninhibited in bed and not close to a
virgin on their wedding night, was somewhat shocked at the partying that would
sometimes go on. The stories got around about TDY. That's all the
Philippines was - one long TDY. New people coming and going all the time,
especially when Cope Thunder cranked up. She had only one real friend in the
P.I. and that was Beth Reader. Beth was married to a captain in the other
squadron.
Soon she was pregnant with their son, Al. Taking care of their son took
all her time and often she didn't take care of Gary's needs as she maybe
should have. Maybe Gary shouldn't have been running around like he was. It
was obvious that sex was the problem and neither of them tried to make it
work. The marriage ended when Al was about two and she moved back to the
States. He remembers the last straw. Gary, Wanda, Beth and her husband had
spent a long weekend away from the base. Just the four of them. No kids.
Beth and her husband had two girls. Beth's husband had passed out one
afternoon on the beach and Gary tried to coax the girls into going skinny
dipping with him. He was real hot for Beth and figured that with a little
ginseng he could get both of the girls to go for it and after that....well,
who knows ??
The girls both had their tops off and Gary was stripping off his trunks
when Wanda got up from the beach and ran back to their room. He couldn't take
his eyes off Beth's chest. She had a larger chest than Wanda. Big, firm
balloons of flesh, topped with real dark brown areolae about the size of
silver dollars and nipples the size of grapes. She had her thumbs in the
bottoms of her suit, about to pull them down when she looked up at Gary's
cock. He was hard as rock. His cock up against his stomach - the full nine
inches, the head like a ripe fruit, an almost purple color. She just stared
at his cock and froze. Just then her husband snored real loud and they both
covered themselves. The right time never came again for them. The
relationship between Wanda and Gary was never the same after that. In about a
month, Wanda left for the states with Al; after she caught Gary fucking the
shit out of a nineteen year old airman on their patio one night after she had
gone to bed. They are still friends. That's why he's here - Wanda and their
son live in Las Vegas - she teaches at the university. Lunch time - how time
flies when you're having fun !?
He had brought his cooler to work and was using his lunch hour to pick up
a few things at the commissary. In the Class six store he picked up some ice
and a case of beer. While he was standing in line with the ice and beer, he
thought he recognized an older man in line in front of him. It was hard to
believe. The guy had a pony tail. He couldn't believe it - the guy looked
like Willy Tamarack. And when the guy turned around he was sure - it was
Willy Tamarack. The only other guys he'd ever met in the service who surfed.
"Hey, Malibu !" Gary called.
"Yo ! Wildman." Willy returned, "What the hell are you doing here ? I
thought you were still up at Hill ?" Wildman had met Willy at that Northern
fighter base just before Willy retired and became a civilian.
"Well," Gary went on to say, "things didn't quite work out like I figured
they would. I thought you were going to move to the coast and fly for some
commuter and try to get on with the airlines."
"I tried that but like you said, things didn't work out. I'm by myself
now...." Willy went on to tell Wildman about the tragic circumstances that
took a hold of him after he left the service. The economy turned down so his
major airline job flew out the window and then the loss of his family in a
terrible auto accident.
Gary didn't bother telling Willy about his troubles up North but did
manage to ask a few discrete questions about Malibu's current life style.
Malibu was the only officer that Gary ever met who had the same attitude about
marijuana as Gary did. Gary remembered being TDY the Summer he met Malibu.
They were both out by the pool on a rare day off watching the few airwomen
they brought with them lounging around in their bathing suits. There was this
one airman that Wildman got to know quite well on another trip.....he couldn't
remember her name now - Carol something. Well that wasn't important. What
was, was the candid conversation Malibu and Wildman had about drugs in general
and especially marijuana. Wildman laughed, remembering that Malibu told Gary
to give the airmen they were watching a heads up about an upcoming drug test.
"What're you laughing at, Wildman ?" Willy asked. Gary went on to tell
him and Malibu started laughing himself, saying, "Well, look at me now - a
regular hippie with a pony tail. By the way, I've seen Carol Whitouski a
couple times in the last year. Lost a little weight and really looks great.
We went to Mexico together last Spring and had a great time just fucking
around."
It was Gary's turn to laugh now as he remembered the time he got real
close with Airman Carol Whitouski. God, did that woman have a jungle between
her legs. Gary was getting hard thinking about how horny that young airman
was. He could well imagine Willy and her literally "just fucking around."
Malibu went on talking about the time they scoped out her bush that day at the
pool. Boy, was she showing it off that afternoon. Gary couldn't hold back
and asked Willy if he remembered what they talked about by the pool. Willy
had no problem remembering and said that he got stoned every day, now that he
didn't have to worry about random drug tests. Gary didn't hesitate and asked
if Willy had some extra that he could buy. Willy burst out laughing and asked
how much. Gary said he really didn't know how much he would need. Willy took
down Gary's address and told him that he would be over tonight after work and
they could talk about it and maybe get high. Sounded good to Gary.
Gary arrived back at work about a half an hour late but luckily nobody
seemed to care, after all this was a staff job. What couldn't be done today
could surely be postponed until tomorrow. He had a hard time concentrating on
the work at hand and was soon day dreaming about fucking the neighborhood
young ladies. He wondered if he had ever fucked anyone so young ?? Then he
remembered Peggy and her daughter Jill. How long ago was that ? Let's see he
met Peggy in Korea at her husband's going away sweep. When was that ? He was
TDY in Korea. Her husband was the ops officer of a double ugly squadron at
the Kun..........
### Winter 1978 ###
This was a time in Korea when there weren't many round-eyed women around.
Occasionally you'd be able to find a round-eye up near Seoul but hardly ever
at the Kun. Gary had joined a group of pilots from one of the local squadrons
who were on their way downtown to sweep out their old members and sweep in the
new guys. They were all stuffing themselves into cabs for the ride downtown.
One of the main reasons that Gary had attached himself to this group was that
there seemed to be several round-eyes going with them. Probably USO types
from Osan or maybe even down from Seoul. He had spied this real nice looking
one. Short, dark hair with a tremendous body. Really a little thing but with
a nice rack and a great tight, prominent butt. She wasn't exactly dressed for
a sweep with a nice skirt and blouse on. Over the blouse she was wearing a
leather flight jacket. She took it off in every bar we visited and like I
said had a real prominent set of tits.
In about the forth or fifth bar the organization went to hell in a hand
basket and people got split up as the group meandered from bar to bar. Gary
had been talking with her since the last bar so he asked her if she like to
head back to the base.
Peggy looked up at Gary and said, "I think it would be pretty stupid for
the ops officer's wife to leave with a captain in the squadron ? Don't you ?"
Gary burst out laughing. A real deep, back slapping laugh. Everyone
around them looked in his direction. He bent to whisper in her ear, "I'm not
in the squadron and you're still the best looking lady here and I am an expert
on good looking women."
With that he turned and walked through the bar and out into the street.
Even if he had known, he still would have made a play for her. You never knew
out here in the Pacific. Anyway.....
About an hour later he ran into her again at another bar. Gary had joined
a group of pilots he had known for several years. She was across the bar and
Gary scanned the crowd to find her husband. Not finding him; he asked around
and found out that he'd had a little too much to drink and was being escorted
back to his hooch. Gary made straight for her and asked her to dance. The
sweep was really breaking up now. There weren't eight, maybe ten people left
from the original group. They were dancing and talking again. She gave no
indication that she was put off by his first advance. He bought her a drink
at the next bar they wandered into - a ginseng cocktail. More dancing and
drinking. She was quite drunk now and was rubbing up against Gary as they
danced. Again he asked her to come back on base with him and she laughed and
said, "Oh ! Why not !" They were in the cab and hardly on their way before
Gary was kissing her and rubbing her stomach. He had worked his hand up under
her flight jacket, had some fingers through the front of her blouse and was
rubbing skin.
Her hand dropped into his lap and instantly he started to grow. Peggy was
hotter than hell, groping his cock through his jeans. Her hand seemed to
measure him, gripping him and then releasing him to grasp another part of his
cock. He knew she had a good idea how much cock he had. She started to rub
his cock. She was a player and he was going to fuck the livin' shit out of
her when they got back to his place. He slipped his hand up the inside of her
skirt and ran it up to her box. The crotch of her panty hose was damp. He
could feel her lips, nice and plump. Her wiry pubic hair felt thick through
her hose. Almost before he knew it the cab was pulling up in front of his
place. Shit, there were about ten or fifteen of the sweepers standing around
drinking in the street. Peggy and Gary broke apart and he had a hard time
hiding the hardon in his jeans when they got out of the cab. The moment was
gone - lost forever, he figured. Peggy left after bullshitting with sweepers
and Gary spent the rest of the night trying to pump all the juice out of his
cock.
You all are probably wondering what this has to do with a teenage girl as
Peggy is well into her late thirties if not early forties..........
#### Winter 1980 ###
It's two years later and Gary is back in the states getting checked out in
the Viper. He's about half way through the course - looking forward to
getting back to the Kun. He's shopping in the commissary at Hill when he
spies a terrific tight ass wandering through the isles. He can't believe it -
Peggy ! Her hair is frosted now but still mostly dark and cut real short.
"Hey ! Wildman, what are you doing in the states ?" She asks.
Gary's getting a woody thinking about the cab ride a couple of years ago.
"Not much....." He goes on to tell her what's new at the Kun. She laughs a
lot at the stories and he jokes with her about coming back to his room. She
appears embarrassed. He laughs and they part flirting with each other.
He had heard that her husband was now a full Colonel select and just
waiting to pin on. Well, nice try. Back in his room Gary considers taking a
shower and relieving the pressure that has built up in his cock. After eating
the pressure doesn't appear too great so he sits down to study a bit before
bed. It's maybe 1930, dark out and kind of snowing. There is a knock at his
door and low and behold it's Peggy. She's got on a long skirt that buttons
down the front and that same flight jacket. She's wearing long boots and
looks great.
"Wow ! Is this a surprise." Gary exclaims. She laughs and Gary invites
her in. She counters with, "Let's go for a ride." They are off base in no
time and just cruising the streets of South Ogden. They are driving through a
residential area when Peggy slows and fishes in her purse, coming out with a
joint. Gary feints fear; that this is the illegal weed, marijuana. She
laughs and goes on to tell him that she stole it from her daughter, a high
school junior. Gary laughs, "Yea, sure, Peggy !" and lights the joint. They
are just driving aimlessly and passing the joint back and forth. She pulls
into a cul-de-sac and parks. The joint is now a small roach and Gary is
wondering if they are going to fuck in the car. Now that would be a trip.
"I can see the headlines now," Gary says, "Colonel's wife found with
Captain in car buried in a snow drift. Who knows how long they've been there,
aren't found until Spring." Peggy laughs and moves to sit on the console that
separates them. Gary leans over and kisses her. Their mouths are open,
tongues dueling. His hand reaches up under her flight jacket and takes a hold
of one of her breasts. Jesus, this little lady has a real rack on her. He
can feel her nipple harden. Her hand has dropped into his lap and is groping
for his cock. He's been semi-hard since getting in the car with her. She's
rubbing his entire length, almost stroking him. He removes his hand from her
tit and runs it up the inside of her thigh, right up into her hairy crotch.
This lady is a player. She's not wearing any underpanties and Gary wastes no
time sliding a finger into her cunt. They have stopped kissing and are just
petting each other. Her cunt is wet with a lot of meat on it, not tight but
plump.
Peggy leans forward and begins to unbuckle Gary's jeans. He pulls his
hand out from beneath her skirt and licks his fingers. "God, you've got me
hot !" She exclaims. He pulls her hand away from his crotch and tells her to
drive back to the bachelor officer quarters. "Not until I see it. I've been
imagining it for two years now." He leans back into the corner of the front
seat and starts undoing his jeans. "Drive." He commands. Peggy gets the car
started, keeping her eyes glued to his crotch. She is slowly pulling away
from the curb when he gets his jeans undone and starts to pull them down. He
pulls his shirt out of the way and his cock is visible. Long and hard. He
strokes it and she starts to pull over again. "Let's get to my room - now,
Peggy. I want to fuck you - now !" She pulls out into the street and starts
the trip back to the base. She's driving fast, much faster than on the way
out. At the first traffic light she tries to go down on him but he forces her
away.
Here comes the main gate to the base. Gary finishes fastening his jeans
as they glide through the gate. If the airman at the gate only knew. They
are out of her car and waiting by the door as Gary fishes in his pocket for
the key. She has her hands on his shoulders, rubbing herself against him. He
looks around, afraid that someone will see them. There doesn't appear to be
anyone around. The door is open, they're in the room. He pushes her against
the door as it closes and pulls her skirt up above her waist. Her hands are
at the crotch of his jeans. "Pull'em down, Peggy." His hands have found her
sopping wet pussy. She is very hairy, her slit slick with her cunt butter.
She has his pants down to mid-thigh and he is lifting her. Her arms come
around his neck and he reaches down and grasps her ass cheeks. Her legs are
around him and he is in her. Not quite all the way but far enough, then he's
fucking her. She's moaning and pushing herself back against his thrusts.
He's got his entire dick buried in her when she starts cuming. "Aaahh ! Yea,
come on, Gary. All of it. Faster, I'm cuming. Yeaaaa. Ahhhhh !"
Now that she is impaled on his cock, he turns and carries her to the bed.
He lets her slide down on the bed and in the process they separate. She is
staring at his slippery wet cock. He strokes it a couple of times just
staring at the curls between her legs, her wet cunt is open and there is a
slash of pink among the dark curls. "Get on your knees, Peggy." She smiles
impishly at him and turns over on her stomach thrusting her ass back at him.
He is out of his pants and pushing her skirt up high on her back. Her ass is
bare and what an ass it is. Two compact balloons of flesh. He peels her
cheeks apart and stares at the thick growth of dark pubic hair that is
covering her cunt lips. The forest thins out a bit around her asshole and he
bends and reams out that puckered hole. She cums again. "Aaahhh ! Oooh !
Come on, Gary, fuck me."
He stands and enters her cunt in one powerful thrust, burying his entire
length in her and starts fucking her like a mad man. He's waited two years
for this and is dying to fill her with seamen. Slap, slap, slap, slap, their
bodies ram against each other. She is fucking him as much as he is fucking
her. He finally fucks her down onto the mattress, grinding his pole in her
hole. She's cuming again, loud screams of pleasure and Gary is almost there.
He's trying to hold back but can't as spurt after spurt of hot cum floods her
vagina. She becomes gooey as her cunt can't hold all of his seed. His seamen
is matting their pubic hair. Finally they come to rest. His cock is still
buried in her pussy, slowly deflating. "Oh ! Jesus, Gary, we're making a
mess." He laughs and slowly gets to his feet. The front of his shirt is wet
with his cum and he can see that the crack of her ass is slick with their
juices. Finally they get out of their clothes and into the shower where they
start all over again. They fucked twice more and she sucked his cock until it
ached. It was well after one before she left and the next day Gary was very
thankful that he didn't have to fly.
The fucking and sucking went on for several days. Peggy always arriving
after dark and leaving in the early morning. Gary was almost looking forward
to leaving as this woman was fucking him to death but what a way to go. It
was during one such evening after they had just finished fucking and sucking
for the first time that the phone rang.
"Hello." Gary whispered in the phone as Peggy started to go down on him.
"Are you having a good time fucking my mother ?" Gary stiffened. Peggy
had his entire cock in her mouth and he was starting to get hard. The voice
went on. "You ought to tell her not to park right in front of your room.
It's rather obvious." Gary tried to get Peggy off of his cock but she was
playing games now.
He managed to squeak out, "What can I do for you this evening ?"
"Just make sure my mother isn't around on Friday night. I think we need
to talk." With that she hung up the phone.
Peggy was lost in lust by the time the phone was in the cradle and climbed
on Gary's semi-hard cock. She rode him to climax. By then Gary was also lost
in lust and rolled her over, pounding her into the mattress. He pulled out
and came all over her large tits and then sucked and licked the cum off of her
big round, dark areolae and nipples.
When Friday arrived Gary gave Peggy some lame excuse about not being able
to see her and waited in his room for the mystery caller. It had to be her
daughter. She did ask if he was having fun boffing her mother - didn't she ?
Thank God he would be leaving next week. On top of all this her husband was
due back this weekend. There was a knock at the door. Upon opening it, Gary
was greeted by a very good looking young lady.
"Hi ! I'm Jill. Peggy's daughter. You going to ask me in or are we
going to stand out here in the cold and let the whole base figure out what's
going on ?"
Gary stepped back into the room and Jill entered with him. She
immediately went over and sat in the chair by his dresser. "Well, cat got
your tongue ?"
"I'm just not used to young ladies calling me on the phone, asking if I'm
fucking their mother." Gary figured that he'd try to bluff his way out of
this small problem. After all the girl never caught them in the act.
She looked him right in the eye and said, "Well, you are, aren't you ?
For several nights now, I've seen her knock on your door and come in and on
those nights she doesn't get home until real late. Maybe she's tutoring you
in the fine art of flying the viper ? Anyway she's not out with the girls in
the squadron, which is what she's telling me."
She opened her purse and took out a joint, holding it up for him to see.
"Plus she's been rippin' me off and she usually doesn't do that unless she's
out fucking around with someone other than my father."
Gary was starting to feel uncomfortable but couldn't quite figure out what
the girl's angle was. "You want to get high ?" She asks. Gary was not at
all cool about doing it in the room but Jill insisted, saying that if they
went in the bathroom and closed the door with the fan on, nobody would be the
wiser. She had done this plenty of times with her friends and other guys.
Gary's interest is piqued. She was real good looking and was wearing tight
jeans and a leather jacket just like her mother's - and did she ever fill out
the leather jacket. She was taller than her mother but with the same dark
hair coloring, if anything her hair was darker and longer. In a few moments
they were in the bathroom. She was leaning up against the sink and Gary was
seated on the toilet. The joint passed back and forth. Gary was getting very
stoned and imagining what it would be like fucking Peggy's daughter. What
else would she be doing here ??
The joint was now a small roach and Jill tapped it out and swallowed it.
This high school girl was no novice when it came to smoking dope, that's for
sure. She was leaning back against the sink and thrusting her chest out.
Jesus, Gary thought, this cunt has bigger tits than her mother and Peggy was
at least a "C" cup. She was as stoned as Gary and started the conversation.
"Well, I figure that if you're fucking married women, you'll probably fuck
just about anything. Huh ? Am I right ? My mother's been talking to her
sister and says that you're the best lay she's ever had. How about it ? I've
always wanted to fuck one of my mother's boy friends. Hope you didn't think
you were the first. She's pretty active when my dad's out of town."
"Uhh ?" Is all Gary managed but he had already decide to make a play for
her. He stood and started to undo his jeans. "You always fuck your mother's
boy friends or just wanted to fuck one of your mother's boyfriends ?" God !
Was he stoned. She laughed. If she was shocked she didn't show it and
immediately started to take off her jacket. "We gona do it in here ?" He
asked. Her jacket was off and under it she was wearing a "T" shirt
advertising some 10K run in Ogden. She really filled out the "T" shirt and
was now working on her jeans. Gary had his jeans and tennis shoes off and was
dropping his underwear when she answered.
"God, my mother wasn't kidding when she said you were hung." Gary was
partly hard. His cock was pointing at her feet and getting firmer by the
second. His "T" shirt was off and now he was naked. She was still fiddling
with her jeans. He closed the distance between them and helped her pull her
jeans down her thighs. She was wearing a pair of white bikini panties and he
could see her thick dark bush through them. Her pubic hair was escaping from
the crotch of her panties and seeing the abundant growth made him harder. He
pulled the panties and jeans off while she worked getting the "T" shirt up
over her head.
She was wearing a white bra and boy, did she have a set of tits. Gary
lifted her up onto the sink as she unsnapped it. Her tits were large pillows
of flesh with relatively small areolae the color of coral and tiny pencil
erasure nipples. Gary got back to his knees and spread her legs. Her bush
was full and thick, covering her vagina. He began by licking up the inside of
her thighs and occasionally looked up to find her head thrown back and
breathing deeply. He quickly worked his tongue into her curls and soon had
his first taste of her. Thick meaty lips, that were wet with her passion.
She was soon making noise. A low moaning and Gary increased the tempo of his
licking and nibbling. He spread her lips and soon had her clitoris in between
his lips, nibbling on it. He had the feeling that she was trying to hold off
her orgasm so he slipped a finger into her cunt - fucking it in and out of
her. She came and couldn't hold back the scream of pleasure that racked her
body. "Oh ! Jesus, yesssss.....Lick me therrre. Aahhhh ! Oh ! Shit !
Gary got to his feet and stepped between her legs, holding his hardon in
his hand. It was as hard as steel. He loved hearing women making noise when
they had sex. It really turned him on. Her areolae were now no larger than
dimes, the nipple on each breast hard like a pebble. He rubbed the head of
his cock in her curls and then worked it into her cunt. Jill was much tighter
than her mother. He grabbed her thighs and pushed about half of his cock into
her. She was biting her lips and her eyes were wide open. He was sure that
she had never had a cock his size. Slowly he started to pump his dick in and
out of her. She was slick and warm. With each thrust, more of his cock
filled her until he was giving her his entire length. Her mammoth tits were
jiggling about on her chest as he fucked her faster and faster. As tight as
she was, Gary was pretty sure that he wouldn't last too long and since she had
already cum he didn't care. Faster and faster, he fucked her. Her ass was
sliding around on the edge of the sink, sometimes almost sliding off. He was
real close and then he came. He could feel the spurts of jizzim filling her
clenching pussy. He could feel his seamen drenching his pubic hair and hear a
gushy noise as he continued to pump her full of cum.
Gary continued to fuck her long after her cunt milked him dry. He was
still hard and finally pulled her off of the sink and they separated. His
cock was glistening with their juices and about at half mast, pointing at her
belly. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. If he had anything to
say about it, Jill was going to suck him dry, right now. He turned to find
her wiping her pubic hair with some toilet paper. "Come on, Jill, let's
shower." She looked up from what she was doing and walked toward the shower.
Her tits jiggled with every step. Her nipples, now relaxed, were larger in
diameter and no longer erect. Gary reached for her hand and she took his. He
started to kiss her for the first time. Already he could feel himself start
to harden.
He backed away from her and leaned against the shower stall. She looked
down at his cock, which was continuing to grow. When she looked up, he
smiled. "I didn't think they made them that big. " She laughed. He laughed
with her and pulled her to him. They were back kissing and Gary was rubbing
her tits. The nipples started to harden. He pinched them and then rolled
them between his fingers. He brought his hands to her shoulders and pushed
her to her knees. She was no stranger to sucking a cock and had it in her
mouth in no time. Her mouth was wet from their kissing and she soon had his
cock slippery with her saliva, having sucked all their juices off of him. He
had his hands in her hair and was beginning to pump his dick in and out of her
mouth. Then she held him still while she pumped her face against his groin.
He was fully hard now and wanted to fuck her again.
She came to her feet, sensing that she was going to get fucked again. He
turned her toward the shower door and told her to bend over. Her ass was
wider than her mother's and nowhere near as nice. He rubbed his cock up and
down the crack, pushing her cheeks together - really grinding his meat against
her. "Reach between you legs and put it in, Jill." Almost before he finished
talking she had him in her. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her, hard
and fast. This was going to last a long time. She came, screaming in the
shower stall as he pounded his cock into her cunt, his stomach slapping
against her ass. "Aaahhhhh.....I'mmm commmmingg. Oh ! Shit, agaaain." It
was several minutes later that Gary felt the first tinges of his orgasm
approaching. He pulled out and turned her around. Then pushed her back to
her knees and soon had his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth. His
fingers were tangled in her hair, which was now sopping wet and here it came -
a couple of powerful spurts of jizzim flooded her mouth. Her mouth came off
of his cock and he could see his seamen dripping off of her lips and chin and
on to the tops of her breasts. He lifted her to her feet and kissed her,
tasting his seed on her lips and tongue..........
His daydream was interrupted by the phone. It was Wanda, his ex. She
wanted to know if he could make Al's freshman football game tomorrow
afternoon. Al would be real stoked if he could make it. Maybe they all could
get together after the game and go to dinner ? Gary was still in the haze of
his daydream, thinking about Peggy and her daughter as Wanda went on about how
excited Al was to get to see his dad more often. Al was....what ? Thirteen ?
Fourteen ? Jesus, how bad was it if you didn't even know how old your son
was ?! He told Wanda he was pretty sure he could be there Friday afternoon.
After he got off the phone he cleaned up his paper work and headed home.
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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