The 400 Year WarChapter 8 The French and Indian Wars
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My wife Maria and I had taken to reading Dad and mom’s love letters in the bedroom. They had become so deliciously naughty that, after a while we just had to give in to our own carnal desires, more often than not, mimicking what we had just read. It seemed as if all we did was eat, sleep, read….and fuck!
We had read through the rest of 1943, amazed that my father, Mr. conservative, had virtually fucked his way across England, and after the invasion of June 6, 1944, had continued to follow his cock across the French countryside, liberating countless girls from the heavy foot of their German occupiers and introducing them to ‘le Coq Americain‘. After a particularly hot session where she put on a peasant blouse and I donned my old army uniform, Maria and I settled down again to reading more letters. This one dated October 10 th , 1944.
Dear Jack,
You are such a naughty, naughty boy! Taking advantage of those young , innocent French girls. Especially the ones that like you to fuck them in the ass! When you get home, you simply must show me how its done! I can’t wait to feel you pump that warm cum deep inside mine. Jane wants to know if she can watch! (She’s almost as wicked as you are!)
Just the other day, she came home with a new toy. She called it a strap on! It looked so deliciously dirty! It’s made of leather, kind of like underwear, in that it fits over her hips and around the cheeks of her ass. The best part is in the front, though! Instead of a panel covering her pussy, there’s this big, black, rubber dildo, sticking out, just like a huge cock. I got wet just looking at it! She told me to be patient! Then she kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth, running it across my teeth before I sucked it in. Her hands were all over me, making my nipples hard and needy. I led to the bedroom, where I did a little striptease. Sitting on the bed, I could see the lust in her eyes as I slowly revealed my breasts, and then my pussy. Jane excused herself and headed for the bathroom. After only a couple of minutes, she emerged wearing her toy. She looked so sexy, her hips swaying, breasts bouncing, and her rubber cock pointing at me.
We embraced again, her lips to mine, her nipples and mine rubbing gently together, and her cock nestled against my pussy. Jack, I was sooo hot! I wanted to feel it deep in my cunt, Jane and I, arms entwined kissing deeply as she fucked me senseless! I fell back on the bed, spreading my legs, pussy glistening with anticipation. Jane crawled up my bed, dildo aimed right at my cunt, kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples, making me wetter still. My pussy throbbing in anticipation! God! I wanted that cock lodged deep inside me! I know it’s not yours, but until you come home and lay claim to my cunt with your cock, it will have to do. I begged her to fuck me with it! Teasing me unmercifully, she finally shoved it in me. Oh fuck, Jack! It felt so good as she lay on top of me, thrusting her hips, filling me with that hard thing. I thought I might pass out! She was sucking on my lip, her nipples and mine rubbing together, moaning into each others mouths, the dildo sliding so deep that it bumped my cervix. The pleasure-pain was unbelievable! I came so hard! The bed was too wet to sleep in!
When I asked Jane if I could use it on her, she just smiled and said, :“I thought you’d never ask!” She led me to the couch, took it off, and asked me to fuck her “like a bitch in heat!”
“How?” I asked. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
She helped me put it on and bent over the couch, spreading her ass cheeks. Reaching underneath, she opened up her pussy and said, “Push it in here, just like dog would do!”
Aiming the hard rubber dildo at her swollen, wet cunt lips. Moving my hips forward, I was surprised at how easily it slid inside her. Arching her back, she moaned as I filled her with it. Slick with her juices, it pulled out as easily as it went in. I thrust again….and again. She reached back, grabbing my hands, pulling them to her pendulous breasts. “Fuck me, Dot! Make me cum!” she groaned as we established a delicious rhythm.
The feel of her stiff nipples against my fingers and palms, the pressure against my clit with each deep penetration, the music of our bodies slapping together, brought us both quickly to the brink. Pulling my left hand from her breast she guided it to her clit. I strummed it lightly as she babbled on about how good it felt. “Ohhh! Yes Dot! Don’t stop! Oh yesss! Oh God yes!” Burying her face in the pillow to muffle her cries, she orgasmed. Her juices ran down her legs onto the couch cushions.
I hadn’t cum yet, so she rolled onto her back and invited me to sit on her face. With her tongue deep in my crease, and her nose buried in my muff, I came in no time, drenching her with my essence.
I can’t wait until you get home Jack! I want to taste you, feel you inside me!
Love,
Dot
Dad’s next letter didn’t arrive until well after the new year. It was dated February 3 rd , 1945.
Dearest Dot,
It’s been quite an adventure over the Christmas holiday. I can’t tell you exactly where I was (the censors would take it out), but, I’m sure you’ve read all about it in the papers. My unit got overrun, and I was separated from it. I was able to find shelter in a farmhouse nearby. The farmer, his wife, and their daughter, welcomed me like I was some sort of hero. The German‘s were everywhere! I couldn‘t get back to our lines, even if I knew where they were. Rolf and Elfie hid me in the attic with their daughter, Annike whenever the German‘s showed up. We were up their for most of one day, while a German patrol looted the kitchen. Annike was just 16. Pretty, blonde, small breasted, but very curious. At one point a German soldier looked into the attic. We hid, huddled together under a blanket, until he left, satisfied that there was nothing there worth taking. In broken English, Annike asked me to kiss her. Since the war started there were no boys around and she wanted to know what it felt like. I put my hand under her chin and pressed my lips to hers. Holding her there, I opened my mouth, letting my tongue swipe over her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and letting my tongue in, swirling around her teeth and then our tongues met. It felt so good! She moaned into my mouth. When I finally broke the kiss, she smiled and said, “More!” and kissed me again, this time her tongue was deep in my mouth.
Rolling over onto my back, I pulled her down on top of me, my hands dropping to her breasts. Since she wore only a thin blouse and no bra, I could feel her pointed nipples against my palms. I could also feel my stiffening cock as it pressed against her belly. She unbuttoned her blouse, letting my hands feel the warmth of her bare flesh. She was so pretty in a young, innocent way! I felt a little awkward, taking advantage of such a young, innocent girl, but it felt so good, that I didn’t stop. Pushing her up to a sitting position, I gazed at her breasts, and smiled.
“Small.” she said holding my hands against them.
“Yes, but pretty!” I replied as I leaned up and kissed one, letting my lips surround her areola and my tongue swirl around her nipple. She moaned again, holding my head to her chest. I gently suckled for a minute or so before kissing my way to the other. She rocked gently, like a mother does a feeding baby. The taste of her nipples was making me hard.
“You will fuck me. Yes?” she said, rather matter-of-factly.
“But what about your parents?”
“They would rather, I have American baby. Not German.” she answered.
“You’re awfully young. Have you ever….”
Smiling, she said, “Fucked? No!” and putting her hand over her panty clad pussy, added, “Virgin!” Before I could protest, she leaned over and kissed me hungrily, grinding her crotch against mine. It was very difficult to think rationally, and in no time my brainless cock had convinced me to keep having fun. She obviously wanted it, so, what the hell, why not!
Still suckling on her ripe, young breasts, Annike sitting in my lap, my hand drifted up under her skirt. She started babbling in Flemish as my fingers caressed the warm, damp cotton covering her virgin pussy. Her legs opened up, giving me better access. My fingers slid under her panties, combing through her bush.
Pulling me from her nipple, she kissed me passionately as my fingers slipped just inside her. Her musky scent filled the small attic space, making my cock twitch in anticipation. “You want me, no?” she whispered between kisses.
“God, yes!” I answered back, pushing my finger deeper inside her, making her moan more. Pulling my ginger out, I smeared her juices around her clit, before bringing the slickened digit up to her lips. Opening her mouth, she sucked the finger clean .
“More!” she said, guiding my finger back to her cunt, urging me to continue. Rolling off me, she lay back on the blanket, legs splayed, lips open and glistening. “Fuck me, now, Jack! I want your baby!”
Pulling my pants and boxers down to my knees, I crawled on top of her, the head of my cock nestled in the thicket surrounding her slit. She moved her hips upward and I slipped inside. She was so tight, I didn’t think I would fit! She sucked my tongue into her mouth, moaning as she lay there, my cock partially inside her, my helmet up against her maidenhead. I thrust my hips, breaking through and sinking in up to my balls. Her cry of pain was muffled by my tongue. We lay there, still for a minute, getting used to my cock filling her up, stretching her out. I kissed away the tears of pain, telling her how fantastic it felt being inside her, of being her very first.
Slowly, she began to move underneath me, my hardness slipping out until only the head was lodged inside her. I pushed gently forward, filling her up again, feeling the velvet softness of her cunt as it caressed my cock. “So big! So good!” she moaned as she kissed my neck. “Fuck me Jack!”
My strokes became longer, deeper, faster. Her hips moved to meet my thrusts. She urged me to cum deep inside her, fill her, breed her. I could feel the end coming and I told her so. Her answer was to pull my head to her breast, my lips surrounding her turgid nipple as I grunted, spewing ropes of cum deep in her cloying cunt..
Out of breath, I collapsed on top of her, my cock firmly lodged in her ripe young cunt. Her hands caressing my head. We lay there until my cock shrank and popped out, still leaking my seed. I rolled off and looked down at her ravaged pussy. It was leaking a frothy pink mixture of her honey, a little blood and my cum. She picked up a rag, and wiped us both clean before we got up to return from the attic, the Germans now gone. She leaned up to kiss me and told me “I will call him Jack!”
“And if it’s a girl?” I asked.
“Jacqueline!” she answered smiling.
I was there for about two weeks until American troops drove through, and I had to leave. We must have fucked every day, sometimes twice. She was bound and determined to have my baby.
Forgive me?
Love,
Jack.
Moms last letter was dated May 5 th . She wrote,
Dearest Jack,
Of course I forgive you! I want you home, safe, in my arms as soon as possible! But, just so you know, I had a little tryst of my own. After all it’s only fair since you have sown your oats, that I should do the same, no?
Jane and I went to a bar Christmas Eve, intent on celebrating. There was a young man there who sat next to us at the bar. It seemed that he had no one to go home to that night. Jane suggested he come to my place, winking at me as she issued the invite for me. His name was Roger and you should have seen the look on his face when Jane mentioned that I didn’t have anyone to spend the night with. She told me to have fun, and left.
Roger and I had a couple of more drinks and walked to my flat. Once inside the door, I don’t know what came over me, but I backed him against the wall, pressing my breasts against him, and feeling his growing hardness as my hips rubbed as well. We kissed deeply, his hands cupping my ass. “Roger. You want a drink?” I asked between wet sloppy kisses.
“I only want to drink you!” he said, as his hands went up under my skirt. Pulling my panties down , his fingers grasped my ass cheeks again as we slowly danced our way to the bedroom. Letting go of my ass, his hands were up under my blouse, feeling my breasts through my bra. Then he pushed me down on the bed. My skirt flipped up, exposing my glistening pussy. I could tell by the look on his face that all he wanted to do was press his tongue into my cunt!
Practically ripping my panties off, he spread my legs and knelt down, kissing my thighs, closer with each touch of his lips. “You smell so fucking sexy!” he said as he got closer and closer. With my thighs draped over his shoulders, he pushed his face into my pussy, his nose tickling my clit as he moaned into me. Jack, it had been so long since I’d felt a man, I just couldn’t stop! I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into the soft, wetness of my cunt. I could feel his hot breath on me, his tongue diving in and out, his moans as he licked the honey from inside me. I came almost immediately! I was so ready to fuck him, Jack! I needed his cock buried inside me! I begged him to fuck me! He said, “No!”
“What do you mean, No!” a asked.
Looking up from between my legs, my juices smeared all over his smiling face. “Not no.” he replied. “Just, not yet!” And he returned to sucking on my clit. I squirmed, wanting him to shove his cock in me, but he just kept on eating my pussy. I felt his fingers slide inside me, as he continued to tease my clit with his tongue. I came again! Still he wouldn’t stop! His two fingers were flexing inside me, scratching at the walls of my cunt, making me buck as he continued to nip and nibble at my clit. “Please, Roger! Fuck me! Fuck me, Please?” I pleaded with him, trying to pry his face from my pussy.
“If you insist!” he said, as he stood up, shucking off his shoes, pants, and underwear.
There he stood, with a monstrous cock pointed at my cunt. It was huge, Jack! I’ve never seen one that big before! Grabbing it, he aimed it at my aching pussy, smearing my juices on the head before pressing it forward. It was so big Jack, but it felt so good as he slowly sunk it deep into my needy cunt. His hands were all over my tits, kneading, pulling, twisting my nipples. His cock filling me, stretching me, such exquisite pleasure pain! I came again, my cunt milking that gorgeous cock. Finally, he came too, filling me to overfull with his warm cum.
My thighs were drenched, my cunt drooling as he pulled out, his member shining in the candlelight as he fed it to me, painting my lips with our combined fuck juices. I opened my mouth wide, to accommodate his head. We tasted so good! I’d forgotten just how much I loved the taste of cum! And mixed with my own flavor just made me hungry for more. So I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could while stroking that magnificent member. He grabbed my head, feeding me his meat, until, with a grunt, he filled my mouth with a flood of his warm sperm. I smiled at him, letting his juices drip from the corners of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts.
“I need more!” he growled, pushing me back onto the bed. Ignoring my protests, he entered me again, fucking me roughly, stretching my cunt as he rammed into me. It hurt, but felt amazing at the same time. One hand mauling my breast, the other rubbing my clit. My cunt freshened, coating his invading cock with my musk, making crude noises with each stroke. I came once again followed by him, my body sheened with sweat and sperm. Never before have I been so thoroughly fucked! My cunt was sore for days. Jane wasn’t happy!
I so look forward to your first day back from the war! We are going to fuck each other silly!
Love,
Dot.
I looked into the box for anything else. There was a book, and a brown cardboard box. I grabbed the book, Maria grabbed the box. The book was a diary, written in Aunt Jane’s hand. It was dated August 1, 1945.
Jack arrived home today. Dot and I met him at the pier. They kissed for what seemed forever, Jack’s hands all over Dot’s ass. “Come on, you two! I think you need some privacy!“ I joked as I ushered them to the old DeSoto, and drove them home, the two of them making out in the back seat like a couple of horny teenagers. As we got to the door of the apartment, Dot finally introduced us.
“Jack, this is Jane! Jane! Jack!” she said.” I really don’t know if I could have gotten through all this without her.”
He went to shake my hand, but instead of grasping mine, I threw both arms around his neck, said, “Welcome home Jack!”, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He was shocked! But he did respond! His tongue fenced with mine for a minute before we broke hold. Then I told him “I know you asked Dot more than once if I was a lesbian. I’m going to answer that question for you now,”
I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt and exposed his cock, which was already semi-hard. Popping the head in my mouth and his nuts in my hand, I proceeded to give him a blow job that I know he will never forget. Bobbing up and down on that delicious cock, stripping my blouse off, drooling on my tits, and moaning, it took very little time for him to blow his load in my mouth, coating my tongue and filling my cheeks with all that warm cum.
I stood up and grabbed Dot’s face in my hands, kissing Dot on the lips. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I shared my treasure with her, trading Jack’s sperm back and forth until it was gone.
I turned to Jack and said, “You two need to go fuck like rabbits! I’m going to head home.”
To which Dot said, “You are home! And all three of us need to fuck like rabbits!” She grabbed Jack’s and my hand and lead us to the bedroom, where we stripped and Dot told Jack to lie down. “You need to get to know Jane’s cunt just like I do, while I get reacquainted with this well traveled cock.”
She invited me to sit on Jack’s face while she impaled herself on his cock. His tongue felt so good as it drilled into my cunt and teased my clit. I came on his face. Dot was moaning as she rode his cock until he came in her cunt. We traded places and did it all over again. We were up half the night, wallowing in each others cum. Dot’s right! I think I am home!
I turned to Maria and said, “There’s more good reading here, babe!”
“That’s not all!” she answered, showing me moms carved ivory toy, which she licked as she gave me a smoldering look.
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Four years had passed since St. Albans, and the small battle there between the House of York and House Lancaster on 22nd May 1455, where the Yorkists triumphed over the Lancaster army based there and captured King Henry VI in the battle. Bartand and Lady Lott "Pixie" had evaded Yorkist forces and safely made it back to Lancaster controlled lands.There they made their goodbyes, hoping and intending to meet once more when Mason thought it the time to partner them both together for an...
Love StoriesUther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
A country can win every battle, but lose the war. One would think that when that happens, there is also a country that has lost every battle while still winning the war, but that isn’t actually the case. When a losing army pulls out, the victors may celebrate the moment, but the real work has only begun. One has to rebuild what had been destroyed, and there is always destruction. In the modern context of war, winning and losing is a rather uncertain concept. Has the mission been...
"Looking at the moon?" Tom Soames did his best to ignore Michel, his pick-up for that night, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed. The small room was stuffy after their earlier heated encounter, and he stayed in the chair near his workbench, fiddling with electrical components and contentedly gazing out of the window. "No, the moon isn't up yet, its still daylight outside," he replied, "I'm just thinking. I have things to do. Plans to make." "Are you thinking of that girl you...
During a rather dull cocktail party in Inra, Ambassador Julliard took a sip of his tonic water while listening to Ambassador Lorenz, the representative from Espa, vent concerning the demands the Jade Empire was making upon it. Espa, like his country of Franka, was not going to surrender to the Jade Empire. Ambassador Lorenz said, “That whole affair in Engle is a disgrace. King Leopold shouldn’t have surrendered. Engle has lost all credibility as a world power.” “Let’s not be too hasty in...
The former Miss World, Aishwarya Rai acted both in Hindi and Tamil films and soon became a famous actress in Tamil movies. Her captivating eyes and her smile earned her millions of fans all over India. Her looks are devastating and she has a very hot body to trot. She is a bisexual woman like most of the Indian actresses and loved woman with big butts. A grand music ceremony called the Star Night was organized in Singapore and Aishwarya Rai along with many other Tamil movie personals took...
July 21, 1994 Colonel Naff stood atop a building watching the action below. The first battalion had just jumped into a fake urban area used in making a television show. The set was complete with buildings, although they were just shells. They were now in the process of taking control of the area. One of the problems facing paratroopers is that when they jump into a war zone they are doing so with limited supplies. There isn’t a convoy of supply trucks lumbering along behind them with heavy...
The estate was an impressive, imposing, and surprisingly large underground complex that filled a huge cavern, with a dim looking pseudo-sun in the centre. The cavern was so large Jason was sure the whole of Manhattan Island could fit in it with ease. They walked along the stone path that was lined with grey/brown foliage none of which Jason could recognize. The plants looked like a cactus with thick oddly shaped leaves and a conical stem that was about two feet tall. There were trees that...
Aella held the bow and arrow in her hand steadily. She knew these forests better than anyone else because of her time fighting the Macedonians, and now she lay in wait in the thick underbrush as the night hid her slim figure in its darkness. “General Aella,” Stavros, her advisor, had said to her earlier in the day. “Everything is ready now. The men have been briefed, and your spies have returned confirming the news you had received last week. There will be an attack tonight, and we will be...
The previous installments of this story line are republished under the heading "Witch Chronicles". WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1 WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2 WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3 WITCH CHRONICLES 007 - Dark Beginnings WITCH CHRONICLES 008 - Prelude to War Now,...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
Dear Caroline, We miss you here a lot. It'll be funny going back to school without you. I mean, you were still here a year ago and then you were gone. Thank you for your letter. I'm glad you like where you're living. Okay, now I have to tell you something incredible, but you have to promise to believe me. It's all true, okay? Then when you're done you'd better throw this letter away. Tear it up first though. Here goes. Well, you know how boring things get by the end of the summer and...
The alleged accident that killed General Patton at the end of World War Two was a terrible awakening to the American people that suddenly they had lost the most outspoken critic of the Soviet Union and the dictator Joseph Stalin taking the place of Hitler and his Nazi goons as the primary threat to continuing peace in Europe. He had plenty of critics for his outstanding views on politics and the world around us but he was one hell of a combat commander and inspired deep loyalty in his...
May 27, 1993 Dr. Wilfred Tanguma did not look like a professor of history bundled up in heavy winter clothes. He was sitting on a folding chair that was half buried in the snow facing a half barrel in which a small fire burned. He was leaning forward with his hands over the flame trying to keep warm. It was bitterly cold. His childhood friend, Bertulfo ‘Bert’ Venzor, was seated next to him in much the same position. He had just delivered some very bad news. Bert said, “I don’t like it....
The next two months, until the War of the Worlds, passed rather quickly for James. He spent most of his time training his combat and practising forging and alchemy. The incident with the mercenary army spread far and wide, and the tickets that had been bought up for the war of the world started to find their way onto the black market or disappeared from the hands of the smaller factions that had managed to nab one at auction. The two nations of Soel and Hastoel were starting to flare up even...
The dark shape that filled the far end of the only complete conference room on the pirate skyship oozed dread. Malevolence seemed to seep from every single pore of the shadowy form, and the darkness that filled the conference room, cast by harsh electric lights that were hung from the ceiling and walls by copper wires and cheap adhesive tape, was filled with evil. The man seated across from the dark shape seemed to be utterly unimpressed – an impressive feat for someone who appeared to be...
The American Indian Tribes in the American Revolution 1777 THE BATTLE OF SARATOGA (The Turning Point) In almost every conflict there comes a certain battle or a military move that than be described as "The Turning Point of the War". Of course this is often decided upon by the victors and not the losing side. It could be said that "Gettysburg" was the "turning point" of the American Civil War or that "Stalingrad" was the "turning point of eventual Nazi defeat. In the American...
GUSTAV jumped to hyperspace, leaving the Death Star, Tarkin, Vader, and J'Una behind. We had embarked Admiral Haarkov and several members of his staff and were enroute to the Sepan system. The most difficult, and potentially frustrating, mission that any military organization can be assigned is one whose objective is not clear. The real purpose of any military, when you think about it, is twofold: 1)to kill people and break things when so directed, and 2)use the threat of force to keep...
1783 – 1812 THE PERIOD POST AMERICAN REVOLUTION TO WAR OF 1812 It is entirely understandable that the beginning period of the new American Nation was filled with a sense of tentativeness as the governing authorities laid the framework of governance that would sustain the new Country for centuries to come. In the order of prioritization, the continuing conflict between the Native American Indian Tribes and the American Settlers was most likely far down on the list of "hot topics" to...
(This story is both a companion piece and a sequel to ‘My War’ by LeapYearGuy and is written with his permission. My thanks to him for very graciously allowing me to use his characters from his moving and poignant story. Although the original story is somewhat covered by PFC Kent, the original should definitely be read to get an understanding of the characters and how they ended up where they are. By the way, ‘REMF’ is a Vietnam era term used to refer to a ‘Rear Echelon Mother Fucker’, someone...
‘I hate this place.’ ‘I hate that you’re such a brat,’ Danielle said to her little brother. ‘Why do we have to go? Ma-mère doesn’t even speak English,’ he whined some more. ‘She does, too.’ She reached over and smacked him just because she could. ‘You’re just too stupid to understand her.’ ‘Dani, don’t antagonise your brother,’ her mom scolded from the front seat of the mini-van. ‘They don’t even have a Playstation!’ Good God, just shut up! Danielle thought to herself. Before she said...
"I hate this place." "I hate that you're such a brat," Danielle said to her little brother. "Why do we have to go? Ma-mère doesn't even speak English," he whined some more. "She does, too." She reached over and smacked him just because she could. "You're just too stupid to understand her." "Dani, don't antagonise your brother," her mom scolded from the front seat of the mini-van. "They don't even have a Playstation!" Good God, just shut up! Danielle thought to herself....
“I am excited to be back here again. But I also did enjoy the weekend very much Jason. It was very relaxing on the estate and I was surprised how pleasant the Destroyer women are. They are much older than I expected and very experienced. “I don’t know how you managed to persuade Pleb to locate herself on Mars and manage her growing war academies colleges and universities from here,” said Ooryphyon. “Many from the Collective are very bored and I don’t think it was difficult to persuade her...
Tales From the Gender Civil WarCaptured CIA AgentThe CIA Agent had become separated from her squad during the raid on the Columbia drug compound. The goons had grabbed her and dragged her deep into the jungle. Now she lived in the confines of the compound of the notoriously brutal Drug Lord Sancho Martinez . Sancho could not believe his luck, that he now possessed a beautiful, educated, blonde, American CIA agent as his personal sex slave. The woman who had lead the fighting to destroy him and...
‘Hey Sarge, man, I gotta go,’ the sweet young PFC said with some urgency. Looking over at her from my station in the passenger seat of the deuce and a half, I asked politely as not to break any regulations, ‘Well sweet cheeks, do you need me to hold your hand? If you gotta go then I’d advise you stop the truck and go,’ ‘But… but there isn’t any privacy, where am I supposed to go?’ she asked holding her crotch. She couldn’t be fucking serious could she? ‘Look baby cakes, we’re in a combat...
It is very tempting to bury yourself in a single cause once you are in the White House. The stuff that lands on your desk is important, life and death matters in many cases, and you can spend every waking hour micromanaging pieces of the job. Obviously, war is the most important thing, and it is very tempting to put all your time in on this. Not all Presidents can keep from doing this. Roosevelt lined one of the downstairs rooms with maps, giving it the still current name of the Map Room,...
July 31, 1994 Happy to be back in Misera, Colonel Naff paused to look around the tarmac. He was the last of the Misera soldier to step off of the plane. He was pleased to see his wife and kids waiting for him. There were a few little items to take care of before he could go over to see them. This had been the first combat deployment of the Misera Army to a location on another continent. The political types had wanted to make a big deal of it so there was a welcoming home ceremony. Both...
Jason and Philippa returned early the next morning to have breakfast with Ouma Chatzke. “Jason I do agree with your hypothesis. I suspect yesterday went some way towards its validation. I would not bother researching it while you are at University, the validation will occur nevertheless,” Ouma Chatzke said. “You know mother, sometimes you are really obscure, and I don’t understand what you are talking about!” Philippa said. “Jason, I assume you do understand me?” Ouma Chatzke asked...