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While they listened to the story Mike was telling them, Cathy and Sharon went into the kitchen, cut the cornbread, and set the table for dinner. Sharon was worried, but hoping, that her cornbread would be as good as what Carol made. She seemed to have a special touch to making it. It was always so flaky and tasted delicious. They didn't have any worry about missing a single word. Mikes voice carried so well it was like they were right beside him.
Cathy went back to the door to the living room, and held up a finger to get Mike's attention. That she was still completely naked didn't hurt, either. Mike looked up at her, pausing, and she announced that the food was ready. All of them got up and came to the table. Steam was rising from the platter of cornbread, and from the large pot of stew. Cathy had made it the way HER Mother had taught her. The slow cooker held 6 quarts, and it was brimming full. Each place had a bowl, spoon, napkins, and a small plate for their cornbread. Each had a glass filled with ice, and there were two pitchers. One full of cold tea, the other filled with g**** Kool-Aid. This is what Billy and Mike both preferred. Cathy, Sharon, Misti, and William always drank ice tea.
Each filled his or her own bowl with the ladle, and got a piece if cornbread. There were honey and butter for the cornbread if it was wanted. They dug in. Misti looked up at Cathy. "What's in it?" she asked. "It's delicious!" Cathy related what the ingredients were, down to the seasonings she had used. Sharon and Misti vowed to write them down for future reference. This was a more than worthy addition to their recipes. Sharon was looking around, trying to judge by the looks on their faces, what they thought of her attempt at cornbread. Mike was the first to comment. "This is some of the best cornbread I've ever tasted. What did you do to it?" Sharon let out the breath she was holding in a sigh of relief. "I just made Carol's from memory. Is it really good? Do you really like it?" She had been so worried that it wouldn't taste good, and now was VERY relieved. All the others were nodding their heads. It wasn't polite, they had been taught, to talk with food in their mouths.
They ate a large portion of the stew, and most of the cornbread. Cathy brought out another stack of bowls that were wide and shallow. Sharon went in and brought out a HUGE cherry cobbler, and Cathy got a spoon and a bucket of ice cream for their dessert. William looked sad-eyed at Sharon. "You cheated, Honey. I wouldn't have taken that third bowl of stew if I had known you had this." Sharon looked at him with mock-pity on her face. She went around to stand behind him, leaning over until her breasts were rubbing the side of his face. "That's what you get for being a glutton, My Love. You know what a glutton is, don't you? It's somebody that takes a breast in each hand, and STILL wants ANOTHER piece." They all roared with laughter.
They finished eating, and the guys offered to clean the dishes, and the kitchen, for them. The ladies declined the offer with a comment from Sharon. "I don't want to replace the broken dishes, so we'll take care of it. That's why I have been buying all those paper plates. In case the other ladies in the family are busy when the baby is born." William and Billy both stuck out their tongues at her, and blew raspberries. William retorted, " Be that way, then! See if I dance at YOUR wedding." Cathy looked over her shoulder at him. "You'll dance, or you won't get any pussy for a month, Big BRO!" She laid her finger above her upper lip to simulate a mustache. "And that's the way it is!" she stated in a mocking Walter Cronkite voice. Mike, taking in the whole scenario, was busy trying NOT to fall down, he was laughing so hard. He HAD sunk to his knees
In spite of their playful exchange, everything was cleaned up and put away in a matter of minutes. Mike had quieted down enough to speak, and, with a slight pause, resumed his story.
"Al wasn't able to stand by himself after his session with Misti. Ellen simply went to the people across the stairwell, still naked, and asked if the guy there would help her get him home. He said he would. He and his wife were naked when they answered the door, too. He came over, and he and I each got an arm and got him home. He, his name was Joe. His wife was Harriet. We went around calling her "Harry." She NEVER wore panties, and when we called her that, she would drop her pants, or lift her dress, and, no matter where we were, would flash her pussy, and ask, "WHERE?" ANYWAY, we got him into his own bed, and Joe and I rolled him around so Ellen could give him a sponge bath. She had carried her clothes down from our place. The lights were on in the stairwell, so anybody looking would have seen all of us stripped naked as jaybirds. When we finished, Ellen leaned over their easy chair, their curtains were open and the lights were on, and Joe fucked her right there. Anybody around could have watched them go at it. She offered me sloppy seconds, but I had to turn her down. I had already fucked her five times that day, plus fucking Misti. I was worn out. We slept on the plane a little bit, but that was all."
"I managed to get back up the stairs, take a shower, and get into bed. I was lucky. I had the next day off to get moved in and settled. After we bathed her, Misti was out like a light. We didn't wake up until nearly 8 the next morning. Ellen woke us up ringing the doorbell. Al had got up at 5, like he always did, and went to work. She slept till 7. While we were getting ready, she made the coffee, and some toast. We ate a bite, got in her square back, and drove to Weisbaden. There were some apartments on one side of the highway that each of them was painted a different pastel color. You wouldn't have thought they would be, but they were very pretty. She showed us the German version of Sears. They call it "Toom-Mart."
The BX there was nice, but I still thought the one in Frankfurt was better. The commissary was REALLY nice, though. They had a lot of things the other two didn't. Especially fresh veggies. They all got their meat from Yugoslavia. It was okay, but, nothing to write home about. You could usually get better, especially pork, if you went to a German "metzgarai." That was their word for a butcher shop. There was a little town by the name of Bad Vilbel, just outside of Frankfurt, that sold the best pork ribs you could imagine. And they weren't that high. 20 DM a kilogram. That was about $5.00 for a little over 4 pounds. Misti and I had another friend that had brought a freezer with them. Electonics all had to be run through a transformer, unless it was made for German electric. Their's is 220 volt, 50 cycle. Ours is 120 volt, 60 cycle. He told us to buy all we wanted, and he would keep it for us. We just went over there and got what we wanted, when we needed it. His wife was from Vietnam. They were two more of the "fun people." They were Bill and Sau. She said her name like the female pig. She said it meant she was the sixth c***d in the family. He was an E-7 Air Policeman. He was retiring with 27 years in the Air Force when he rotated back. He had been in on the tail end of the Korean War, and did 5 tours in Vietnam. He met Sau in the second tour, courted her off and on during the next tour, and stayed through two tours getting their paperwork to get married to bring her back to the States with him. She worked in a Mess Hall, and had to let the guys fuck her to get and keep her job. She said that some days she came in at 4 in the morning, and stayed until 6 in the evening, and never had her clothes on the whole time. There were 8 cooks, and 10 KPs on two shifts, and they would all take turns fucking her, sometimes as many as 4 times each. They would let her up long enough to go to the bathroom, and wash herself, but the rest of her time was with somebody screwing her. She said it was the same way for ALL the female workers. They almost always hired the youngest and prettiest girls, so they could get into her pussy. She also said there was one girl there that was only 13. She got fucked more than any of the others."
Sharon was astounded that women could be treated so badly, but, it was a wonder that nobody got sick, or hurt. Mike said, "She enjoyed it most of the time. The days where it was a non-stop gang-bang, or when she was having her period, she didn't like it, but, for the most part, she looked forward to what she called, "Her turn in the barrel." She said most of the men tried to make her enjoy it, and were gentle with her."
"She said that that was how she met Bill. He was on the gate. The people had to be strip searched, and with a full body cavity exam. That meant the Matron on the gate had to feel inside her ass hole, and stick her finger in to feel inside the women's pussies. One day the Matron left early, and Bill had to do the BCS. He was so gentle, in spite of having big fingers, that she invited him to her house to give HIM some pussy. He nailed her twice, and, in her words, made her "feel fucking good." She asked him to come back for more, and they fell in love with her, and she with him. He moved in with her, and tried to make her quit her job, but she told him she liked getting fucked so much. He went aheaqd and started the paperwork, it went through, and they got married. They have three k**s, and she still says putting them inside is the most fun, but when they come out is much better."
'We had about 8 to 14 couples in our "gang." Four couples in the same stairwell as Misti and I, and three more in the stairwell directly across in the next building. Ellen pointed out the second day that that was why there was a cover over the sides of all the balconies. So we could lay out there, or get laid out there without becoming a public show. Many of the women went out there naked to sunbathe. There weren't any k**s in our two stairwells, but the others had them. Ellen, remember she was on the first floor, said she was laying out in the sun one day. A k**, probably 10 or 12, was standing out on his third floor balcony, looking her over. He stood there for about 15 minutes. She asked if he was having fun. He told her, "I guess so. My Moms got more hair on her pussy than you do. And her tits are smaller. Do you shave your pussy?" She said she couldn't quit laughing. He listened to her, and told her, "My Mom said when I grow hair on my dick, she's gonna teach me how to fuck her." She asked him if he had any, yet. He told her, "If I had any, I would be inside fucking her. Right now she's teaching me to eat pussy." Ellen said that she never asked any more questions. She said he cane out and watched her sunbathe 2 or 3 times a week. She got used to it, and he never did anything but look at her."
"Did you ever see the Sand Pits." Cathy asked. "Sure. That first Saturday, Misti, Ellen, Harry, Joe, Al, and I went together. We fixed a picnic lunch. Saw more pussy and pecker in one day than I ever saw before. We took a couple of light-weight tarps and tent-pole sections with us to make a shade, and made a day of it. There must have been 20 guys came over and asked if the women would give them some pussy. Harry took on a couple, Ellen took on 5, and they talked Misti into letting four of them nail her. They all enjoyed themselves until one of them tried to pull out of Harry without coming. He got sore because she held him until he came inside her pussy. One acted like he was going to pull out of Misti, but she locked her legs around his ass where he couldn't pull out. Ellen never had any problem. They all knew her, and came in her like she wanted. Joe got 2 pieces of strange pussy, Mike got three piece, and I got three. One was a girl straight over from Africa. She was a hot little cunt. Real good lay.
Noting the time, William and Sharon decided to head home. She still had to tell the others what the doctor had said. Mike decided to go, much for the same reason. Besides, he and Sharon had to go to work, tomorrow. MIke promised to tell some more of his story when he could. They all kissed and hugged Cathy and Billy. They all hinted that he and Cathy had better get busy, or they would fall behind the rest. Laughing, they went out the door.
Cathy went back to the door to the living room, and held up a finger to get Mike's attention. That she was still completely naked didn't hurt, either. Mike looked up at her, pausing, and she announced that the food was ready. All of them got up and came to the table. Steam was rising from the platter of cornbread, and from the large pot of stew. Cathy had made it the way HER Mother had taught her. The slow cooker held 6 quarts, and it was brimming full. Each place had a bowl, spoon, napkins, and a small plate for their cornbread. Each had a glass filled with ice, and there were two pitchers. One full of cold tea, the other filled with g**** Kool-Aid. This is what Billy and Mike both preferred. Cathy, Sharon, Misti, and William always drank ice tea.
Each filled his or her own bowl with the ladle, and got a piece if cornbread. There were honey and butter for the cornbread if it was wanted. They dug in. Misti looked up at Cathy. "What's in it?" she asked. "It's delicious!" Cathy related what the ingredients were, down to the seasonings she had used. Sharon and Misti vowed to write them down for future reference. This was a more than worthy addition to their recipes. Sharon was looking around, trying to judge by the looks on their faces, what they thought of her attempt at cornbread. Mike was the first to comment. "This is some of the best cornbread I've ever tasted. What did you do to it?" Sharon let out the breath she was holding in a sigh of relief. "I just made Carol's from memory. Is it really good? Do you really like it?" She had been so worried that it wouldn't taste good, and now was VERY relieved. All the others were nodding their heads. It wasn't polite, they had been taught, to talk with food in their mouths.
They ate a large portion of the stew, and most of the cornbread. Cathy brought out another stack of bowls that were wide and shallow. Sharon went in and brought out a HUGE cherry cobbler, and Cathy got a spoon and a bucket of ice cream for their dessert. William looked sad-eyed at Sharon. "You cheated, Honey. I wouldn't have taken that third bowl of stew if I had known you had this." Sharon looked at him with mock-pity on her face. She went around to stand behind him, leaning over until her breasts were rubbing the side of his face. "That's what you get for being a glutton, My Love. You know what a glutton is, don't you? It's somebody that takes a breast in each hand, and STILL wants ANOTHER piece." They all roared with laughter.
They finished eating, and the guys offered to clean the dishes, and the kitchen, for them. The ladies declined the offer with a comment from Sharon. "I don't want to replace the broken dishes, so we'll take care of it. That's why I have been buying all those paper plates. In case the other ladies in the family are busy when the baby is born." William and Billy both stuck out their tongues at her, and blew raspberries. William retorted, " Be that way, then! See if I dance at YOUR wedding." Cathy looked over her shoulder at him. "You'll dance, or you won't get any pussy for a month, Big BRO!" She laid her finger above her upper lip to simulate a mustache. "And that's the way it is!" she stated in a mocking Walter Cronkite voice. Mike, taking in the whole scenario, was busy trying NOT to fall down, he was laughing so hard. He HAD sunk to his knees
In spite of their playful exchange, everything was cleaned up and put away in a matter of minutes. Mike had quieted down enough to speak, and, with a slight pause, resumed his story.
"Al wasn't able to stand by himself after his session with Misti. Ellen simply went to the people across the stairwell, still naked, and asked if the guy there would help her get him home. He said he would. He and his wife were naked when they answered the door, too. He came over, and he and I each got an arm and got him home. He, his name was Joe. His wife was Harriet. We went around calling her "Harry." She NEVER wore panties, and when we called her that, she would drop her pants, or lift her dress, and, no matter where we were, would flash her pussy, and ask, "WHERE?" ANYWAY, we got him into his own bed, and Joe and I rolled him around so Ellen could give him a sponge bath. She had carried her clothes down from our place. The lights were on in the stairwell, so anybody looking would have seen all of us stripped naked as jaybirds. When we finished, Ellen leaned over their easy chair, their curtains were open and the lights were on, and Joe fucked her right there. Anybody around could have watched them go at it. She offered me sloppy seconds, but I had to turn her down. I had already fucked her five times that day, plus fucking Misti. I was worn out. We slept on the plane a little bit, but that was all."
"I managed to get back up the stairs, take a shower, and get into bed. I was lucky. I had the next day off to get moved in and settled. After we bathed her, Misti was out like a light. We didn't wake up until nearly 8 the next morning. Ellen woke us up ringing the doorbell. Al had got up at 5, like he always did, and went to work. She slept till 7. While we were getting ready, she made the coffee, and some toast. We ate a bite, got in her square back, and drove to Weisbaden. There were some apartments on one side of the highway that each of them was painted a different pastel color. You wouldn't have thought they would be, but they were very pretty. She showed us the German version of Sears. They call it "Toom-Mart."
The BX there was nice, but I still thought the one in Frankfurt was better. The commissary was REALLY nice, though. They had a lot of things the other two didn't. Especially fresh veggies. They all got their meat from Yugoslavia. It was okay, but, nothing to write home about. You could usually get better, especially pork, if you went to a German "metzgarai." That was their word for a butcher shop. There was a little town by the name of Bad Vilbel, just outside of Frankfurt, that sold the best pork ribs you could imagine. And they weren't that high. 20 DM a kilogram. That was about $5.00 for a little over 4 pounds. Misti and I had another friend that had brought a freezer with them. Electonics all had to be run through a transformer, unless it was made for German electric. Their's is 220 volt, 50 cycle. Ours is 120 volt, 60 cycle. He told us to buy all we wanted, and he would keep it for us. We just went over there and got what we wanted, when we needed it. His wife was from Vietnam. They were two more of the "fun people." They were Bill and Sau. She said her name like the female pig. She said it meant she was the sixth c***d in the family. He was an E-7 Air Policeman. He was retiring with 27 years in the Air Force when he rotated back. He had been in on the tail end of the Korean War, and did 5 tours in Vietnam. He met Sau in the second tour, courted her off and on during the next tour, and stayed through two tours getting their paperwork to get married to bring her back to the States with him. She worked in a Mess Hall, and had to let the guys fuck her to get and keep her job. She said that some days she came in at 4 in the morning, and stayed until 6 in the evening, and never had her clothes on the whole time. There were 8 cooks, and 10 KPs on two shifts, and they would all take turns fucking her, sometimes as many as 4 times each. They would let her up long enough to go to the bathroom, and wash herself, but the rest of her time was with somebody screwing her. She said it was the same way for ALL the female workers. They almost always hired the youngest and prettiest girls, so they could get into her pussy. She also said there was one girl there that was only 13. She got fucked more than any of the others."
Sharon was astounded that women could be treated so badly, but, it was a wonder that nobody got sick, or hurt. Mike said, "She enjoyed it most of the time. The days where it was a non-stop gang-bang, or when she was having her period, she didn't like it, but, for the most part, she looked forward to what she called, "Her turn in the barrel." She said most of the men tried to make her enjoy it, and were gentle with her."
"She said that that was how she met Bill. He was on the gate. The people had to be strip searched, and with a full body cavity exam. That meant the Matron on the gate had to feel inside her ass hole, and stick her finger in to feel inside the women's pussies. One day the Matron left early, and Bill had to do the BCS. He was so gentle, in spite of having big fingers, that she invited him to her house to give HIM some pussy. He nailed her twice, and, in her words, made her "feel fucking good." She asked him to come back for more, and they fell in love with her, and she with him. He moved in with her, and tried to make her quit her job, but she told him she liked getting fucked so much. He went aheaqd and started the paperwork, it went through, and they got married. They have three k**s, and she still says putting them inside is the most fun, but when they come out is much better."
'We had about 8 to 14 couples in our "gang." Four couples in the same stairwell as Misti and I, and three more in the stairwell directly across in the next building. Ellen pointed out the second day that that was why there was a cover over the sides of all the balconies. So we could lay out there, or get laid out there without becoming a public show. Many of the women went out there naked to sunbathe. There weren't any k**s in our two stairwells, but the others had them. Ellen, remember she was on the first floor, said she was laying out in the sun one day. A k**, probably 10 or 12, was standing out on his third floor balcony, looking her over. He stood there for about 15 minutes. She asked if he was having fun. He told her, "I guess so. My Moms got more hair on her pussy than you do. And her tits are smaller. Do you shave your pussy?" She said she couldn't quit laughing. He listened to her, and told her, "My Mom said when I grow hair on my dick, she's gonna teach me how to fuck her." She asked him if he had any, yet. He told her, "If I had any, I would be inside fucking her. Right now she's teaching me to eat pussy." Ellen said that she never asked any more questions. She said he cane out and watched her sunbathe 2 or 3 times a week. She got used to it, and he never did anything but look at her."
"Did you ever see the Sand Pits." Cathy asked. "Sure. That first Saturday, Misti, Ellen, Harry, Joe, Al, and I went together. We fixed a picnic lunch. Saw more pussy and pecker in one day than I ever saw before. We took a couple of light-weight tarps and tent-pole sections with us to make a shade, and made a day of it. There must have been 20 guys came over and asked if the women would give them some pussy. Harry took on a couple, Ellen took on 5, and they talked Misti into letting four of them nail her. They all enjoyed themselves until one of them tried to pull out of Harry without coming. He got sore because she held him until he came inside her pussy. One acted like he was going to pull out of Misti, but she locked her legs around his ass where he couldn't pull out. Ellen never had any problem. They all knew her, and came in her like she wanted. Joe got 2 pieces of strange pussy, Mike got three piece, and I got three. One was a girl straight over from Africa. She was a hot little cunt. Real good lay.
Noting the time, William and Sharon decided to head home. She still had to tell the others what the doctor had said. Mike decided to go, much for the same reason. Besides, he and Sharon had to go to work, tomorrow. MIke promised to tell some more of his story when he could. They all kissed and hugged Cathy and Billy. They all hinted that he and Cathy had better get busy, or they would fall behind the rest. Laughing, they went out the door.
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