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I grew up in a rural area, where no one dressed up except to go to town onspecial occasions. I'm no different to any of my mates from other farms wesimply went to school wearing our normal dress comprising of bib overalls,boots and a flannel shirt. We also all played around giving ourselvesblowjobs etc.Well as time went on we all got older for myself our little school hadarrangements to join up with a much larger school where they had an armycadet group. I sort of like the idea of wearing...
It was my first day of a full-time two week block of army reserves at theMilford Falls barracks and I didn't wanna be there. During a break afterour first dinner I was sitting in the quad with five other reservists, allfirst year and all but two of us had obviously taken on more than webargained for, in between bitchin' about the mornings orientation manoeuvrewe got to talking about why we joined up in the first place. It was themoney, pure and simple we wanted the money. Some fuck wit whose...
Army Boot Camp - BBW STYLE!Chapter 1Back when I was in the army, I spent a few years as a boot camp instructor. It was always an interesting experience watching a group of completely disorganized, scared, and naive group of strangers turn into a cohesive, trained platoon of soldiers.Cohesion and teamwork are key, and as a drill sergeant, I always emphasized that they would only get through the course together. If they chose to argue, bicker and work against each other, they wouldn't make it...
You died. But that was not the end. You ended up in white space, with a window explaining your situation. Apparently you ended up in some kind of RTS/RPG game. From here you can define your 'next great adventure'. You can choose your avatar – it's gender, looks, race, traits, skill tree, etc. of course as starting hero you will receive only basic equipment. Then you can choose your army – knights, US marines, SS troopers, Star Wars storm-troopers, Space Marines, Orcs, Night Elves, Skavens,...
I was afraid that I might not pass the physical assessment because I had back issues when I was younger, but the recruiter said that it was long enough ago that it wouldn't matter. If I passed the physical exam I was in. Still I was terrified. So much was riding on this physical exam. And I have always hated doctors. At the least a doctor exam was humiliating and degrading. Please god let this be a quick one. I was determined that no one would see much of me today. I had worn a thick sports...
Two weeks after my eighteenth birthday my Dad gave me a package of camouflage clothes. He told me I had to go with him to Serbia for a few weeks. I should explain my Dad is the top dog in his platoon. Also I should say that because my mom and dad divorced the year before and the last time he had left me on my own I had thrown a party he didn’t trust me. I was pissed. ‘No. I’m not going. I will miss my friends and it is boring.’ ‘You are going. Ever since mom left you are out of control I...
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING SOLDIER?" Corporal Straffi screams."Sorry, Sir?" Smith responded."DID YOUR MOMMA PACK YOUR BOXERS FOR CAMP SOLDIER?" Corporal Straffiscreams."No, Sir." Smith responded."ARE YOU SAYING THOSE ARE ARMY PROPERTY SOLDIER?" Corporal Straffi screams."Yes, Sir." Smith responded."WHAT ARE YOU DOING DAMAGING ARMY PROPERTY SOLDIER?" Corporal Straffiscreams."I did not, Sir." Smith responded."THEN WHERE THE FUCKING CHRIST DID THIS HOLE COME FROM SOLDIER!" CorporalStraffi...
These regulations replace all previous rules, guidelines and customs relating to the treatment of female criminals by soldiers of the Imperial Army. All parts of this document become official military law on 1st January 1809.Any soldier who flouts these new regulations will be subject to military justice.Any officer who allows men under his command to ignore these regulations will be demoted to the ranks.This document applies only in areas under martial law, namely the rebel provinces of...
Vietnam January 1st 1968 U.S. Army Master sergeant Patrick Keith is waiting to have a meeting with his commanding officer, Colonel Robert Randolph. After a short nerve racking waiting Patrick is permitted to enter the colonel's office. "Master sergeant Patrick Keith reporting to the Colonel as ordered!" The Colonel finished his cup of coffee then he said "At ease sergeant at ease." "Sergeant you're probably wondering why I asked to see you, the reason that I asked to see you is because...
A few years ago I was a member of Her Majesty’s forces. One of the ‘elite’. In other words, a paratrooper in the British Army. Looking back it’s hard to say why I joined. I wasn’t the typical ‘para’ type. I was 5’10”, which was okay, but I was also very slim, almost skinny in fact. Not the usual build for your “ruffy tuffy para” as we laughingly called ourselves. What I had in abundance though was determination, fitness and brains. By the end of basic training (Called ‘p’ company) I was elected...
GayArmy GuyMy name is Jeff Walton, that is Captain, Jeff Walton US Army Special Ops. Our unit does special work where discretion is needed on behalf of the Government. There are 4 of us, Sergeant Jennifer Tobias, Corporal Thomas Smith, and Corporal Ken Fields. Really we are all the same except that each of us have special talents that we bring to the Unit. My second in command, Jennifer or J as we call her is treated the same as a man, her job is to neutralize the enemy. We all sleep together...
IncestAaron, a tall, clean cut looking soldier, had a plan. It was Thursday whenhe put it into play.The soldiers who shared the barracks were all similar, after all that wasthe goal of the Army. Haircuts, clean shaven, same clothing, do thingstogether from sleeping to marching, schooling to showering. They were all apart of each other.Aaron loved it. He had worried that his penis would give him away. Heworried his lingering glances would too. But his cock didn't rise and hislooks weren't noticed. He...
Written By MusclecockI'm Samantha, an ordinary 20-year-old brunette, with an ordinary job at the reception desk in an ordinary office building downtown L.A. You might have seen me shopping at the mall or dancing at the local night club. You might have found me attractive, too. Some men can't keep their eyes off me.Did I say ordinary? Well, not quite. I'm an nymphomaniac. I just love men. I just love making myself look sexy, and make men staring at me. It makes me so hot.Anyway, I didn't mention...
Army Girl by Lucille Jeanette Smith Sixteen year old Michel Bordon was glad to see the hard winter change into spring. It was the year seventeen hundred and seventy seven and it marked the sixth year that young Michael had spent at the terrible saint johns home for boys in London. The place was beyond terrible. He did not know did not know how he has survived this long in this place. The bitter winter had taken over half of the boys and other events had taken another quarter....
I am a translator with the UNHCR in macedonia. I've done all sorts of jobs here. Two days ago I was called to one of the nearby refugee camps to help an army captain who was having some problem with the Macedonian police. When I got there I had problems finding him as the camps are a mess of makeshift tents, trailers, boxes, you've all seen the pictures on tv it's a mess. Anyhow after about an hour I managed to get there. Imagine my suprise when the Captain was a woman of about 5'10", a...
I had returned home from a two-year active duty stint in the Army in the mid-eighties. It was late Spring and I was looking forward to the summer before going off to college the following fall. My Dad let me borrow his old truck and some ladders so that I could earn money that summer painting houses. I had printed up some fliers to place in the neighbors' mailboxes indicating that I was available for both interior and exterior work. When I came home from this endeavor, as I got out of my car, I...
It is understandable that some parents want to protect their children from all of the evil and dangers in the world. But in some cases the restrictions they impose on their kids end up backfiring and having unintended consequences. That was the case for me. My parents were very strict on me, and when I had my first opportunity to have sex with others, I embraced it enthusiastically. My name is Michelle, and I’m now living with my husband John in El Paso, Texas. I am thirty-three years old and...
Rebecca look at her self in the mirror, it no new thing she had been use to changing school seeing she always been a Army brat. As she look in mirror what does she see, she see a 4 foot 11 blonde hair blue eyes 115 lbs a set of 32 d boobs and a little tight ass . As she look down at her shave pussy she hear her Daddy yell u got to hurry up Rebecca if you want me to drop you off at school, she respond one minute daddy.
TeenWell life can be hard being raise a Army brat my dad can be controlling in a bad way. After much begging from me and my mom my dad agree for me to go on my first date. Mike and I had been dating 3 months and at the time I was so in love with him. Mike was 3 years older then me about 6 foot 3 and about 220lbs, brown hair and blue eyes, he was on the football team and was in good shape. He had meet me as soon as I join the new school after we move to fort Campbell after living in Hawaii for 3...
Hello readers, I am back with another sexcapade of mine. First, thank you all for your responses on my first story ‘Exploring The Slut in Me’. By now I have become a seducer and head-turner. Men of all ages give a second look to me whenever I pass by. I enjoy this attention too. Sometimes, I would look back at the guy and be naughty with him. Seducing a mature guy turns me on. This experience is from a friend’s wedding. Last winters, a friend from the office got married. The marriage function...
Hi I am neel, back again with my new story.Iske pehle aapne meri stories padhi jo ki story readers k sath huwi.Response kafi acha raha mere sari stories ko.Koi bhi bhabhi/ladki milna chahati hai to mail me ye mera naya email id hai Koi bhi bhabhi pune/mumbai se no age limit milna chahati hai to mail krre.No age limit. I am neel, a 27-year-old single guy from Pune.Well educated and from a good family.Normal looks with a slim body that many ladies like.I have a good stamina and good in pussy...
hi im a mom of 32 married to a army guy we are from ks that where we are stationed now we have bee married for 4 years youngest son is his i aint been a saint aint sure who my first 2 babys daddy is seeing i use to to be a d**g addict when i was younger so i done alot of bad things i use to love to get hi and take dick starting at a young age i had a my youngest son at 16 second at 20 both i aint sure who the daddy is but sence i met my hubby mike i have been stright off d**gs and keep my legs...
We had been married 3 months and I was so happy. Marriage was even better than I had expected. Bill was only the 3rd guy I had dated and he was by far the best. He was tall and lean and moved with an easy grace. He was dark complexioned, like he must have Italian or Spanish blood in him, and as the saying goes, "tall, dark and handsome," that's my guy. When he received his draft notice we decided to get married right away. His first posting was Fort Chimo for training. We were fortunate to...
Her eyes closed as she curled silk-clad limbs beneath her and rested fingertips against the keys. Drawing a slow breath, she lifted dark lashes and looked to the blank screen. She had no idea why he insisted that she write out a fantasy for him. She could think of many possible reasons, but he hadn't told her which it was. She knew that it could be used either for or against her and was hesitant to open up enough to give him that power at all. Drawing her hands back from the keyboard, she...
He knew how her day had gone, he always knew. Even when she tried to seem alright, he saw through her, pried it out of her until she confessed to what was bothering her. Today was worse than most, but happened to be one they would have alone once they got home. Just as she was pulling into the drive, a text came through detailing what he wanted her to do before he got home. That wasn't unusual but what it specified was not the usual week night instruction. She had been hesitant to even read...
Hi guys… This is another old one of mine. I don’t really have anything new because there’s been too much real life of late. But I’ve received a number of PM’s, Feedbacks, and general comments looking for information… So hopefully those of you who wrote me anonymously will get this. I’m still here. After the semester is over I’ll put more out as soon as I can. But for now be patient with me. I’ll finish everything I started… Promise. For now, here’s a token. And keep a look out cuz Mira is...
I’d found some solace and friendship in a couple girls named Patton (her last name, no relation to the famous general) and Smith (again, her last name….by the way I’m Pete: short for Peterson, my last name). Patton was about 5’2” and couldn’t have weighed more than 110lbs. She was button cute with shoulder length black curly hair and perky B cup breasts with hips and ass to make a tiny and tight hourglass for her frame. Patton was also crazy smart, having graduated high school at 16 and earned...
After returning from the ambush, I crawled into my make-shift tent too shaken and full of adrenaline to eat anything. I kicked my boots off and started to undo my zip and slipped my muddy trousers onto the ground. As soon as I had done this, Nate appeared in front of me, smiling as crude, uncensored images flashed through his mind. In the dim light of the late evening I could make out through his thin shirt, his rippling muscles which everyone had developed through carrying rifles and supplies....
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I have known Bob since we were both young soldiers stationed in the Desert during the Gulf War. Despite what most people think, there were some scary engagements during that conflict and Bob was with me every step of the way. He has been my best friend ever since.Bob is turning the big 3-0 and he is not doing it very gracefully. He is going bald, he has been in a slump with women(he blames it on the baldness) and he is putting on some weight. He has been depressed and hasn't gone out much.I, on...
Evan laid back on his bed with a sigh. He was exhausted, stressed, and he missed Cat. He hadn’t seen her in over a week. At least she would say more than two words when he called now. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d done to piss her off, but he was sure that she would tell him. He guessed it had something to do with him being inconsiderate of something. Sometimes, it was easy to forget she had feelings. She rarely showed them. He didn’t feel like things were going so well between them at the...
Cat sat in her spinning desk chair with her knees pulled up to her chest and her elbows propped on her knees. People told her she never looked comfortable sitting like that, but she didn’t see why. Her name said a lot about her nature. While ‘Cat’ was short for Catherine, Catherine Williams, she had the natural grace and light-footedness of felines. She was also standoffish and a little prickly at times, as well as well-groomed, adorable, and fun to watch. She was thinking. And she was...
Cat couldn’t get Evan out of her head. She had been trying since the moment he walked away from the café table the previous night. ‘Damn’ she muttered as she stood up from the kitchen table in her apartment. She walked to the refrigerator to get chilled water. She leaned against the cabinet and stared at the drawing pad on the table. The beginnings of a cityscape were apparent. The foreground was entirely erased. She often used either herself or Ande for the model of any woman in her art and...
It was nice to be able to spend the day grooming, being artistic, and cooking. Cat had just finished taking a pan of cinnamon buns out of the oven and flopped down on the sofa to lounge and think for a few minutes. She had no idea what time Evan would be back. It was still early in the afternoon, so she probably had a little while. He had left her a key and she had wandered the neighborhood around his apartment, going into little shops of various sorts until she had a small supply of grooming...
It’s a hot sunny afternoon and you’re driving over to my place for what I have promised to be a great dinner and evening together. You pull into the driveway and walk up to the door. With your finger ready to push the bell you hesitate just a second to wonder what I have in mind that will make this dinner special compared to the other wonderful days we have spent together. I hear the door bell and walk to answer it and feel my heart quicken as it always does when I know I will see you. As I...
Before I let you in on what happened last Thursday, I’ll let you in on something else: I’m all business. Always have been. As a kid my favorite game was “Business”. In the game “Business” me and my other child friends would sit a few feet away from each other and pretend-work in silence. Every now and then one of us would shout “I’ve made an advancement! This company and everyone in it is gonna be rich!” Then we’d all cheer and then get right back to work. As time went on, the other kids grew...
Group SexShower. (Fingercuffs too) "Ive told you before. Its not a shower." Mark says, his grin becoming even wider. "Its a wet room." Personally I have always considered it somewhere between the two. His bathroom is gorgeous. Plenty of pure white tile with random grey and black tiles spread around the walls. Very masculine but then Mark lives alone and can...
"Fingercuffs". Okay, I admit it, its all my fault. I was the one who suggested going out for a drink. It was me who thought we could take Mark along as he seems a bit down just recently. It was also me who agreed to going back to his for a nightcap. I gladly accept all the blame for what happened next. Even if none of it was my idea. It had been a fun if low key sort of night. Just three friends hanging out in a local pub. Mark's a bit like me in his sense of humour. He doesnt so much...
This is the mostly true story of how I lost my finger at work in a tragic yet humorous accident. It is up to you the reader to decide which parts are true, which parts are humorous and which parts I'm just blowing smoke up your ass. It was a Monday like any other Monday, but this Monday was special. It was Sewards day. Just to refresh your memories, Sewards day is celebrated (in Alaska anyway) for the purchase of Alaska from those Godless commies bastards, the Russians. Trust me when I say...
It’s a hot sunny afternoon and you’re driving over to my place for what I have promised to be a great dinner and evening together. You pull into the driveway and walk up to the door. With your finger ready to push the bell you hesitate just a second to wonder what I have in mind that will make this dinner special compared to the other wonderful days we have spent together. I hear the door bell and walk to answer it and feel my heart quicken as it always does when I know I will see you. As I...
Quickie SexFor me, masturbation has become a way of life. Its my religion and i am a very observant worshipper. I come to the altar of porn at least twice a day and worship by wanking my little baby penis as i lust over pornography on several screens. As my relationship with porn grows, i enjoy taking on new fetsishes and ways of masturbating. Recently i have gotten very deep into small penis humiliation and have learned to better accept my tiny penis. As part of this acceptance I have realized what a...
1977... the year Skynyrd crashed, Star Wars came out, and I had an 9th grade math teacher named Mrs. Lambfinger. Horrible name, I know, and it was that much worse that her first name was Pamela and sort of rhymed (Pamela Ramyerfinger), though I only thought of her as Mrs. Lambfinger. No. Not quite true. I thought of her in many different ways. I sometimes thought of her unbuttoning her top for me, button by button, to reveal-- well, I'm not sure now how my fantasies played out, since they had...
The Gwinnett Braves were in the first series of an early-May homestand against the Durham Bulls, the triple-A affiliate of the Tampa Bay Rays of the American League East. Tampa Bay was known for its solid pitching, and their AAA club was loaded with exceptionally good young pitchers eager to move up to the majors. They threw hard, showed a lot of confidence, and the starter I’d seen the day before, from my position on the bench, seemed to have a mean streak to go with his wild, inconsistent...
It was after our return home from another road trip before I again even considered Rollie’s stupid plan for meeting women. Going to church had never been something I chose to do with my Sunday mornings. Staying in bed, maybe nursing the previous night’s mild hangover, was more my speed. But it was getting lonely, living in a strange town like Lawrenceville, not knowing any of my neighbors, not really being part of a community when I was in town, and then being out of town half the damned...
I gave Tad my phone number and left the Unitarians, probably forever. But still, there was no denying that I’d just had a profoundly religious experience. There had to be a God, with creatures like Peggy Gabriel running around loose! I wondered how old she was. She sure didn’t look old, but her boy, Tad, looked like he could be eight or even nine. She could be, like, thirty, even. Not exactly over the hill, but maybe too old to give a second look to a kid like me. Still, I knew I looked...
Okay, so Peggy and I had cleared up, pretty quickly, the fact that we were very interested in each other. Like a couple of adults, though, we didn’t do anything about it right away. Well, not that night, at least. After an open date Monday, the Braves were playing at home for the next three days. Monday was Peggy’s other day off. But she had a couple of classes at the university in the afternoon and she explained that Monday night was traditionally her big night for homework. We concluded...
Reluctantly, I followed Peggy’s instructions and didn’t contact her all day Tuesday. She had left for home in the early hours of the morning, helped get Tad off to school, slept a few hours, went to her classes and then back home for a quiet off-day evening with her mom and son. I slept most of the day, showed up for pre-game workouts, went hitless in four trips that night, and went out with some of the guys for a steak Tuesday night. Despite the bad day at the plate, I had gotten enough...
Things went better for me at Coolray Field on Wednesday night. I slapped two line-drive singles and a homer, and we won handlily, 8-3. After the game, I showered and dressed and headed straight for Peggy’s house, arriving around 11 p.m. Sarah invited me in and we headed for the kitchen. She had a very attractive tuna casserole waiting, and I dug in, explaining that anything with pasta was on my list of favorite things. Sarah was easy to talk to and we got along great A little after midnight,...
The road trip was only 9 games, but it seemed like 19. In my short time with the Gabriel family, it felt like my whole life had changed. Sure, I was having the best sex I’d ever had, but strangely, that was far from being the sum total of the changes I was experiencing. I had something to do every day – something I really wanted to do, besides going to the park and playing baseball. Peggy was the new center of my life, but in addition there was Tad, and his lovely grandma, Sarah. All three of...
It took me most of the day to get to Louisville, find the hotel where my new club, the Norfolk Tides, was staying, and report to my new manager, Rick Dawkins – a retired Orioles’ infielder who’d been manager at Norfolk for three years. “Game starts tonight at 7,” Dawkins told me. “You’ll probably start at DH.” “Okay. Listen, you mind if I ask a question?” “Shoot.” “You have any idea why Baltimore wants me? I hear they gave up a good prospect for me, and, shit, they’ve got the best DH in...
The dog days of early August came and went, and after lo these many weeks (only five weeks, actually, but it sure seemed longer) we were scheduled to head for Gwinnett for the final three-game series of the season with that club. There were only sixteen games left in our International League season. We were tied for the Division lead with Gwinnett, but I was secretly kind of hoping we wouldn’t make the playoffs. All making the post-season would do would be to delay my return to Lawrenceville...
The Orioles were still in contention for a wild card spot in the post-season when, finally, we got to Atlanta for the mid-September three-game series with the Braves. I knew I was unlikely to get much of a shot at being a factor in that series, and that we needed some wins – most preferably a sweep – to stay in contention. But despite all that frustration, the main thought I had flying down to Atlanta was that at long last – after more than a month – I’d be seeing Peggy again. She was going...
We left Atlanta and resumed our confrontations with our fellow AL East contenders. The Orioles were still not out of it, but Boston and New York both had slight leads on us within the Division, and at the moment, we were a game and a half out of making even the second wild card position. The way the wild card playoff system operated, one of the two also-rans who wedged their way into the post-season was heading for an ignominious quick exit by losing a single post-season matchup. It felt...
After the talk with Sarah I resolved to be as sensitive as possible with Peggy about my long absences, and to try to reassure here constantly, just in case what her mother had told me was the true reason for Peggy’s strange behavior. I still found it a little hard to believe. Peggy was intelligent and pretty swift on the uptake. She had a great sense of humor and when we were together, there was no sign of any attitude except warmth. Maybe my trade to Norfolk while the Braves were on the...
The next three weeks were everything I had hoped they would be. I got up each morning and helped launch Tad. We’d skip the bus most mornings and I’d drive him to school. I looked for little projects around the house to help Sarah keep the place in great shape. I’d never been much of a do-it-yourselfer, but if it was something that looked undemanding, I would take it on and, if unsuccessful, I’d call in a professional. Peggy continued her busy schedule, driving east three days a week for...
We rented a car at the airport in Albuquerque and I treated Peg and Tad to a brief driving tour of downtown on our way to my parents’ house. As I expected, my wicked stepmother was waiting for us at the front door when we finally drove up. Maria was slender, had long, jet-black hair with attractive bits of grey. She was still, in her late 50s, a beautiful, somewhat distinguished-looking woman. It was easy to see why my dad had seen fit to end his widower status after he and Maria had gotten...
The remaining days of our brief trip to New Mexico were relaxed and fun. My dad finally got his opportunity to show me off to some of his friends and faculty colleagues, and they were appropriately admiring of his oversized son’s athletic accomplishments. Peggy and Maria became fast friends, and nothing more was discussed about Peggy’s unusual occupation. Tad got the attention a prospective grandson would expect to receive, and the boy really liked Albuquerque. The Friday morning after...
The new year arrived, the holidays ended, and Peggy resumed her studies with a beefed-up class schedule. I rented her a room in a private home in Athens, near the university, so that on some weekdays she could sleep over, avoid the commute, and spend more time in the school library. Most nights, though, she was back with us in Lawrenceville. And she religiously adhered to her two-nights-a-week performances at The Naked Truth. The new schedule suited all of us. Peggy could focus more on her...