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Stanley Clinton had been the director of the Federal Law Enforcement Bureau for nearly ten years. As such, he was accustomed to occasionally briefing the WestHem executive council — that group of nine elected representatives that had replaced the single-person presidency shortly after World War III — on various security issues. Never however, had he dreaded a briefing as much as this one. He had flown from the rooftop of the FLEB building in downtown Denver — the WestHem capital city — in...
The MPs guarding the main gate had the advantage of knowing exactly where their enemy was, in what numbers they were in, and what their plan most likely was. They knew that two squads and at least one battalion would push towards them from three directions, undoubtedly all at once. For many groups of trained soldiers this might have been enough despite the numerical and weapon superiority of the enemy. But the MPs were not trained as soldiers, they were trained primarily as a security force...
Aboard the WHSS Mammoth, Mars Orbit August 16, 2146 Lieutenant Callahan came into the berthing area to find his platoon lying listless on their bunks, just as they normally did. As always the smell in the room was of stale sweat and dirty laundry, although after nearly ten weeks he hardly noticed it anymore. "On your feet, marines," he barked at them. "Assemble immediately for a briefing." Nobody got to his feet. During the course of the chaotic trip across space, discipline among the...
Aboard the WHSS Nebraska August 24, 2146 "The last one, making atmospheric entry now, sir," reported Major Wild to General Wrath. The two men, along with everyone else in the room, were in the CIC watching the holographic display as it showed the tracks of the remaining thirty landing ships descending towards the planet. "Very good," Wrath said, sipping from his seventh cup of coffee of the day. Over the past week, since his marines on the planetary surface had come under increasingly...
Though there had been many advances in communications technology since the beginning of the space colonization age there was one constant that never changed and probably never would. No matter what carrier for the signal was used, be it encrypted laser beams or modulating radio waves, they could move no faster than the speed of light. As such it was impossible for a person on Mars to hold a real-time conversation with a person on Earth. Even at the closest approach of the two planets — a mere...
WestHem Capital Building—Denver The view was impressive from the large picture window in the executive council briefing room. The window looked east, out over the entire expanse of the thirty-eighth most populous city in WestHem; the sixty-third most populous in the solar system. The tops of innumerable high-rise buildings could be seen stretching away for kilometers in every visible direction. Each roof was dotted with landing pads and parked VTOLS, the transportation system for the elite....
Back at MPG headquarters General Jackson now had a pretty clear idea of the forces that had so far landed on the planet. Reports had come in from all of the special forces teams that had been deployed which allowed him to update the maps with solid intelligence figures. As far as he knew, none of the special forces teams had been detected by the enemy. None had been engaged anyway. Jackson directed his computer to initiate a conference with Laura Whiting, who was in her own office four...
"Follow me, and quietly," Chinzel commanded, his slight form taking on added stature as he led them through the seemingly trackless swamps. Twice more, he blew on his talisman, shrill blasts that made Ashaia wince. Gortai darted swift glances behind them and to both sides, trying to catch a glimpse of the swamp dwellers he was sure surrounded them, but it was on the trail ahead of them that one first appeared. Shantar motioned the others to silence as Chinzel called out a low greeting to...
Mermaid had no one in the official position of executive officer. There simply were not enough officers to go around for that designation. The closest that they had was Lieutenant Sugiyoto, the navigation and tracking officer, who filled the role if it was needed by virtue of being second in command. "Green light on all exterior doors, Brett," he said now, checking a panel on his display. "Thanks, Sugi," Brett said absently, looking at his own display board. He was now sitting in the...
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories....Coupon BoobieI rolled into the news paper plant, around 9am. I had overslept again. I hate Monday mornings. I had party the whole weekend. I had just passed my 2nd semester of college. I was interning for a small news paper in my home town. A college professor had gotten me the job. I was her pet project for the semester. She gave me good grades. I gave her my big cock after class. It was a win, win, for me. She was very voluptuous. I had been attracted to...
I rolled into the news paper plant, around 9am. I had overslept again. I hate Monday mornings. I had party the whole weekend. I had just passed my 2nd semester of college. I was interning for a small news paper in my home town. A college professor had gotten me the job. I was her pet project for the semester. She gave me good grades. I gave her my big cock after class. It was a win, win, for me. She was very voluptuous. I had been attracted to skinny girls before I met her. I changed after...
Virtual Vacation Coupon #1 By Xyzzy As a kid, I used to race for the mailbox. I don't know what I expected to find, but each day brought a renewed belief that maybe today; the mail would bring excitement and adventure. It never did! Once again I'm headed for the mailbox, but at 31 and out of shape it's a more leisurely stroll. Instead of zeal, I've begun to actively dislike the mailbox. Perhaps that's why I now wait until the morning to retrieve yesterday's mail. Is that...
General Jackson was still at his command post in the capital building, monitoring the various operations that were taking place around the planet. The entire operation was at its most vulnerable right now since the bulk of the MPG members were still in transit to the bases. His greatest worry was of course the security of the Eden MPG base, which stood less than two kilometers from ten thousand WestHem marines. His worry was increased by a call from Sprinkle. "What's up, Jack?" he asked,...
Aboard the WSS Nebraska, Mars orbit September 11, 2146 Major Wilde was once again observing the final flight briefing less than two hours from the scheduled launch time. Admiral Haybecker was explaining to the AA-71 pilots and gunners for the tenth time that no matter what else they blew up in or around New Pittsburgh on the coming strike they were not to touch so much as a hair on the head of the Alexander Industries ammunition plant. "That plant is a vital part of the WestHem military...
MPG Headquarters, New Pittsburgh September 14, 2146, 2000 hours "It's confirmed, Kevin," General Zoloft told General Jackson via video link. "The WestHem marines are in full retreat from the main line. They started giving up in droves twenty minutes ago. It started at the Pillbox 73 and 72 positions and spread all along the line from there." "Could it be some kind of trickery?" Jackson asked, wanting to believe what he was being told but not wanting to fall into a trap. "I don't...
Virtual Vacation Coupon: First Recursion Joe Ingram reflexively rubbed the top of his head with a fingertip, absently feeling the thinning hair, as he read the fancy calligraphy once more: Dear Joe, Please accept this complimentary Virtual Vacation Coupon. With today's time demands, it can be prohibitively expensive or even impossible to get away for the kind of rest and recovery we all need from time to time. That's why we developed the virtual vacation. The virtual vacation...
Don Mitchell, son-in-law of Director Clinton, had of course been given the honor of leading the takedown team that would take Laura Whiting into custody. He and his team gathered at the main FLEB office at 0700 that Thursday morning. There were forty of them, including himself, and he divided them up into teams of ten, each of which was assigned a leader. He then briefed them on their mission, an act that did not carry the dramatic punch he had hoped for since every last one of the men had...
Lieutenant Glory Bongwater was as confused as the rest of them, though her information was a little bit better. She stood before an Internet screen at the command post, a block away from the main entrance to the capital. Beside her was Special Agent Waxford, the highest-ranking FLEB agent left from the field office besides Corban Hayes himself. Waxford knew exactly what he wanted done but otherwise didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. Bongwater detested him immensely and longed to...
July 28th, 2146 Deep space, between the orbits of Mercury and Venus The armada continued on, coasting through space at seventy kilometers per second. Because of the attacks made by Mermaid, it was now an armada that was significantly more alert than it had been on the outset. All active detection systems on all ships were powered up and sweeping through designated sectors. A full wing of attack and detection craft now maintained a 24-hour combat space patrol, circling around on all sides in...
Author's note: This is my second story, both in the Virtual Vacation Universe. Please consider this an open universe freely available to one and all who would like to use it as the basis for a story line. No hard and fast rules, just the basic concept. --- The Dinner Group (A Virtual Vacation Coupon) By Xyzzy It was a normal Saturday summer afternoon. I was making the last pass over the lawn with the mower. Hey, it's green, it grows, therefore it's a lawn; even if grass...
The Green Goblin Strikes Back by Steve Zink In Marvel Comics, Spider-Man is one of the all-time favorites. One of his constant foes almost from the beginning has been the Green Goblin. This villain was originally the chemical industry mogul Norman Osborn, who gained his alter ego after being bathed in chemicals at his plant. In the comics, Norman eventually died, while his son Harry, a good friend of Peter Parker, the alter ego of Spider-Man, married his high school sweetheart,...
There was no water. Close to the heart of the Evergreen Forest, Snatch narrowed his eyes. The forest was picturesque. The trees (deciduous, despite the forest’s name) were thick enough to keep the ground below in a perpetual twilight, the grass was tall and green, and there were flowers everywhere. The place was obviously well-nourished. So where was the water? Snatch was not one for the outdoors, of course, but he’d worked with a druidess once. In his experience, it was very hard to spend a...
The Troop Club was a chain of taverns that was owned by a subsidiary of Barkling Agricultural Industries, the third largest food producer on Mars now that the Agricorp-Interplanetary Food merger had been consummated. Only a minute portion of the intoxicant distribution holdings of BAI, Troop Club taverns were nevertheless a lucrative, low overhead venture. Located just outside of military establishments throughout WestHem's territory, they had managed to snare an incredible thirty-eight...
"Incoming multiple agency response call," the dispatch computer said in it's calm, cool, collected voice. A second later, rows of text appeared on the screen. "What is it?" asked Lisa, who was behind the wheel of the cart on this day. It had been another slow shift and she was ready for a little action to break up the monotony. A multiple agency response meant that something big was going down. "34th Street and 7th Avenue," Brian told her, reading from the screen. "Heavy smoke in...
Mermaid's engines had long since been shut down and she drifted silently through space, her passive sensors keeping an eye on the frantic search that was being undertaken on their behalf. The crew had been at general quarters for nearly five hours now, all of them anxious, scared, but also proud that they had just helped take forty thousand marines out of commission. Brett and the rest of the bridge crew watched their screens as the Panamas continued to pass far above them and as the...
Lon and his squad saw the dust cloud long before they saw the first of the WestHem armor coming down the valley below them. They were spread out atop four different hills on the south side of the valley, some forty-five kilometers from the landing ships, just outside of the effective range of the 150-millimeter guns on the ships. They were heavily laden with anti-tank lasers and charging batteries. Supporting them were two sniper teams on hills to the east and west of them and two mortar...
The dance of the WestHem marine's artillery battalions was an intricate and well-rehearsed affair. They spread out all across the valley, forming up by battery, each of which contained six guns. The commanders in charge of each battery had a map on their screen which indicated firing positions they were to head to after each firing sequence. Each battery had more than twenty such positions pre-programmed in as waypoints on the navigation screen. Their doctrine commanded they fire three...
Aboard the WSS Nebraska, Mars orbit September 5, 2146 Rear Admiral Mitchell Spears was the commander of all of the task force's F-22 space fighters. Each of the California Class superdreadnoughts housed a wing of ninety-six of these saucer-shaped craft for a total of 192 of them — or at least that was what they'd left Earth with, they were currently down to 147. Like most of the command rank officers involved in the conflict, Spears was somewhat upset and disillusioned by the losses and...
Aboard the WSS Nebraska, Mars orbit September 13, 2146 1718 hours Major Wilde sat at his desk, watching the InfoServe main news channel that was being beamed over from Earth. It was the top of the hour news summary, although, since it had taken it eighteen minutes to travel to Mars it was no longer the top of the hour. He was shaking his head in disgust and disbelief with every word the grinning newscaster spoke. "At precisely 1300 hours, Eden and New Pittsburgh time, today, WestHem...
Eden MPG base 2206 hours Matt Mendez was barely cognizant of the fact that the Mosquito he was in had just touched down on the main runway outside the base. He felt the gentle thump, felt the push against his restraint harness as Brian put on the brakes and slowed them to taxiing speed. He was weak all over, feeling like it was an effort just to move his arms or turn his head. He had never been so tired in all his life. The pain in his butt cheek was still there but had mostly faded to a...
He was counting the Ehue “One to be happy, two to be sad, three to be good and four to be bad.” There were four, he sighed. The fates were against him. The man was taller than average, but not taller than his fellows in their armour. He stood a little aside from the others, leaning against a tree. His breastplate wore the green crest, embedded into the metal, as was his right. This right could not be taken from him, whatever he had done. It was a double-edged sword, for he had the right, and...
Green River by Tim Willows Jake never felt his first misgivings about transferring to Green River until the very moment when the needle entered his arm and the world dissolved into a vague cloud of grey. Before then, the transfer seemed like the only option-more than that: a godsend. He couldn't handle life in the general prison population. There was no other word for it: the other prisoners were animals. There wasn't a trace of racism in Jake's mind when he thought of them...
Green Acres 1: The Gypsy Indian Curse of Green Acres Produced by Jay Sommers [1965-1971] By Ron Dow75 "Good Morning Mr. Douglas, Mrs. Douglas," the general store's clerk and owner greeted the distinguished gray-haired man in the three-piece pin-stripe suit and a Bavarian hat, and the trim blonde in yellow-with-white polka dots skirt and short-sleeved jacket, white purse and gloves, and a hat similar to her husbands, only with a much wider brim, and white with yellow trim....
This story has been buried deep inside of me for a long time. I remember all of it very well, almost like it was last week. I’ve reminisced and re-lived it all many times over the years. Much of it is quite fun to remember. Some of it is bittersweet. Some of it is painful still.When I was out of college and in my early twenties I got a job selling radio advertising in a suburban/rural area, and although new to the region, I became successful in a fairly short time. After a couple of years, I...
MatureIt is 9’o clock in the night and Samir is in his apartment which is right in the middle of the Green Valley town. He is on his bed inside the blanket and he is wearing just a blue t-shirt and a boxer. He already has a boner thinking about Sandhya’s huge ass. Sandhya is a girl who works in the same office with Samir. She has that huge ass which could give anyone an instant hard-on and it was no different for Samir when he saw Sandhya for the first time. She is his junior; in fact, she works...
Lesbian‘Twas a different time, a different place. Where mythical creatures lived, sorcerer’s reigned and royalty ruled the day and others. ‘Tis a tale filled with magic, deception, pain, pleasure and perhaps love. A story which is as old as time itself but as fresh as the morning dew. It all begins, once upon a time. The young woman who lived here did so reluctantly. You knew you came from royalty, ’twas a burden you had worn as easily as the finery which adorned your body every single day. Yet you...
Shruti was tired, and her panty was all wet with her juice, and both the girls were smiling at each other. But there was some dissatisfaction on Manisha’s face which Shruti found out. She lifted herself and put her lips on Manisha’s. Manisha held Shruti’s head, and both girls started sucking each other’s lips. Both were getting amazed by the fact that they were enjoying a girl’s company. Manisha was already wet. Her pussy was dripping while Shruti was getting aroused again. Still sucking and...
LesbianShantar writhed in agony as a bucket of salty water splashed over him, stinging and burning in his many cuts and scrapes. "On your feet, Hill man!" The words echoed through the roaring in his head as he blinked the water out of his eyes. He stumbled to his feet, staggering and nearly falling. His arms were lifted over his head with a clanking of chains. Before he could realize what was happening, he was only one of a line of naked figures. Their manacles were hooked to hanging rings that...
Her long brown hair fell against my cheek as her rosy pink lips reached mine. I could feel her soft hands caressing up and down my back. I found my hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her body close to mine. She parts my lips with her tongue and for the first time, I actually taste how sweet she really is. She presses her lips into mine so hard I actually feel like she is swallowing my soul. My hand slips under her shirt and slowly make their way up the small of her back, within minutes I...
LesbianNurm's closed carriage moved unobtrusively through the crowded city streets. The early afternoon sun blazed down with all its tropical fury, but the men, women and children abroad in its heat seemed to scurry about with the energy of insects from a disturbed hive. Shantar looked about warily as he followed Nurm and his two cloaked and hooded 'demons' up the broad palace steps. He felt naked without the comforting weight of his sword at his belt, useless as it would have been against the...
I woke up the next morning and wondered how soon it should be before I called Kate. After last night I was certainly keen to meet her again, but didnt want to seem desperate or needy. Contemplating on my stupid dilemma I rolled over to look at the clock. Shit, it was 11 already. I got up and pulled a T-shirt on as I left my room. My sister Jill came out of the bathroom, brushing her blond hair and wearing nothing but a towel around her athletic body. ‘I wouldnt go down dressed like that...
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TeenIch bin glücklich verheiratet und liebe meine Frau, aber der Sex ist, naja… Ich akzeptiere das, andere Dinge mit und an ihr sind mir wichtiger als der Sex.Es gab aber eine Zeit und eine Frau, mit welcher ich den perfekten Sex hatte. Obwohl es schon eine gefühlte Ewigkeit her ist, beschäftigten mich diese Erlebnisse noch immer. Es ist auch nicht erfunden, sondern hat sich genau so abgespielt – zumindest so, wie ich es in Erinnerung behielt. Ich habe so etwas noch nie gemacht, aber ich habe das...
Julie the secretaryA fantasy inspired by amateur_julie containing office related frolics...My job sees me travelling around the country on a freelance basis going to various companies fixing IT problems as and when they arise. I'm never in any one place longer than a week. It's not the sort of working life that everyone would take to - hardly ever seeing the same faces, but it suits me as I can choose to work when and where I need to.A few months ago my agency sent me to a company not far...
I woke up the next morning and wondered how soon it should be before I called Kate. After last night I was certainly keen to meet her again, but didnt want to seem desperate or needy. Contemplating on my stupid dilemma I rolled over to look at the clock. Shit, it was 11 already. I got up and pulled a T-shirt on as I left my room. My sister Jill came out of the bathroom, brushing her blond hair and wearing nothing but a towel around her athletic body. "I wouldnt go down dressed like that if...
Straight SexHi, my name is Stephanie, I’m 38 years old, and I’m the mother of an 18-year-old daughter, her name is Katie. And I have never been married. I don't even know who the father is. ************ My life-changing that Sunday afternoon, I was 17-years-old, My dad was having a poker game at our house with 7 of his friends. They were watching a football game on tv as they played. I was watching the game as well. The guys were in the dining room, at the kitchen table. Our house is an open house...
Littlejohn felt the cold raindrops dripping with irritating slowness on his closed eyelids forcing him to awaken far before he was ready to rise and greet the new day. It was still black as the inside of one of King John’s dungeons in the tiny shelter where he had sought shelter the night before. He knew he had made a mistake as soon as he saw the robes of the pair of traveling nuns on their way to the Cathedral in the nearby city center on an annual pilgrimage of homage to the shrine of the...
My wife and I are a white couple in our mid 30s that have never swapped or included anyone in our sex. Often during sex I would tell my wife that I wanted to watch her with another man and what a turn on it would be. Sex with her is always good but when I tell her these fantasies during sex she REALLY gets off! We've visited the Vegas Green Door 4 times in the past and have always had a good time without including anyone else. My wife always gets off knowing she’s being watched. On our most...
Group SexGreen Acres 3: The Country Gentleman in the Peignoir Produced by Jay Sommers [1965-71] Parodied by Ron Dow75 Gray haired, distinguished, non-disbarred Oliver Wendell Douglas was vigorously chopping wood in his yellow nightgown with the white peignoir. "What are you doing?" "I'm chopping wood! I have to destroy something, or I'll destroy some-one!" On the back swing, Oliver Douglas realized he was talking to somebody: Off-balance, he struggled to stay on his feet. Even...
Green Acres 8: Not a Milton Berle Sketch By Ron Dow75 The first thing Oliver Wendell Douglas saw when he opened his eyes was a black dildo laying on top of the cover. "AAA-nh!!" he screamed, leaping out of bed. (The lighter party favors were stirred up by his draft of his billowy nightgown.) "Oliver, what's the mattser?!!" his wife asked, concerned. "Lisa, you didn't do it to me again, did you!?!!" the man in the long, green silk nightgown demanded and prayed. "Do whats?"...
Ursula’s cunt tingled wildly, her clitoris poking its beak-like protrusion hard against the rub of her fingers, as she savoured the delightful magnitude of what her dominance was to reward him with, and her anticipation of his reaction to absolute defeat when he faced what he’d earned. In a spiteful tease to deceive him initially, the cart had set out on a route in the opposite direction to that which it now headed, but now, having taken a circular route, the cruel pleasure of his mistress...
GREENHOUSE CRUISINGbyChristopher PierceI was laying on my back on the ground, my legs in the air, a sizzling hot cock reaming my butt. My vision was filled with the sight of the gorgeous man above me. He smiled down at me as he fucked my ass better than anyone else ever had.All I could see around him was the green of plants. Huge tropical leaves dripped with moisture, voluptuous blossoms sagged sensuously on their stalks and tall tree trunks disappeared into the bright sunlight above. A tangled...
Diane leaned out of her window as her vehicle sat perched in the nursery's sandy parking area. Jasmine stood facing her friend, with her navy blue leather handbag dangling from a strap that wrapped an elbow on one of her folded arms. Jasmine's swarthy legs were braced apart in a taunting, yet argumentative posture and she unconsciously flexed her gluts to accent her points of the discussion at hand. "Are you sure it's all right?" Diane asked with a whine and a squint. When the two...
Martian Planetary Guard Base Troop Club — Eden The smell of marijuana smoke hung thickly in the air, overpowering even the odor of alcohol and tobacco smoke. The ventilators in the room struggled to keep up with the outpouring but it was a hopeless task. Scores of off-duty MPG soldiers of all ranks, sexes, and ages were sitting at the bar or at cocktail tables; smoking and drinking the intoxicating substances, unwinding from the stressful twenty-four hours that had just occurred. Even though...
The nearest MPG recruiting office was forty blocks away, in the south portion of Helvetia Heights. They rode the public transit train there, utilizing one of the transport tokens that came with their monthly welfare allotment. They stepped off at the nearest station nervously, knowing that they were now deep in enemy gang territory, an act that could easily lead to their deaths if they were discovered. Sure enough, they made it no more than two blocks from the station before a group of...
The marines were right. The special forces teams were not suicidal and had no intention whatsoever of actually going head to head with an entire company supported by tanks and hovers at once. In fact, Lon and his squad were the only actual combat squad currently deployed on the western side of the Eden LZ and they were almost five kilometers away. They had their normal weapons and their normal assortment of anti-tank and anti-aircraft lasers, but their orders were not to engage unless they...
MPG Base, Eden August 25, 2146 Jeff Waters took a drag off his cigarette and looked at the five cards in his hand thoughtfully. He was pretty new to poker, had only been taught the basics of it a week ago, but in that week, as he and the rest of the 17th ACR spent hour after hour, day after day in the interior assembly area near the outside wall of the base, he'd played the game a lot, enough to know he stood a decent chance of taking the pot this hand. Hicks, who had dealt, had chosen...
MPG Base, Eden August 27, 2146 2245 Hours General Matthew Zoloft — a third generation Martian — was the overall commander of the Eden forces. He was a WestHem Military Academy classmate of General Jackson's who had been a member of the MPG since its inception. In the WestHem marines he had risen to the rank of lieutenant in charge of a tank platoon and was a veteran of the bloody loss that was the Jupiter War. A personal friend of General Jackson's, he had started out his MPG career as...