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The day following the crowd incident, we made preparations to move inside the airfield perimeter and take up residence in the Delta Force/Ranger hanger. About two days after we moved in, we began receiving daily mortar fire that lasted for about five minutes. After a week of this, several of us ran a suggestion up the flagpole to 'remove' this problem. Of course it was only pure coincidence that it happened after we left our strongpoint outside the perimeter. Some of the D boys and Rangers had thought along those same lines. After putting in the proper paperwork and getting it signed off by all the command staff present, none other than Defense Secretary Aspin vetoed it. He stated that it would be an unnecessary escalation in force and that other means were being sought as well as stating that the special operators in theater should be more concerned about mission planning to garner positive results about Adid's whereabouts. So in other words, we were to endure the daily mortar barrages and hope that none of us bought the farm prematurely due to unnecessary escalation. Too bad Mr. Aspin didn't inform the Somali mortar team about this, as I'm sure they would have viewed it from his perspective. With nothing left to do but sit around the hanger, we amused ourselves with card games, basketball, shooting matches with Delta and the Rangers, and cleaned our equipment daily to kill time between ducking when we heard the crump of the mortar. It wouldn't have been so bad if the hanger doors were able to close and it didn't face the perimeter fence, which was only 100yards away. Any skinny who could get on a roof or a hilltop could look right in at us, give them a good set of binoculars and they could watch us preparing for operations.
We sat for weeks with no mission tasking and finding make do jobs around the airfield. Clint and I would go to the tower and take turns looking for that mortar team and betting on where they would set up next. We would watch the 160th SOAR shuttle D-boys and Rangers over the city on patrols and insert them in suspected Adid hideouts. It was a total waste of effort and time. I walked by the comm shed one day and popped in to see if maybe they needed a hand.
It was a madhouse as the operators tried to facilitate the constant requests from general officers and coordinate the activities of the UN forces. I watched as General Garrison micro managed Colonel McKnight endlessly. It was an exercise in futility. Out of the 15,000 servicemen in theater, just under 2000 were actual Special operators. That small number is about right for a light colonel to command and the last thing he needs is a two star bucking for three, looking over his shoulder and double-checking everything he does.
I casually flipped through the dispatches and noticed that no fewer than five admirals were off shore or rotating through theater. When you're the only game in town, everybody wants a piece of the action.
The pilots from the 160th were the best I have ever worked with. Their aircraft were constantly being fine tuned by the mechanics; every time they flew they put themselves at risk. The militia forces in Somalia had no anti-air capability but made up for that with initiative. They would watch our tactics and adapt to them. My teammates and I discussed this at great length nightly and came to realize that our forces were ill equipped to handle this type of guerrilla fighting. You can't roll into town with lightly armored vehicles, large helicopters, limited air support and expect the opposition to lay down their arms and go back to being a docile population. Officers and civilians who haven't studied military history, or know anything the military, contrived all the tactics for this operation. All the Ranger deployments to locate and capture Adid were done in broad daylight in the middle to late afternoon so CNN could broadcast it and that guaranteed the population had scored their drugs and were stoned. When you have access to some of the finest night vision technology in the world, and your enemy has no night vision capability, why conduct operations in daylight? This was a guerrilla skirmish and the only way to out G a G is to become one yourself. All the missions started the same way everytime; helos take off followed by a combined convoy of Humm-vees and five-ton trucks. We commented that that style of operating leaves a 'footprint' but those comments fell on deaf ears, but it made great news footage. Adid was no idiot; he had attended numerous foreign war colleges and studied every conceivable form of warfare. He realized he couldn't defeat us in a conventional conflict but he stood a chance with unconventional tactics. But the powers that be all suffered from CRS, Can't Remember Shit disorder. It was either the career enhancement light in overdrive that blinded them or just plain stupidity.
Clint put in for permission to go with the Rangers on their seventh, so far, fruitless capture Adid mission. My team was leaving the next morning so the rest of us packed up and sat around while the D-boys and Rangers had their briefing and prepared to go. I sat on my gear and watched the helos leave followed by the convoy.
Clint had wrangled a ride in one of the Hummers assigned to the support column. I dozed in the heat, relaxing with nothing to do, totally unaware that the heat was about to get turned up.
An hour into the mission and already it was going bad. Over the comm net I was listening to Delta call in a negative package meaning that Adid had slipped past us yet again. I wandered over to the Ranger comm area and listened as a Medevac was called in because someone had fallen during the fast rope insertion. No wonder. The Blackhawk used is a very powerful aircraft, the down draft from the rotors can flat knock you on your ass if it hit you and considering that the streets were mostly sand and dirt, all that shit blowing around makes visibility next to impossible. I found out later that the helo were inserting the second Ranger chalk and because of the dust storm left by the previous bird, the second bird came in too high and one Ranger had dropped fifty feet when the rope ended and the ground wasn't there.
It soon went from bad to worse when vehicles and soldiers began taking serious hits. I listened for a few more minutes and then walked back over to my area, cutting through the Ranger bunk space. I couldn't help but notice that there were ballistic trauma plates from body armor lying on the cots and on the concrete floor, also a vast quantity of canteens and camel back hydration systems. I walked up to a Ranger who was sitting on his rack and asked him about the plates. He told me that they were under orders to remove the back plate from the armor to save on weight and the mission was a quick in and out so no need for extra water. I just walked away and shook my head. These kids were outfitted with some the best body armor ever produced and some suckhead ordered them to leave out the back panel. Made perfect sense in the great chaotic insanity that was unfolding. Now their armor would be like a screen door on their back, not likely to stop a forceful fart let alone a high-powered rifle round like they would be going up against. Another hour came and went, radio traffic had picked up. Part of the support column had broken off and was returning with the wounded and prisoners.
Within that second hour, a 160th Blackhawk was shot down and crashed in the city. Shortly after we got word of this, a second Blackhawk limped into view and set down on the airfield. We watched as the crew ran to another bird and went back into the fight. Nothing beats front row seats except maybe being there. As the third hour dragged by, Ell-tee came over to us. He told us that the support column was coming back in, mostly combat ineffective, there were two Blackhawks down, and the Rangers were facing a numerically hostile force. He looked around at us to gauge reaction, and then told us to grab everything that kills, we were mounting up and going to the Pakistani/10th Mountain Division cantonment area, which was a huge sports stadium. We suited up, full armor, extra magazines, grenades, medical supplies, and elected to wear the lighter weight Pro-tec helmet instead of the heavier K-pot.
Not having any vehicles of our own, Webb wandered over to the Ranger/160th motor pool and 'appropriated' a Hummer. We packed ourselves into it, which made a tight squeeze, and drove over to the stadium. Inside, it was a madhouse. Pakistani and Malaysian troops were running all over the place trying to get organized. Webb drove through them to the 10th Mountain area.
A relief convoy was forming but we still had no time frame for departure. We sat and waited just outside the line, talking amongst ourselves. Ell-tee had gotten out and was walking around watching the activity. He came back over to us and told us that the Hummer we had didn't have a mounted weapon. We de-assed it right there, taking all our gear and walked over to the 10th Mountain motor pool. In all the rush and confusion, they must have thought we were Delta, because the motor pool sergeant gave us two armored and armed Hummers. One had a M2.50 caliber and the other a Mark 19 40mm grenade launcher. Now we were in business. We drove over to their ammo supply point, backed in and Ell-tee got out. With the bumper numbers belonging to the 10th, he strode over like he was part of them and requested some supplies. He came back over and told us to load up everything we were going to need for the mounted weapons and ourselves. It was like winning the lottery and getting a shopping spree thrown in. I grabbed a pallet jack and off we went. By the time we were finished, we had the entire rear of each Hummer full of crated ammo.
We grabbed a few 'stray' armor vests and shoved them around the sides and rear of the ammo and on the floorboards. You could almost hear the engines strain a little, as we pulled back into the waiting line. Splitting up to put roughly an even number in each vehicle, gave us more room to divide the gear. Billy Rogers, our team commo man had been trying to reach Clint since this all went down. He had no luck and figured because Clint just had his personal radio with him and it was mostly short-range, he could receive us but not send. The overhead observation/comm relay helo didn't have our encryption key available so we couldn't bounce a signal off them and using the AWACS was not a good idea because they would have to bounce it back offshore then through JOC. The convoy formation continued well into the night as we heard the chatter over the SINGCARS radio from the Hummer. Several flights of AH-6 'Littlebird' helos flew over on their way to provide fire support to the besieged Rangers. I mentioned to Webb that they were using the Littlebirds, and he just shook his head. He commented on what a waste as we had Cobra gunships sitting on the runway that packed a heavier punch and were armored. To this day, I have no idea why Garrison didn't use those gunships and relied on inadequate, smaller, non-armored, lightly armed support craft.
Finally the convoy was ready to move out, only seven hours after the Rangers started getting hit. What efficiency.
We were sitting somewhere in the middle of the convoy. The Paki's had some armored vehicles, mostly Soviet BDRM and BMP vehicles with a few surplus U.S. M60A1 Patton tanks leading the way. Once we exited the stadium, we moved like a little old lady in heavy traffic, never going over 25mph. Webb was fuming behind the wheel. I was sitting behind him with Doc to my right. Matt Connors was standing up manning the MK19 and Billy Rogers, the team commo man, was sitting up front with Webb's 249 sticking out the window.
Ell-tee came over the team net and fumed about the lack of speed. Webb suggested that we break off and parallel the convoy. We peeled off at the next side street and raced down alleys and squeezed between buildings.
We made good time until we came to the first large roadblock. Sporadic small arms fire had come our way but nothing connected. Ell-tee's Hummer came to a sudden stop in front of us; Webb slammed on the brakes and skidded up to his bumper. Hannaberry manning the .50 on the other Hummer swung the heavy weapon over and raked a rooftop above us. Webb and Ell-tee conversed over the team net for a minute then both vehicles slowly backed up a few yards Hannaberry covering us and Connors dropping 40mm into the roadblock until a hole was big enough to drive through. It was still a narrow opening and it folded back the mirrors and scraped paint on both Hummers. We raced down the narrow streets, small arms fire now getting more intense, I was firing out my side, Doc laying down long suppressive bursts, Connors walking the MK19 around us, Rogers putting out fire on his side and Webb firing his M9 one-handed while driving. I'd yell out 'Loading!' whenever I'd drop out a spent mag and stick a fresh one in. There was no conversation besides each of us yelling out that word. Webb yelled back to me that he was out and handed me his M9 over his shoulder. I grabbed it, reloaded it and handed it back. Spent brass was flying around the inside of the vehicle and the occasional 40mm casing would drop down inside. We met up with the main convoy just past the K-4 traffic circle and the firing became intensive. It was like being inside a corrugated tin shed during a heavy hailstorm. I noticed that the Paki M60 tanks weren't with the convoy. We pulled up alongside the main force as they stopped and loaded up the wounded. Heavy fire was being directed our way and I was sending out a steady stream of 5.56 to any convenient target. To say we were surrounded would be an understatement; it was just a target rich environment. Tracer rounds, flares, RPGs, overhead gunship runs, it was a macabre Fourth of July in October.
The convoy moved out to the crash site after loading all the wounded at the first casualty collection point. Clint wasn't with this group. We moved further into the city, the skinnies coming out of the woodwork and sniping at us from every doorway, rooftop, window, alley and sidestreet we passed. Our Hummer was smoking when we rolled up to the crash site. BMP's provided some cover for loading the wounded. Ell-tee told us to establish a perimeter. I bailed out my side, amid a cascade of spent brass and Rogers bailed out the other. Doc stepped out and used the Hummer for cover as he leaned the 249 over the sloped back and put out fire. I scrambled for cover behind a pile of concrete and steel rubble and reloaded. Rogers ran over and joined me. The same cycle continued, I'd yell loading and drop behind cover and Rogers would cover fire until I came back on line, and I'd do the same for him. This went on for quite some time, Doc would cover us as we ran back to the Hummer to resupply and then back again to our little pile. Webb continued to fire out his side now using Doc's M4, while Connors walked 40mm along the roofs and buildings around us. It was getting pretty hairy when Clint limped over and dropped down beside us. I yelled over the firing what happened and he yelled back that he had taken a hit through the side door of his Hummer that had hit the knife on his left side and shattered the blade. I told him to see Doc and he just looked at me like I was crazy. Rounds were impacting all around us, our Hummer had been hit several times and three tires were flat. Holes in the armor were very apparent. The windshield had taken several hits and was starred.
Webb still sat there calmly reloading and firing, Doc still at the rear corner laying down fire with the 249, Connors MK19 had run dry and he was firing his M4 from the roof hatch, using the MK19 for cover.
It seemed an eternity as the wounded were loaded and cutting the flight crew out of the helo. It was just getting light when we got word we were moving out. The firing had died back a little and I took a quick inventory of my ammo. I had six mags left, 30rds each. Not looking good. Between Rogers, Doc, Clint and myself, we had all but exhausted the supply of 5.56 that was in our Hummer. Wounded had been loaded into the Hummers, which still sat idling, Webb behind the wheel calmly firing single shots out the driver's side. Connors had switched to single shot as well and was picking targets while trying to get really small behind the MK19. Ell-tee came over the team net and told us that we were pulling back to the Paki stadium using the vehicles for cover until we were out of the hot zone. The BMP's starting moving around and the Hummers and five tons that still ran were turning around to leave. I ran crouched over to our Hummer and yanked open the door, casualties were stacked inside and Doc was checking on them. I looked at him through the open doors and he passed me the 249. I reached up and grabbed Webb's shoulder and told him I'd be running out with the rest.
He yelled to me best of luck, slapped a fresh mag into his M4 and went back to firing. I slammed the door shut on my side and ran back to cover. In the last few hours, the street levels had been cleared out and now most of the firing was coming from the roofs and alleys. The vehicles began forming up when I grabbed Clint and told him we had to go. He winced when he stood and I put his arm over my shoulders and helped him up. His left leg looked stiff and Doc had slipped over earlier to clean and dress his hip and thigh. He was moving slowly so Billy Rogers came around the other side and propped him up. We moved like a big three legged race using the trucks and Hummers for cover firing on the go. The Paki armored vehicles led the way and once clear of the crash site slowed down and stopped to let us onboard. There wasn't much room but between Billy and I, we packed Clint inside the closest BMP and he passed us his full magazines before the door slammed shut. We took cover in a doorway and divided up the magazines as the vehicles pulled out yet again. Those of us on foot were a mixed bag of Rangers, Delta, 10th Mountain and of course SEALs. Webb waved as he roared past us on four flat tires, followed by Ell-tee's Hummer. We ran as fast as we could to keep up with the vehicles and just sprayed the alleys and streets as we passed. Once the convoy reached the K-4 circle and turned onto Halawadig Road, they increased speed and left us in the dust.
Now, alone, with no vehicle cover we came under fire from roving technicals and running groups of Somali's. Our group was firing in all directions and trying to keep together. The Rangers, who had been engaged since 1530 the previous day and all through the night, were keeping up but you could tell they were running on pure adrenaline and guts. The Delta boys were right there in a pinch putting down targets and providing suppressive fire.
Billy and I were shooting and scooting along the right flank of the gaggle when the 249 went dry. I let it hang on its sling and swung the M4 back into play. Even with both of us firing single shot and with Clint's mags, my M4 ran dry about four blocks from the stadium. I let it drop on its sling and drew my M9. When we reached the stadium, I checked my M9. There was one round in the chamber and two rounds in the magazine. I did the math later and realized that I had burned through twelve, fifteen round magazines of 9mm in those four blocks.
Once inside the stadium, medics and stretcher-bearers greeted us. Rogers and myself wandered over to the triage area to check on Clint. A corpsman walked up to me and told me I was hit. I looked at him strangely and asked where. He grabbed my right arm and showed me the blood. I glanced down; some shrapnel from an RPG had hit me in the back of my right biceps and hand. Blood had run down my arm to my wrist where it had dried and left a congealed, sticky, black and dark red crust. I holstered the M9 that I still held, and peeled off my glove. A small metal fragment had hit the back of my hand probably at the same time as my biceps. I hadn't noticed it because of the adrenaline high, it hadn't gone in deep and I could still use my hand and arm. It was strictly superficial but it was bloody. I walked over to Doc and showed him. He pulled out the small piece, wiped the area, and sent me on my way. No need for stitches just a little butterfly closure and good as new. The biceps wound was just a little bloody hole about the diameter of a pencil. A look into it and no metal so off I went with a Band-Aid. Clint got the worst of it. He was lying on his side as we walked up; an Army medic was probing for blade fragments in his leg. He looked up as we approached. The medic finished and began suturing the wound. We helped him to his feet and wandered around to find the rest of the team. The mess tent was filling up with soldiers and walking wounded.
We walked past it to the where most of the vehicles were parked. Webb, Connors, Ell-tee and the rest of team was sitting on or around our shredded Hummer. Connors was still standing in the ring mount leaning on the MK19, drinking out his canteen, Ell-tee was standing by the back talking to Webb, Hannaberry was looking at the door in front of where I had been sitting, wiggling it back and forth as it hung from only one hinge. The door panel had a big hole in the bottom and the Lexan window was shattered all over the inside with a thin strip still stuck in the window track, the back floorboard had a matching hole. If I had been sitting there, that would have been me.
Webb had a little cut on the back of his neck and earlobe. They were talking about a near hit from an RPG that impacted the road on that side of the vehicle. It had damn near flipped the Hummer. Connors was saying it was the strangest thing. The RPG warhead looked like a land torpedo as the shooter had been hit and triggered it on the way down. The warhead sped along at ground level and went off after it had gone under the Hummer and impacted with a large brick or something on the driver's side of the vehicle. Unreal. The vests on the floor had stopped the blast from getting in. Webb had just turned to look right when it went off, saving him from getting a face full of metal. The doorpost, his vest's high collar and the helmet did the rest. A little gallows humor about it not being our Hummer made us chuckle.
We found a truck heading back to the airfield and hopped a ride. It had been a busy weekend now it was Monday morning. The price for this mission was costly, 18 Rangers died and over 100 wounded. A majority of the wounded had laid in the dirt for hours and the wounds had become infected resulting in amputations for some, systemic infections for others. I believe that this could have been avoided if this mission had been planned properly. This was the only mission that an Air Force AC-130 gunship was not on.
This aircraft and all its firepower could have made a mile wide swath around the Rangers and using its onboard fire control systems, picked targets off for hours until relief arrived.
The Cobra gunships at the airfield should have been used, they were great equalizers and packed serious firepower. General Garrison was deputy commanding general of all UN forces in theater and it shouldn't have taken over seven hours to organize a relief convoy, all he had to do was pick up a phone and issue orders. The Blackhawk helo used in this operation is too large of an aircraft to have hovering overhead at 75feet.
Witnesses report over 200 RPG's were fired at the two Blackhawks that were shot down that day. That's the old theory of shooting fish in a barrel with a shotgun. Unlike some so-called investigative reports, the RPG warheads were not specially modified to hit their targets, just a massive fusillade at a semi stationary target. The Rangers that fought and died that day had been a part of the most decisive small unit battles in the history of warfare. Of course, the public will never know the level of their courage or valor as all records, transcripts, and camera footage is sealed inside the 75th Ranger Command at Fort Bragg. All they have to go on is eyewitness testimony, and a few books. Is anyone to blame for this fiasco? In my opinion, the list is long and distinguished and starts at the very top. But, of course that is only my opinion.
Coming back from Somalia, we stopped in Hawaii for a layover. Clint and I wandered around the airport killing time when I was paged to return to the USO desk for a phone call. As I walked back to the desk, my mind was slow in trying to figure out who would call me and why. The lady at the desk seemed very pleasant and directed me to the courtesy phones. I picked it up and a voice told me to wait. Stranger and stranger I was thinking when a different voice came on and identified itself as Master Sergeant Vaughn, 1st Special Forces Group. I almost answered with a 'yeah so what?' when he continued and asked me if I knew a Karen Vaughn. Affirmative I replied, and then he verified a few more questions that almost bordered on invasive before moving onto the reason he called. He was Karen's father, the girl I was seeing back in the states, and that she had been involved in a major car accident while visiting her parents in Washington. I was speechless. There was silence on my end long enough for him to ask if I was still there. I stammered out a yes and then listened as he went on. Apparently, Karen had gone home to visit and while waiting at a stop sign, had been rear-ended by a lifted, full size, 2ton, Chevrolet Suburban.
Her little Firebird hadn't been able to protect her enough resulting in several injuries and severe damage to her neck, shoulder, and thoracic spine. As he went on listing the injuries, my mind kind of blanked. The color drained from my face and Clint stepped over to shake my shoulder.
MSGT Vaughn finished up the call by telling me that she had been airlifted to Madigan Army Hospital, MAMC, as it was the closest trauma center and she being a military dependant. I hung up and sat down on the stool in a daze. Clint shook me a couple of times to see if I was OK. I didn't even hear him ask me. It seemed that time had stood still; I wasn't aware of much of the flight home until LT tried to talk to me and it took several attempts before he stepped into my face and got my attention. I explained to him what had happened and told him that before the Somalia deployment, I had planned to propose to her. I must have looked pretty bad because he pulled out emergency leave papers and sent me to Pineapple to have him walk them through the process then put me on a plane to Washington State.
While on the flight, I took a moment and read the orders, they had an open return date and a post it note with LT's private line, home phone and Pineapple's home phone as well as an additional sheet detailing the Naval support facilities in the area and the personnel to contact that were friends of LT and Pineapple.
I arrived at Sea-Tac, found the military assistance desk and made arrangements for transport to Fort Lewis. I was told to wait for the next shuttle bus to the downtown Greyhound station. A few hours went by when a shuttle bus from the Seattle MEPS stopped and disgorged its cargo of new recruits. I wrangled a ride from them to MEPS and from there, asked if anyone was heading south to Tacoma. As luck would have it, a Marine Gunnery Sergeant was heading that way on his way back to Portland.
We left about an hour later and talked along the way. He seemed to know I was in a bit of a hurry and managed to do about 70mph all the way there.
We pulled up to the Madigan Gate and were waved through due to the sticker on the car. He dropped me at the main entrance, I thanked him for the lift and he wished me good luck before driving off. I stood and looked up at the building. It was late and the flag outside was slowly wafting in the night breeze. I lowered my head and looked at the entrance. Only a civilian volunteer visible at the information desk. I reached down, grabbed my seabag and moved inside. I hadn't even changed into my dress uniform and had on a set of BDU's so the volunteer assumed I was Army. He told me that personnel assigned to the hospital had to report to the barracks located down the road. I looked at him and told him that was nice but I was here to see a patient and if I had the time I might think about checking out the barracks but as you could plainly see, I'm not Army.
It had been a long flight and I was a little testy. He looked closer at my uniform and apologized before asking whom I was here to see. I told him and he directed me to the correct elevator. The ride up took an eternity. I got off at the correct floor and walked over to the nurse's station. I was told that it was after visiting hours and ICU only allowed visitors during certain times. I then asked if any family members were still here.
The nurse behind the desk gave me The Look, like I was asking her for her first born before checking the clipboard. She notified me that a MSGT Vaughn had just left and was heading back to his unit just down the road. She gave me some vague directions to the 1st Group compound and I about faced and strode to the elevator. I had a purpose now, moving out of the hospital, I turned right, slung my seabag, and began a fast jog in that direction.
I found the correct street and headed down it before turning into the SF compound. I jogged up to the head shed and dropped my seabag in front of the CQ desk and asked for MSGT Vaughn. The CQ soldier really didn't know what to do with a Navy guy at his desk so he gave directions to the barracks buildings. I thanked him and jogged off in that direction. I found the building and it was locked with a cipher lock, so I rang the buzzer until someone wandered out of their room and opened the door. I checked the building roster, found the room and jogged up to it. I was just about to beat on the door when it opened. MSGT Vaughn stood there and looked me up and down. He motioned me inside and then said a few short words like 'Damn son, What'd you do? Run all the way from the airport?'. I assured him that I had only run from the hospital and he grabbed my bag and motioned me to the couch. He offered me a drink which I refused, he poured himself one and then we sat and talked about his life in SF, skirting the subject of his daughter until he finally set his drink down, looked me straight in the eye, and asked what my intentions were. I told him I was going to marry his daughter. He looked at me over the rim of his glass for a very long time. I returned his stare with one of my own before he quickly tossed back his drink, set the glass on the table and stood up. 'Oh Shit'. I was thinking as he moved towards me. I stood up as well. He looked like he wanted to hit something, his face unreadable. He stuck his hand out and told me welcome to the family, before muttering something about how the rest of the detachment would say about him having a fish fucker in the family.
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Buddy knew that he was two days early but he couldn't wait to see Brandy any longer. The things that Jack had told him and watching Jack and Suzie had driven him almost mad with lust. Things were going to change between Brandy and him in a hurry. Brandy was a sexy woman and he was going to try out all those fun things Jack had talked about. Brandy might not be willing at first, but he'd figure out some way of talking her into it. Buddy was determined that he'd been missing out on a lot of...
So I had a business trip coming up in a week. So I decided to try and line up some fun. After searching craigslist I found a well hung dom so I sent him a message and told him I would be in town in about a week. We chatted during that week and I told him I was married but I love to feel a hard cock in my mouth. He would send me pictures of his hard cock teasing me making me want him even more I would send him pictures of me sucking my wifes dildo and he told me he was going to feed me his load...
“Why the fuck did she go and do that?!” I shouted down the phone to my best mate, “She looks like a little boy! How am i supposed to wank over the bitch now!”“Ha ha, Im sure her first thought wasnt about whether her perv fans would still be able to cum over her to be honest mate!” he replied.We were of course discussing Emma Watson and her new haircut. After getting the role of Hermione in the Harry Potter films aged 11, the whole world had seen her transform from a cute little girl into a...
While I had been at the hospital keeping Nina company and giving consolation, Anita had slipped over to Die Freude in our machine and told them our good news. Of course, they all wanted to come and visit Nina in the maternity ward but concluded that it might raise some unsettling questions if they all showed up. One man and that many women, obviously attached to each other, could cause a lot of suspicion, bearing in mind that they would visit the sixties, and the town being small, news would...
We all agreed when we chose to be the power rangers for this hallowee partya friends of my friend had all the costume because og some old time pinlicity turn by his mom at an agencywe drafted what color to wear , no one wanting to be either the yellow or pink they all cheered and laught when my hand got out the bag , the small piece of papper bright and pink''god dammit , fuck you all ahah , this going to be stupid im only wearing it until the contest''i got in the bathroom with the suit and...
It was such a good night for Daddy. I’m spending this morning in bed now just thinking all about it again. We don’t live together now. I left home when I turned fourteen to go live with my mother. But I know we will someday, again. When I take my mother’s place. Now I get to dream about Him being there in his apartment alone with me. He always is when I need Him. The best Daddy ever. Daddy put the plug in last night when I left his apartment. He told me to keep it in until He calls me today. I...
“Where are you going?” she inquired. “To the bathroom, I really have to pee.” “What time is it?” “A little after ten,” I answered. She was asleep when I returned from the bathroom so I went downstairs and made coffee and breakfast. She came down after the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee had wafted upstairs. “Why didn’t you come back to bed?” she asked. “I would like to have had sex before I got up.” “I was hungry,” I answered. “Besides, my dick is getting sore. We’ve been...
Nancy gave up on men ... almost. Her first boyfriend-lover was a jock who liked sex rough so she thought that’s the way it always was. It got her off often though. When he got dominating and abusive though, she had to struggle to get free. Her next romantic attachment was the opposite, gentle and caring. Sex with him was very different. Slow, sensual, tender. She occasionally yearned for the more vigorous stimulation of her ex. But then that relationship went haywire. Her boyfriend decided...
Aldren's concentration was broken as he heard a scream coming from above and behind him. Before he could react, he felt something hit him in the back, knocking him from the saddle and sending him sprawling on the trail. He felt a severe burning sensation as the creature's claws dug deep into his back, snapping the chain mail links. He tried to roll away to escape and managed to stagger upright, but the creature sank its talons into his calf, tripping him back to the ground. Ameni pulled...
I had just turned 16 years old, moved to a new town and new school district, had no friend and certainly no girlfriend. I was as horny as any 16 guy could be but had no prospects. I soon made a few friends but my new friends faced the same dilemma with girls. We talked about getting laid but had no prospects. I always fanaticized about older women. I really knew that wasn’t going to happen. I had noticed that girls were interested in guys with nice cars. These guys were older and I didn’t even...
First TimeHello friends, hope you all are fine. My name is Sameer, I am doing a job now, I love reading sex stories. And I feel glad to read so many stories from the writers here. Please read this story and do comment and email me. My mail id is I am from Indore and completed my engineering. I got good responses for my story “memorable trip with my childhood friend”. Many of you emailed me. Some of them gave me numbers also. I feel great entertaining you. Due to my job I have to travel to many places...
This experiment is very simple and very accurate…It must be done exactly as I say so follow the diretions!now before you start you should have TWO things…1. something to stick in your ass like a butt plug2. a dildo or something like a cock for your mouth to suck on(lube for jerking off is optional)~ you will be doing this experiemnt while watching porn on the internet so I suggest a site like redtube.comYou will have to have some control while doing this… you must NOT cum the first two times...
I half opened one eye, "What are you.....", Sara stopped at the end of my bed. As my eyes tried to focus in the light, I could see her blurry figure. It was a slender figure with long legs. She may be two years younger than me, but she got the height in the family. Many because of those long thin California tan legs of hers. My eyes focused in on her smiling face, which was over half covered with her long blonde hair. She had what I thought at first was just a bra on, but realized that she...
“You’re not going to work without doing your business Henry,” shouted Edith Clancy from the top of the stairs. Henry lumbered along the hallway to the lower steps and peered up the gloomy stairwell of the dingy, rundown, low quality, terraced house at the face grimacing over the rail. The curl of blue smoke from her cigarette gathered in a cloud, which hung over the landing. He saw the gap tooth grimace turn into what was deemed to be a smile as the huge man dragged off his high visibility work...
Helen's Plan by Vickie Tern "Denise? Honey, are you up there? C'mon down, I want you to meet someone!" My wife Helen's voice from downstairs! What was she doing down there? Left for work this morning and not due back home for ... she'd said I shouldn't worry if she was late, so I assumed she'd be late! And felt the urge, and took advantage! Came home early and went the distance, did everything! Fragrant bath, my prettiest bra and panties and camisole,...
"She knows! How can she know?" I asked myself while swallowing hard. Panic began to spread through me as the questions raced through my mind. I took a deep breath and then another. She just stood at the end of the bed staring at me. The slight curl on her lips could have been mischievous, or it could have been predatory. I couldn't tell. Suddenly, there were sounds from the hall as the door opened and David stepped into the room. He was followed by a pretty girl pushing a small cart with...
After Lucy understood what the professor had said, she couldn’t help but feel sexually aroused. She could feel her pussy getting wetter at the proposition the professor lay before her. Snapping Lucy back to reality, the professor asked her to stand up. As she did the professor pulled her closer until she was inches from the professor’s face. This time Lucy made the first move. Leaning in, Lucy laid her lips on Susan’s. Her kiss became more passionate as Susan matched its intensity. Their...
Three months after we moved in together, I decided I wanted to see Harriet fool around with another man.I knew she'd never go for it. She wasn't the type.She was a traditional kind of woman, wasn't overly concerned with her career, and had no grand plans for the future. She'd left school with decent grades but no desire to go into further education. At eighteen, she'd taken a quiet administration job at the local council and been there ever since. I asked her once if she ever thought about...
CuckoldOne day a friend of mine was over at my house helping me install a new sink in my bathroom. I have a dirty panty fetish so I always like to make sure a fresh pair of my wife's dirty panties are out if a repair man or friends are over. It turns me on to think of other guys smelling my wife's pussy and jacking off thinking about her scent. That day, I made sure to leave my wife's dirty thong hanging over the top of our hamper next to where the sink was being replaced. This particular thong was a...
On holiday recently, as a chubby, fifty-something I don't expect to get much, if any attention. Especially in the holiday camp swimming pool and even more especially from a hot, younger lady.I was swimming, enjoying the cooling effect of the water. I was looking around too. The older mums, with various body shapes and sizes from the plump, shiny, bouncing boobs to the washboard stomachs in bikinis. Then there were the younger lady's (late teens and early twenties), some shy in one-pieces some...
Andi - Chapter 2 By oopster The next day, I woke up from the most peaceful night's sleep I could remember for a very long time. The little girl bed that I had been sleeping in, had been one that felt so soft, so comfortable, that it seemed a possible distraction to getting any sleep, but I'd fallen asleep almost as soon as my head had hit the pillow. I sat up and yawned with my arms outstretched reaching for the skies. After returning from the toilet, Babs was waiting for me...
Paul had been working all day and the heat really was getting to him so he went inside to grab a glass of water. As he got inside he could hear moaning, he immediately knew what it was as he crept closer to the door he could hear a gentle buzzing and Kay saying something.. This was getting him hot under the collar he leaned in closer ... He was getting hard It was time to make his move. Kay had bin teasing herself with the Trojan Vibrating Finger when she heard a noise but was to far gone to...
Erotic FictionMeine Freundin hat einen schönen Kleingarten mitten in der großen Stadt. So ist es auch kein Wunder das wir dort im Sommer viel Zeit dort verbringen. Immer wieder schön an einem heißen Tag etwas zu schaffen und dabei zu entspannen. Man hat unterhält sich gerne mal am Zaun mit dem Nachbar oder trinkt hier oder da mal ein Bier zusammen. Echt schön so ein Gärtnerleben.Leider war meine Freundin für ein paar Wochen weg und so musste ich mich ganz alleine um den Garten kümmern. Macht dann leider nur...
"A Charlotte Belle" PART 1: GOING HOME The flight home from my grandfather's funeral seemed like eternity as a sat in my seat, peering out the window into the darkness. Occasional dots of patterned light would pass below us every five minutes or so, signaling the small towns of the American south. As I reclined in my seat I thought of him and the bittersweet days following his death. My mother's family had not been together as a whole in over 15 years; Aunts, Uncles, cousins seeing...
My Daughters Best Friend Pt 1 It was around 3 in the morning and I was sitting at the kitchen table, with my legal pad in front of me, pen in my hand and my mind as blank as a Washington congressman during the winter break. I got up and opened a new box of red wine and poured some for myself. I was wearing only a terrycloth robe and my boxers. It was a full moon and enough light was coming in the window near the table that I didn’t turn the light on. I sat back down and looked at the...
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LesbianI love to watch my wife with other men,I've had this desire almost as long as I have known her. We were both teenagers & virgins on our first encounter so neither of us had ever had sex with anyone else. The desire to see her with other men all started for me one night on a date with her when we parked in a neighborhood park. We were in the back seat totally nude & enjoying each others bodies. Suddenly a light was being shone on us & the car door opened,we were startled & scared as we could see...
SwingerI recently lost my job and was struggling to pay the rent and bills. My sister Rickie and called me and i told her my situation and she said i could come live with her till i got back on my feet, i was happy to oblige. Rickie was 5'4 dirty blonde hair, firm tits, sculpted abs, firm round ass, Hot!!!. She is a fittness instructor at one of the local gyms so looking good was a part of her job. Anyway i told her i would think about it and get back to her. It didn't take me long to decide, i loved...
VoyeurI admit it, I was nervous. I know a guy isn't supposed to get nervous, but I'd had feelings growing for Natasha for quite a while and this was the first opportunity to be alone with her for an extended period of time. What was going to happen? Anything? Were any of my fantasies and dreams going to come true or were we going to enjoy a platonic weekend together? My fantasies and dreams had been rather explicit from time to time. Generally, they were just overall feelings of happiness every...
The hot water hit my face soothing it and waking me up at the same time. It had been a weird couple of days. First I had made love with Heather. It had been wonderful. She didn’t want a relationship, so I tried for at least a one-time stand with Sarah. That did not go well. It turned out she was a complete bitch. I found Caitlin in the woods, swimming nude, and we had made love while trying to outrun the rain, which was killer. Then she dropped the bomb that she couldn’t have a relationship...
Lorena had been busy playing bartender all night, and had watched her brother keep a conversational ball rolling as he stayed between their mother and father, a buffer so that their fight wouldn't really get started. They had been surprised at so much attention from their kids, Lorena saw, and before the evening was over, everybody was more or less enjoying themselves. There had been only a few sly cuts, and even those lessened as the night wore on, helped considerably by the double...
Copyright 2009 by Zeta All rights reserved This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright. Crime and Punishment is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincidental Table of Contents Prologue Chapter 1: Crime Chapter 2: Induction Chapter 3: Inducement Chapter 4: Preparation Chapter...
I had just got a call from Cathy earlier that day, all she said was "I'm going to take you to the movies tonight" "What we going to see babe?" "It's a surprise sexy!" "Well, sex slave could you at least tell me what your wearing babe?" She giggled, her little sexy laugh made me get a boner instantly. "Well, I just got of the shower, so I am absolutely naked babe. I wish you were here so I could fuck you!" "Will we be able to fuck tonight?" Heck, I would make sure I rammed my cock inside her...
EroticFriday, January 29th – Sahabah, The Hidden Realm Rashid gazed down at the lovely figure of Faiza, Kyle's own mother. Somehow, Hecate had dominated this woman. Greed burned through him. He could see the potential, but what was her true cost? What did Hecate truly hope to gain out of this alliance. He didn't believe her declaration of revenge. The lose of a few pawns would hardly matter to the dark goddess. "Let us speak in private and discuss the terms of our alliance." Faiza...
They were in Hawaii, on a trip that was part business, part holiday. Em was feeling neglected. She didn’t like that, it wasn’t really her. It was inevitable, however, because the business part of it involved Ambrose and he was only around for a bit of the playtime Em had imagined they would have. That would end soon. Ambrose had only a few more days of talking to people (that’s what he did) before he could relax properly too. Em knew he wanted to relax and that it would be nice when he did,...
The woman hurried towards me, then when she was close enough for there to be eye contact, she pulled up. For a moment I thought she was going to run away. Then she put one foot in front of the other, moving at a snail’s pace.“Martin?” she asked, extending a cautious hand.“And you must be Meghan,” I said as we shook.“Sorry I’m late. Only…”“Think nothing of it.” I glanced up at the town hall clock, as I had done at intervals for the past quarter of an hour, registering each passing minute,...
Wife Lovers“Baby girl?” Dad asked. He also knocked at the door to my bedroom. It was about ten o’clock and a school night. I was sixteen, not very tired, and had just turned out my light. I turned it back on.“How’s mom?” I asked back.“She’s fine. She’s asleep now.” Mom had a bad cold and took a fair amount of medication for it.I remember I was wearing my red zippered Minnie Mouse pajamas. My hair was longer then, but I looked pretty good, all things considered. I mean, I didn’t think I looked that great,...
IncestDuring these weeks I saw less and less of Ryan. He'd show up from time to time to run another ad or to spend the night with me, but it wasn't like it used to be. I was tied up a lot of the time in our bed; usually dressed in lingerie and sometimes simply naked. He'd bind my arms over my head on the bed and do cocaine from different parts of my body. Then he'd lift my legs, exposing my cunt and fuck me. Often after he was done using me he'd leave. I stopped asking where he was going...
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I am terrified of flying but i wish to see the world!I decide to go on a trip, where shall i go? I talk to a travel agent and she talks me into the irish coast. I have always wanted to kiss the the "Blarney Stone", as an irish american i agree. The day comes to go to the airport and i am anxious but scared. I call a cab and go despite my aprehension. I check my luggage and get my boarding pass. Of course the security check point line is huge.I have time before my flight so i decide to get a...
My name is Vicky I am in Jaipur. Now I am 27 working as a manager in a reputed firm, I Started to work at the age of 23. Now I am in good post. I want to tell you all the readers of this site my real life story how I had my first sex with a colleague in my office. She is married lady aged 25a keralite (to describe her… she is beautiful sexy lady…I think I don’t need to give more description more than this.). She had been working in the same office where I work for 3 yrs. However, we never...
The beginning of the Christmas Holidays lightened everyone's mood a little. The successful execution of the plan to have Sasha and Millie picked up after Marvin's extraction helped boost everyone's confidence that the bigger project had a chance of success. The one depressing item was Admiral Grayson's refusal to even consider leaving Earth. Toby, Jake and Janet had gone ahead with the original plan and submitted applications for graduate study to the Dean of Admissions at MIT. They were...
An Early 21st Century Love AffairThis story was written and dedicated to my firt www.xhamster.com friend, hope you enjoy it.The sound of rain hitting the window was the first thought in my mind as I woke in the dim predawn light. I had slept so soundly that it seemed that I had not moved a muscle, yet I felt as if I had run a race and needed to stretch to get my joints limbered up. As my mind began to clear from the deep sleep the reality of the changes in my life began to come back to me.I...
I didn't feel good all of Sunday. I could only think about the predicament I was in. Would he listen to me? Please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please! Monday at school distracted me from meeting Mr. Grayson but as soon as the last bell rang I felt butterflies take flight in my stomach. I stopped at home to put my book bag away then told my mom I was going to go meet some girlfriends. I stood outside his front door and took a deep breath. I couldn't put this off. I rang the...
Hello everybody. My name Nadeem and I am from Baramulla, Kashmir. Being a regular reader of ISS since 2010 I also decided to share my stories here which are indeed true. Without wasting time to talk about my physique and facial comments I would rather give a brief info of myself to you. I am a student of 12th class and come from a middle class traditional Kashmiri family were we are not that much free as rest of India in fact here we can’t even talk freely to our female family member. The story...
IncestHi, every sex story readers. My name is Rohan and I am from Delhi basically, but working in Dubai as a business development manager. As a part of my job, I keep traveling between India, Saudi, Dubai, and few other places. Ladies who would like to have sex chat, phone sex or an NSA relationship may contact me at I have been reading stories on Indian Sex Stories for a long time now. This is my first submission though. This is a true story, although I have spiced it up by adding some fiction to...
Disclaimer: Any person who does not approve of erotic male to male sex or male to boy sex should leave this story now. Any names used have no bear5ing on any person living or dead and any resemblance is strictly coincidental. This story is fiction. Chapter 1. The year is 2026. My name is Brin Suddak. I am an employee of the United Nations war crimes investigation service. I have been working in Central Africa, investigating the slaughter of over 1500 young boys and girls by the ALNA, a new and...
GayI woke up early in the morning, my hand still nestled in between Cindy's thighs. I needed to get up to use the bathroom, but I hesitated, not wanting to disturb or awaken either of them. This thought lasted only long enough for my brain to process the urgency my bladder had been broadcasting. Cindy moaned softly, as I slowly removed my hand, but she didn't fully waken. I was cleaned up and ready to got to work when Shirley walked into the kitchen, as naked as could be, with a mischievous...
Robin does not want to be an anal virgin anymore...Robin is a very gorgeous girl; she has a beautiful face, long blonde hair to her ass and a figure that is absolutely outrageous. For 18 this girl has what Marilyn Monroe looked like with hips, tiny waist, and big tits. Honest to god she wars a 32D bra. I am 19 years old and pretty normal for a boy I love women and love to fuck them. After all I have not yet had the pleasure of fucking my gorgeous girl and I really want to. One day after...