The Adventures of Calvin Michael JohnsonChapter 9
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"Sir," Corporal Wilhelm, the leader of third platoon, spoke up hesitantly.
"What?" Stu asked, annoyed at being interrupted while making attack plans. "Do you have something to add?"
"Well, sir," Wilhelm told him, "we don't... uh... have quite enough men to do what you're planning."
"What?" Stu asked, glaring at him. What the hell did he mean, not enough men? He had five fucking platoons didn't he? One less than he had started the battle with, but still five.
"My platoon is down to about sixty percent strength," Wilhelm reminded him. "I only have twenty-five guys left after the air raids last night and sniping runs the day before. And I was already understrength to begin with. I also lost one to desertion last night."
"I'm in the same boat, sir," Sergeant Lima, of first platoon reminded. "Remember, my men took the brunt of that first attack and those two napalm runs. I have only twenty-eight left."
"All of the other platoons are understrength as well," Stinson added, wondering if maybe he should have just shot the crazy son-of-a-bitch a few minutes ago when he might have been able to get away with it. He had been close, very close to doing it. Only fear of Barnes and what would happen to him upon his return to Garden Hill had kept him from it. After all, he had no proof of what had occurred between Stu and Colby. "My reorganized platoon only has thirty-six men, including myself."
Stu took a few deep breaths, looking at the men around him, seeing their doubting expressions. Now that they had said it aloud, he realized that they were right - they did not have the numbers that he had thought they had. And he should have known that! Hadn't he been the one to conduct roll call that very morning? It had to be the fatigue getting to him. He had only had about six hours of sleep in the last three days.
"Forgive me," he said, his mind clicking along. "You're right of course, I don't know what I was thinking. But in the end, it doesn't really matter."
"It doesn't matter?" Stinson asked.
"We'll reorganize again," Stu said. "We'll move our men around so that each platoon has twenty-eight people. The rest will be in the reserve squad that will provide covering fire. That's fifty-six men on each flank to get around the outside of those hills and into the enemy rear. That will be enough."
"Sir..." Stinson started, not the least bit confident in this plan.
"It will be enough," Stu said. "Remember, they're sitting up on those three hills over there. We're not going to rush right into them; we're going around to the back where they're not protected. But we need to do it fast before they think to shift their forces around. So let's get it done. Here's the plan..." He began to talk.
Though none of the leaders liked his plan very much, they listened.
"Okay," Brett said as he looked at the mass of Auburn soldiers down below. "It looks like they're gathering into two larger attack groups. They're gonna try to outflank us again."
Jason was half watching the instruments on the panel to make sure they didn't drift up or down from the hover and half watching the view outside. Inside, Brett's hands were instinctively keeping them rock solid in place, the altimeter and the forward airspeed indicator not moving a micrometer. Outside, the plans of the militia were obvious even to him. The tiny figures below could be seen to be gathering into two distinct groups. They were marching either to the east or the west of their central position, moving through the trees and behind the hills outside of the sight of the friendly forces in the trenches. They left a small group of ten men or so in the center but the rest were taking up positions well to the outside.
"Matt, Chrissie, Michelle," Brett said into the VHF frequency. "Get ready to shift positions. They're planning a flanking attack on both sides of you, looks like fifty or so men on each flank."
All three platoon leaders acknowledged his transmission and told him they were standing by for movement orders. Brett took his eyes off the view outside and consulted the map, pulling it over to him from Jason's lap and trusting him to keep an eye on their flight status. "All right," he said into the radio, his eyes tracking over grids and trench numbers. "Michelle, move your platoon over to grid Delta 7 and spread out equally through trenches 20, 22, 23, and 25. If they move forward from their push-off point, the troops gathering on that right flank are going to come directly at that position."
"Copy, Brett," she said. "We're on the way."
"Be sure to have at least one automatic in each trench if you can," he advised.
"Will do."
"Did your replacement for Helen show up?" he asked next.
"Affirm, Janice Milligan took over her gun. We're ready to rock."
"Good," Brett said. "Get going."
He looked at the map again for a moment and then back outside, comparing the features on paper with the terrain where the troops on the left flank were gathering. He traced the most likely avenue of advance around the hill where Matt and his platoon were currently in place. "Matt," he said after a few moments of thought. "I want you to deploy to grid Delta 2 and occupy trenches 3, 5, 7, and 9. That'll give you a good spread to hold them against the left flank attack."
"On the way," Matt said.
Brett continued to stare downward for a few moments, continuing to allow Jason to monitor the instruments. What he was doing was yet another gamble and this time it wasn't such a sure thing. He had just spread out the two flank guards to a point far away from Chrissie's position. If this gathering below was a ruse designed to trick him into doing just what he was now doing, the entire force of the militia would be able to quickly switch back to where they had been and drive right at Chrissie and her people. 120 or so men attacking a single, unprotected position at once would surely overwhelm them, even with air support. He did not like leaving so much to chance. He did not like having to guess whether or not the fatigue that the militia commander or commanders had to be experiencing was preventing them from coming up with a complex plan like that. Was there anything to be done about this?
"You okay, Brett," Jason asked, taking his eyes off the panel to look at him. "You seem a little... well..."
"Hesitant?" Brett asked, giving a weak smile.
"Yeah."
"I'm all right," Brett said reassuringly, troubled both by the gamble and by the fact that the troops he was commanding were obeying his orders so blindly. "I'm just trying to think through something. We never have a General Patton around when we need one."
"What do you mean?" Jason asked.
"Never mind," Brett told him. It was never a good idea to let the troops know that their commander was having doubts. "I'm just a little tired like everyone else. Am I still on VHF?"
"Yeah," Jason confirmed. "And you're starting to drift forward a bit. Might want to pull back a little."
Brett glanced at his forward airspeed indicator and saw that it was indeed starting to creep up a hair. "Thanks," he told him, making the correction and stabilizing them once more. He keyed up the headset again. "Chrissie, you there?" he asked.
"Right here," she said, her own voice sounding more than a little tired. "And I have two fresh replacements for my casualties as well."
"Copy that you're up to strength again. I'm gonna spread your platoon out a little bit to try and get you closer in to where the action is going to be. Split in two and occupy the trenches to the east and west of you. That'll be 12, 14, 15, and 17. Once you're there you'll be able to provide a little crossfire on both sides of you. However, if they change their minds and come up the middle, you're gonna have to try and hold the whole shebang back until the flanks can get back over to reinforce you."
"What do you think the odds are that they might try that?" Chrissie asked, obviously uncomfortable with the though of holding the whole shebang back with only 27 troops.
"Slight," Brett assured her. "But this is war and anything's possible."
"Copy," she said. "We're moving."
Brett watched them move. From the friendly positions the Garden Hill soldiers began to scramble out to the rear. They looked like ants leaving an anthill from his altitude. They moved quickly, not quite in formation, trotting back for sixty or seventy yards and then moving parallel to the trench network towards their new assignments. Brett, watching from above, could plainly see that the hills and trees of the terrain were between they and the peering eyes of the enemy. He was reasonably certain that the shifting of forces would be unobserved and therefore unexpected.
It took the better part of ten minutes for all of them to make the shift. During this time Brett saw no noticeable change in the Auburn formations, which were still in the process of moving themselves. "It looks like we pulled it off," he told Jason. "Now let's get Steve on the horn and tell him to get another egg ready for us. We won't drop it yet, we'll just hover up here with it to intimidate them."
Jason grinned. "I'd hate to have you fighting against me," he said, reaching for the radio controls.
Brett returned the grin silently, only hoping he was worthy of this praise.
Brett touched down a few minutes later, reasonably confident that the battle would not start without him. While Steve and his crew wheeled over another napalm tank and began to attach it, Brett stepped out of the helicopter, leaving the engine running. He stretched his cramped muscles, feeling a little twinge in his back. "I'm gonna go drain some fluids while we're down here," he told his own crew. "Be right back."
He trotted across the parking lot, his feet splashing through the perpetual puddles in the asphalt, and in the side door of the community center. He headed for the nearest bathroom, which was just off the staircase, and went inside. It was very dim in the room, the only lighting coming from a small window over the urinals. He ignored the stand-up fixtures and went instead to the stall, where the inevitable hose assembly and bucket of water was in place for ease of flushing.
After draining his bladder into the toilet and going through the flushing procedure, he went back out into the hallway. Instead of heading back to the parking lot right away, he headed in the other direction, towards the makeshift hospital room that had been set up in the former conference room. He opened the door slowly and stepped inside.
The room had been stocked and set up well in advance of the battle. Ten cots or rollaway beds had been placed side by side in rows with only narrow corridors between them. In one corner of the room a large shelf had been constructed and it was full of linen, bandaging material, IV bags from the helicopter, and various medications. Currently only one of the beds was occupied. Susan Michaels lay with a sheet and blanket pulled up to her mid-chest, just above her breasts. She was awake but appeared to be heavily medicated. Her eyes were half-lidded and, despite the wound she had suffered, there was a slight smile on her face. A heavy trauma dressing had been taped to her right shoulder. Little spots of dark blood stained its otherwise white surface. Hanging from a makeshift pole on the left side of the bed was an IV bag. The tubing ran down to her left arm. Janet, who had been moved from the childcare detail to the medical detail for the time being, was sitting in a stool next to her.
"Hi, Brett," she said, smiling a little as she saw him. "What are you doing down here?"
"We're down getting another air strike ready," he replied, "so I came in to tap a kidney. How we doing in here?"
"I'm hangin in there," Susan said, her grin widening a bit. Her words were thick and slurred, as if she was drunk. "I can't move my arm any more but Janet here gave me some really good dope to help me out."
"Oh yeah?" Brett asked. "Did you give her some of the morphine?" El Dorado Hills, though they had not volunteered to allow their physician to fly out for the battle, had donated considerable medical supplies for stabilization and pain control. Morphine, Dilaudid, and Demerol - all heavy narcotics - were among those staples.
Janet nodded. "And a few other things," she said.
"She let me burn a joint in here," Susan said. "Some of the good shit too. I'm flyin higher than you were."
Brett laughed a little. "I'm glad you're feeling okay, Suse," he said, reaching down and giving her good hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry you had to get shot up to have it happen."
"Fuckin bullet just came flyin in there," Susan said. "Boom, and next thing I know, I'm bleeding all over the damn place. Some soldier I am."
"It's not your fault you got hit," Brett told her. "You did good out there. You guys threw back that first strike and put a serious fucking hurt on those assholes."
"Good," she said. "I only wish poor Helen would've been as lucky as me. I saw her when they brought us in." She shook her head a little, a tear forming in her eye.
Brett had noted the absence of Helen in the room when he came in. "Did she go easy?" he asked Janet.
"As easy as could be," Janet told him. "She was still awake but couldn't breathe very well. I... well... I gave her morphine to quiet her." She paused a little, a tear forming in her eye as well. "A lot of morphine."
Brett put his arm around her and gave her a comforting hug. "That's all you can do, Janet," he told her. "It's better that way."
"I know," she said softly. "I just wish I knew why we're going through all of this. Why are those men attacking us, killing our people and making us kill them? What's the point of it all? Haven't enough people died from the comet?"
"I don't know, Janet," he said. "It doesn't make a lot of sense to me either."
They stood that way for a moment, Brett's arm around her, both of them silently watching Susan, who had lost track of the conversation and was staring intently at a Thomas Kincaid reprint on the wall.
"I'd better get back up there," Brett said at last, breaking the embrace. "Part two is about to start."
"What kind of casualty count are we looking at?" Janet wanted to know.
He shrugged, unable to give her even a guess. "As few as possible I hope," he told her.
"Another napalm canister on the chopper, sir," Corporal Andrews said, pointing up at the aircraft that was just now spiraling up to altitude from the direction of the town.
"Jesus," Stu said, shaking his head and looking at it with fear. "How many of those fucking things do they have?" He was gripping his rifle closely as he lay on his stomach behind a fallen log three hundred yards from the center hill held by the Garden Hill bitches. Around him, on both sides and utilizing every piece of cover they could find, was every man that had not been sent out to accomplish the flank attacks: a grand total of ten uninjured and twelve that were too wounded to participate in the attack but well enough to fire a gun. He and this rag-tag understrength collection made up the new fifth platoon of the militia and their job would be to put covering fire on the center hill during the attack.
"What should we do?" Andrew asked fearfully, wanting very badly to bolt and run as far away as he could.
"Hold here until they start to close," Stu said, lifting up his radio. He keyed it up. "Heads up everyone," he said into it, transmitting his words to all squad and platoon leaders, "the chopper is back in town and it has another canister beneath it. Keep an eye on it and scatter if it tries to close with you. Remember, do it organized and that thing can't hurt you. Panic, and it'll kill you."
No one acknowledged his words but he knew that everyone had heard them. He continued to watch the helicopter and it's deadly cargo, waiting for it to start an attack run. But it didn't. It simply took up a watching position over the Garden Hill positions and went into a hover.
"Come on, asshole," Stu challenged. "You want to hit us, then do it."
The chopper didn't budge. Soon Stu was forced to conclude that it was holding its canister in reserve. Probably, he figured, because they didn't have any troops near the main concentrations to fire the tracer rounds that would ignite the napalm. Maybe they were even now moving those troops over!
"Sir?" Andrews said, breaking his concentration a little.
"Shut the fuck up," Stu barked at him. "I need to get this attack rolling before they think to shift their positions around." He keyed up his radio again. "Stinson, Lima, are you in position?"
"We're formed up over here," Stinson's voice said. He was in command of the troops hitting the left flank. "What's the word on that helicopter? Is it going to hit us again?"
"I don't know what the fuck its gonna do," Stu barked into the radio. "Do I look like a fuckin psychic? Just get ready to move in."
There was a crackle of static on the frequency and then a prolonged pause with the carrier open. Finally Stinson's voice replied: "Sure, we're ready when you give the word."
"Good," Stu said. "Lima, you there?"
"Here, sir," Lima, who was a little greener than Stinson, replied instantly. "We're in position and ready to advance."
"All right," Stu said. "We're going to start putting fire on that hill in front of us to keep their heads down. Once you hear our gunshots, both of you move in. Keep me advised on your progress. I want to be standing on top of those fucking hills looking down at a bunch of dead bitches in less than thirty minutes."
After both leaders acknowledged his orders he turned to his own men. "All right," he told them. "Let's start shooting."
They opened up, most firing single-shot rifles, a few with semi-autos, and Stu with his fully automatic M-16. They peppered the ground on the hill before them, the concussions from the shots stinging their ears. They had absolutely no idea that there was not a soul in occupancy on the hill they were firing at.
On the flanks the two groups of fifty-six men heard the echo of the fire reach them. Their commanders gave the order - in both cases with a distinct lack of enthusiasm - and they stood up and began to move. They formed up loosely, as they had before, with no clear point position and with their numbers spread widely, only a few layers deep. They moved at a near run, their weapons held at the ready, their eyes searching the terrain before them for the telltale flash of weapons firing. Though they were anxious, none of them thought that they were going to be fired upon until they were well forward and starting to come around behind the outside positions that had pasted them so soundly in the first attack. They were at the far end of the range of those hills. None of them, not a single one, seriously considered the thought that their enemy might have shifted place to put themselves in front of them once more.
"They're moving in," Brett's voice announced over the VHF radio a moment later. "Estimate fifty to sixty troops heading rapidly towards both flank positions. Matt, Michelle, get ready for them. You should have a visual any second now."
Michelle spotted her quarry first, or at least one of her women did. Within a few seconds, everyone had spotted the line of dirty soldiers trotting towards them through the mud and around the trees. Weapons came to bear and safeties were clicked off. Everyone felt the anticipation of battle slip away to be replaced by the almost relieving adrenaline rush that came with the actuality of it.
They watched silently as the line continued to close in, not needing to assign targets since everyone already knew their sector of responsibility. Michelle gave no last minute reminders to her troops as she had the first time. Her troops were veterans of this technique now and to do so would be insulting. Finally, after three agonizing minutes, the first of the enemy crossed the three hundred yard-yard barrier.
Michelle waited until nearly half of them had crossed over and then gave the order: "Riflemen, fire at will."
Rifles began to crack and bullets began to fly downrange. Even before the first bullet hit, the enemy were diving into the mud. Before the second volley was sent out, they were returning fire.
Within one minute of the first shot from Michelle's position, Matt's position a half a mile to the west opened up on the group advancing on them as well.
The second battle had begun.
Four of Stinson's men had been taken down with the initial volley and an additional two since then. Now everyone had found reasonably good cover behind rocks or trees. Stu's voice was screaming over the radio, demanding to know what the hell was going on but he ignored it for the moment. He fired a short burst at one of the flashes coming from the hill, knowing he probably wasn't hitting anything but doing it anyway.
"Goddammit, Brandon," he shouted at one of his corporals, "easy on that automatic. Bursts you asshole, bursts! Don't fire a whole fuckin clip off at once!"
Brandon ignored him completely, slamming another magazine in and firing half of it off with one trigger pull. Perhaps the first three bullets went where he had aimed them but the rest flew well over the top of the hills as the barrel was forced up.
Stinson ignored the fact that he'd been ignored and turned his attention elsewhere. Two of his squads were still lingering in the rear, where it was reasonably safe. "Sanders, Jackson," he barked at the leaders of those squads. "Get your people the fuck up here and help us put fire on that hill! Get in the fuckin war why don't you?"
They at least did as he ordered, bringing their understrength squads up to covering positions. One of them, a young private from the Grass Valley raid, didn't move fast enough or crouch low enough and was drilled with two bullets. Stinson shook his head a little, wondering just what the hell was going on. What were they doing out here, having a gun battle with a bunch of women? What was the damn point?
"Stinson, Lima," Stu's voice barked from the radio once more, "what the hell is going on out there? Report!"
"Asshole," Stinson muttered, ducking as the next volley of fire came rolling in from in front of them. The tree he was hiding behind took several shots right on the other side of his head. It was becoming such a common occurrence that he hardly jumped. He pulled out his radio and keyed up. "Stinson here," he said, shouting into it so he could be heard over the noise of gunfire, "we're taking fire from the hills at our one o'clock. I estimate platoon strength up there at least."
"Who is firing from up there?" Stu demanded. "They don't have that many people!"
"Well they sure as shit dug them up from somewhere!" Stinson yelled back. "Or maybe we're imagining all this fucking lead flying at us!"
"You watch your mouth with me," Stu said angrily. "Remember who you're talking to!"
"I remember," Stinson said. "We're pinned down at the moment but seem to be safe. The fire has slacked off some. I've got seven casualties."
"Hold in place for now," Stu told him. "And conserve ammo if you can. Lima, are you there? What's your situation?"
Lima's voice came on the air a moment later. He was very excited and gunfire could be heard in the background. "We're under fire from the hills," he yelled. "We're also taking crossfire from the left! I have nine dead and four wounded!"
There was a long silence over the airwaves as Stu pondered this new information. Finally he came back on. "Stinson, Lima," he said, "you need to move your troops forward. Split your commands in two and advance half at a time! One group gives covering fire while the other group moves forward and then you do it the other way."
Stinson looked at his radio in disbelief for a moment. Around him, those squad leaders that had radios were looking at theirs as well. Was Stu insane? Advance into that fire? The bitches hadn't even pulled out their automatic weapons yet.
"Stinson, Lima, Goddammit, did you copy me?"
Stinson keyed his radio up, not sure what was going to come out of his mouth. "Stu," he said into it. "With all due respect, we'll take very heavy casualties if we try to advance against them. They're behind heavy cover and they have automatic weapons."
"I agree with Stinson, sir," Lima cut in before Stu had a chance to reply. "I'm not sure we can take this hill with the troops we have available."
"Now listen up, you two," Stu growled back at them. "You will advance to those hills now! At this very fucking minute! We need to take them and get rid of this resistance while we have a fucking chance to do it, before they shift their forces around again and make it even harder. The covering fire from the static half of the advance will keep their heads down while the other half moves. You won't just be charging into a slaughter. Now fucking do it or I'll see every one of you that lives through this hang when we get back to Auburn! Or better yet, I'll fucking shoot you myself right here!"
There was another pause and then Lima's voice said: "Copy, sir. We'll be moving in."
Stinson continued to stare at his radio, shaking in fear and rage.
"Stinson," Stu's voice barked, "did you copy your orders?"
His men were looking at him, waiting for him to do something. Finally he did. He was naturally the type to avoid confrontation with others, particularly those in power over him. True, he had become somewhat more aggressive over the course of the march, he had even mouthed off to Stu just now. But when push came to shove, when the time for a real decision came, he found himself unable to deny the authority. "I copy," he said into the radio. "We'll be moving in shortly."
He actually heard the collective gasp of his remaining men as he said these words. He could feel the burning of their murderous glares upon his face. He was suddenly very scared, and not just of being killed in battle. But he allowed no fear to show on his face. Calmly, he turned to them. "You heard the man," he said evenly. "First, second, and third squads, get ready to advance. Fourth and fifth squads, get ready to lay down some covering fire."
Nobody moved, they all continued to glare at him. He stared back. "You guys want to mutiny?" he asked them. "You want to disobey orders and pull back from here? Go ahead if you dare. Just remember, you may be saving your asses for the moment, but we have to go back to Auburn eventually. You'll live through the battle but you'll hang for mutiny."
Uncertainty showed in most faces at his words. They realized there wasn't really much of an option. As perverse as it sounded, their best chance of long-term survival meant rushing into the onslaught of rifle fire.
"Let's get it done," Stinson said, sensing the change in mood. "We don't have all fuckin day. Fourth and fifth, covering fire!"
A rifle popped from one of the men, sending a bullet towards the Garden Hill positions. Another pop followed. Soon, nearly twenty rifles were firing at them.
"All right," Stinson said over the tactical radio, "first, second, and third squads, move in!"
They obeyed him. Though they had been on the very verge of mutiny a moment before, thirty men now pulled themselves to their feet, hefted their weapons, and began rushing forward.
The covering group fired as quickly as they could, plastering the hillside with bullets in an attempt to keep the enemy's head down. It worked to a certain degree but not quite as well as was hoped. The flashes of return fire still appeared only not as intense as the initial barrage. Men in the advancing platoon began to fall. Two of them fell down about thirty yards in and then another three went quickly after this. One more crashed to the ground at about the fifty-yard line.
"Get down," Stinson ordered over the tactical radio. "Get down and take cover!"
The men didn't have to be told twice. They hurled themselves into the mud and found whatever piece of shelter they could from the rain of lead that was hitting them. No sooner had they settled in however, than bullets began to plink in from another direction; from the hillside to the right of them.
"Goddammit," Corporal Givens, one of the squad leaders from the advancing half of the platoon, yelled into his radio. "We're taking fire from our two o'clock. They've got us in a fucking crossfire again!" Even as these words were leaving his mouth, the man to the right of him suddenly gasped and slumped forward as a bullet smashed through his shoulder and into his chest.
"Hold in place," Stinson yelled back. "Start putting fire on the hill in front of you! The sooner we make it to that hill, the sooner they stop shooting at us."
Givens heard this and shook his head in disgust. "What the fuck are we doing this for?" he mumbled to himself. To his men, he yelled: "Covering fire on the hill, right now!"
The rifles began to pop as the lead group took over the job of keeping the enemy occupied. Stinson gripped his rifle and looked at the men with him. "Let's go," he told them. "We'll advance to the left of Givens' group and take up position fifty yards in front of them. Go fast and keep low."
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Note : This story is completely fictional! My brother & I haven’t had pussy in months & the only dick we had was each other’s. Don’t get me wrong; I love my brother & his dick. But, sometimes, I just want to see, feel & suck someone else’s dick, & I know my brother feels the same way. Sometimes, you can pick up Bi guys in straight bars, & sometime if you get a straight guy drunk enough he will be content to gay sex, & to a threesome. So, we went to the local bar, just for a few drinks. We saw...
IncestOne very hot nite I awoke to find i was sweating and horny as fuck.To deal with the heat,i turned on the a.c. ,but now what about my horniess.I took my covers off,my bra off making my boobs bounce and my nipploes erect,and then took my underwears off showing my wet,shaven pussy and my big hips. I was completely nude in my bed.I got up out of bed to use the restroom,still naked since my parents wernt home, when i heard a banging on my brother's wall.I bet he was cumming since he does it 24/7.I...
“The date was good,” she said, and it was their fourth date. “And you can get fresh on the next one.” “Oh-ho,” he said. “That sounds great, but I’m gonna need that in writing,” he said, and now she laughed. “I have news,” said Lea. “Oh?” said Carlton. “Kari, has a boyfriend, a serious boyfriend. Oh, and he’s a college graduate. And interestingly, you know him, we all do,” she said. “And I’m supposed to guess?” he said. “It’s David Baker,” she said. “My accountant!” he said. “None...
The outfit laid out for her wasn't like anything she imagined it would be. It consisted of a low cut, short sleeved top that left her midriff bare, a short frilly skirt with pink lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the only underwear they'd provided was a pair of lacey white panties. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton and felt so flimsy that it might as well have been made from tissue paper. Just then there was a knock at the door and the assistant called...
I couldn't stop the tears from forming in my eyes as I stood among a large crowd of friends and family, watching a car festooned with colorful ribbons and trailing a string of clanging cans drive away with my only c***d in the arms of another man. Even though I knew they would be back in three weeks from their Hawaiian honeymoon, living not far away, I was feeling the loss and sadness every father feels when he sees his daughter suddenly choose another man to live with and love.As the crowd...
The month of February is also known in this village as the marriage month. Almost every year this month, the village Sultanpur would transform from the usual nice, quiet and un-eventful place to a carnival site. Many years back it was a series of coincidences that resulted in 6 marriages being held in the month of February. The 6 couples had prospered ever since and lived a happy, content and long life. Since then, people of Sultanpur had considered the month of February to be the most...
IncestDer Abendsonnenschein färbte das Meer Orangerot. Die leichte, kühle Brise war eine willkommene Abwechslung zur Hitze des Tages. Der Sommer hatte gerade angefangen aber an diesem Tag waren es schon durchgehend 30° C gewesen. Der Sand des Strandes hatte sich aufgeheizt und gab die Wärme nun wieder ab. Auf einem flachen Felsen, am Rand der Wasserlinie sass ein Mädchen, die Beine an die Brust gezogen und Sie mit den Armen umschliessend. Man hätte meinen können Ihr währe kalt. Das stimmte zwar, aber...
As Tim Brown sat down at the lunch table with Mike, he asked, “Do you like to fish?” Not recognizing the voice, Mike looked up from his plate. He didn’t know Tim all that well, and it took him a second to recall the man’s name. In fact, he had only met Tim in a couple of meetings. The man was normally very quiet, but people tended to listen when he spoke. He answered, “Yes, but I don’t have the time for it any more. My wife and I are fixing up our house. That kind of keeps us busy all of the...
I looked around in my room, I was surprised by complete changeover of my room, as I found the bed strewn with roses and jasmines all over. It was a pleasant surprise and I loved it. A sweet fragrance emanating from flowers was spreading and filling up the entire room. Then I watched the painting of fucking between a male and female which was gifted by my friend Deepak Kumar that he purchased from an Artisan was tugged in the wall of the bedroom. The atmosphere was too romantic and sexy. I saw...
We pulled up in front of the house. Our old one, that was still just as beautiful as usual. I couldn't believe that we had it. We had been gone a year, and were back in our old house. The first thing I did was set up my desk. We decided to all have our same rooms, and everything went back into the old places. My desk slipped perfectly back into its corner, the dresser opposite the bathroom door from the desk, and the bed on the other side of the room. The coiling mirror was re-installed, and...
Over time, their role-playing evolved from a niece and uncle scenario to Bonnie pretending she was Marie and started calling Mark daddy. Telling him how she wanted her daddy to fuck her hard. To grab her from behind and fuck her like a little bitch. Telling him how much she wanted to suck on daddy's big hard cock. When Bonnie first accidentally used the word daddy, one may call it a Freudian slip, she noticed how Mark became more aggressive in his actions. He grabbed her hips and started...
Harson woke up in the morning spooning Sofia, his erect cock and balls rubbing against her bottom cheeks. The prince opened his eyes, and memories came flooding back to him of the previous night's events. He'd released some sort of powerful being, a "genie", she'd called herself, who had sworn to fulfil his every desire. He'd lost his virginity to her, before taking the virginity of his young sister. Harson pulled away from his sister, and looked down on her. Large amounts of his cum...
This is my first story. To start the story I will give you a little background about myself. My name is Eric and I am 19 years old. I just got out of high school and am planning to join the military in the near future. I have a younger sister named Lori who is a little over a year younger than I am and has recently turned 18. We are from a small town in the Midwest and live in the middle of nowhere in an old farm house. I have been attracted to my little sister for the past two years and my...
IncestMy name is Ron. I graduated high school early and had also taken several college courses while still in high school. My sister April is pissed that her little brother is going to enter college as a sophomore, same as she will be. My goal is to finish my bachelor's degree one year before her and start on my masters in business, then work my way up to be the head of the biggest companies I can find.My part time summer job allowed me to take more courses, no free time but I felt I didn't have time...
Editor’s Note: The next pages are further notes taken by Dr Koehler Snr. Notes of meeting, Nurse Cassandra, Tuesday, 12/7, 8:53am ((notes re other patients deleted)) NC: There have been no major concerns about Mischa but there have been some interesting developments. She became upset this morning because she wanted to use the bathroom but Bec was not aware enough to be her escort. Nereida accompanied them and reported that Mischa showed a high level of care for Bec. I can’t imagine the...
100% fiction! My name is Will and my older brothers name is Ken and he's 4 years older than me. I worship my brother and he treats me alright except when he's around his friends. His two best friends were a black kid they call JoJo and a wimpy kid named Tommy. We have a clubhouse our dad built for us but they don't usually let me hang out with them. One evening I saw my brother and Tommy go in the clubhouse and they were acting suspicious. I snuck around in back of the clubhouse where there was...
IncestAs the days past and still no food, the gentle curves that had covered Christine's delicate bones flattened and disappeared. Soon, I could count the ribs shaping her chest. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyes became sunken. I viewed these changes with mixed feelings. "Show me your hands," I ordered one day, letting go of her bosoms and lifting her wrists. Her nails were broken and there were hard calluses upon each of her fingers. "Excellent," I muttered loudly, turning her hands so as to...
Miss-Spelled (Part 7) Kayleigh arrived with the book and Becca and Sarah in tow. "This is freaky," Kayleigh said. "I had to just gone to write in my diary. When I had gone to where I keep it, my diary wasn't anywhere, but this was there in it's place." I looked at the cover, there was the black mask associated with Ultio Ultionis. I took it off Kayleigh to get a closer look when I felt a sudden chill. "USE ME. GET YOUR REVENGE. USE ME NOW AND YOU SHALL HAVE PEACE" it...
I was sitting in the break room at work a few days ago when a page came over the intercom for me to answer a customer call. In that I was on break, I called the desk and asked if someone else could answer it for me, but was told that the customer had specifically asked for me, and told that I could begin my break anew if I took the call, so please to do so. Being a long standing employee, I of course did so, and now looking back I am certainly glad that I did. It wasn’t many...
Straight SexI awaken from my slumber with the sound of calling seagulls and waves crashing on the beach. Slowly stretching my limbs, I threw the thin silk sheets off my body. My eyes still shut, I procrastinated on getting up. Finally, I scrounge enough will power to get to my feet. Still half asleep, I stumble out through my bedroom bay doors to the outdoor shower. I could feel the slight tickle of the warm breeze across my naked body. Turning on the faucet, I could feel the cool water rushing over my...
Seit über zwei Monaten war ich jetzt schon hinter dieser geilen blonden Tussi hinterher. Mareike hieß dass Mädchen. Sie hatte gerade ihr Abi gemacht. An der Schule, an der ich als Hausmeister arbeitete. Ich weiß noch genau, wie die Kleine mich die ganzen letzten Jahren hinweg immer provoziert hatte. Jeden vedammten Tag war das Mädchen als letzte zur schulspeisung erschienen, und immer hatte sie gewartet bis ihre Kameraden weg waren. Erst dann hatte sie mir langsam, quasi in Zeitlupe, einen Euro...
Incest Friendly people only! I am 18 years old. My sister was 14 when we made our first porno. It didn't go exactly as planned as you'll see once you read the later half of our story. To describe myself, I am 18 years old. I have short brown hair and hazel eyes. I am skinny, pretty athletic, and well, I like playing video games as you'll see. My sister was 14 years old, she had long brown hair which reached to her breasts. She also has hazel eyes and is pretty skinny like me with...
"What do you know about Luella Dawson?" I asked Patricia over two plastic tubs filled with babies and splashing water. She was bathing Artemis while I did my best to get Atea to hold still for his bath. "You mean the bitch who crashed our wedding reception?" she laughed, "She's a vindictive witch with a mean streak a mile wide, why?" "What grudge is she holding against you?" I asked. I wasn't avoiding her question, I just wanted more context before I answered. "She used to run...
Threesome with my Indian aunt and friend (MFM)It was during lockdown due to corona virus spreading, my best friend Anil had come over to my place to play. Anil was my class mate and resided in the same street with his parents. Well, I am Rajesh studying high school in Bangalore and was staying at my aunt’s place. Shilpa aunty was my mom’s younger sister, married to Ramesh Babu who was an electrical engineer in KEB. Shilpa aunty was working as a receptionist in a nearby nursing home which was...
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. SUBJECT: A young masturbation addict is sent to a dominating older female who has a special interest in his secretion. (in this flashback scene we have the following tags: fetish, masturbation, handjob, big tits, older male, younger female, sweet dirty talk, prostate stimulation, milking, big cock, tease)Aunt Michelle’s Secret Formula – 7th ChapterMichelle sat in her huge king sized bed with canopy and satin sheets....
A short skirt barely covers Adria Rae’s firm ass as she considers her pool shot. Alex D. is expecting an easy win, but he can’t believe his eyes when Adria sinks shot after shot! When Adria wiggles her ass in front of Alex to line up her next shot, Alex decides to distract her by kissing her ass and the backs of her thighs. When he spreads Adria’s cheeks and slides his tongue from pussy to anus, Adria abandons the game entirely and gives in to the pleasure. Reaching backwards...
xmoviesforyouI am a video freak, I mean I love cameras of all types and using them also. I have become a great photographer and video production guy. People can't believe that at the age of fifteen I am so good at what I do. I have won many awards for my videos and photos. I started a business to make money making videos and taking photos. My sister, Sissy, who is ten years older than me and married came to me with a different kind of request. She wanted me to make a porno of her doing three strangers...
This story is different from my others. I consider this Humorous, but there is no sex in the story so I submitted it for posting under Non-Erotic. I understand that many of you will not think this story funny. IT IS NOT A SERIOUS STORY and no permanent damage done so please just take it lightly. There is a sequel to this story, so if accepted by the powers that be, the scales will balance out. ***** I Warned You ‘The doctor will be in to see you shortly,’ said the nurse with a huge smile on...
As I moved into the kitchen, lightning crackled outside, silhouetting her curves as she stood at the kitchen window, enthralled by the storm seething outside. I knew how it was affecting her because it affected me the same way. The raw fury of the wind and rain combined with the blinding lightning and deafening thunder caused our blood to rush through our bodies, filling each part with heat and energy. I came up behind her, knowing she knew I was there. I wrapped both arms around her, one...
Right out of the blue our friend Joan called and said she would be in town late Friday evening. This thrilled both Linda and me as we hadn’t seen Joan since she took a job in San Diego about seven months ago. I had worked with her before the company busted up and we had to find other jobs. Because I was tied down a bit, and mostly because she wasn’t, Joan found work out of town. So this was truly going to be a treat of a weekend. Little did Linda or myself realize just how much of a treat!
SERVITUDE SLAVE AGREEMENT:This Servitude Agreement is made between Tyrone and Keisha ( collectively ?Owners? or in the alternative ?Master? and/or ?Mistress?) and Paul (?slave?).Recitals:Whereas, Paul , a 19 years of age 5' 7"152lb white male desires to be a complete and wholly owned, in every way, full time live in slave to a superior dominant male/female black couple. Whereas, Tyrone (former professional heavy weight boxer and now a music industry mogul 32 years of age 6'4" 275lbs of...
"Hm, trust you?""Yes, trust me. I trust you...remember my 4. term......you get to meet them and tell them how they can behave, and what they can do.....for all I know I end up in the bathroom, sitting in the corner and getting golden showers from three guys....so, yes, you have to trust me on my 5. term.""Ok", I nodded....and we cuddled up, just lying there for a while.The days went by, sleep, eat, work and everyday life. I like everyday life. Getting up early, drink coffee and watch the...
Hi,I am a regular ISS reader. This is my first story so ill be eagerly waiting for comments. My email-id is Coming to my story, first let me describe my mom. Her name is Kishori. Her figure is 36-30-36. My father is a businessman. He is out of the home most of the time. This incident happened a week before. I started reading iss a year back and incest stories used to excite me but i never got further than just touching my moms butts or side boobs. But i didnt know that she got attracted...
IncestAs I told you earlier, I would have been nervous jogging at night in the nude through any ordinary neighborhood. I was strangely calm because not only was no one around this late in this quiet neighborhood but if anyone saw me, they would have assumed I was just some random free person who felt like a late-night naked jog. As you may have guessed, I am not an extrovert, and I was not used to being naked outside. The grass was wet from dew, and the air was thick and refreshing. The only...
When you're married, it's okay to have little fantasies about other men; everyone does it, and it's enough to get you through the mundane parts - until it's not.When it wasn't enough, I went about seeking horny men out on erotic websites and having a bit of dirty talk. A little flirt for the old ego. All innocent enough, cheating - yes in some minds, no in others - but nothing physical happens, so what's the harm?The harm comes when the thrill wears off and you begin to seek more. More thrill,...
CheatingHowdy. My name is John, John Fears. And I am the founding father of the Camp Cauldron Bathhouse Motel. My family and I first came up to Camp Cauldron when I was about eighteen. Eighteen was a budding age of emotional and hormonal, well hormones for me. I don’t remember much about that first trip. I remember Ma packing too much food for my older brother’s girlfriend, whose name was Amalie. Amalie, I knew her obviously as my brother’s girlfriend that he always brought along on family outings or...
VoyeurThe weekend had arrived again, and like I do every weekend, I was getting ready to head out on a hike. Once again, my name is Jason and I am a 27 year old, white male, standing at 5 feet, 10 inches tall and weighing in at 145 pounds. I have a toned body with muscular arms and slightly visible abs. My cock is nice and thick and measures in at 6.5 inches and I sport a tight, round, bubble butt that guys absolutely love. As I said, I was getting ready to head out on my weekend hike which meant at...
I was hot….and he knew it from the moment he walked in the door from work. Actually, he should have known well before that because at lunch time, I decided to use my vibrator to get myself in the mood for a night of hot sex with my husband and I had sent him several texts letting him know what I was doing. They were something like this: Me: Want to know what I am doing? Him: Sure…tell me Me: I have the big, thick blue vibrator out from our special box and am putting it to good use. Him:...
Oh Mary 3Following on from the time on the train, which I guess is a couple of years ago now, Mary's appetite for extra cock had developed as had my own enjoyment of being cuckolded. Roger had faded away and been replaced by a string of other well hung men who openly fucked her in front of me. Mary grew quite fond of one, Paul who was only in his early 20s. He has a very slim build which only accentuates his very large thick cock. It almost looks incongruous as it cantilevers out 10 inches from...
They pulled in at North Canyon Rapids an hour or so later -- no one was wearing a watch -- and called it good enough for the day. The hike out of there proved to be pretty good, and dinner was good, too. Al had some stories to tell around a tiny campfire that evening, and Crystal spent a few minutes talking about her beautiful trip down the Inside Passage on a salmon boat called the Glacier Bay a couple years before, and how they had to cross one wide opening in very bad conditions. A rogue...
Saskia sees I see she's well awake, as only of the three try-out SM-in-Spain friends.Saskia sees this is her best chance to take first place at me & seduce for her plans.Saskia collects all her courage to seduce me into a short to stop to switch places.Saskia collects all her courage. Dares to do to me, what she no-one ever offered.Saskia has a perfect perverse plan to propose her most wanted warm woman wish.Saskia has a precise plan in several stages. This tale tells how hotly she...
After grandpa started playing with me and our mutual interests were realized, things got a bit more intense. Grandpa turned his old shed by the lake into a play room for us. He would tell grandma that we were going fishing and just liked that we were in our own little world. At first all grandpa wanted was to keep his cock inside of me as long as he could. He would take pills that would keep him hard for a long time and he would spend hours putting me in different positions and he would fuck...
Kellie drove over and waited at the High School for Sara, her sister in all the ways that mattered. She thought back to their first meeting, back in elementary school:She had been a new student and it was hard. She wore homemade clothes and was from an ultra-religious family. It took a long time begging her father to let her go to school instead of being taught at home. He argued against it, but finally gave in when she promised to be extra attentive at daily services before and after school....
MILFdear iss readers meine pehle bhi ek kahani ” Chhoti si chudai ” pesh ki thi aur meri yeh ek real story hai jisko mein pesh karne ja raha hu. Mene pehle kaha tha ki mein ek home appliances co. mein engineer hu aur koi khas foult me hi customer ke paas jana padta hai baki to hamare service centre se hi ho jata hai. Ek baar mujhe mere boss ne ek address diya aur kaha ki yaha unka sound system nahi chal raha hai aur baar baar problem aata hai dekh lo aur agar jarurat pade to replace karwa do. mein...
The minute I open my eyes and see Nathan’s sleeping face, a smile plays on my lips. Memories from last night come flooding back. His legs are intertwined with mine, and his large arm is thrown over my waist. I smile, looking at him sound asleep. This all still seems too good to be true. Nathan. His name is Nathan and I haven’t seen him in almost a year. We met in High school, and ended up going to the same college, we dated the entire time. He had always wanted to travel, and when he was...
The Tutor By Amy Carlisle (c)2002 No thunder. And no lightning. It was a good start. Yes, I know, it rarely storms indoors, let alone in an endocrinologist's waiting room, but after all these years, the simple everydayness of this visit was something entirely unexpected. At first too nervous to notice my surroundings, one hour and forty minutes of waiting made me intimately familiar with every untidy nook and cranny of this house of healing. I had already browsed the...
Lizzy was in here early 20's she was a slim size 8 with a tiny wait and curvaceous bum. She was about 5ft8 and had long brunette hair. Lizzy was newly single and had just started working in a bar in her local town. Lizzy longed for something different and exciting.Then one day whilst she was working at the bar she was informed by her boss that a new doorman/bouncer was going to start at the bar working on the doors. Lizzy was asked to show the doorman around so he could see the layout of he...
Mark caught a ride downtown with one of the coaches who dropped him off at the building where Dr. Morgan kept her office. The suite on the third floor was at the end of an alcove, very private and quite impressively furnished. But the centerpiece of the front desk was not enormous mahogany desk, but the beautiful receptionist behind it. She was a petite brunette, with big brown eyes with golden flecks. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun on top of her head and a pearl necklace accentuated her...