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“Incoming!” the voice cried over the emergency frequency. “Mortars from the east!”
Gath had been dozing. Like everyone else on this deployment, he was exhausted. This was day five of the intervention assignment, day three out in the field. In that time, he had gotten perhaps six hours of good solid sleep and maybe another six of scattered dozing that was often broken up by cries such as the one that had just awakened him.
“Tork me,” he muttered, rolling from the semi-reclined position he had been in for dozing to the protective posture that would hopefully save his slagger from shrapnel penetration if one of those eighty-millimeter Norcal mortar shells that were coming toward them happened to land close.
He was behind a protective carbon fiber barrier that shielded him from direct fire coming from the east. The barrier was ten meters long, two high, and five millimeters thick. It came in flimsy rolls that could be carried by a single marine and then unrolled where needed. Once an electrical charge was added by a charging battery the barricade became as rigid as steel, impenetrable by anything short of a cutting laser, and, by means of a reverse magnetron field, rooted to the ground as solidly as if attached to pilings driven ten meters deep. There were dozens of such shields deployed here in the gap they were defending. But they would do the troops behind them no good if a mortar round, which was indirect fire, happened to land just behind them.
Lieutenant Sparksafroth, Sparky, was on his back against the barrier just a meter away from Gath. “How many incoming?” he asked, his voice calm but with an edge of strain in it. Sparky was in charge of the platoon defending this particular gap. Gath could hear his voice both on the command channel that he was monitoring and through the air.
“Three rounds, el-tee,” came the voice of corporal Ganny, who was circling above in one of the AVTOLs. “Three launchers. Wait, they just popped off three more!”
Before Sparky could reply the incoming rounds landed, one after the other. Cracking explosions sounded. The first two were not close. The third was. It landed less than ten meters in front of the barrier they were hiding behind, close enough to rock it a little. There was a pattering sound as shrapnel slammed into it.
“Tork me, that was close,” Sparky said, the edge in his voice getting a little edgier.
“And three more incoming,” said Gath.
“Three more after that, el-tee,” said Ganny. “They just launched again.”
“Take them the tork out!” Sparky yelled at him.
“I’m rolling in hot now,” Ganny replied. The rules of engagement for this particular skirmish had already been adjusted so lethal force would be used on any mortar sites or long popper shooters. Quite a few had already been killed by the AVTOLs and their twenty-millimeter guns. So far, however, the Norcals kept bringing up more and using them. No marines had been killed—yet—but five had been injured, two in this section alone.
The next three rounds landed, sending their sharp crumps rolling across the landscape. None were close to Gath’s position. Before the next three rounds came in, the AVTOL with Ganny in it passed overhead, props forward, engines screaming, heading rapidly to the east where the redwood covered hills rose from the coastal flatlands. In was in those hills where the Norcal soldiers were dispersed, their goal—so it seemed anyway—to move through the gap that Sparky and his platoon held and capture the Crescent City harbor facilities beyond it.
The Crescent City harbor belonged to the homebodies known as Oregonians, who themselves were divided into three other perpetually warring groups. The Southern Oregonians were the poorest and least populous of the three. The center of their empire was the abandoned coastal enclave of Crescent City and the fine harbor it enjoyed. That harbor was a stop for the various PacRun ships that delivered supplies from Homeport Ground to the west coast homebodies. The Norcals, though they had no coastal settlements north of the San Francisco area, seemed to think that the Crescent City harbor was in their territory and they coveted it. Every ten or fifteen local years, according to historical documentation, they pulled together some troops and marched off to try to take the harbor from the Southern Oregonians so they could have the supplies delivered there for themselves. Fleet marines always prevented the takeover.
This attempt, however, was a very ambitious one. Fully six hundred Norcal troops had been spotted by satellite forming up and marching north from the ruins north of San Francisco. For almost a week they marched along the remains of a pre-collapse magna train route that hugged the coast. Once their destination became clear, attempts were made to dissuade the Norcals from their mission by overflying them and warning them by loudspeaker they would be opposed. These attempts were met only by thirty-millimeter fire at the aircraft. The Norcals marched on without slowing, so a battalion consisting of three companies of Fleet marines was assembled from CVS, SCS, and the northern Oregon secondary base (NOS) near Portland. They were flown out to Crescent City and positioned in a staging area just outside the harbor and the city area where the Southern Oregonians lived.
It was assumed the Norcals would attempt to capture the harbor from the south, but someone in their command possessed a bit of unconventional military thinking. Twenty kilometers south of the harbor, the entire Norcal army took a right turn and headed into the steep, redwood covered coastal mountains that dominated the terrain in this region. They worked their way east and then north through the hills and forest and then turned back west, heading for the flatlands east of the harbor. These flatlands were dotted with densely forested hills that formed multiple gaps of passible terrain. It was in one of these gaps that Sparky’s 2nd Platoon, with Gath attached as combat medic, had been deployed. They had held the line for three days now, three days in which they had not been out of their armor even for a moment, three days of drinking recycled water, eating nothing but food paste, pissing into relief tubes, and shitting into waste packs. The Norcals had tried to push through this gap twice now and both times they had been beaten back easily with overlapping fields of pain sweeping. They had tried similar maneuvers in other gaps with similar results. They now had to know that they weren’t going to be able to push through, yet they still sat up there in the hills above the flatlands and sniped at the marines with their long poppers and dropped mortars on them from their launchers.
The next three mortars landed. CRUMP, CRUMP, CRUMP. Again, none were terribly close to Gath and Sparky’s position.
“No more incoming,” said Ganny. “They’re trying to pack up and clear their position.”
“Understood,” Sparky said. “Continue to follow the ROE.” In other words, Gath knew, kill them anyway so they couldn’t shoot from somewhere else fifty minutes later.
“Never thought otherwise, el-tee, Ganny replied. “Engaging the first nest now.”
The zipping sound of a stream of twenty-millimeter high explosive shells being fired reached them. It was a followed a moment later by the crackling sound of the shells detonating on impact. This was followed by the deep crump of a secondary explosion.
“Target one suppressed,” Ganny reported. “Circling around for target two.”
“Squad leaders, report!” Sparky barked. “Any casualties?”
The four squad sergeants all reported no casualties, letting Gath breathe a little sigh of relief. He had treated several of the injured marines on this deployment—one of whom had had her left arm nearly ripped in half by mortar shrapnel—and was grateful that his services weren’t needed after the attack.
The zipping, crackling sounded two more times. Both were followed by secondary explosions and reports of “target suppressed.”
“Good job, Ganny,” Sparky told him after the third report. “Are you getting any thirty-millimeter fire?”
“No long poppers in sight,” he reported back. “I think they learned they’re not going to shoot us down with those things so there’s no point in sacrificing themselves trying it.”
“Yeah,” said Gath. “They’re saving them to take potshots at us on the ground.” So far, they had not hit a single marine with one of the clumsy thirty millimeter exploding shells the long poppers fired, but they had come close. And none of the marines had any illusions about how well their armor would hold up to such a projectile if directly struck.
“What, do you want?” asked Sparky. “To live for a hundred and fifty years, or something?”
“If it’s all the same to you,” Gath replied.
“Returning to patrol station,” said Ganny from above. “Three hours of fuel left and one two zero of lethal.”
“Copy that, Ganny,” Sparky told him. “You did what you had to do.”
“Yeah,” Ganny said, a little emotion in his voice this time. No one liked killing people, even if they were dangerous, violent homers who were trying to kill fellow marines.
The AVTOL passed back over the top of them, its engines merely purring now as it returned to the monitoring station behind the lines. Things quieted down again and Gath took a long drink of water from his hydration straw, getting little satisfaction from the feel of the bland, room temperature water sliding down his throat. He shifted out of the protective position and put his back against the barricade again.
“How long are these slagholes going to keep this up?” he asked Sparky.
Sparky shrugged, the gesture hard to appreciate through the armor. “Your guess is as good as mine,” he said. “They have to know we have all the ingress routes to the harbor covered. They have to know that they can’t advance through our pain sweeps. They have to know that they can’t drive us out of here. They have to know that if they try to shift their forces to another approach we’ll see them and shift ours as well. There is no military reason for them to think they can achieve their objective at this point. And yet, there they stay.”
“Maybe they’re hoping we’ll come into the hills after them,” Gath suggested.
“Fat torkin’ chance of that,” Sparky said. “Fight hand to hand with those slagholes in the middle of a forest full of hundred-meter trees? We’ll just wait them out. Eventually they have to get low on food. There’s no way they can feed that many people by living off the land in that kind of terrain.”
Gath shook his head. “The pointlessness of this is astounding.”
“From which perspective?” Sparky asked. “Them for expending all this energy trying to accomplish something they knew from the start wasn’t going to succeed, or us for expending all this energy and risking our lives to stop something that doesn’t really matter anyway?”
“Well ... I was talking about from their perspective, but I see your point as well.”
“Hey, at least the concluding resolution is about to start, right?”
“That’s what they say,” Gath remarked, his tone a little sour.
The concluding resolution of putting sperm reduction drugs into the homebodies’ food and water supply was supposed to have started two weeks before, back before the Norcals had even started their march to the harbor. However, as things often went, delays had popped up. There were not enough trained personnel at Homeport Topside and Marsport Topside, where the food tampering was to take place, to begin on the scale it needed to be done. There was not a proper computer program in place to ensure that the contaminated food did not end up being served to Fleet personnel or innocent civilians. But those wrinkles were being worked out. At least, according to the Fleet whiteshirts they were.
“Still having your doubts about the plan?” Sparky asked him.
“I’m still questioning the ethics of imposing birth control on a population without their consent,” Gath said.
“It’s not birth control,” said Sparky. “Thinking of it in that term is probably what is causing your doubt. Birth control means they cannot breed. We’re simply cutting down on the amount of pregnancies to reverse the population growth.”
“Yeah, I know the company line,” Gath said. “And I’d still like some medical explanation of how this magic drug works. Do you think it’s a little strange that they’re not publishing any particulars on the drug?”
“I’m a marine lieutenant,” Sparky said. “They don’t pay me to think about slag like that.”
“I’m a Fleet medic though,” Gath retorted. “They do pay me to think about slag like that. And so far, they’re providing no material to enhance my thinking.”
“I’m sure the drug does exactly what they say it does. You did the math on their figures, didn’t you?”
“I did,” Gath said. He had, in fact, crunched the numbers on the very night the concluding resolution was announced. If the drug did, in fact, reduce the homebodies’ pregnancy rate by half, that, combined with the infant mortality rate of two hundred per thousand and the life expectancy of forty-five metric years, would indeed induce a negative population growth of at least fifteen percent. “That doesn’t change the fact that they’re not sharing the details of the drug with the working medics.”
“At some point,” Sparky suggested, “you have to sit back and assume that your superiors really do, more or less, kind of know what they’re doing. The Fleet has been up and running for more than thirteen hundred years now. The Federal Government has been in its current form for almost as long. Our people are mostly enlightened and educated. Don’t you think that if there was some heavy-duty fouling of the waste converter going on, we would have picked up on it by now?”
Gath thought about that for a moment. “Maybe,” he finally concluded.
“I’ll take a maybe,” Sparky told him. He adjusted his position and shifted his weapon, which had been sitting by his side, up onto his lap. “Well, I guess I’d better get my report on the mortar attack over to the good captain.”
“Yeah,” Gath said. “And I guess I’d better start checking some vitals and making my rounds.”
The two men continued to sit next to each other behind the barricade but each began doing his own thing. Gath picked up his own weapon, which was leaning against the wall, and cradled it across his lap, where his hands could find it by themselves while his eyes were blinded to the scene around him. He then called up his VR display and started looking at the telemetry sent from the marines in 2nd Platoon. The names of any members with abnormal vital sign readings were outlined in yellow. There were three such names. He looked at the first. It was Sergeant Vicadole Dealerman, leader of third squad. His heart rate was elevated about twenty percent above normal and his temperature was slightly high. His urine output was only thirty milliliters in the last two hours and he had been going through water rations like they were going out of style. Something was definitely going on there.
Gath released the telemetry screen and then looked at the tactical map that floated in his view, searching for the location of Sergeant Dealerman. He was behind one of the barricades seventy-five meters to the north and further east, along the main line of the marines.
“Sparky, I’m off to make rounds,” he said. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay,” Sparky said absently. “Be careful out in the open.”
“You got that slag right,” Gath assured him.
The terrain here was a mixture of ancient, pre-expansion ruins that were crumbled to concrete dust, and open, irregularly shaped fields where luscious green grass grew knee high and waved in the coastal breeze. Half a klick to the north stood Hill 125, which guarded the left flank of the gap. It was covered with dense vegetation and coastal redwood trees. To the south, stood Hill 215, another densely forested rise in the land that guarded the right flank. The gap between the two opened up onto five hundred meters of what had probably once been farmland but was now covered in course reeds and grass. Beyond this flat plain the true coastal mountains rose steeply before them. The trees were particularly tall and dense there, hiding the Norcals from visual sight but not from the sensors on the circling AVTOLs. The sky above was a brilliant blue, almost completely cloudless. The environmental reading in Gath’s helmet display showed a temperature of sixteen degrees and rising as the mid-morning sun climbed higher in the east.
Gath picked up his weapon and rested his thumb on the selector switch, which was currently set for pain sweep. He stood, careful to keep his head below the top of the barricade and then glanced at his mapping display, plotting the easiest, safest course from his position to where he needed to be. He activated chameleon mode on his armor. Though the current conditions were about the worst possible for the effectiveness of the camouflage scheme—bright low-lying sunlight created obvious shadows on the ground, and the varied topography of the terrain made the computer struggle to keep up when a soldier moved quickly—it was still worlds better than just strolling out there in all his glory. He moved away from the barrier, trotting quickly through the crumbled concrete and into the grasslands, weapon held out before him, eyes tracking on his first waypoint on the journey, eyes nervously watching the prominent shadow he was creating. He reached another of the barricades, this one protecting two privates and a corporal. He scooted behind it without incident and paused, head below the top, back resting against the barrier wall.
“Hey, humes,” he greeted the occupants of the position.
All three greeted him with variations of “hey, Gath.”
“Everything demonic over here?” Gath asked them.
“Just torkin’ electrifying,” grumbled the corporal.
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” asked one of the privates. “I’ve been drinking my water rations, I swear.”
“Just passing through,” he replied. “I heard they’re serving hot meals up ahead.”
“Really?” asked the second private.
“No,” Gath said, “not really. I’ll see you all on my way back.”
“Right,” said the corporal.
Gath pushed out from behind their barricade and moved to the next one on his route. He then moved to the next and then the next, working his way to the easternmost positions. At each stop he paused for a minute or two to pass a few words with the marines on station. Most of them grumbled sourly, their words peppered with profanity. One corporal asked Gath to look at his foot, as it was bothering him and he thought maybe he might need to be pulled off the line. Gath told him he was on a mission right now but would check it on his way back.
He reached the barricade behind which Sergeant Dealerman, a corporal, and two privates were holding without incident. Once there, he put his back to the wall of the barricade and slid down to his buttocks, setting his weapon down next to him. He turned off chameleon mode since he planned to stay here for a bit. This was partially to save battery power—chameleon mode almost doubled power usage and the replacement battery supply was finite—but mostly because it tended to cause nausea in a person you were trying to converse with while it was active.
“Hey, Gath,” he was greeted by four voices.
“Hey, humes,” he returned. “How are things up here in the front?”
“About as much fun as a torkin’ slagger tork can possibly be,” answered the corporal.
“Yeah,” agreed a private. “A couple of them mortars came pretty torkin’ close to us. Shrapnel hit our torkin’ barricade.”
“I feel you,” Gath said. “That happened back at my position too. Let’s hope their accuracy with those things doesn’t get any better.”
“Let’s hope they torkin’ run out of food and head for home soon,” said the other private.
Gath turned to Dealerman, who was sitting with his back to the barricade and his knees drawn up. His weapon sat on the ground next to him. So far, he had said nothing besides the original greeting.
“Vicky?” Gath said, using Dealerman’s common name. “How you holding up?”
“I got the slags,” he said, his voice low and miserable. “For the last twenty-four local now. Been through about six waste packs.”
“Yeah,” Gath said. “I noticed your vitals were a little out of whack. You’re looking kind of dehydrated, sarge.”
He shrugged. “I’ll be all right,” he said. “I’ve been drinking extra water rations.”
“I see that from your telemetry,” Gath told him. “I don’t think it’s enough though. You’re not pissing much.” He reached in his medic pack and pulled out a scanner. “Let me just check you over.”
“I’m fine, Gath,” Dealerman protested. “It’s just my stomach doesn’t like this food paste diet.”
“You never had that problem on deployment before, did you?”
“Well ... no.”
“Exactly,” Gath said. “You might’ve picked up a little gastrointestinal bug somewhere. Maybe something was floating around back at the staging area. Living in these armor suits can lower your immune system and make it harder to fight off.”
“Those latrines at staging were pretty disgusting,” Dealerman allowed.
“My very thought,” Gath said. He turned on the scanner. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”
It turned out that Dealerman was indeed suffering from a gastrointestinal bug. His white blood cell count was elevated and viral particles consistent with norovirus were found in the contents of his discarded waste packs. As a result, his temperature was up, his potassium and sodium level were down, and his blood viscosity was high.
“All right, here’s the deal,” Gath told him when his exam was complete. “I want you to double your water rations effective immediately. I’m going to give you a shot with an antiviral in it. It won’t get rid of the viruses that are already there but it will keep them from reproducing any further and making you sicker. I’m also going to give you some potassium and some B12.”
“You’re the medic,” Dealerman said. “Can you give me something to stop the torkin’ diarrhea?”
“I can’t,” he said. “You don’t want that staying inside you, you need to slag it all out. The extra water will keep you hydrated while you’re doing it and, with the antiviral, you’ll hopefully be better in about twelve local. If you’re not, if you start to get worse, or if you start vomiting, get in touch with me and I’ll pull you off the line.”
“I’m not leaving the line, Gath,” Dealerman said. “I’m a torkin’ squad sergeant. They need me out here.”
“You’ll come off the line if I say you come off the line, sarge,” Gath told him. “You’re a slagger kicking squad leader—you and I have been through some slag together so I think I can say that with authority—but this little skirmish can resolve without you. I expect you to report worsening symptoms. Are we clear?”
“Oohrah,” Dealerman said without much enthusiasm.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Gath said.
He pulled out his medication pack and began mixing his concoction in a large syringe. When it was done he injected it into a port on Dealerman’s arm armor, a port that would be able to access his antecubital vein from the inside.
“That torkin’ hurts!” he complained as the medicine went in.
“Yeah,” said Gath, “but it’s a good hurt, isn’t it?”
From there, Gath went chameleon again and carefully made his way to another position, seventy-five meters to the south, where Corporal Binge, next on his list of abnormal vital sign marines, was dozing lightly between two privates. He woke her up to ask her how she was doing. It turned out she was suffering from the same ailment as Dealerman, though her diarrhea had only started eight hours ago. His treatment of her was the same, as were his instructions about worsening symptoms.
“Slag,” she said, “if that’s what it takes to get pulled out of this torkin’ place, then I’m getting worse right now.”
“Honor of the Corps?” Gath asked, knowing that a marine would not lie lightly when the honor code was invoked.
“Tork you, Gath,” she said sourly. “I’ll let you know if I’m getting worse.”
He moved on to his next patient, Private Zulfa, who also reported diarrhea, body aches, and thirst. Physical exam revealed more norovirus in the waste packs, along with the dehydration, potassium insufficiency, and elevated white blood cell count. After treating and lecturing Zulfa, Gath put his back up against the barricade and dialed up Sparky on the comm channel.
“I got some cheerful news to brighten up your day, el-tee,” he told him.
“Why do I have a feeling you’re being sarcastic?” Sparky returned.
“You’re very perceptive,” Gath said. “It looks like we got a little epidemic of norovirus out here on the line. I have three people so far with viral particles in their waste, rampant diarrhea, altered vital signs, and elevated white blood cell counts. At this point they’re all still fit for duty and I’ve initiated treatment, but I have a feeling this thing is going to start hitting more of our humes as the day goes on.”
“Torkin’ wonderful,” Sparky said.
“Isn’t it?” Gath said. “The good news is that we probably picked it up from the latrines in the staging area.”
“Why is that good news?”
“That means it won’t spread any further out here, or at least it will have a hard time spreading, as long as we take a few precautions. Norovirus is extremely virulent, but its fecal-oral spread.”
“Fecal-oral,” Sparky said flatly. “That means you have to get infected slag particles in your mouth in order to catch it, right?”
“Kind of,” Gath said. “You can get them in your nose or your eyes as well, and you can also get them from vomit particles. So far, however, no one is vomiting.”
“Thank Whoever for that,” Sparky said. “If they start vomiting they have to take off their helmets.”
“Yeah, that would be bad in the current environment. If anyone does start vomiting I’m going to pull them off the line immediately, for their own safety and ours.”
“Sounds good,” Sparky said.
“In any case, the spread can be contained because we’re all eating food paste and slagging in our waste packs. None of us are using our hands to wipe our slaggers. We all have our helmets on so no one can put their fingers in their mouths or eyes even if someone dig get the virus on their fingers. This alone should stop spread to those who are uninfected, but I’m also going to initiate a medic’s order that, for the duration of this deployment, all marines open and load their own food packs, that the water fill hoses be sterilized prior to refill of an armor tank, and that everyone sanitizes their gloves after they change out a waste pack.”
“Sounds reasonable,” Sparky said. “Any idea how many of us are already infected and just waiting for the bomb to go off?”
“No way to tell,” Gath said. “It could be every last one of us, realistically. We all used those latrines back at staging.”
“Hopefully it’s not that bad,” Sparky said.
“Hopefully,” Gath agreed. “In any case, I need you to put out an order on command. Anyone who has diarrhea needs to let me know immediately. If I can start treatment when the first symptoms appear then I can head the disease off before it gets too bad.”
“Consider it done,” Sparky said. “I’m also going to contact the captain and have him check with battalion command to see if this is going on in other platoons or over in Billion Company.”
“Good idea,” Gath said. “I’m going to wait here until your order goes out. If anyone reports the symptoms I’ll get started on treatment.”
“Copy,” Sparky told him. “Sparky out.”
Five minutes went by, during which time Gath began to imagine he felt rumbling in his own stomach. Was it his imagination? Was it the first sign of the virus? He did not know, had never, in fact experienced norovirus before, though it was one of the few remaining contagious diseases that plagued human beings and quite a common one at that, particularly in spaceborn environments, where close-knit living created an ideal breeding and spreading ground for it.
Just as he was getting a handle on convincing himself he was imagining his own symptoms, three reports of marines with diarrhea came to him. Corporal Hinge, Private Lexus, and Staff Sergeant Mule all contacted Gath to tell him they started slagging their intestines out in the last hour. He checked his telemetry. So far none of them were showing abnormal vitals. Hopefully he could head this off at the pass.
Gath said his farewells to the troops staffing the barrier and stood up, his weapon in hands. He plotted out a route to Staff Sergeant Mule, not because he was the closest, but because he was the one the platoon could least afford to lose. Chameleon mode was activated once again and he started off.
He never made it there.
As he was trotting past a tall mound of crumbled concrete, almost exactly halfway between one barrier and the next, an evil sound, a cross between a whistle and a low-pitched growl passed close from left to right in front of him. He caught the briefest impression of a red streak zipping by less than a meter from his head and then the concrete on his right erupted into a flash of smoke, dust, and fragments. A sharp crack hammered into his ears, overwhelming the dampening effect of his helmet.
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As soon as I came through the door, Mary ran up to me, threw her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. "What took you so long?" she purred. "I got tied up at the delivery point. I'm sorry." It was the first real lie I ever told her, and I felt horribly guilty as soon as the words left my mouth. "That's okay; I forgive you." That was followed by a tight hug and another deep kiss. "You're back now, and that's all that counts. Just don't ever leave me like that again. I missed you...
Allison sat in the class, but she was only half-listening to the lecture. The professor was droning on and on about the differences between a mean, a median, and an average; quite possibly the most boring topic she could imagine. Wait, no. Listening to calculations of slopes was even worse. That had been yesterday’s topic.Fortunately, she knew how to keep herself entertained and had planned accordingly.She’d woken up that morning and checked the weather – warm with abundant sunshine. That...
As the sun shined on my face I slowly woke up from my sweet dreams. Suddenly, I heard someone knocking on the door. I forgot to close the door last night, so the person could walk right in. It was Michael, one of my best friends. ‘Liz, get up, you’re late again. You know the professor will kill you if you get late ag…’, Michael stopped in mid-sentence, only now realizing I wasn’t alone and we were naked. ‘Uhmm…nevermind. I’ll see you later.’ He turned around, noticeably ashamed. I woke up...
As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it. Permission is hereby given to archive this story on any site so long as this disclaimer is attached, no fee is charged, and I am credited as the author (I've actually gotten hate mail for having claimed to write my own stories, because other people have made...
Hi readers! It is me – Hornimandick again. After a hiatus of 3 years, finding the time and the mind to write . I am sharing a real story about a quickie that happened to me. I was working in Muscat, Oman, in those days, a bachelor with the vim and vigor of life and a lot of testosterone. One day as I was driving out of a parking lot, I chanced to see an Indian lady attempting to park her vehicle into a corner slot but clearly had difficulty doing so. The gentleman that I was (and still am!) I...
iCarly/Victorious: Who I did on my Summer Vacation Part 1By ProfNigmaA couple months had passed since Carly and her friends had had their romantic awakenings. Sam and Freddie had broken up and got back together three or four times, Carly wasn't sure and she had lost count of how many fights they had. They were currently just friends, but who knew what the end of the week would be like. Carly and Melanie on the other hand were in a completely different position. They continued sl*eping together...
Hello friends and this is Akshay here. This is my first story so kindly spare me for my mistakes, and lemme know what improvements could be made for the next time and this is real true story. The story started those days when I finally got admitted in my class 11th. It was a tough job for me as i had always been week in studies. I was basically very intelligent but i never wanted to study. I always wanted to do business. the only reason for this was my father. He’s a big business man and has...
Hi story readers how are you. Me yesh Gujarat ke Amreli sahar se Meri age 26 sal he aur meri chest 36 inch he aur mere lund ki size 8 inch he aaj me jo aapko jo kahani sunane ja raha hu vo meri aur hamare pados me rahate couple ki he. Ye bat aajse karib do month pahale ki he hamare pados me ek couple rahane aaye the un dono ka nam raj aur neha tha raj karib 45 sal ka hoga aur neha 40 sal ki lekin bahut khubsurat dikh rahi thi uske boobs bahut bade bade the aur vo hamesha navel ke niche hi sadi...
Isaac yawned and smiled, opening his eyes to the sight and ecstasy of two soft wet tongues around his cock, stirring it to a full erection. Holly and Alice were bobbing their heads, running their tongues up the shaft of his cock, and stopping momentarily to kiss each other every time they slurped on the head. It had been a week since he had accepted Alice as his slave, so this had become a common occurrence for him. "Good morning, girls," he groaned happily, rubbing them behind the ears...
Many years ago on a business trip, I visited a coastal town that had a wonderful esplanade. The promenade was a good mile long, and well-known as pick-up area for M2M action. Unfortunately my success rate there had not been exemplary, and I had only been lucky once on a prior visit. That encounter had been rather boring, and infinitely forgettable, so, ‘lucky’ may not be the correct choice of word. That was about to change, however, on a lovely summer evening that the encounter I am about to...
Gay MaleI am Sneha from Noida. I am married with a four year old son. I am 29 years old. I stay with my husband in our flat. We have hired an auto driver to drop our son to school. I don’t leave him alone. I go with him and come back alone in the auto. The driver is very nice man. Previous auto driver was slutty and used to stare at my boobs. After he passed some dirty comments, my husband asked him to quit. My breast size has increased after pregnancy. I am very modern. I wear jeans pant and tight top...
My name is Ranjana. I am 35 and recently became a widow, when my husband died of cancer. I was the only daughter of my parents, who though not very well to do, put me to study in Queen Mary’s School in Mumbai, where I studied till 10th. My father, who had a fairly thriving taxi business, died of alcoholism, and before that, he got me married to one Patil, who literally bought me. Patil used to be rough with me, and would often beat me up. We had two girl children, whom we put to school.My story...
This story is true. The names have been changed out of privacyMy wife and I are delving more into the lifestyle. She found someone that lives nearby that has agreed to help us learn more.This is a story about a recent attitude adjustment session.My wife took me to this place where we met three other women. The four ladies sat down in the living room My wife joined one of the ladies on the couch. The other two ladies were seated on chairs on either side of the couch. I was told to stand in the...
My mind is uneasy with starvation tonight. It is she that I hunger for. I sleep at night with her picture under my pillow in the hopes that I will find her in my dreams. In a crowded restaurant I spot her. She is standing at the bar waiting, an elbow propped casually on the wood and her cheek resting in her hand. Her thinly strapped black cocktail dress fitting her like a glove as she stands with one ankle crossed over the other. I am frozen from my desire, my eyes looking upon her for the very...
LesbianTHE WISHING WELL By Jennifer Adams ©Jennifer Adams,1997 Carl and Dave had been friends for as long as they could remember. They met in grammar school when Dave's family moved into the school district where Carl went to school. Now they were in their twenties Dave was married. Carl could never quite get over his shyness with girls and was still not only single but a virgin. Carl always envied Dave's good fortune to find such a wonderful wife as Tracy. He often daydreamed of...
Chanel knocked on the screen door as she had a week ago and hoped that Jack was alone this time. No one answered and she stuck her head inside and called out. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound filing the dark interior. She looked over her shoulder at Hugo’s Mustang and noticed that a light from inside the garage was on. As quiet as possible, she opened the door and slipped inside and moved inside towards the door of the garage, gently opening it and closing it behind her as...
Straight SexMaybe I’m a pervert, I don’t know. I’m 44, I’m happily married. I like teen boys, some 18-19 years of age. It’s not that I’m dissatisfied with my sex life, I have a lot of sex with my husband. It’s just some attraction I can’t resist. It started last summer. Sometimes I like to go to work on foot. I have to go through the park, which is usually empty and silent in the morning. There’re almost no people there safe for joggers. I always feel so peaceful and happy when walking there in the...
Hi friends, Mera naam hai priyanka,mai 21 saal ki hu aour mera figure bohot hot hai, Mera bra size 34d hai,meta figure 34 26 36 hai. Mai aapko zyada bore nahi karungi aour seedhe story par aaungi,yeh meri peheli kahani hai iss liye koi bhi galti ho toh please mujhe bataye,mera email id hai Mujhe email kariye mai aapko mere hot and sexy pics bhi send karungi. Mai 21 years ki hu aour mumbai ki ek compamy mai kaam karti hu,meri family punjab mai reheti hai aour mai mumbai mai rent par 1bhk mai...
Me and my big mouth. I had a perfect marrage , my wife is a beautiful five foot four blonde with blue eyes. Her body a tight one hundred pound sexy fucking machine. She was a shy girl when we met. I talked her into showing off that body of her's and buying the kinds of cloths men like to see on pretty women. Short skirts , dresses and tight shorts. One Saturday soon after we married we planed a trip to tje mountians in north Georgia. She had never been and I knew a cabin rental place up...
Mona Hayami is a newcomer to the porn world. She has visited us once before to do her first porn shoot. We were surprised at how well it went for her first time and she was not shy or hesitant at all to do all that we asked. We really didn’t expect that she would be off shooting more porn after that though. But then one day we saw a porn with a familiar face, and it was Mona Hayami doing the nastiest sex acts. We then booked her to come back and visit us as we became nostalgic for that...
xmoviesforyouNot only does my wife cuckold me , but I have found she takes request too. One night I was on xHamster watching some cuckold videos when I thought my wife was next door at Ann's. I was in the middle of watching one where the wife was being fucked from behind and she was talking right into the camera. She was telling her husband how good that big cock felt and that when her bull emptied his balls in her that she was going to make him clean her . Oh I forgot to let you know I was jerking off wide...
"Is all this yours?" asked Louise somewhat surprised at the splendour of the strange surroundings. "Only the green bit! My father lives in the golden bit and my half brother in the red bit. Do you want a guided tour?" Elaheh said showing off somewhat. "Drinks!" Elaheh commanded and almost immediately a semi naked woman walked into the room with a tray with a pitcher of a golden liquid and ice and three ornate long crystal gasses. Kevin's eyes opened wide and his bottom jaw almost...
Namaskaar doston mai aapki Meri do khaniyon ko itna psnd krne k liye dhnyawaad.. Bhai bahan ki hawas or bhai bahan k pyar me maa ki hawas.. Dono story jrur pde.. Jaise ki maine aapko phli khani me btaya ki mai or mere bhai apne baap ki hi aulaad ni hn.. Aaj usi chudai ka a anand lijiye meri maa ki jubani jisme meri maa ne apne sge baap se chudwa k mere musal lund wale bhai ko paida kia.. Lund sambhal k hilana.. Or chut b sambhal k kyuki ye khani sb kuch phad na de.. To suniye maa ki jubani.....
Mera naam Manoj hai aur meri age 28 hai aur height 5’7 hai. Main UP ka rehna wala hoon.Toh yeh story meri aur mere bachpan ka pyar Pooja ki hai. Main aapne gaon se padhai puri hone ke baad sheher mein job kar raha tha. Fir ek din mere gaon ke dost ki shaadi thi. Maine socha bahot saal gaon nahi gaya toh gaon jaa ke aau aur purane dosto se bhi mil aau. Maine aapna bag pack kiya aur gaon pohunch gaya. Gaon pohunch ne ke baad mein shaam ko dosto ko milne nikal pada bahar. Mera dost mila. Usse baat...
I am no stranger now to online videochat sites, having figured out about a year ago how many different sites there are. Most are dominated by guys stroking and showing their cocks, with only an occasional woman popping up on the screen. When that happens, having an appealing image on your end is important to catching her attention. Appealing is in the eye of the beholder, for sure, and after seeing cock after cock, exposing mine to get attention doesn't make sense. Being average, and age 47, my...
IncestI explained things to Andre who just showed up, and he said to go to the hospital immediately. I rushed over to the hospital where Snake had said that they had taken Maren to. When I got there I saw Snake pacing the waiting room and I went over to him. "Any news? Do you know what happened?" Snake shook his head, "Maren's mom called me. She only said that she and her sister had been shot in the dance studio. She didn't give any details though." Just then a good looking older woman...
Hi this is Nivin again. This sex story is a continuation of the previous part superstition always bad- part 1. Kindly read it to know more. Anyway a short intro of myself and the previous part. The previous part was about me – Nivin, studying 3rd year in a college nearby my village, from a superstitious family, who left gym 2 years back, now with saggy chest(breast), big ass and how I was teased, humiliated and molested by my college guys in hostel. This is a slow story with many parts, with...
Gay MaleHey friends and I am a huge fan of ISS, and by reading the stories I decided I should share mine too. My name is Ankit and I am 19 years old and I have a good body and I am currently living in Kolkata This a true story of how I fucked my neighbours servants daughter, her name was Reema name changed she was 21 when I met her and she was very pretty and hot girl, her boobs were not all that big but they were good enough and firm. Now coming to the story, I live in a colony and she is present in...
My step mom, Tracy and i had an odd relationship, which started when she found a bag of weed in my backpack.She looked at me and said "i have 2 options, tell your father or keep it a secret""Please dont tell dad" i begged. Instead of calling dad at work, she opened her purse and pulled out a small change purse, zipped it open and pulled out a little metal pipe!"For your punishment we are going to smoke the whole thing" she said. She would act motherly, but when dad wasnt around she didnt care...
Up to this point every task she had given me had taken place in the privacy of my own house.I'd met her here on Xhamster a number of months ago. She had told me how she was turned on by submissive, obedient guys. She'd give me tasks and ask me to write to her telling her about them. The tasks had been simple enough. Jack off and eat your cum...tell me how it taste. Tie up your cock and balls and masturbate. Fuck your ass with a toy. Things like that.This time she wanted me to put in my butt...
Mary and her mother had the wedding preparations so well in hand that there was nothing for me to do except twiddle my thumbs. Well, there was no way that I could stand to do that for six weeks, so I started the task of looking at possible opera houses that I could rent for my shooting show. The first thing I did was look at the location of each; I wanted a place that was easy to get to, but was in a "better" part of the city. Since I wanted to attract an affluent audience, I wanted it to...
I’ve spent most of my life without adult supervision. So, now that I’m masquerading as a forty-nine-year-old, why does everyone need to take care of me? Little old lady It was twenty-seven degrees this morning and by eleven, it was snowing. I wanted to go back to sunny warm Savannah! I called Cinnamon in Seattle and damned if it wasn’t snowing there, too. I stopped at a Burlington Coat Factory store on the way to the airport and bought a coat. A good, heavy, long coat, gloves, a scarf,...
Out of all the lovers I've had, I miss Michael the most. Michael entered my life when I was 24 and still living in Ohio. He was a 73-year old pianist who played with some of the most renowned orchestras in the world and a respected music professor. He was 5'4, on the heavy side, bald with neatly trimmed gray hair on the sides of his head, wore round spectacles, was always dressed in a suit sans tie (bow-tie if a tie was required) and very kind. I only bottomed when I met Michael and I...
Gay MalePrague!! Finally, I am here. It's been so long since they promised this trip to us at work, as a reward for our great results. Just my luck though, i had to come alone, because my friend and colleague, Ana, the other winner, got sick just yesterday, and she couldn't join me... damn, we've made sooo many plans, and now? Well, there's got to be something to entertain me alone. This is the fun capitol of Europe, right? A girl can pull an all-nighter here without too much of a bother. The clubs are...
I had just came home from work very exhausted. My dog jumping up and down excitedly. ‘Yay, your finally home!’ his face read. I filled his food and water bowl and he ate it like a pig. I sat down in my La Z Boy and turned on the football game just as my wife came home. She sat down on my lap with her back on one arm of the chair and her feet one the other. We kissed for a long time. ‘How was work today, babe?’ I asked her when she broke the kiss. ‘Oh it was fine,’ she replied.
Introduction: An awakening happens for her… Rhaan danced about in short, swift, sensuous circles. She remained oblivious to most of the watchers in the street, as they often crashed into one another at the glance of her in the shops window. Her shapely, tightly honed muscles of those legs, tanned to a finer brown than before, tantalized from under the flows and swirls of a short robe dyed sapphire blue, and woven with cherry blossoms in pink and white. Her eyes gleam playfully in the...
When I was back in my room after my visit to Rosa’s, I sat down at the small table and updated my journal. I tried to write something in the ledger every night. There was something about carefully and laboriously scratching my thoughts in the journal that helped me relax. Also, writing out my thoughts seemed to bring them into focus somehow. After meeting Feleena formally tonight, all the questions I had, came bubbling back up again. Too bad writing didn’t give me the answers. After sitting...
Karen (Brandi Love) puts the final touch to her story before she goes to bed. Like everyone in town, her girlfriend Jennifer (India Summer) wants to know what will be on her blog tomorrow. Unfortunately for her, nobody can’t read it before it’s online. Nobody except her wife. That little problem could be fix if Jennifer accepts Karen’s proposition. Stunned by the proposal, Jennifer accepts and kisses her lover passionately. This long time desired kiss quickly transforms in a...
xmoviesforyou“I told you, you would be mine, Anna,” Richard said. “Have you let yourself come yet?” “No,” Anna mumbled. “Speak up, Anna. Have you let yourself come since I saw you earlier?” “No,” Anna said, louder this time. “Do you want me to make you come?” “Yes” “I will make you come Anna, but not now. Not here.” Richard reached down and grabbed Anna’s hand, pulling her to her feet. He kept a hold on her hand as he walked her through the door of her room, down the dimly lit hallway, into the...
The two ladies got up and helped me to get out of the tub. I sat on the side, being dried off, as I played with Bobby’s voluminous breasts and Sarah’s pert breasts and pointy nipples. Bobby picked up my leg and sock and said, “Sarah, get our drinks. I’ll put Chuck to bed. Bobby walked me to the bed. She left me to probably shut the patio door and shut off the lights. I hopped to the bathroom and peed while balancing on one foot. I shook and wiped off real quick, then hopped back to bed to...
It had been a long time fantasy for my wife, Anna and I. I love watching her getting fucked, and she loves having some stranger use her for his personal gratification, especially outdoors. So dogging was something we were bound to experience.For months we had read dogging stories and watched several internet movies of dirty wives and girlfriends turning up at local car parks to get fucked and covered in hot cum. We knew of several alleged dogging sites within a five mile radius of own home, but...
There was no music in the middle of the forest except for the steady beat of naked feet on the bed of leaves already fallen from the tall trees. Thirteen female bodies twisting in the light of the Harvest Moon with nipples bouncing and pretty bushes all a twitter with a frenzy of the rhythm. Nikki was feeling the spirit of the master driving her into a frantic gyration that lathered up her flanks and her pretty pussy. The other females were just as carried away by the rays of Mother Moon...
"Just flash my pussy all day long. Is that what I'm hearing you say, Girl?" Tylea was fuming as she listened to Melanie's delivery at the breakfast table on Tuesday morning. The other Pledge girls were offering anything from mild disbelief and hostility at what Melanie had just told them all the way up to pragmatic amusement. Melanie simply smiled in her own inimitable and seemingly airheaded way and plunged right along, saying, "That's right, Tylea. Whenever you sit down today and the...
I came home from a business trip recently to find my wife in the kitchen wearing a very sexy Teddy, very high heels and a huge smile! "Wow!" I said "You look amazing!""Why thank you" she replied. "and I have a surprise for you.""I see that." I answered quickly."No, not the obvious" she added. "I arranged for a chef to prepare you and I a fantastic dinner tonight. Most of it is done... I just have to watch the timer on the over and set the table. Why don't you go take a shower and then join me...
Background:I was dating this girl for almost a year before she moved out of the country to teach abroad. Our relationship was always more about having fun than being serious, because we both new she would be moving. We had a great time and I became very close with her fam. There was a lot of sexual tension between her sister, Katey, and myself. Even though nothing was ever said, looks were shot back and forth all the time. Often times Kat would tease me... Walk from the shower to her room...
Finding Her Master By Ropetease c 2010 Chapter 9 Joe turned off the lights in the living room as he went out the front door making sure it was locked. Putting the key in the ignition, Joe hesitated a moment. He thought back to the day’s events. Joe admired how Robin became a different person the second she entered her office that morning. Noticing how her facial expressions changed from the radiating glow of pure happiness to a strong fighter for her clients and when the trial was over how she...
It was dark. I mean it was seriously, industrial strength, dark. The Caribbean night pressed in on us like a wet, wool blanket. The humid air brought the fragrance of dead fish and sea salt to us as we waited. There were only eight of us, and that was four too many. Four would stay outside and watch for trouble. Three - Jack, Roy, and his toughest mercenary, Jedidiah Jones - would accompany me. Guantanamo, Cuba is not a nice place. The worst of a bad lot of terrorists were imprisoned...
The africaaner family - Bernard and Anke Van der Eide has a farm in a rural area where mostly black africans live. They have enough land and income for the family and they had a good life. One day another family bought the land near their land and they built their own house and farm. In the beginning they were happy to have neighbors in a lonely area but then they noticed that the new neighbors are so crowded. They had 10 c***dren. One husband(Ayize Bongani), his 2 young brothers, and 3 wives...
I love the dirty, sleazy feeling I get servicing total strangers, even better when other perverts are watching! and have spent many happy hours cruising for cock over the years in toilets, woods and laybys and have had many memorable encounters!Here are some in no particular order, just the ones I still think about when I masturbate.Once I was the woods at hyde heath (now sadly blocked off) I was naked on my knees taking turns sucking 2 blokes while we all shared a bottle of poppers, a 3rd guy...