Mom helps injured son Chapter 3
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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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Hi friends, this is Zoonaid (name changed). I am 23 yrs old graduate. I am 5’10” tall with 6” tool. I did my graduation from a reputed college in a metro city. Last year in June, I shifted to Pune for job. Here I live alone in one room kitchen. I don’t have much stuff at my room not even a bed I put ‘gadda’ on floor to sleep. One of my friends from my grad college, Deepa, got job in that metro city only. She lived in hostel during graduation, now was living in apartment on rent. Her parents...
I guarantee that no man on the planet earth inspires more hard work from his sexual partners than I do. Bitches know it's a privilege, not a right, to ride my stead. Not every bitch who knocks on my door gets the honor of riding my hog. Therefore, bitches don't want to waste the opportunity.The Three Wise HolesI've got sluts doing gymnastics on my dick in every room of my house. I've had tantric monkettes come down from the mountain tops to train on my man meat. They love that I never run out...
Twitter Porn AccountsI was driving a different way home after work and noticed a kind of sleazy looking sex shop. Not really wanting to go home yet, I decided to stop, it had been awhile since I'd had sex and was horny. I went in and was browsing around the movies section when I noticed there were doors in the back. I went in and opened one up and saw that there was a screen on the back wall and small seat. I went up to the front counter and asked the older gentleman behind the counter how it worked. I paid him and...
She MalesMany, if not most, had been split into one or two-room flats and a lot of those were quite illegal, in-so-far-as, they failed to meet the regulations required of landlords. But people were desperate for accommodation, consequently very few dared to complain. I was lucky, part of the road that I lived in had been demolished and a couple of small blocks of flats built. My block was only three floors high and comprised of six flats. It had been built in the seventies and had been well...
Hey indian sex stories dot net friends, This is a story on iss which is about my first lesbian encounter, so please excuse me if there are any mistakes. Little bit about me – I am neha from bhilai and stay in pune for study. I am 23, fair in complexion and have good figure. So let’s come to the story, I will post this story in hinglish as english m wo feel nahi ata. So baat hai nov 2016 k jab m pune k chutiyo k baat vapas pune ja rahi thi and meri ticket rac m thi 2nd ac azad hind. Mai is...
She was still slow-fucking me as she talked. I had both hands cupping her titties, thumbing her nipples as she slowly moved her body back and forth. My cock was as deep inside her pussy as we could get it, with her sitting on me. I wasn’t even close to getting my come, but I felt so good - holding her, listening to her talk about her and Belle. “Josey, I need to get my come already. I have never told anyone that story about Belle and me. Just remembering, and telling you about us - makes me...
Joan sat in the waiting room with her son, Billy. It was time for his annual checkup. There was nothing wrong with her son that she could see, except he was growing like a weed.They were the only ones in the waiting room now, and Billy was getting restless. After the last patient had left, the secretary relaxed. She sat behind her desk filing her fingernails, apparently finished with her work for the day. The desk was open in front, and Joan found herself looking at the girl's knees.It brought...
Things get harder for all the girls after Magdalene St. Michaels catches Zoey Taylor and Lyra Law together. Magdalene gets stricter with the girls specially Carter Cruise. Meanwhile, Ivy Wolfe continues to fight the authority of Magdalene and refuses to accept that what she did was wrong. All that extra tension brings Carter to the breaking point. After a huge fight with Magdalene, she calls her ex-lover Aidra Fox and asks her to meet her at midnight. That night, under the golden light of her...
xmoviesforyouAll characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and over. I was walking home from town with my mate. We’d been drinking round town and we was walking through the park when I dragged him into these bushes and without no warning I kissed him on the lips. He was proper shocked. I don’t know what come over me. Just did it. Combination of the alcohol and like years of hiding my feelings how I felt about him. Wanted to do this for years. Fantasised about doing it loadsa...
I've always believed that in life you have to ''BELIEVE'' & ''BE A FREE SPIRIT PERSON''I will explain my top ten & I'm sure you'll all be agreed!!!MY TOP TEN HIT OF Living Wild & Free:*****Number:1-**Being honest with yourself is the most important !!!!**Number:2-**Accepting to have new experience with your girlfriend/boyfriend.***Number:3-**Have your wildest oral orgy game timed...(10minutes)then one on one while the third party watch's for the same amount of...
The day has been long with anticipation. We've been talking for a few weeks and your imagination has been running wild with intrigue. It is finally time to meet, and you have dressed to impress. As you look in the mirror, satisfaction and confidence coarse through your veins. Hair...perfect, a tight top to accentuate the curves of your breasts, a skirt that is hemmed mid-thigh, and underneath; a sultry seductive set of lingerie. Yes, you are ready! We have decided to meet at a local park and...
Introduction: fucked my ex-wife an her friend in theass while they where drunk This is a true story. It happended about 3 years ago. At the time I was already divorced from my wife and I was a broke bum simple as that. My ex-wife had called me to babysit my daughter so she could go to a work Christmas party so I came over for free food free cble and beer.Everything was normal my ex-wife like normal acted like a nooty bitch along with her best friend they put me down and laughed at me like...
I love all the readers input from my stories before but I would like to respond to your coments so please leave a way for me to contact you if you have read any of my stories and try to clarify who you are if you have left one before please as the usual all comments are accepted. October, 1982 Walking back down to the old field brought back all the memories, all the wonderful moments of high school. I’d had a better time of it than most kids these days, and I remembered those autumn...
The day began like any other, nothing out of the ordinary, just an average day, but that was about to change. I went to work that day expecting to be busy, with Easter being that Sunday, so I was ready to do what was needed. There was a new girl there, I introduced myself to her, she said her name was Stephanie. We talked a little throughout the day, weather, work, and whatnot. I’d say that we hit it off. Later that day, while I was on break, she sat at the same table where I was, and she...
It was around late afternoon I decided to go to my local adu,t store to watch some porn. I got there, bought some tokens. As I walk into the back I saw a curtain slightly open with some people in it. A guy and a girl, guy black about 6 feet 5 inches and had little bit of a belly the girl was light tan skinny with big boobs. I saw her sucking his cock then she took his cock out and rubbed it between her boobs for a bit he cummed between her titis. She got up and bent over and pulled down her...
Rod Hardin looked down at Sandy as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She was a truly talented cocksucker but even more important she really loved sucking dick especially his. He could feel her salvia dripping down his cock onto his balls. She opened her blue eyes and looked up at him and he could see the passion and lust that had her on fire. He could see her arm extended down to her pussy as she rubbed her pussy as her mouth pumped his 8" cock. "I love your cock Rod! I could suck it...
Jess’ eyes got wide, and she pulled back a bit from me, looking me straight in the eyes. The look of surprise and shock in her face was precious.“What are you doing?”, she demanded quietly.I grabbed her waist again, brought her close to me, and whispered into her ear, “WE”RE exploring tonight.”, emphasis on the “we’re”.“What? You know I’m not into other women!”, she protested, again quietly.“The way you looked at Sharon, and believe me, you were drooling, that point may very well be moot....
Olivia looked at me and smiling she told me that she was waiting for a friend to pick her up. Olivia was very attractive and being she was part Native American, she had great features. Yea, she was very young and of course I found myself constantly thinking about her whenever I happened to see her and always found myself checking her out. She had a firm little ass that looked great in jeans, and her perky little tits had me constantly looking at them whenever she wore a top that accentuated...
My name is Scott and tonight is the night. Tonight, I put everything behind me. Tonight, I start a new life. Where no one knows me. Where I can be anyone. Tonight, I set myself free. I don't want to go too far back in my past. But I will tell you the important parts. The why and the how. It truly began in high school. Being a small kid, I was always the target for bully's. Their play thing. Something insignificant in their eyes. There where times I went to my parents. But the end result...
The Amazon, Three weeks ago... The rain has been a constant over the last few days. Not having seen the sun shine through the constant downpour has caused the DEeP Six members to lose track of time. They have been running and hiding nonstop without most of their equipment. The creature that attacked them days ago had not stopped to rest nor has it grown tired. The rain hasn’t slowed it down nor has the mud or the jungle. Whatever wounds they did manage to inflict to it seem to not have any...
Lunn was sitting behind his desk closely monitoring the curfew cameras. It had been necessary to alter the recording settings of two more cameras before he was able to turn his attention to the lovely Andena. He was impressed by how easy it was to wipe all footage of Andena passing the cameras. For the past few months, security had been tight, and curfews were routinely enforced. Anyone carrying so much equipment would certainly have come under scrutiny from the authorities. He’d had...
Mike and I had been best friends since second grade. It was rare that we were not at one or the others house on any given weekday much less sleeping over on a weekend. Over time we had the usual jack off sessions, etc. One thing we never talked about was that I was a crossdresser. It had been my secret throughout our friendship. Perhaps partly because I always felt a little intimidated by Mike as he was considerably taller and stronger than I was. That changed one night while Mike...
There is nothing innocent about me, or what happened to me. I make no apologies for my choices or the results. I was divorced for the third time in my life in 2008. I am not proud of that. Sad is the best way to describe it. Three times divorced is not a record any man should strive to achieve. My first marriage was a fool's errand. I was 18 and she was 17 and pregnant. She - we - got pregnant in July. We were married in October, the nineteenth to be exact, and our son was born in May. By...
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Well,a few hours after my first encounter,I woke,needing to go to the toilet again.I just had to lie there waiting until Louise or her s*s looked in on me.The effects of the d**gs had worn off and I just needed to pee before my bladder burst.After 5 mins the pressure was too much and I looked in desperation for something,anything to pee in.Then I spotted an empty vase in a box of junk that was going to be thrown out,but it was at least 6 ft away.Only one thing for it,lean out of the bed and let...
With the wife off to work today, I decide to indulge in my fetish. I wait a little bit till I know she is at work and it's upstairs I go. I take my computer with me to chat with friends and others I happen to meet in chat rooms. I lie down on my bed and start chatting with people and seeing which friends are on. It takes about an hour before I finally find someone to chat with. What follows is what I usually do when I find someone to chat with, this is no direct account of what happens, its...
CrossdressingMexican Crossing The whispering about the "penguin drop" as it was being called in hushed speculation around the agency refused to quiet down. Deputy director Alfred Jameson tried to keep a lid on the issue. He reminded the head of his analyst section that the incident was classified beyond a need to know security level. That seemed to stimulate more whispers and rumors. Physical evidence of the "incident" remained at the McMurdo Sound research station, locked in the base commander's...
Yithu mattoru anubhavam: yithil ayalvasi aaya thankachi teacher aanu nammude nayika. Bahrainil ninnu orikkal naattil vannappol undaaya anubhavamanu, 2 varshathil naattilundaaya maattanghal, adhil onnayirunnu jhanghalude yellam priyankaran aayirunna monachan chettante dhaaruna maya maranam. 28 vayas aayirunnu praayam, co-operative bankil secretary aayirunnu, naattil yellavarkum veantapetavan, upakari, 1.1/2 varsham munpu vivaahithanaayi, vadhu naattukariyum jhangalude school le teacher...
I think it's time I share my story with all of you. I am not going to use any real names but I want to share what has happened with me and my experiences and how this is has changed my marriage and how my husband has had to adjust to the changes which has occurred if I continue to tell you what happened later on after this story. I am a 38-year-old brunette average build maybe a few extra pounds but I would considered myself nice looking. I work as an administrator for a local hospital in my...
ok, guys, it's been awhile, let me continue. I grew up in Vegas and was 15 and on my way to my third foster home (read my last two stories). I never realized how good I had it at the last 2 homes until I got to the third one. There was one other foster k**, a boy 3 years younger than me and really anti social, like he NEVER talked. The two foster parents were sooo strict. The first thing the fucking mom did was go through my stuff and take my heels. She didn't allow me to wear makeup but I'd...
Chapter 1 **** “Why the hell didn’t we fly instead of drive?” Eric asked Alysia, his voice laden with his anger and frustration. She couldn’t help but feel bad. He was a salesman for a large software company so he was on the road a lot. With work he drove daily to cover his regional area and she knew he hated traffic. It was her fault that they drove and she knew it. It was obvious that he was annoyed at the deadlock that they found themselves in, in the middle of nowhere, and she felt guilty....
EroticTom was just walking back into the condo building after purchasing a paper when he met Rachel and her husband as they were walking out of the building. Rachel introduced Tom to her husband as the man who gave her the training on investments. Her husband thanked Tom for doing it but he didn’t seem to want to engage in conversation with Tom and said they needed to be going. Rachel just rolled her eyes and gave Tom a nice smile. As they left him, Tom turned and watched Rachel and her fine ass...
June had been a pretty fallow month for me. My boys were all busy or away. I told myself it was probably for the best, it had been quite a cum harvest recently after all. However, every night I would drift off thinking about cock and every morning check online for messages hoping for a service request. My thoughts turned to Gabriel's lovely cock. He hadn't messaged me since his second time and I assumed his religious guilt had constrained him. It was a shame. His penis was a joy to please. I...
Oral Love [email protected] Coming to the point, As I didn’t want to lose my virginity by becoming a male escort, so I was thinking of a unique and discreet job. Then the idea of oral sex stuck into my mind. I’ve searched the internet and also referred some sex stories.The main common thing I found out was that the ladies who have a secret relationship are not sex deprived, but are oral sex deprived.If you want, you can observe for yourself in the stories. Yes ladies, We all...
OralSamantha found him three hours later, sitting with his back to the cafe, facing towards the Arc de Triomphe, his laptop open in front of him, but not actively in use as he seemed to be reading a newspaper, a glass of wine in one hand looking for all the world like he was sitting in his living room. And for all she knew, he could be. She was beginning to get the feeling that she could drop him in any city in the world and he would be as comfortable as if he was at home and even then she was...
Hello friends, this is Sharik from Delhi. As u all know me I am 5’8″ fair complexion, smart and with a tool size of 8″. First of all guys and girls thank you very much for your support. I got lots of emails from all of you many were from females. Thank you very much. And guys please mail me on and give me reviews Now coming to the story. This story is around 2 months ago when Delhi was still freezing with its weather but it was good to work out at that time. One day I saw a new girl in the...
Think of all the ways it might be possible to be incompatible with someone, and my wife and I are the poster children of such a list. Harken! I'm five-six, and she's five-ten—and by the way she loves to wear high heels. Of late she's become a party animal, and I remain the prototypical bookworm. She, also of late, has become a dance aficionado while I'm more the organ-grinder's monkey. She likes TV and I hate the box. She's a beautiful woman, and I'm an average Joe in grave danger of...
Meri maa ka nam nilu humar-46 sal rang gora h height-5’4 inch figure-42 38 44 thori moti aur healthy h gadraya hua badan..Hamare mohalle mein larko se lekar buddhe sb unpar line marte the gandi gandi comments karte the kya gand h kya chuchi h mom unpar gussane ke bajay has deti thi unhe ye sab acha lagta tha ki main hot hu….3 mahine pehle ki bat hai meri cousin behen ki shadi thi toh hame uski shadi me jana tha..Papa ni ja paye unko office ka kam tha main aur mom hi sirf gaye..Shadi ke din...
Every Christmas I pack my bag and drive home to my parents and my hometown. This Christmas my parents decided that they would travel around the world at Christmas time. So I'm home alone with my parents. What I always do when I get home for Christmas is that me and my c***dhood friends gather for some beer and games. This year it was the same. We went to my friends and he had a party with his girlfriend. It all started as it always does, with a lot of drinks and we get drunk. I must admit that...
Brian parked along the curb and walked through a carpet of autumn leaves to number 325. He rang the bell and the Dug answered the door. "Hi, Dug," he said. "Hey, man." The two bumped fists. "So -- how will the team do this weekend?" Brian asked. "We won't lose." "You're sure of that?" "Absolutely -- We won't lose 'cuz this is a bye week." "I'm almost ready," he heard Debra call from her room. She bounded out wearing jeans and a knitted turtleneck and carrying her...
All week I pondered what Amy had offered. To teach my dog to lick me. “What if I don’t like it?” I thought “how do you teach a dog NOT to lick you”. Friday I rang her and expressed my concerns. “Well come here tomorrow” she suggested “Trigger can lick you and then you will know whether you want Oscar to do it”. That sounded so logical I couldn’t come up with an argument against it. “Ok” I said “I will at least try it but it still sounds very weird to me” and hung up. Barry was home on time...
Cameron sent me a text where and when to meet him. I nervously drove to the motel as he instructed. I have wanted this for some time now and the time was here to finally satisfy our sexual urges. I walk to room 203 and knock. He answers the door promptly and when I walk in he just kisses me deep and passionatley . I know what we have talked about and I am nervous about pleasing him. We kiss for what seems like an hour tongues tasting each other our hands groping each other. He unbuttons my...
Foreign Shores Alex 2032 "I have a daughter as well," said Lakeisha while sprawled beside Alex on the double bed that dominated the bedroom of his small apartment. "She's older than Iris, your daughter. Her name's Lisa." "Does she live at home?" Alex wondered. "You could say that," Lakeisha replied. "She lives with my mother, her grandmother, in Maseru. In Lesotho." "Lesotho?" "It's a small country in Southern Africa. That's where I come from, Alex." "Oh," said...
A Keyhole Adventure, Plus! Considerable time had passed since Mom suprised me by showing me her bosoms after asking why she hadn't worn a bra one day. Although the encounter was brief, it was burned into my mind for all time. She had let me touch her slightly sagging 49 yr. old B-cups and even asked me to suck her nipples! I was even allowed to feel, caress and admire her plump thighs...a dream come true for this high-schooler. Time constraints...
Hello dosto, kaise ho. Main bahut dino ke baad apni ek aur real story lekar aai hu, ummid hai aap sab ko pasand aayegi. Ummid ye bhi hai ki aap log mujhe bhule nahi hoge, meri age 25yr hai aur fig 34 26 36 ka hai. Main apne chacha-chachi ke sath delhi me rahti hu. Main ek school mein teacher hu. Chacha-chachi ki story main aap logo ko pahle hi suna chuki hu. Ye story abhi 2week pahle ki hi hai, mujhe ek kaam se ahmedabad jana tha aur trains me reservation nahi mil raha tha to maine ek travle...
The author kindly advises that this scenario contains descriptions of exhibitionism, rough sex, light bdsm and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old.Grace 10 – Graduation (1-4)(Uni student Grace Worthington graduates, gets flogged, exposes herself to her parents and fellow students, and inspires her friend)It was late Saturday evening as Uni student Elizabeth Montgomery returned home from a local café, the favorite watering hole of most of her fellow classmates. It...
The next morning passed in a whirlwind of activity, partly because Alfred stepped on the grounds at the same time as Dr. Rootstein arrived for work. I knew when I returned from the pub that Alfred would be caught. The hospital ward was small and an empty bed would be noticed. I also knew Alfred didn’t care, and I couldn’t blame him for sleeping in his wife’s cottage. “Perhaps my rebellious nature rubbed off on him,” I had thought. The ward’s night nurses had checked with me when he wasn’t in...
Doctor Doctor, Dirty Doctor. Part1I (Ashley) was a hot blonde 18year old girl, Had big breasts almost a 36D, I was tall, Had long hair, Long legs, Had perfect curves, Perfect round ass, A bald tight pussy and lovely pink sensitive nipples with a perfect size areola.I was a horny girl, Always had the many boyfriends, Had sex very often and enjoyed oral.I was popular and famous in my school for my 'slut' image and my hot boyfriends.I wanted to join the Cheerleading team of my high school. The...
The marauders hiding in the main building of the abandoned farmstead were a band of militia deserters from Notabir. Roban asked the last one of them why he had decided to ambush his fleeing neighbors instead of fighting against the invaders. Too distracted watching Bosko cleaning up the evidence of the short but violent fight, the man hadn’t answered his question. Roban dragged him down to the cellar where he found the sole surviving captive chained to a wall. He also found about thirty...