MICHELE S NEW LIFE CHAPTER 17A
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Martian Wastelands, 20 kilometers west of the Jutfield Gap
0338 hours
"Concrete reinforced trench networks protected by triple layers of dense sandbags?" Callahan repeated slowly, his eyes looking at the solemn, digital image of Captain Ayers.
"That's what we're being told," Ayers confirmed. "They're built with an egress corridor that connects the upper and lower sections and that can facilitate the movement of the units deployed in the network out the back of the trench with almost complete defilade from any frontal or overhead attack."
"So in other words, the arty didn't do shit, the tank fire didn't do shit, and every Martian that stood in those trenches yesterday is still standing in them today?"
"Well, not every one," he said. "We have information that there were significant casualties from the tank engagements. Spies in Eden report the hospitals there are overwhelmed. We are also told there were a number of desertions after the first engagement. Apparently the weekend warriors are starting to show their true colors."
"How many desertions?" Callahan wanted to know.
"Unknown exactly," Ayers admitted. "But the fact that there were any at all proves their morale is slipping, doesn't it? Their will to fight is a finite thing, something that can be broken."
"Not as much as ours is breaking," Callahan said. "The only reason half of our people haven't deserted is there's nowhere for them to go. Even so, I've had almost a dozen of my guys trying to fake some minor injury to get taken off the line and I hear over in Bravo Company some private actually shot himself in the leg and tried to claim it was an accident."
"I heard that one too," Ayers said. "If investigation reveals that is actually the case he'll be put in the brig, court martialed under wartime rules, and will spend the next ten years of his life shoveling snow in the Andes Penal Colony."
Callahan shrugged. "His punishment wasn't the point of my story," he said. "The point is that he tried it at all. We're all tired out here, cap and it gets kind of depressing watching those Mosquitoes come in every five or ten minutes to pop off another thirty or forty of us. I thought we were supposed to start moving by 0300."
"The Martian mortar attacks have delayed the re-arming of the tank division," Ayers said. "About par for the course out here. We should be underway in the next thirty minutes."
"Yeah, so we can go up against concrete lined trenches full of Martian guns."
"We'll be hitting them with overwhelming strength," Ayers said. "Four to one advantage at best, probably closer to six to one at many of the hills. Our entire battalion will be going after this one position. There's no way we can lose."
"You know," Callahan mused, "I wish I had a blowjob for every time someone said there's no way we can lose since we touched down on this place. I wouldn't have to jack off for a month."
Ayers let this go. Instead he sent a copy of their operational map to Callahan's computer (and to the computers of the other three platoon commanders in the company — they were in on the conversation but all so junior they didn't dare talk unless spoken to). "This is the position our battalion will be securing," he said. "It's known as Hill 657 on the Martian maps and it's located in grid Charlie-nine. It rises one hundred and forty meters above the mean ground level of the valley and is one of the most important defensive positions the Martians have to guard the central gap access route. Intel estimates it is staffed with company strength — two platoons of anti-tank infantry, two platoons of straight infantry armed with M-24s, grenade launchers, and eight to ten squad automatic weapons. The flanks of the hill are guarded by a number of APCs and main battle tanks, although the MBT's will probably not be in a position to support the Martian infantry against ground attack. There are at least two eighty-millimeter mortar platoons stationed behind this hill in addition to the Martian mobile guns back at the main line of defense. The artillery will not be subject to counter-battery fire, as you're aware. All of our guns are hiding back out of range of the Martian 250s and being held in reserve for the eventual attack on the main line. However, the Martian 150s will only be effective against us during the dismount period and for the first three hundred meters of the advance. After that, the bulk of the hill itself will serve to protect us from them."
"What about the mortars though?" Callahan asked. "We've seen what they're capable of doing with them."
"They will be able to drop mortar fire on us until we're roughly at the base of the hill," Ayers said. "Their mortar teams, however, will be subject to counter-battery fire from our own mortar teams who will be firing from their APCs two kilometers back."
"Won't the Martians just counter-battery our mortars with their 150s?" he asked.
"They'll be shooting and scooting," Ayers said. "Counter-battery casualties should be minimal."
"That's what we said about our mobile guns," Callahan pointed out. "And they fuckin' massacred them, remember? What makes you think they won't use whatever spies in the sky they have to pinpoint mortar teams as well? Hell, they could even hit them with their 250s, couldn't they?"
"I have no information on that, Callahan," Ayers said testily. "I'm just giving you the briefing that I've been given."
Callahan sighed, stretching back in his command chair for a moment. "Understood, cap," he said. "Please continue."
"Okay," Ayers said. "This is the attack plan in a nutshell. The tanks will roll in first and start putting suppressing fire on their trench network. They'll concentrate on the anti-tank positions first and then switch to the lower positions — where the main resistance against us is going to be coming from — once we start to dismount. Alpha and Bravo Companies will hit the front and lay down heavy suppressing fire of their own once they achieve defilade from the Martian mortars at the base of the hill. Delta Company will hit the left flank of the hill and start working their way up to the trench network on that side. We'll hit the right flank and do the same from that side. Now remember, there are APCs guarding the flanks of the hills. In order to maintain defilade from their machine guns and their 60mm guns, we're going to have to wind through this series of knolls at the hill base here, here, and here." A red line traced its way over the map, showing the route that would keep them out of the line of fire — in defilade — of the Martian APCs.
"From there," he continued, "we climb, moving on our bellies most likely. The slope of this hill is about twenty-five percent on average. It's very rocky and covered with loose sand on the side we'll be ascending. They'll be putting M-24 and SAW fire on us and possibly grenade fire. We'll use heavy covering fire from two platoons while a third advances and the fourth hangs back. Move your platoons up ten and fifteen meters at a time and then leapfrog around each other until we get close enough to start putting grenade fire through the openings in the trenches. That should keep the direct fire suppressed even more. We move up further until we can breach the trench. Once we're inside, we simply clear them out of there. All of this is assuming they don't retreat prior to that point. We're deliberately leaving their rear open so they have that option."
"Hopefully they'll decide to take that option," Callahan said. "Because if they don't, we're gonna take a hell of a lot of casualties."
"Medical teams have been alerted and are moving up," Ayers said. "So far it appears the Martians are not deliberately hindering casualty evacuation from the battlefield, so at least if you get hit, we'll be able to take care of you."
"Yes," said Callahan, "and we're already conveniently pre-zipped into these body bags they call biosuits. Isn't that nice?"
"Enough of that shit, Callahan," Ayers scolded, though without much venom. "If everyone understands their role in the coming attack, why don't you get your squad leaders and the rest of your platoons briefed in. Be sure to let your APC drivers know that they need to follow the goddamn map and stay in formation no matter what. Let your APC gunners know to stick to their zones when laying down suppressing fire. Part of the reason the tanks were hit so hard was they were putting their fire all over the place and leaving a lot of the Martian firing positions uncovered with suppression fire. Stick to those zones and follow the routes we've come up with and we should be able to keep casualties to a minimum."
"And just what is the minimum?" Callahan asked. "Only twenty percent? Forty maybe?"
"You're out of line, Callahan," Ayers said dryly. "Get the briefings done and be ready to move out in thirty minutes."
Among the platoon leaders, only Callahan noticed that Ayers hadn't answered his question.
"They're moving in," said Sergeant Walker to his squad just after 0400. "We have the almost live telemetry again from whatever source Intel is using to spy on them. They're spread out like before, tanks in front coming in hot, APCs behind, mortar teams and support battalions behind that. ETA to first contact, five minutes."
"Oh yeah," said Hicks, who had given up the SAW to Drogan and was now manning a position near the end of the trench with his M-24. "I'm lovin' this now."
"You gotta die sometime, Hicks," Walker told him. "Hopefully it won't be this morning. Command estimates they're going to put suppressing fire on the anti-tank positions first and then bring up their APCs to dismount their troops. Once they start doing that they're more than likely going to start plastering our positions to keep us from firing on them. If the fire gets overwhelming our orders are to hunker down until it eases up. Adjoining hillsides will expand their zones to pick up the slack if they can. Likewise, if one of the hills to the north or south comes under heavy fire we're to expand our zones to take the pressure off them. We have to make sure that no exposed Earthling soldier down there doesn't have someone shooting at him. If they wanna take this hill, they're gonna have to pay the price for it."
"What about arty support?" Drogan asked.
"We have two batteries of 150s committed to this position," Walker replied. "Lieutenant Comesly will be serving as the forward spotter and directing that fire. We also have our mortar teams on the backside of the hill. Platoon lieutenants will be directing that fire and it will be answered based on priority."
"What kinda numbers we looking at to be attackin' us?" asked Jeff.
"Hard to tell by the telemetry at this point," Walker replied. "But you can bet your ass it'll be at least battalion strength hitting every hill, possibly more."
"That would be about four to one or so?" Jeff asked.
"Roughly," Walker said. "You didn't expect them to fight fair now, did you?"
"No, not really," Jeff said, watching as the heat tendrils and the swelling dust cloud grew more distinct.
The rumbling vibration of the approaching vehicles became noticeable again and grew worse. The tension grew thicker and the communication over the tactical channel became less and less frequent. Nobody seemed to have much to say anymore.
"Tanks coming into range," Walker suddenly announced. "AT positions engaging."
His observation was not entirely necessary since everyone could plainly see that the AT teams above them and on the hillsides around them were engaging. The flashes of laser weapons began to light up the night once again. Almost immediately the flashing of tank guns from just over the horizon began to answer back, sending streams of eighty millimeter shells streaking towards them. Explosions began to sound as their hill was hit but it was clear from the first that the volume of return fire was not nearly as intense as it had been during the first attack, when it had seemed like the entire hill was going to collapse atop them.
"Tanks approaching," Drogan announced. "Breaching the horizon across the whole line."
Jeff saw the forms of the main battle tanks becoming visible, three then four then eight then a dozen then two dozen, their laser mounts appearing first followed by their turrets and then the bodies. Some exploded as they were hit with anti-tank fire, one here, five there, three somewhere else, but always more appeared behind them, their cannons and lasers flashing. The ones not hit began to spread out a little, continuing to advance forward despite the horrendous losses they were taking. And still more and more kept appearing.
"Telemetry is showing sixty plus APCs moving toward our position, coming in hot," Walker announced. "They're starting to spread out for what appears a frontal and flank attack. The other hills are all getting about the same and there is a large reserve divided up into company strength units lagging behind them."
"Six hundred men," Jeff said, his adrenaline now flowing quite freely. "All for us."
"How fuckin' thoughtful of them," Hicks said, gripping the handle of his M-24 compulsively.
"This is the real thing, people," Walker said. "They're coming to get us. AT units will shift fire to the APCs as soon as they're in range to try to whittle their numbers down. As soon as they start to dismount, open up on them. Remember, controlled fire, stick to your zones, and try to put your recticle on center mass if you can. Don't try to be a video game hero and get everyone with headshots. A wounded marine is even better than a dead marine. You kill them and they just lay there. You wound them and someone has to take the time and manpower to pull them out. Drogan, remember to go after the large concentrations with that SAW. Keep them pinned in place if you can so the rest of the squad can pick them off individually."
"Right, sarge," she said, her voice cracking just the tiniest bit.
"And when its time to leave, we do it like we practiced," he added. "Take your weapons and as much ammo and supplies as you can carry and walk quickly to the egress point. Don't run, don't push, and don't panic. Panic kills. Remember that."
"The tanks are stopping," Drogan announced.
And indeed they were. They had spread out on a sporadic line about seven hundred meters out, many of them trying to find what cover they could. Some were hiding behind already destroyed tanks from the first engagement. Others were trying to put boulders or small rises in the land between themselves and the hill. The cannon fire began to pick up in intensity, still concentrated above, at the AT positions, still nowhere near as intense as before.
"APCs visible," someone shouted. "Here they come!"
Jeff saw the shapes of the APCs broach the horizon. They were moving fast, faster than the tanks, not zigzagging, just coming straight on. As soon as they became visible they began to fire their own sixty millimeter cannons at the AT positions, adding to the volume of fire. The hill shook harder with the explosions but even as he feared it would be enough to suppress the anti-tank crews, two of the APCs exploded from direct hits.
"Yes," he whispered, his thumb playing over the firing button of his weapon. "Take them out, guys. Take them right the fuck out."
As they drew closer, the APCs began to fire their twenty-millimeter cannons as well, sending high intensity streaks of shells into the hill. And still the AT crews kept after them. Three more exploded, then five more, their hulks stopping dead as smoke and blood vapor rose into the air. But still they came, passing through the ranks of tanks that were trying to protect them and advancing further. Half of them came directly toward the front of the hill. The other half split up into two and began to move towards the sides. Suddenly, they came to a halt, their guns continuing to fire as fast as they could. Their rear ramps came down and the small figures of WestHem marines began to pour out of them.
"They're dismounting!" Walker shouted. "Open fire. Arty and mortars are incoming!"
Jeff's zone was near the right flank of the hill as seen from the enemy perspective. He put his recticle over the figure of a marine and pushed the firing button on his weapon. It kicked in his hand and the figure dropped, a puff of blood vapor coming out of his back. He had just killed his first enemy soldier. He attached no thought or emotion to this save a small feeling of vicious pleasure. He was too scared to feel much else. And before he could even put his recticle on someone else, before Drogan could even open up with her SAW to keep them pinned near their egress points, both the tanks and the APCs shifted fire and began to plaster the infantry trenches.
"Fuck me!" someone yelled as the streaks of eighty, sixty, and twenty millimeter began to pound into their position. Explosions shuddered and concussed through his body. Dirt, sand, and rocks began to fly around the trenches. One of the shells went off right outside his hole and he felt shrapnel pinging off his helmet.
"Fuck me is right," he said. Still he kept his head in his hole and shot another soldier. He then shot another one.
"Fuck me!" Callahan yelled as he stepped out of the APC and into the living hell of the Martian battlefield. Bullets came flying in, pinging off the top of the APC, slamming into the dirt around them. Two of the squad members went down almost instantly, both shot through the torso. He covered behind the rear of the APC the best he could and tried to clear his mind enough to start taking account of his platoon, their positioning, and the best way to advance them to the base of that hill.
The advance forward had been bad enough, horrifying even. They'd rushed inward towards their flank of the hill, sixteen APCs in all, plowing through a broad plain littered with destroyed tanks. As soon as the hill had come in sight, the lasers began to fall on them. The APC directly next to his in the formation had blown up right before his eyes, its turret flying through the air, the blood of its occupants geysering upward and blowing off in the wind. Two and then three other APCs of the company exploded right behind it, another thirty men dead in an instant, the rest of them horribly exposed, their suppressing fire doing next to nothing to slow down the onslaught of laser energy.
"Dismount!" came Ayers' cry, his voice sounding scared, desperate, very unlike the cool, professional tone of command it usually instilled. "Get everyone out and start advancing towards the base."
The APCs stopped and they'd scrambled out in a disorganized heap, two hundred meters short of their planned egress point and without much of anything in the way of natural cover from the gunfire that was erupting around them.
"Callahan, Meyers," Ayers ordered. "Get your platoons to put some covering fire on those hillside positions!"
"Meyers is dead, sir," a terrified voice squeaked back at them. "This is Corporal Jones. I've taken command of fourth platoon."
"Just fuckin' great," Ayers responded. "Alright, Jones, start commanding. Third and fourth platoon cover, first and second advance inward to the original dismount location. Move!"
Callahan repeated the orders to his platoon and then quickly moved behind a medium sized boulder that was ten meters from the APC. No sooner had he stepped away than the APC exploded, struck by an anti-tank laser. It's turret landed exactly where Callahan had just been standing.
"Jesus," he muttered, resisting the urge to stare at the destroyed vehicle. He turned back towards the battlefield and watched as his men got behind anything they could find to use as cover — rocks, undulations in the landscape, destroyed APCs. Several more went down.
"They're killing us down here," Callahan told his men. "Stop crawling around and start shooting! We need some fire on those Martian gun positions or they're gonna pick us off one by one!"
The SAW gunners settled in and quickly set up their weapons. They started firing upward, raking their bullets over the trenches where the flashes from the Martian guns were emanating. The rest of the platoon soon followed, sending three round bursts at the gun flashes with their M-24s. It had no effect whatsoever. The Martians guns kept flashing and men kept getting hit, their weapons falling to the ground, their grunts and groans of pain, their death cries echoing over the tactical channel.
"Incoming!" several voices yelled at once.
Callahan looked up and saw the streaks of artillery and mortar shells coming at them, dropping out of the sky like deadly hailstones. The explosions began a few seconds later. Flashes of light blinded them, concussions slammed into them, and men were blown apart, arms and legs and heads flying from their bodies, torsos tossed through the air on clouds of blood vapor. Shrapnel lanced into Callahan's left arm, slicing neatly through his suit and causing a warning light to appear in his goggles.
First and second platoon took the worst of it, however. They had been rushing forward to their position when the shells started dropping. Their entire front rank was shredded.
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Stinky Pete stood in front of me while I caught my breath. Fuck, he smelled like Mount Trashmore, a city dump I was once familiar with - don't ask. He smelled worse than the fucking hog house I worked at. Guy never bathed or washed his clothes. Way he was headed, I figured it wouldn't be much longer before his homeboys'd be calling him Maggot. He had a thing for his teeth though. Perfectly straight, whitened and brushed to a gleaming pearliness. Freaky as all hell. Then there was P-Tat,...
Simon lay in Kate’s arms in a wonderful state of drowsy contentment, the pleasure endorphins flooding his system and slowing the passage of time to a drugged haze. Eventually he recovered sufficiently to prop himself up on one elbow and grin foolishly at her. ‘That was amazing!’ ‘Why, thank you, sir! Considering I don’t have much idea what I’m doing, that seemed to work OK.’, she smiled, poking her tongue out at him. ‘And there was me thinking you were the experienced one,’ he said,...
Hannah had been my submissive for about nine months now and while she couldn't do everything that some other submissives could do - she couldn't kneel in front of me for example - there was no questioning her desire to serve and her devotion to me as her Master. She would do her level best to accomplish any task put before her and she found alternate ways to do other things. She proved herself time and time again and I couldn't have been prouder of her. She wanted to be of service to me and she...
BDSMyou never know what can happen late at night in an old subarban neighborhood Thud Thud Thud, that was the only sound that hit her ears as she walked through the endless rows of houses in her neighborhood. For some reason, she had so much energy tonight. At 15, she had the body of someone almost ten years older than her age. She stood 5’4” and was dark skinned with black hair, and, coming straight from her house, she was wearing only tight sweat shorts and a tight...
On a hunch, Clint asked his Vanguard counterpart in Boise to go through the old surveillance videos before the raid on the Gunther compound in northern Idaho. A raid clandestinely approved and funded by Senator Harper Wainwright. And orchestrated by his chief of staff, Constance Grayson. And field-directed by Matt Striker. Boise called back the next day. Winner-winner, chicken dinner! Martin Folsom again. That tied him to two American Nazi compounds. And also made me start reconsidering...
My name is Liane. By profession I'm an adventurer, a mercenary and tomb-robber and jack-of-all-trades. Or jill-of-all-trades, seeing as how I'm a lady. It's a tough job but somebody's got to do it, and it can pay off well if you're lucky. Course, I haven't been lucky recently. Right now I'm sitting in a dingy tavern without a scrap of coin to my name, hoping to pick up the local gossip and use it to find a spot of work. A bit about me. I'm a tomboy, with green eyes and freckles and short spiky...
BDSMGina Valentina and Jenna Sativa are really close. They’re both getting ready to go to separate colleges, and are kinda bummed that they won’t be seeing each other for a long time. Having one last night together, Gina asks Sativa to help her pick out an outfit for college so she can look amazing on her first day. Sativa can’t help but mope, Gina tells her not to worry, they’ll be able to visit each other and hang out. As Gina changes, Sativa can’t help but look at...
xmoviesforyouNight Skies Hotel: The Lesser of Two Evils By Wolverine Editor's note: This story was written with Solari's permission. Please be aware that, for storytelling purposes, this story does not always flow chronologically PROLOGUE The Patriarchial dostum waved his shock troops into the empty corridor. They slowly worked their way down the hall, their stony faces scanning every nook and cranny. A blur moved past them, drawing their attention to the dostum, who promptly fell, his armor...
It was a dark and stormy night. Judy sat at the window, naked and alone, wishing someone would call or text, or that a meteorite would strike her neighbours house… anything to break the monotony. She had just decided to have another cup of tea and watch some porn, when there was a mysterious knock on the door.Instinctively reaching for the thin robe she had discarded by her chair, Judy paused, 'Was that a knock,' she wondered, 'or just the wind?' Another, more forceful knock, beat on the...
SeductionHi Friends,Im Sandeep(Name changed), 35 years old working for a MNC in Aurangabad.I want to share my experience at Europe during my stay.Every year our company sends me to Europe for technical Upgradations. Im Visiting our head office since 2003.In our department my German lady coliegue Barbara becomes friendly with in few days.She is 31 years old, brown hair and un married and most beatiful woman i saw. She is having good height of 5 F 10In. where im At 5 Feet 8 Inches. She is having Great...
You Can By Amanda [email protected] "You can't be serious." "Oh go on!" "But I'll look stupid!" "Yes but we all will!" "But, but" "Now look, just because you are the only bloke working in our office is no excuse, the room has decided the charity fancy dress is to be St. Trinians. Don't worry, it's only a bit of fun. I've got the clothes from when Mary and I did it a couple of years ago, you're about the same size as us, go on, you'll enjoy it." "Do...
Anita looked at herself in the mirror and was not satisfied with the picture. This getup just wasn’t right! She had politely declined Caroline’s offer to dress together again, tonight. Ever since she had walked up to the bar in that scandalous outfit, she had been perched on the edge of orgasm. Never before had she dressed or acted so provocatively among other people, not even when she and her husband took their annual private vacation, when John made sure she took along only sexy clothes...
Part two well the next day came and I woke up early and went to her room to see her.I was surprised she was gone must hae went home I was horn as hell and wanted to play with her tits again.My boss was in town and called and wanted to come oer and go oer numbers he showed up about hour later.We where in my office and I heard the door open I figure she was back and yep she walked in m office I look up and about fainted she had on a sports bra and yoga pants good lord they where fucking huge in...
“Hey, sis, whatcha readin’?” “Nothing interesting. Just something for college.” “Feel like taking a break?” Emily looks up from her book. “Why, Johnny, got something in mind?” “Well, looking at you right now is giving me ideas.” Johnny said while openly rubbing the bulge forming in his shorts. “Johnny, Mom and Dad are home!” “So, it'll make it more exciting and I’ll close the door.” After a moment Emily puts the book down. “Okay, quickie.” With that She then whips...
Julie arrived home from the office tired and cranky from the hot day and long week. What she wanted was a long cool shower and a drink. These hot, humid days had always left her drained and feeling down. Life had become routine for her, work and home, over and over, sometimes meeting a friend or seeing her sister and her family. But routine it was. She wasn’t unhappy, in fact she was a joyful person, but there was something missing, and that was a special love. She wanted to find someone...
The Researcher By MadQuill Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. This is a work of Fiction and will have additional chapters. Thank you for your comments. One She and I had known each other for nearly a year when she asked me if I would move in. My world wasn't much to leave behind but I'd paused since I had felt I should be contributing. "The apartment is spacious Jon but my father's company owns it and therefore I don't pay the...
Carmen is just coming from a wedding all dressed in her best hoping to have gotten some or at least met someone at the wedding to fuck after the reception. But the Wedding was a dud, not one cute guy and Carmen knows if she is gonna get through this reception she needs to get off first. So a little detour on the way there takes her to the Glory Hole to get some. Her Brides Maid dress up around her waist and playing with herself and here come the Cocks hard and hungry for her. Her cousin of...
xmoviesforyouIntroduction: She lived next door with her 2 daughters The Fairy God Mother – Happy Halloween… My parents were going out of town. My Dad always starts his vacation the week before Halloween. They wont be back for a month. I didnt ask were they were going this year. I was just happy to have the house to myself. I had just graduated High School a few months back. I was still looking for a job. I was in no hurry to get started in finding one. I dont think my parents cared if I got a job or not. I...
Rachel went off to the reference library at the Art Gallery on Wednesday morning. Patrick stayed home to think about artefacts. But first he phoned the “qwik-print” shop on King. How quickly could they do business cards? No, black and white; all print. 200 would be fine. Yes, he could bring a laser print. Two hours if they got the sample soon? Thanks. He typed in: Patrick Scott Hollister Attorney at Law and (at the bottom) address flush left; phone and email flush right. He printed it...
On business trips to a major city, I visited every six weeks, one of my pleasures was to visit a gay action bar called ‘The Hague.’ The owner was of Dutch origin, hence the name. It was a very enjoyable bar and I found it most agreeable to spend a few hours there. In the upstairs section there was a glory hole area, and three large cubicles with the largest of these, accommodating a sling. I did entertain myself upstairs from time to time, but for purpose of this story, I shall refrain from...
Gay MaleHi everyone, I am Urvashi. I am an archaeologist by profession and love to explore the unseen, unheard parts of the country. This story is about one such trip I took to South India for work. South India has a lot of ancient archaeological monuments and temple. I was sent on a trip to find and explore such monuments and temples in the deep forests of Karnataka. I did some research and took a flight straight to Bangalore. Language was not a problem in Bangalore but to find such ancient monuments...
Jay stood at the end of the hallway. The look on his face was one of amusement and superiority. I tried to hide my hard cock, but he had already seen it and the sight of him, tall, straight and toned only made it more visible. Jay's door was halfway down on the other side of the hall. He stepped up to it, slid his key into the hole and opened the door. Jay glanced again at me as he moved through the doorway. "Get in here."As if I had no will of my own, I walked down the hall and stepped into...
After the party. A few years ago my wife and I were invited to a meal and drinks at a friend’s house, along with two other couples who were also friends. The meal went really well; the spirits were flowing freely; we all played Trivial Pursuits and that game where you stick a piece of paper on your forehead with the name of someone famous on it and take it in turns to guess the name. All in all, we had a good laugh, and all enjoyed the evening . The hostess I’m afraid couldn’t drink very...
MILFShe took the TGV to Montpellier. It was her habit, after a long trip, to ride first class, at least on the train. The quiet helped her relax and, in the greater space, she could do some work. Today as the train slid from the Gare de Lyon through the southern suburbs gathering speed, Helen wrote up a report on her laptop and settled into her chair. After Theo's death, Helen had left Stuttgart and moved to Paris, continuing to work for the same architectural firm, expanding her experience in...
JOANNAIt's my son's school play today. Backstage, teachers and parents rush fussily from here to there amid a flock of costumed kids. It’s not how I usually allow myself to get. But I'm the class's resident Journalist Mom and I’ve let them suck me into this fully. The play's star and guest of honor happens to be an alumnus who went on to become a moderately famous rock climber, and with him, he brings the attention of three local TV stations. The situation required media skills and my help was...
CheatingSo, the second time she came over I knew that I could be a little dirtier and a little nastier with her. But I wanted it to be more sensual... I love it when she is utterly confused and can't tell if I'm trying to seduce her or slowly torture her into submission.As usual, music was playing when she arrived. An especially jamming tune was on and we kissed and danced to the rhythm...she wasn't expecting it at all, but quickly matched my pace. I tapped her on the ass as she moved her hips to the...
AB 5313 Naughty Hot Nurse By David Ingram CHAPTER ONE Sarah Bennet pushed the door closed, opened the closet and removed atowel, a washcloth, soap and a large stainless steel basin. She slowlyfilled the basin with hot water. It was a two bed room, but one bed was vacant. She went to the bed bythe window where a big man lay. Both of his legs were encased from toe tohip in plaster. "Hi," Sarah said. "How are you this morning?" "A hell of a lot better since you got here," he said raising onto...
Hanna had not long returned to work after time off having her first baby. She had worked hard to get her figure back and when she got an invite for a leaving drink in the bar at work, for a colleague, she happily accepted. She wore skin tight jeans, black heels, a figure hugging white blouse and sexy black bra and thong. Hanna knew she looked great and felt really sexy. Her husband expressed a concurring opinion, and when he dropped her off, he threatened to take advantage of her when she got...
FLOWERS by dkb Amy walked down the street with her menfolk. Little Tommy sat astride her shoulders, holding on to her forehead, little lord of all he surveyed. He was still a constant delight to her, even after three years of being a mum. He was a paradox, clumsy, helpless and dependent and yet also supremely confident, as if everything was there for him and nothing could possibly go wrong. Oh, he cried sometimes, when something startled him or when he hurt himself. But he could...
“You will not be here long...” That disembodied voice pulled me from a sound sleep. Just before waking I was dreaming about being back in the Oval Office. Jennifer was still alive and we were heading out to some function, or another. Jen looked stunning in a gown designed just for her, and we were being urged to leave so we’d be only a little late. As our Secret Service guards rushed us towards waiting the limousine, the back door flew open and a gunman opened up on us, killing Jennifer and...
DISCLAIMER: This story is rated X for strong sexual content. If you are under eighteen (18) years of age or in an area where this type of material is prohibited, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. If you are of legal age eighteen (18) or older and are located in areas where this is legal, and not offensive to you, please continue. The characters and locations in this story are fictional and any resemblance to any actual living person or place, either in person or name, is purely coincidental...
Over the next ten months which our parents had insisted on before a June wedding, our world was turned upside down, Mum and Dolly, moved into Tommy's place, lock stock and barrel. Tommy explained to me that he'd only discovered Mum's tendencies that first night when I'd spent it with Sammy at his house..He'd been delighted, excited and very, very aroused. I'd delicately explained the situation to Sammy who immediately dragged me off to bed and that was where I confessed of my relationship with...
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