From an19164@anon.nymserver.com Sat Apr 12 16:56:23 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-chi-13.sprintlink.net!news.wyoming.com!usenet
From: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero
Subject: REPOST - "SHACK, LEAD !" - CHAPTER ONE
Date: 12 Apr 1997 20:56:23 GMT
Organization: wyoming.com LLC
Lines: 429
Message-ID: <5iostn$9k1@horn.wyoming.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: shaman.lycaeum.org
Return-Path: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
X-Note: This message was forwarded by an anonymous remailing service. Please report misuse or abuse of this automated anonymous remailing service to <abuse@anon.nymserver.com>
Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories:181783 alt.sex.stories.hetero:24394

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
    hoped for.  If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
           Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).

Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.  And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                       An Adventure of Military Madness

                               "Shack, Lead !"

                               by Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is a military story.  No, it is not a war story.  It is the story of 
the men and women who fought past battles.  It is also the story of the men 
and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused 
by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's 
warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them.  Most of the 
characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and 
children.  All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of 
their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share.  Violent death 
does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new 
territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the 
politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. 
******************************************************************************

                           ***** CHAPTER ONE *****

    It was hot.  The temperature was in the low one hundreds - a hundred and 
two, maybe a hundred and three.  The two o'clock sun was blinding and looked 
as though it had baked the blue out of the sky but then it might also be the 
smog that blanketed the valley late in the week.  The school bus struggled up 
the hill.  Maybe it was more of a mountain than a hill.  The mountain was 
named Frenchman's mountain but was often confused with Sunrise mountain, even 
by the locals.  Both of these hills or mountains formed the eastern edge of 
the Las Vegas Valley.  Living on Frenchman's Mountain offered tremendous views 
of both the Las Vegas valley and the Strip.  The Strip was especially 
impressive at night.

    Tina and Diane were in high school and lived in the same cul-de-sac about 
half way up Frenchman's mountain.  The school bus dropped them off a couple of 
blocks from where they lived.  An even exchange as far as everyone was 
concerned.  The bus driver got to shorten his route a bit and the girls got to 
smoke a cigarette or share a bowl of marijuana as they walked the rest of the 
way home.  Tina was the shortest of the two.  She was blond but wasn't a 
natural blond as her dark roots were clearly visible.  Tina was also the 
better looking of the two but nature evened it out as she had the least 
developed figure.  Diane was full busted with wide hips and real long legs.  
Her hair was dark, almost black.  Tina lit up a pipe full of marijuana as soon 
as the bus pulled away.  The girls shared a couple of drags off the pipe and 
then began the trek up the hill to their homes.  They climbed and meandered 
through the open lots that dot the neighborhood where they live.  Several of 
the houses are vacant, the owners biting off a little more than they could 
chew and going under.  They're approaching their cul-de-sac, strolling through 
the yard of the vacant house where they sometimes party on the weekends.

    "My mom heard they sold our party house."  Diane started.  "Looks like 
we'll have to use the one next door."

    Tina was in a marijuana induced fog - thinking about last Summer and 
losing her virginity on the back porch of the house they were approaching.  
"We sure did have some good times in that hot tub, didn't we ?"

    Diane started to laugh - thinking of the times the two of them had spent 
in the hot tub.  Even before that night when they allowed the boys, who took 
their virginity, to share the hot tub with them; just the two of them.....real 
stoned and not a stitch on.  Even now, several boy friends later, they would 
get stoned and just sit in the hot tub together.  Diane always thought Tina 
spent a lot of time staring at her breasts, probably because she doesn't have 
much in the breast department.

    "Looks like we'll have to go without the hot tub."  Diane continued to 
laugh as they approached the street that led to their homes.

    Major Gary "Wildman" Cahill got up off of his knees and walked to the edge 
of the porch.  So that's why the ground beneath the patio was so smooth.  The 
neighborhood kids had been using the patio and hot tub to party in.  He looked 
around the corner and watched the young ladies' butts twitch inside their 
jeans.  The tall one was a little wide in the butt - nice tits though but kind 
of a lard ass.  The little one though had a great looking tight, skinny little 
ass.  Boy, he'd like to give her a work out.  What was he thinking, she's 
probably not even sixteen yet.  Thinking with his dick again - lately that had 
got him in a lot of trouble.  Boy, It's been a long time.......Oh !  Well, old 
enough to go to the store - old enough to get bred.  "Wildman" laughed to 
himself as he turned and walked through the house and into the front room.  He 
pulled the drapes apart and watched the girls walk up the street toward their 
homes.  He was getting a woody watching that short cunt's butt wiggle around 
in her jeans.  He stroked his lengthening cock through his flight suit.  
Jesus, a teeny-bopper giving him a hardon.  He must be really hard up.  
Thoughts of that little blond cunt in the hot tub with him flooded his brain.  
Better yet, both of them in the hot tub with him.  When he got back to the 
patio, the sweet fragrance of marijuana was still hanging in the air.  It had 
been a long time since he'd smoked any dope - maybe he could score some dope 
from the girls and entice them into the hot tub with him ?  Jesus, what was he 
thinking about  ??  Pussy, no doubt !  It had been a long time since he had 
two at a same time - the Philippines - three, no, four years ago.  Those two 
airmen from Kunsan - God, were they hot.  He was getting hard again just 
thinking about night.........

                             ### Winter 1983 ###

    He was driving off base after a long day pushing paper as the squadron ops 
officer.  A new Cope Thunder was about to start and the base was full of TDY 
airmen and airwomen.  How many years had he spent in the Pacific.  Really he 
had never left - once he arrived - Vietnam, 1971 - The Spring Offensive of 
1972.  Back to the states for training, then Korea.  He left his brand new 
wife back in the states to get her masters degree.  Then off to the 
Philippines for his first long tour overseas.  After three years and a child 
his wife left for the states and a divorce.  Serving in Korea, Japan and the 
Philippines he had managed to spend almost 15 of 18 years in the Pacific.  
Gary laughed and pulled to the side of the road.  He had just passed two 
airmen.  They were both dressed in jeans and blouses - they were really 
airwomen.  Not too bad looking either.

    "You ladies need a ride to the main gate ?"  Gary shouted as the women 
approached his bug.  The bug was a piece of shit but he knew a good mechanic 
in Angeles city who managed to keep it running and a car was mandatory if you 
were permanent party.  One of the women, about 20, maybe, leaned down and gave 
him a big smile.

    "No, we're just going into town to get something to eat."  She told Gary.

    "Well, I'm on my way home and can drop you off where ever you want to go."

    The girl next to the car looked back at her friend and said something that 
Gary couldn't make out.  She turned back and said, "Do you know any good 
places to eat ?"  Gary just laughed and nodded his head.  Already he was 
thinking that he would like to fuck her.  She was a little heavy but had a 
real nice blouse full of tit.  Like he thought as he passed them - not too bad 
looking either.  Gary opened the door and the young women got into the car.  
Gary accelerated off and immediately asked them if this was their first trip 
to the P.I.

    They both said that it was, almost in unison.  Next stop the Chile Pot.  
Several beers later they were headed to some of the milder night clubs that 
populated the ville called Angeles City.  An hour or two later they had 
visited bars that, until they arrived in the Orient, they had never known 
existed.  Pleasure palaces full of young Filipino women eager to do just about 
anything to earn a buck.  Floor shows full of women filling their mouths and 
cunts with bananas and even sometimes a cock or two from the crowds of 
servicemen that populated these "evening" establishments.  The girls were 
pretty well smashed when Gary suggested that they head to his place.  The 
drinks were a lot cheaper and the music wasn't so loud.  By now the girls were 
eager participants in anything that Gary mentioned.

    It was still early but Gary figured that he best get these young things 
off the street.  Out in the Pacific, fraternization was frowned on but 
usually, unless you flaunted it, nothing was done about it.  He drove slowly 
through the streets that surrounded his place.  Kind of on the outskirts of 
Angeles City.  Not many service people lived out this far.  Gary liked that.  
It helped people mind their own business.  He parked in his driveway and 
escorted the girls inside.  Gail and Paula really liked his place.  The front 
room was sparsely furnished with a couple of rattan chairs and a rattan couch.  
The floor was covered with bamboo matting.  Pia came out and greeted Gary and 
his guests.  Pia had worked for Gary for over two years now.  She was twenty 
five but could easily pass for sixteen.  She and her husband lived in the back 
of Gary's place and made sure that Gary never had any of his stuff ripped off.  
Gary paid her and her husband twice the going rate but was happy with the 
arrangement because Pia often brought over some of her girl friends and 
occasionally Gary got lucky and fucked one of them.

    Pia knew what was up.  Over the years she had seen Major Gary bring home 
many young women and knew that one and maybe both of these young ladies would 
be getting their brains fucked out tonight.  Gary had quite a reputation.  She 
often thought about fucking him herself but was afraid that her husband would 
go crazy with jealousy if he ever found out and in this part of town everyone 
knew who was fucking who.  Most of the Filipino women who worked out here were 
fucking the G.I.s they lived with but Gary insisted that she live here with 
her husband and had been totally cool about coming on to her.  She was 
sometimes jealous herself when one of her girl friends would tell her how 
exciting Gary was in bed.  She laughed to herself watching the young women 
search through Gary's CD collection.

    Gary came out of the kitchen holding several glasses and a bottle of 
ginseng - the root wine.  Pia had first shared ginseng wine with Gary about a 
year ago.  The two of them plus her husband had gotten real fucked up on that 
and some marijuana that her husband had procured downtown.  God, she 
remembered that night like it was yesterday, her husband had fucked her silly 
- - three maybe four times.  Gary just winked at her the next morning and 
laughed that loud American laugh of his.  Since then several of her 
girlfriends had shared the root wine with them and all of them, well maybe not 
all of them but most of them had felt Gary's root sliding in and out of their 
pussy's shortly there after.  Several months ago she had walked in on him and 
one of her friends.  Her young, Filipina friend was out of her mind with lust, 
bouncing up and down on Gary's large dick - the biggest cock Pia had ever 
seen.  She excused herself and went to tell her husband that they were free to 
go downtown for the evening.  It was still early.

    "Party time, ladies."  Gary shouted as he set the wine and glasses down on 
the coffee table.  "You, ladies familiar with ginseng wine ?"  Both Gail and 
Paula shook their heads no.  "Well, you will be tonight."  He laughed.  Gary 
had discovered ginseng wine when he was shot down over the Republic of Korea 
forces that were fighting in the Central Highlands of Vietnam back in the 
Summer of '72, after An Loc and Loc Ninh had quieted down.  He spent several 
days with the ROK forces until transportation had been arranged for his return 
to Bien Hoa.  During that time he was treated to everything that the ROK 
forces had and that included ginseng and several of the camp followers that 
provided the troops with sexual release.  That was one of the main reasons 
Gary volunteered to go back to the orient right after the war - he wanted to 
get to the country where ginseng was plentiful and that was Korea.

    It was pretty obvious that Paula was not the party girl but she did have a 
glass to be sociable.  She looked about ready to pass out if Gary was any 
judge and he usually was in these situations.  On the other hand, Gail was 
eager to taste the potent wine and Gary was starting to get hard just thinking 
about getting her alone.  They were all sitting on the rattan furniture, 
sharing stories about the service.  Gary found out that they were both airmen 
first class and had only been out of tech school and stationed in Korea for a 
couple of months.  Neither of them was twenty yet.  Gail, the one with the 
blouse full of tit, had brown, curly hair that was fairly short.  She was 
shorter that Paula but not by much.  Paula had dark hair that she wore down on 
her shoulders.  She appeared to be much slimmer than Gail but it might have 
been the fact that she didn't appear to have much in the tit department.  She 
did have a great butt though.  Gary decided that it was time to start the fun.  
Paula was nodding off every once and a while as they all drank and talked 
about all the shopping and sights to see in the orient.

    Gary asked Gail to dance and Paula curled up on the couch and put a pillow 
under her head.  It wasn't long and Gary was breathing on Gail's neck and 
rubbing the small of her back.  Into the second song on the Abby Road CD and 
they were kissing.  Gail was an eager kisser and Gary was eager to see how far 
she would go.  They were still dancing and Gary's cock was growing down the 
leg of his flight suit.  He just knew she had to feel it rubbing against her 
stomach.  Her head was on his shoulder as they moved about the room.  Paula 
had lost interest in them and was asleep out on the couch.  Gail's arms snaked 
up around Gary's neck and immediately his hands came up her sides and cupped 
her breasts.  Her blouse was thin and he could feel her nipples thorough her 
blouse and bra.  He moved his hands to the top button and began to unbutton 
it.  They were both still kissing.  When unbuttoned, he pulled her blouse out 
of her jeans and slid his hands onto her bra covered tits.  He pinched her 
nipples through the bra and started to kiss the tops of her breasts.  Nice 
handfuls of breast meat with great nipples if his fingers were any judge.

    He kissed her mouth again and then guided her down the hall to the 
bedroom.  The floor of the room was covered with several futons.  He moved her 
into the room from behind and pulled her blouse off of her shoulders.  When it 
was half way down her arms he reached for and unsnapped her bra.  He pushed it 
down her arms and now her tits were bare.  He bit her neck and licked up to 
her ear.  He was staring at her tits.  The nipples erect, like little berries, 
in the center of a crinkly, brown areolae about the size of a half dollars.  
He turned her around.  She was still trying to get the blouse and bra off of 
her arms.  He sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth, licking and 
nibbling on both.  His hands were busy working her jeans and panties down over 
her hips before she got the blouse and bra off.  Her arms came around him and 
rested on his shoulders as Gary sunk to his knees and kept working her jeans 
down.

    Her belly was a little plumb with a great big, deep belly button.  Gary 
buried his tongue in it.  She pulled his head into her stomach.  Her jeans 
were around her ankles and his tongue was working itself down to her bush.  
She had a thick bush that fanned out from several inches below her belly 
button to the juncture of her thighs.  When she stepped out of her jeans and 
panties;  Gary's tongue found it's way between her thighs, licking into the 
thick curls that grew there.  Gail's bush was the color of the hair on her 
head, a light brown almost rust color, thick and curly.  He worked his tongue 
to the top of her lips and wiggled it around there.  His hands cupped her soft 
ass cheeks.  She dropped to her knees and Gary pushed her to her back and 
spread her legs.  His cock was tenting his flight suit and Gail was staring at 
it.  He unzipped the suit and pulled it to his waist.  He rose and dropped his 
flight suit to the ground and started pulling off his boots.  His cock was 
poking though the fly in his boxers.  He dropped his boxers to the ground and 
was now as naked as she was.

    Gail just laid there looking up at Gary's hard cock.  "Jesus, he's hung," 
she thought.  He was now naked and dropped to his knees, crawling in between 
her legs.  He pushed her legs up to her chest and began to lick in her thick 
bush.  "Hold your legs up, Gail."  He instructed.  She grabbed her knees and 
Gary spread her plump cunt lips apart.  His tongue was quickly licking up and 
down the wet furrow between her legs.  Every once and a while he would push 
his tongue into her.  The first time it happened she came.  Her ass and cunt 
wiggling around with his face plastered to her crotch.  "Did you come ?"  Gary 
asked.  Gail nodded and pulled her legs back even further.  Gary buried his 
face back into her wet slit.  She came again in a couple of minutes, bucking 
her ass up into his face.  Gary reamed out her asshole a bit and then moved 
back to her cunt, tongue fucking her until she came again.

    He abruptly raised up and crawled over her, pushing her legs back down 
onto the futon.  His cock had lost a little of it's hardness but was still 
erect, up against his belly.  That's what he loved about ginseng wine.  It 
usually made the girls crazy and kept him hard as a rock for a long time.  
Sometimes he could keep it up for forty, forty-five minutes; fucking and 
sucking like there was no tomorrow.  Tonight was one of those nights.  Gail 
was going to get the fucking of her life.  He leaned over her with his cock 
above her face.  "Lick it, Gail.  Make it as wet as your pussy."  He lowered 
his dick until it was touching her cheek, then slid it about on her cheeks and 
lips.  Her tongue finally came out and licked his shaft.  He rubbed the head 
of his dick onto her lips.  Her mouth opened and she had her lips wrapped 
around the head of his cock.  He pushed more cock into her mouth.  He pulled 
out then pushed back in.  Her tongue was painting his dick with her saliva.  
He was fully hard now and pumping about four or five inches of dick in and out 
of her mouth.  "Lick my balls, honey."  She did as he pumped his slippery dick 
with his hand.

    He was ready and so was Gail.  He moved his dick down to her crotch and 
she spread her legs.  He grabbed her legs and put her ankles around his neck.  
He then reached down and guided his cock into her.  Just a little bit.  He 
rubbed his dick head all up and down her cunt.  "Want it inside, Gail ?"  She 
just nodded as Gary leaned forward and buried about six inches into her.  Her 
eyes widened and she drew a deep breath.  Gary had already started to fuck 
her.  He wasn't all the way in yet but it wouldn't be long.  She was taking 
more cock with every stroke.  He just kept increasing the pace of his fucking.  
He loved getting into a young woman the first time.  Nothing beat it, he 
didn't care how good she got later, the first was the best.  He was really 
fucking her now.  He could hear the slapping of their bodies above the 
pounding in his head.  She was getting every inch of his nine inches pounded 
in and out of her.

    Gail's next orgasm was loud and strong.  Her entire body tensing up and 
then relaxing, tensing and relaxing as Gary fucked her faster and faster.  She 
came again.  "Ahhhhhhh....Jesus !  Oh my God."  He fucked her faster.  He was 
getting there.  It wouldn't be long now.  Her cunt was very wet and snug 
against his pounding cock.  Slap....slap....slap....slap....their bodies were 
wet and slippery.  Not knowing if she was on the pill or not he pulled out, 
spurting seamen all over her tits and stomach.  He kept pumping his dick with 
his hand....he kept cuming, splattering cum all over her.  She was surprised 
and rolled away from him.  He started laughing and rolled her back burying his 
face in her tits and licking the cum off of her.  He kept laughing until she 
finally joined in his laughter.

    He was frenching with her after licking the cum off of her tits.  She was 
trying to avoid his mouth but finally gave up and started kissing him back.  
He was starting to get hard again.  She could feel his cock start to lengthen 
against her side.  He rolled to his back and put a hand to the back of her 
head.  Slowly she was being guided to his cock.  She could see it now, almost 
as big as when she sucked him before.  She almost gagged several times before.  
Gail opened her mouth and accepted the head of Gary's cock.  She grasped the 
shaft with her free hand and began to pump his dick.

    Gary was going to enjoy this.  Gail was going to get a mouth full of cum 
this time and he was pretty sure that this would be the first time too.  He 
looked up and there in the doorway was Paula.  Gary had no idea how long she 
had been watching.  He smiled at her and waved her into the room.  Gail was 
still working on his cock.  She had no idea her friend was entering the room.  
He pulled her off his cock when Paula was standing at his feet.  Gail was a 
little embarrassed but just giggled.  Paula's eyes got big as she stared at 
the phallus jutting out of Gary's blond pubic hair.  Gary got up and put an 
arm around Paula and told Gail, "Help me take her clothes off."  Gail got up 
to help and soon without helping or hindering, Paula was naked.

    Gary got back down on the futon, leaned back and just stared at Paula.  
Skinny, breasts the size of small lemons with tiny areolae and almost 
non-existent nipples.  Her bush was a disappointment too; while the color was 
almost black, like the hair on her head, it was a very sparse covering on her 
lower belly.  He held up his hand and she took it and joined him on the 
mattress.  He rolled to her and began to grind his cock against her.  He was 
frenching with her and rubbing her ass.  She did have an ass - like two well 
blown up volleyballs.  He got harder.

    "Can you taste Gail's pussy on my lips and tongue, Paula ?"  She shook her 
head no.  "Would you like me to lick your pussy, Paula ?"  Before she could 
answer Gary was on his knees working his tongue down her stomach toward her 
sparse bush.  It wasn't long before he had his tongue buried in her cunt.  She 
was wet and obviously hadn't bathed since this morning as her aroma was 
strong.  He kept licking the small button of her clitoris occasionally looking 
up to find Gail laying on her side watching him eat out her friend.  He 
motioned Gail to his cock and she eagerly went down on him.  She was 
comfortable with his cock now and really giving it a sucking.  Gary went back 
to licking Paula's slit and soon was greeted with her first orgasm.  Her body 
tensed up and she let out a smothered cry as her hand tried to stop the groan 
coming out of her mouth.  Her pussy was very wet, almost gooey, her sparse 
pubic hair matted with Gary's saliva.

    Gail was bringing Gary to the brink of orgasm with her mouth, sliding her 
lips up and down his shaft.  He had started pumping his dick in and out of her 
mouth, holding her head still with one hand.  The other hand was spreading 
Paula's thin cunt lips apart so that he could lick her cunt and clitoris.  He 
wanted to fuck again and was sure that Paula was ready.  He got to his knees 
and saw the look of disappointment on Paula's face.  "Turn over, Paula."  She 
did and exposed a tremendous looking ass, tight with lots of meat on it.  He 
pulled her to her knees and ground his cock up and down the crack of her ass.  
He spread her cheeks and could see her sparse bush and almost hairless 
asshole.  He ground his cock against her anus.  "Help me, Gail."  Gail got to 
her knees and came close to Gary and her kneeling friend.  Gary pulled away 
from Paula and told Gail to put his dick in her cunt.  Gail was eager to take 
a hold of his cock and guided it right for her friend's cunt.  Gary thrust 
himself into Paula and she screamed at the sudden invasion.  He was buried in 
her.  Gail's hand was captured between their bodies.  Gary started fucking -  
hard and fast.  He was close to losing his load and was beyond caring whether 
Paula got off or not.  He was really pounding his cock in and out of her.  She 
wasn't as tight as Gail and didn't have near the meat Gail's cunt had but was 
as wet as all get out and felt pretty good.

    When his orgasm approached he again pulled out and pumped his seed all 
over Paula's ass and back.  Paula sunk to the floor and Gail started laughing.  
Soon all three of them were laughing and it wasn't long before they were in 
the shower.  The next two weeks were filled with a lot of fucking and sucking 
as the girls spent every free moment at Gary's getting their rocks off and in 
the process getting Gary's sperm pumped all over them.  He hated to say it but 
he was glad that Cope Thunder ended as he was one tired Jose.

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.2

iQCVAwUBM0HkMZo9y+4wL+b1AQGuawQAm5cKo2tq7gt1WGUrnmSRclqloG2Ddcjl
nGk5r5rp2cpzbp8kpEdLLpOYAkCuIC9kGMSj/Yg2KrbiOStIKytFiFheP3iZSrkw
gep1HnJ77ggtnNXrNtpwPcpDDdX0KBsQdAen+Td+R/rdcB1pU7btUeFH+X7dp41K
9azm0vSIKPE=
=TWtK
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----



Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....."  Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days"  I can't remember..... 


From an19164@anon.nymserver.com Sat Apr 12 16:57:28 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!sprint!news-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-chi-13.sprintlink.net!news.wyoming.com!usenet
From: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero
Subject: REPOST - "SHACK, LEAD !" - CHAPTER TWO
Date: 12 Apr 1997 20:57:28 GMT
Organization: wyoming.com LLC
Lines: 673
Message-ID: <5iosvo$9k4@horn.wyoming.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: shaman.lycaeum.org
Return-Path: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
X-Note: This message was forwarded by an anonymous remailing service. Please report misuse or abuse of this automated anonymous remailing service to <abuse@anon.nymserver.com>
Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories:181789 alt.sex.stories.hetero:24395

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
    hoped for.  If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
           Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).

Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.  And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                       An Adventure of Military Madness

                               "Shack, Lead !"

                               by Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is a military story.  No, it is not a war story.  It is the story of 
the men and women who fought past battles.  It is also the story of the men 
and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused 
by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's 
warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them.  Most of the 
characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and 
children.  All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of 
their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share.  Violent death 
does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new 
territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the 
politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. 
******************************************************************************

                           ***** CHAPTER TWO *****

    After returning to the patio and finishing work on the hot tub, Gary spent 
the rest of the afternoon and early evening unpacking his belongings and 
figuring out what needed to be done to the house to get it in ship shape 
condition.  In other words, what did he have to do to get young women eager to 
visit his bachelor pad ?  The view of the Las Vegas valley would be enough for 
most and then.....well, Gary very rarely had trouble getting in their 
knickers.  His meager household goods, which included his stereo, big screen 
TV and VCR, would arrive on Friday.  He'd make do until then with a futon and 
some pots and pans that he borrowed from family services on base.  He treated 
himself to a strong Jack Daniel's on the rocks and spent a half hour or so in 
the hot tub, trying to suppress fantasies about fucking the young ladies he 
spied this afternoon.  He retired rather early and during the night was 
treated to a dream he hadn't had for several years now.  Most of us would call 
it a nightmare..........

                             ### Spring 1972 ###

    He was flying in the dark skies over the town of Loc Ninh.  The night 
skies were alive with the flashes of artillery and small arms.  There was 
activity in all quadrants around the town.  The North Vietnamese had just 
crossed the border that evening and were starting the Spring offensive of 
1972.  Gary had been on the evening alert pad with his best buddy, "Peaches."  
Gary and "Peaches" had arrived in country together as lieutenants in the Fall 
of 1971 and had now progressed to where both of them were flight leads.  It 
was just luck of the draw that found them flying together on this particular 
evening.  The initial skirmishes that started the Spring offensive fooled 
almost everyone and it wasn't until after dark that the gravity of the 
situation became apparent to Vietnamese forces and the Americans who supported 
them.  It was about an hour after sunset when Gary and "Peaches" were first 
scrambled off of the alert pad.  As soon as they checked in with the forward 
air controller (FAC) they knew that this was not going to be the usual run of 
the mill air strike.

    In the next half hour they yanked and banked their Dragonfly's around the 
skies over the military compound just North of the town of Loc Ninh.  The 
compound was surrounded by North Vietnamese Army (NVA) regulars.  The 
artillery was deadly, landing in all parts of the compound.  Hundreds of 
mortar rounds made the compound a killing ground.  They listened as the FAC 
communicated with the ground commander.  The FAC then relayed his request to 
Gary and "Peaches."  Both of them were flying lower and lower to ensure that 
their ordinance did not fall among friendly troops.  It was during one such 
low pass that Gary heard the request from an American advisor to drop their 
napalm on the headquarters building as the NVA were coming down the hallways.  
The Vietnamese and Americans inside the headquarters were protected as best 
they could be and after Gary copied the ground commanders initials he directed 
"Peaches" to attack from the South and Gary would come in from the West.  They 
both doused their lights as they descended to attack altitude.  They were 
going to drop their remaining napalm and head for home for more gas, bombs and 
bullets.  The attack started off pretty well but as Gary pulled off target, 
just prior to "Peaches" dropping his napalm, he saw 23mm cannon rounds slowly 
creeping up behind his wingman's airplane.  He screamed for "Peaches" to break 
but it was too late.  Two or three of the red glowing golf balls exploded in 
"Peaches" Dragonfly.  The nightmare ends in the usual fashion with Gary 
watching the fiery explosion of his wingman's aircraft as it cartwheels into 
the jungle..........

    Gary wakes with a start.  The sheet he is using is soaked.  He can feel 
sweat rolling down his neck and on to his shoulder.  Jesus Christ, he hadn't 
had that dream in a long while.  He must not be getting enough pussy ?!  He 
laughed and got out of bed.  He slowly put on his running clothes and made his 
way to the front door of the house.  In the front room he checked his watch 
and found that it was only 0430.  Maybe it would be cool at this time in the 
morning ?  Fat chance.  His run through the neighborhood wasn't as bad as he 
thought it would be but he was pissed he forgot to turn on the hot tub.  He 
remembered an earlier time.  It was almost two years now since he been 
informed that he had been passed over to Lieutenant Colonel and then started 
the affair with that lieutenant's wife.  Shit, it wasn't like the lieutenant 
was getting the short end of the stick.  He was fucking the pants off half the 
airman in the squadron.  His wife just believed in what's good for the goose 
is good for the gander.  Ok !  Maybe Gary helped that along by sympathizing.  
Aw, hell !  Well, that was then.

    The hot tub is still warm from the evening before and Gary gets right in.  
The Western sky has just started to brighten.  The Strip is still clearly 
visible - bright as day.  It's almost 0600.  Gary pads into the house, starts 
water for some green tea and jumps back into the hot tub.  He preferred the  
jolt that green tea gave him when compared to the mild high that coffee 
provided.  There was no rush getting to the base.  He had just inprocessed 
last week.  Let's see today was Thursday.  He had attended orientation 
yesterday and today was the first day he had to spend in the office.  This is 
the first time in his career, over eighteen years, that he has not been in a 
flying billet.  His boss made that extremely clear yesterday when he stopped 
by the Range Test Group at Nellis AFB, "Home of the Fighter Pilot."  "When 
you're not flying, you wear the ice cream suit or your class "A" uniform, 
whichever you prefer, Major."  So today he would be wearing his class "A" 
uniform despite the heat, because with the class "A" uniform he can wear the 
six rows of ribbons that he is entitled to wear, most of them combat ribbons, 
quite a few of them earned that night over Loc Ninh, when "Peaches" bought the 
farm.  He'll show this asshole.  He can do eighteen months, what he needs to 
retire, standing on his head.  After all he served in the Pacific for almost 
fifteen years - a tour in Nam and then two remotes to Korea, when remotes 
really were remote.  He'd sandwiched three remotes between tours to the 
Philippines and Japan.  No round-eyed airman running around the base looking 
for husbands and better yet no wives bored to tears looking for excitement, 
after all they were in the Pacific.  Few morals out there.  Although looking 
back on it, his last remote to Korea in 1982 wasn't too bad - lots of pussy.  
He hardly ever saw a local girl but did spend a lot of time downtown because 
that's where he lived.

    He is still sitting in the hot tub when the girls walk by on their way to 
the bus stop.  "Good morning ladies !"  He yells from the hot tub.  One of the 
girls yells back "Hi !"  And then all he can hear is muffled conversation as 
they move away from the patio and down the hill towards the bus stop.  He had 
never seen them and when the noise of their conversation dies down he stands 
in the hot tub.  He's nude.  He stares down the hill and can see the little 
blond gazing back at the patio.  He wished she was a little closer then she 
might be able to see that he was naked.  He's pretty sure she's too far away.  
After the bus picks them up he pads naked into the house and dresses for work.

    Later that morning he meets his immediate supervisor.  Major Cahill 
explains to the Lieutenant Colonel that his plans are pretty firm - put in his 
time to retirement and then get out.  After leaving his former base in a cloud 
of scandal; having been caught in the arms, or should I say, between the legs 
of a lieutenant's wife.  He has been moved to a nowhere job that guarantees 
his continued non-promotion, but at least he'll be able to retire.  He was 
expecting a lecture when he arrived but not from some asshole three years his 
junior but a lieutenant colonel.  His mind drifts back to Wanda and their 
short marriage.  Wanda is the daughter of a retired Colonel.  Wanda is a big 
woman.  Maybe big boned is a better description.  Just out of college and a 
war resister.  Long dark hair and quite stacked.  Gary is just back from 
Vietnam and on his way to Korea in 1973.  He spends a couple of days at Nellis 
visiting friends.  He meets her in the Nellis bar one Friday and they spent 
the night going from casino to casino until sunrise.  The next night Gary 
takes her out to dinner.  They write while he is in Korea and during his R&R 
in Hawaii, she meets him, staying with some friends of her parents.  They went 
out almost every night.  Gary proposed and after a whirlwind engagement they 
got married when he got back to the states from Korea.

    "Are you listening to a word I'm saying Major Cahill ?"  Lieutenant 
Colonel Jackson continued with, "I'll go over the most salient points again - 
the work day starts a half hour before the first check in and ends when the 
last flight leaves the range.  When there is no exercise in progress it's 0730 
to 1630 or 1600 if you eat at your desk."  "Wildman" figured he'd eat at his 
desk, once he got his shit together.  Back to his desk and Wanda.  He took 
Wanda with him to the P.I. in 1976.  He had been there a year and a half while 
Wanda finished her masters.  He hadn't exactly been chaste while he was in the 
Philippines.  In fact he had fucked just about anything that walked.  Some 
married, most not.  Wanda, while very uninhibited in bed and not close to a 
virgin on their wedding night, was somewhat shocked at the partying that would 
sometimes go on.  The stories got around about TDY.  That's all the 
Philippines was - one long TDY.  New people coming and going all the time, 
especially when Cope Thunder cranked up.  She had only one real friend in the 
P.I. and that was Beth Reader.  Beth was married to a captain in the other 
squadron.

    Soon she was pregnant with their son, Al.  Taking care of their son took 
all her time and often she didn't take care of Gary's needs as she maybe 
should have.  Maybe Gary shouldn't have been running around like he was.  It 
was obvious that sex was the problem and neither of them tried to make it 
work.  The marriage ended when Al was about two and she moved back to the 
States.  He remembers the last straw.  Gary, Wanda, Beth and her husband had 
spent a long weekend away from the base.  Just the four of them.  No kids.  
Beth and her husband had two girls.  Beth's husband had passed out one 
afternoon on the beach and Gary tried to coax the girls into going skinny 
dipping with him.  He was real hot for Beth and figured that with a little 
ginseng he could get both of the girls to go for it and after that....well, 
who knows ??

    The girls both had their tops off and Gary was stripping off his trunks 
when Wanda got up from the beach and ran back to their room.  He couldn't take 
his eyes off Beth's chest.  She had a larger chest than Wanda.  Big, firm 
balloons of flesh, topped with real dark brown areolae about the size of 
silver dollars and nipples the size of grapes.  She had her thumbs in the 
bottoms of her suit, about to pull them down when she looked up at Gary's 
cock.  He was hard as rock.  His cock up against his stomach - the full nine 
inches, the head like a ripe fruit, an almost purple color.  She just stared 
at his cock and froze.  Just then her husband snored real loud and they both 
covered themselves.  The right time never came again for them.  The 
relationship between Wanda and Gary was never the same after that.  In about a 
month, Wanda left for the states with Al; after she caught Gary fucking the 
shit out of a nineteen year old airman on their patio one night after she had 
gone to bed.  They are still friends.  That's why he's here - Wanda and their 
son live in Las Vegas - she teaches at the university.  Lunch time - how time 
flies when you're having fun !?

    He had brought his cooler to work and was using his lunch hour to pick up 
a few things at the commissary.  In the Class six store he picked up some ice 
and a case of beer.  While he was standing in line with the ice and beer, he 
thought he recognized an older man in line in front of him.  It was hard to 
believe.  The guy had a pony tail.  He couldn't believe it - the guy looked 
like Willy Tamarack.  And when the guy turned around he was sure - it was 
Willy Tamarack.  The only other guys he'd ever met in the service who surfed.

    "Hey, Malibu !"  Gary called.

    "Yo !  Wildman."  Willy returned, "What the hell are you doing here ?  I 
thought you were still up at Hill ?"  Wildman had met Willy at that Northern 
fighter base just before Willy retired and became a civilian.

    "Well," Gary went on to say, "things didn't quite work out like I figured 
they would.  I thought you were going to move to the coast and fly for some 
commuter and try to get on with the airlines."

    "I tried that but like you said, things didn't work out.  I'm by myself 
now...."  Willy went on to tell Wildman about the tragic circumstances that 
took a hold of him after he left the service.  The economy turned down so his 
major airline job flew out the window and then the loss of his family in a 
terrible auto accident.

    Gary didn't bother telling Willy about his troubles up North but did 
manage to ask a few discrete questions about Malibu's current life style.  
Malibu was the only officer that Gary ever met who had the same attitude about 
marijuana as Gary did.  Gary remembered being TDY the Summer he met Malibu.  
They were both out by the pool on a rare day off watching the few airwomen 
they brought with them lounging around in their bathing suits.  There was this 
one airman that Wildman got to know quite well on another trip.....he couldn't 
remember her name now - Carol something.  Well that wasn't important.  What 
was, was the candid conversation Malibu and Wildman had about drugs in general 
and especially marijuana.  Wildman laughed, remembering that Malibu told Gary 
to give the airmen they were watching a heads up about an upcoming drug test.

    "What're you laughing at, Wildman ?"  Willy asked.  Gary went on to tell 
him and Malibu started laughing himself, saying, "Well, look at me now - a 
regular hippie with a pony tail.  By the way, I've seen Carol Whitouski a 
couple times in the last year.  Lost a little weight and really looks great.  
We went to Mexico together last Spring and had a great time just fucking 
around."

    It was Gary's turn to laugh now as he remembered the time he got real 
close with Airman Carol Whitouski.  God, did that woman have a jungle between 
her legs.  Gary was getting hard thinking about how horny that young airman 
was.  He could well imagine Willy and her literally  "just fucking around."  
Malibu went on talking about the time they scoped out her bush that day at the 
pool.  Boy, was she showing it off that afternoon.  Gary couldn't hold back 
and asked Willy if he remembered what they talked about by the pool.  Willy 
had no problem remembering and said that he got stoned every day, now that he 
didn't have to worry about random drug tests.  Gary didn't hesitate and asked 
if Willy had some extra that he could buy.  Willy burst out laughing and asked 
how much.  Gary said he really didn't know how much he would need.  Willy took 
down Gary's address and told him that he would be over tonight after work and 
they could talk about it and maybe get high.  Sounded good to Gary.

    Gary arrived back at work about a half an hour late but luckily nobody 
seemed to care, after all this was a staff job.  What couldn't be done today 
could surely be postponed until tomorrow.  He had a hard time concentrating on 
the work at hand and was soon day dreaming about fucking the neighborhood 
young ladies.  He wondered if he had ever fucked anyone so young ??  Then he 
remembered Peggy and her daughter Jill.  How long ago was that ?  Let's see he 
met Peggy in Korea at her husband's going away sweep.  When was that ?  He was 
TDY in Korea.  Her husband was the ops officer of a double ugly squadron at 
the Kun..........

                             ### Winter 1978 ###

    This was a time in Korea when there weren't many round-eyed women around.  
Occasionally you'd be able to find a round-eye up near Seoul but hardly ever 
at the Kun.  Gary had joined a group of pilots from one of the local squadrons 
who were on their way downtown to sweep out their old members and sweep in the 
new guys.  They were all stuffing themselves into cabs for the ride downtown.  
One of the main reasons that Gary had attached himself to this group was that 
there seemed to be several round-eyes going with them.  Probably USO types 
from Osan or maybe even down from Seoul.  He had spied this real nice looking 
one.  Short, dark hair with a tremendous body.  Really a little thing but with 
a nice rack and a great tight, prominent butt.  She wasn't exactly dressed for 
a sweep with a nice skirt and blouse on.  Over the blouse she was wearing a 
leather flight jacket.  She took it off in every bar we visited and like I 
said had a real prominent set of tits.

    In about the forth or fifth bar the organization went to hell in a hand 
basket and people got split up as the group meandered from bar to bar.  Gary 
had been talking with her since the last bar so he asked her if she like to 
head back to the base.

    Peggy looked up at Gary and said, "I think it would be pretty stupid for 
the ops officer's wife to leave with a captain in the squadron ?  Don't you ?"

    Gary burst out laughing.  A real deep, back slapping laugh.  Everyone 
around them looked in his direction.  He bent to whisper in her ear, "I'm not 
in the squadron and you're still the best looking lady here and I am an expert 
on good looking women."

    With that he turned and walked through the bar and out into the street.  
Even if he had known, he still would have made a play for her.  You never knew 
out here in the Pacific.  Anyway.....

    About an hour later he ran into her again at another bar.  Gary had joined 
a group of pilots he had known for several years.  She was across the bar and 
Gary scanned the crowd to find her husband.  Not finding him; he asked around 
and found out that he'd had a little too much to drink and was being escorted 
back to his hooch.  Gary made straight for her and asked her to dance.  The 
sweep was really breaking up now.  There weren't eight, maybe ten people left 
from the original group.  They were dancing and talking again.  She gave no 
indication that she was put off by his first advance.  He bought her a drink 
at the next bar they wandered into - a ginseng cocktail.  More dancing and 
drinking.  She was quite drunk now and was rubbing up against Gary as they 
danced.  Again he asked her to come back on base with him and she laughed and 
said, "Oh !  Why not !"  They were in the cab and hardly on their way before 
Gary was kissing her and rubbing her stomach.  He had worked his hand up under 
her flight jacket, had some fingers through the front of her blouse and was 
rubbing skin.

    Her hand dropped into his lap and instantly he started to grow.  Peggy was 
hotter than hell, groping his cock through his jeans.  Her hand seemed to 
measure him, gripping him and then releasing him to grasp another part of his 
cock.  He knew she had a good idea how much cock he had.  She started to rub 
his cock.  She was a player and he was going to fuck the livin' shit out of 
her when they got back to his place.  He slipped his hand up the inside of her 
skirt and ran it up to her box.  The crotch of her panty hose was damp.  He 
could feel her lips, nice and plump.  Her wiry pubic hair felt thick through 
her hose.  Almost before he knew it the cab was pulling up in front of his 
place.  Shit, there were about ten or fifteen of the sweepers standing around 
drinking in the street.  Peggy and Gary broke apart and he had a hard time 
hiding the hardon in his jeans when they got out of the cab.  The moment was 
gone - lost forever, he figured.  Peggy left after bullshitting with sweepers 
and Gary spent the rest of the night trying to pump all the juice out of his 
cock.

    You all are probably wondering what this has to do with a teenage girl as 
Peggy is well into her late thirties if not early forties..........

                             #### Winter 1980 ###

    It's two years later and Gary is back in the states getting checked out in 
the Viper.  He's about half way through the course - looking forward to 
getting back to the Kun.  He's shopping in the commissary at Hill when he 
spies a terrific tight ass wandering through the isles.  He can't believe it - 
Peggy !  Her hair is frosted now but still mostly dark and cut real short.

    "Hey !  Wildman, what are you doing in the states ?"  She asks.

    Gary's getting a woody thinking about the cab ride a couple of years ago.  
"Not much....."  He goes on to tell her what's new at the Kun.  She laughs a 
lot at the stories and he jokes with her about coming back to his room.  She 
appears embarrassed.  He laughs and they part flirting with each other.

    He had heard that her husband was now a full Colonel select and just 
waiting to pin on.  Well, nice try.  Back in his room Gary considers taking a 
shower and relieving the pressure that has built up in his cock.  After eating 
the pressure doesn't appear too great so he sits down to study a bit before 
bed.  It's maybe 1930, dark out and kind of snowing.  There is a knock at his 
door and low and behold it's Peggy.  She's got on a long skirt that buttons 
down the front and that same flight jacket.  She's wearing long boots and 
looks great.

    "Wow !  Is this a surprise."  Gary exclaims.  She laughs and Gary invites 
her in.  She counters with, "Let's go for a ride."  They are off base in no 
time and just cruising the streets of South Ogden.  They are driving through a 
residential area when Peggy slows and fishes in her purse, coming out with a 
joint.  Gary feints fear; that this is the illegal weed, marijuana.  She 
laughs and goes on to tell him that she stole it from her daughter, a high 
school junior.  Gary laughs, "Yea, sure, Peggy !" and lights the joint.  They 
are just driving aimlessly and passing the joint back and forth.  She pulls 
into a cul-de-sac and parks.  The joint is now a small roach and Gary is 
wondering if they are going to fuck in the car.  Now that would be a trip.

    "I can see the headlines now," Gary says, "Colonel's wife found with 
Captain in car buried in a snow drift.  Who knows how long they've been there, 
aren't found until Spring."  Peggy laughs and moves to sit on the console that 
separates them.  Gary leans over and kisses her.  Their mouths are open, 
tongues dueling.  His hand reaches up under her flight jacket and takes a hold 
of one of her breasts.  Jesus, this little lady has a real rack on her.  He 
can feel her nipple harden.  Her hand has dropped into his lap and is groping 
for his cock.  He's been semi-hard since getting in the car with her.  She's 
rubbing his entire length, almost stroking him.  He removes his hand from her 
tit and runs it up the inside of her thigh, right up into her hairy crotch.  
This lady is a player.  She's not wearing any underpanties and Gary wastes no 
time sliding a finger into her cunt.  They have stopped kissing and are just 
petting each other.  Her cunt is wet with a lot of meat on it, not tight but 
plump.

    Peggy leans forward and begins to unbuckle Gary's jeans.  He pulls his 
hand out from beneath her skirt and licks his fingers.  "God, you've got me 
hot !"  She exclaims.  He pulls her hand away from his crotch and tells her to 
drive back to the bachelor officer quarters.  "Not until I see it.  I've been 
imagining it for two years now."  He leans back into the corner of the front 
seat and starts undoing his jeans.  "Drive."  He commands.  Peggy gets the car 
started, keeping her eyes glued to his crotch.  She is slowly pulling away 
from the curb when he gets his jeans undone and starts to pull them down.  He 
pulls his shirt out of the way and his cock is visible.  Long and hard.  He 
strokes it and she starts to pull over again.  "Let's get to my room - now, 
Peggy.  I want to fuck you - now !"  She pulls out into the street and starts 
the trip back to the base.  She's driving fast, much faster than on the way 
out.  At the first traffic light she tries to go down on him but he forces her 
away.

    Here comes the main gate to the base.  Gary finishes fastening his jeans 
as they glide through the gate.  If the airman at the gate only knew.  They 
are out of her car and waiting by the door as Gary fishes in his pocket for 
the key.  She has her hands on his shoulders, rubbing herself against him.  He 
looks around, afraid that someone will see them.  There doesn't appear to be 
anyone around.  The door is open, they're in the room.  He pushes her against 
the door as it closes and pulls her skirt up above her waist.  Her hands are 
at the crotch of his jeans.  "Pull'em down, Peggy."  His hands have found her 
sopping wet pussy.  She is very hairy, her slit slick with her cunt butter.  
She has his pants down to mid-thigh and he is lifting her.  Her arms come 
around his neck and he reaches down and grasps her ass cheeks.  Her legs are 
around him and he is in her.  Not quite all the way but far enough, then he's 
fucking her.  She's moaning and pushing herself back against his thrusts.  
He's got his entire dick buried in her when she starts cuming.  "Aaahh !  Yea, 
come on, Gary.  All of it.  Faster, I'm cuming.  Yeaaaa.  Ahhhhh !"

    Now that she is impaled on his cock, he turns and carries her to the bed.  
He lets her slide down on the bed and in the process they separate.  She is 
staring at his slippery wet cock.  He strokes it a couple of times just 
staring at the curls between her legs, her wet cunt is open and there is a 
slash of pink among the dark curls.  "Get on your knees, Peggy."  She smiles 
impishly at him and turns over on her stomach thrusting her ass back at him.  
He is out of his pants and pushing her skirt up high on her back.  Her ass is 
bare and what an ass it is.  Two compact balloons of flesh.  He peels her 
cheeks apart and stares at the thick growth of dark pubic hair that is 
covering her cunt lips.  The forest thins out a bit around her asshole and he 
bends and reams out that puckered hole.  She cums again.  "Aaahhh !  Oooh !  
Come on, Gary, fuck me."

    He stands and enters her cunt in one powerful thrust, burying his entire 
length in her and starts fucking her like a mad man.  He's waited two years 
for this and is dying to fill her with seamen.  Slap, slap, slap, slap, their 
bodies ram against each other.  She is fucking him as much as he is fucking 
her.  He finally fucks her down onto the mattress, grinding his pole in her 
hole.  She's cuming again, loud screams of pleasure and Gary is almost there.  
He's trying to hold back but can't as spurt after spurt of hot cum floods her 
vagina.  She becomes gooey as her cunt can't hold all of his seed.  His seamen 
is matting their pubic hair.  Finally they come to rest.  His cock is still 
buried in her pussy, slowly deflating.  "Oh !  Jesus, Gary, we're making a 
mess."  He laughs and slowly gets to his feet.  The front of his shirt is wet 
with his cum and he can see that the crack of her ass is slick with their 
juices.  Finally they get out of their clothes and into the shower where they 
start all over again.  They fucked twice more and she sucked his cock until it 
ached.  It was well after one before she left and the next day Gary was very 
thankful that he didn't have to fly.

    The fucking and sucking went on for several days.  Peggy always arriving 
after dark and leaving in the early morning.  Gary was almost looking forward 
to leaving as this woman was fucking him to death but what a way to go.  It 
was during one such evening after they had just finished fucking and sucking 
for the first time that the phone rang.

    "Hello."  Gary whispered in the phone as Peggy started to go down on him.

    "Are you having a good time fucking my mother ?"  Gary stiffened.  Peggy 
had his entire cock in her mouth and he was starting to get hard.  The voice 
went on.  "You ought to tell her not to park right in front of your room.  
It's rather obvious."  Gary tried to get Peggy off of his cock but she was 
playing games now.

    He managed to squeak out, "What can I do for you this evening ?"

    "Just make sure my mother isn't around on Friday night.  I think we need 
to talk."  With that she hung up the phone.

    Peggy was lost in lust by the time the phone was in the cradle and climbed 
on Gary's semi-hard cock.  She rode him to climax.  By then Gary was also lost  
in lust and rolled her over, pounding her into the mattress.  He pulled out 
and came all over her large tits and then sucked and licked the cum off of her 
big round, dark areolae and nipples.

    When Friday arrived Gary gave Peggy some lame excuse about not being able 
to see her and waited in his room for the mystery caller.  It had to be her 
daughter.  She did ask if he was having fun boffing her mother - didn't she ?  
Thank God he would be leaving next week.  On top of all this her husband was 
due back this weekend.  There was a knock at the door.  Upon opening it, Gary 
was greeted by a very good looking young lady.

    "Hi !  I'm Jill.  Peggy's daughter.  You going to ask me in or are we 
going to stand out here in the cold and let the whole base figure out what's 
going on ?"

    Gary stepped back into the room and Jill entered with him.  She 
immediately went over and sat in the chair by his dresser.  "Well, cat got 
your tongue ?"

    "I'm just not used to young ladies calling me on the phone, asking if I'm 
fucking their mother."  Gary figured that he'd try to bluff his way out of 
this small problem.  After all the girl never caught them in the act.

    She looked him right in the eye and said, "Well, you are, aren't you ?  
For several nights now, I've seen her knock on your door and come in and on 
those nights she doesn't get home until real late.  Maybe she's tutoring you 
in the fine art of flying the viper ?  Anyway she's not out with the girls in 
the squadron, which is what she's telling me."

    She opened her purse and took out a joint, holding it up for him to see. 
"Plus she's been rippin' me off and she usually doesn't do that unless she's 
out fucking around with someone other than my father."
                                                                     
    Gary was starting to feel uncomfortable but couldn't quite figure out what 
the girl's angle was.  "You want to get high ?"  She asks.  Gary was not at 
all cool about doing it in the room but Jill insisted, saying that if they 
went in the bathroom and closed the door with the fan on, nobody would be the 
wiser.  She had done this plenty of times with her friends and other guys.  
Gary's interest is piqued.  She was real good looking and was wearing tight 
jeans and a leather jacket just like her mother's - and did she ever fill out 
the leather jacket.  She was taller than her mother but with the same dark 
hair coloring, if anything her hair was darker and longer.  In a few moments 
they were in the bathroom.  She was leaning up against the sink and Gary was 
seated on the toilet.  The joint passed back and forth.  Gary was getting very 
stoned and imagining what it would be like fucking Peggy's daughter.  What 
else would she be doing here ??

    The joint was now a small roach and Jill tapped it out and swallowed it.  
This high school girl was no novice when it came to smoking dope, that's for 
sure.  She was leaning back against the sink and thrusting her chest out.  
Jesus, Gary thought, this cunt has bigger tits than her mother and Peggy was 
at least a "C" cup.  She was as stoned as Gary and started the conversation.  
"Well, I figure that if you're fucking married women, you'll probably fuck 
just about anything.  Huh ?  Am I right ?  My mother's been talking to her 
sister and says that you're the best lay she's ever had.  How about it ?  I've 
always wanted to fuck one of my mother's boy friends.  Hope you didn't think 
you were the first.  She's pretty active when my dad's out of town."

    "Uhh ?"  Is all Gary managed but he had already decide to make a play for 
her.  He stood and started to undo his jeans.  "You always fuck your mother's 
boy friends or just wanted to fuck one of your mother's boyfriends ?"  God !  
Was he stoned.  She laughed.  If she was shocked she didn't show it and 
immediately started to take off her jacket.  "We gona do it in here ?"  He 
asked.  Her jacket was off and under it she was wearing a "T" shirt 
advertising some 10K run in Ogden.  She really filled out the "T" shirt and 
was now working on her jeans.  Gary had his jeans and tennis shoes off and was 
dropping his underwear when she answered.

    "God, my mother wasn't kidding when she said you were hung."  Gary was 
partly hard.  His cock was pointing at her feet and getting firmer by the 
second.  His "T" shirt was off and now he was naked.  She was still fiddling 
with her jeans.  He closed the distance between them and helped her pull her 
jeans down her thighs.  She was wearing a pair of white bikini panties and he 
could see her thick dark bush through them.  Her pubic hair was escaping from 
the crotch of her panties and seeing the abundant growth made him harder.  He 
pulled the panties and jeans off while she worked getting the "T" shirt up 
over her head.

    She was wearing a white bra and boy, did she have a set of tits.  Gary 
lifted her up onto the sink as she unsnapped it.  Her tits were large pillows 
of flesh with relatively small areolae the color of coral and tiny pencil 
erasure nipples.  Gary got back to his knees and spread her legs.  Her bush 
was full and thick, covering her vagina.  He began by licking up the inside of 
her thighs and occasionally looked up to find her head thrown back and 
breathing deeply.  He quickly worked his tongue into her curls and soon had 
his first taste of her.  Thick meaty lips, that were wet with her passion.  
She was soon making noise.  A low moaning and Gary increased the tempo of his 
licking and nibbling.  He spread her lips and soon had her clitoris in between 
his lips, nibbling on it.  He had the feeling that she was trying to hold off 
her orgasm so he slipped a finger into her cunt - fucking it in and out of 
her.  She came and couldn't hold back the scream of pleasure that racked her 
body.  "Oh !  Jesus, yesssss.....Lick me therrre.  Aahhhh !  Oh !  Shit !

    Gary got to his feet and stepped between her legs, holding his hardon in 
his hand.  It was as hard as steel.  He loved hearing women making noise when 
they had sex.  It really turned him on.  Her areolae were now no larger than 
dimes, the nipple on each breast hard like a pebble.  He rubbed the head of 
his cock in her curls and then worked it into her cunt.  Jill was much tighter 
than her mother.  He grabbed her thighs and pushed about half of his cock into 
her.  She was biting her lips and her eyes were wide open.  He was sure that 
she had never had a cock his size.  Slowly he started to pump his dick in and 
out of her.  She was slick and warm.  With each thrust, more of his cock 
filled her until he was giving her his entire length.  Her mammoth tits were 
jiggling about on her chest as he fucked her faster and faster.  As tight as 
she was, Gary was pretty sure that he wouldn't last too long and since she had 
already cum he didn't care.  Faster and faster, he fucked her.  Her ass was 
sliding around on the edge of the sink, sometimes almost sliding off.  He was 
real close and then he came.  He could feel the spurts of jizzim filling her 
clenching pussy.  He could feel his seamen drenching his pubic hair and hear a 
gushy noise as he continued to pump her full of cum.

    Gary continued to fuck her long after her cunt milked him dry.  He was 
still hard and finally pulled her off of the sink and they separated.  His 
cock was glistening with their juices and about at half mast, pointing at her 
belly.  He walked over to the shower and turned it on.  If he had anything to 
say about it, Jill was going to suck him dry, right now.  He turned to find 
her wiping her pubic hair with some toilet paper.  "Come on, Jill, let's 
shower."  She looked up from what she was doing and walked toward the shower.  
Her tits jiggled with every step.  Her nipples, now relaxed, were larger in 
diameter and no longer erect.  Gary reached for her hand and she took his.  He 
started to kiss her for the first time.  Already he could feel himself start 
to harden.

    He backed away from her and leaned against the shower stall.  She looked 
down at his cock, which was continuing to grow.  When she looked up, he 
smiled.  "I didn't think they made them that big. "  She laughed.  He laughed 
with her and pulled her to him.  They were back kissing and Gary was rubbing 
her tits.  The nipples started to harden.  He pinched them and then rolled 
them between his fingers.  He brought his hands to her shoulders and pushed 
her to her knees.  She was no stranger to sucking a cock and had it in her 
mouth in no time.  Her mouth was wet from their kissing and she soon had his 
cock slippery with her saliva, having sucked all their juices off of him.  He 
had his hands in her hair and was beginning to pump his dick in and out of her 
mouth.  Then she held him still while she pumped her face against his groin.  
He was fully hard now and wanted to fuck her again.

    She came to her feet, sensing that she was going to get fucked again.  He 
turned her toward the shower door and told her to bend over.  Her ass was 
wider than her mother's and nowhere near as nice.  He rubbed his cock up and 
down the crack, pushing her cheeks together - really grinding his meat against 
her.  "Reach between you legs and put it in, Jill."  Almost before he finished 
talking she had him in her.  He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her, hard 
and fast.  This was going to last a long time.  She came, screaming in the 
shower stall as he pounded his cock into her cunt, his stomach slapping 
against her ass.  "Aaahhhhh.....I'mmm commmmingg.  Oh !  Shit, agaaain."  It 
was several minutes later that Gary felt the first tinges of his orgasm 
approaching.  He pulled out and turned her around.  Then pushed her back to 
her knees and soon had his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.  His 
fingers were tangled in her hair, which was now sopping wet and here it came - 
a couple of powerful spurts of jizzim flooded her mouth.  Her mouth came off 
of his cock and he could see his seamen dripping off of her lips and chin and 
on to the tops of her breasts.  He lifted her to her feet and kissed her, 
tasting his seed on her lips and tongue..........

    His daydream was interrupted by the phone.  It was Wanda, his ex.  She 
wanted to know if he could make Al's freshman football game tomorrow 
afternoon.  Al would be real stoked if he could make it.  Maybe they all could 
get together after the game and go to dinner ?  Gary was still in the haze of 
his daydream, thinking about Peggy and her daughter as Wanda went on about how 
excited Al was to get to see his dad more often.  Al was....what ?  Thirteen ?  
Fourteen ?  Jesus, how bad was it if you didn't even know how old your son
was ?!  He told Wanda he was pretty sure he could be there Friday afternoon.  
After he got off the phone he cleaned up his paper work and headed home.

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.2

iQCVAwUBM0HkU5o9y+4wL+b1AQG0vQP9EVlqKc4mGBjyU36F0ON7I26+z0Q3qAym
NMZ8F0sCb3j2FnPGc9izEvfLOHuK1ybwMo/1nCS9Fq9JGUw5xbGzE40OEdREwdaM
eJiEMz1TmVWYrqpC4iyubfhnSglvWvndIyK1CY1VXJu7i8MUDxS+EddXZwYv1kmH
P/PV0vt4SAQ=
=wv/e
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----



Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....."  Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days"  I can't remember..... 


From an19164@anon.nymserver.com Sat Apr 12 16:57:30 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!sprint!news-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-chi-13.sprintlink.net!news.wyoming.com!usenet
From: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero
Subject: REPOST - "SHACK, LEAD !" - CHAPTER THREE
Date: 12 Apr 1997 20:57:30 GMT
Organization: wyoming.com LLC
Lines: 689
Message-ID: <5iosvq$9k5@horn.wyoming.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: shaman.lycaeum.org
Return-Path: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
X-Note: This message was forwarded by an anonymous remailing service. Please report misuse or abuse of this automated anonymous remailing service to <abuse@anon.nymserver.com>
Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories:181804 alt.sex.stories.hetero:24406

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
    hoped for.  If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
           Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).

Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.  And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                       An Adventure of Military Madness

                               "Shack, Lead !"

                               by Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is a military story.  No, it is not a war story.  It is the story of 
the men and women who fought past battles.  It is also the story of the men 
and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused 
by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's 
warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them.  Most of the 
characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and 
children.  All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of 
their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share.  Violent death 
does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new 
territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the 
politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. 
******************************************************************************

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    It was a little after seven-thirty when Willy Tamarack, aka "Malibu," 
arrived at Gary's.  Gary was sitting out on the patio watching the sunset when 
the door bell rang.  Gary got Willy a beer and they both wandered out to the 
patio.

    "Jesus, you've got quite a view here, Wildman.  The view alone ought to 
get you enough pussy to last a life time."

    Gary thought for a moment and then said, "Is there such a thing as 'enough 
pussy'?"  Both he and Malibu laughed until it hurt.

    Willy wasted no time pulling out a baggie of marijuana and soon had a 
joint rolled and going.  Gary and Willy passed it back and forth.  Malibu told 
Gary that he grew his own in one of those growing contraptions that you find 
in men's magazines.  He's been doing it for three years now and never runs 
out.  Gary offers to pay but Willy refuses, saying that he has enough to last 
a life time stored in his freezer.  He laughs about camouflaging them as 
packages of broccoli.  Soon they are both stoned, lost in their own thoughts.  
Gary is back in California - mid-sixties - remembering the first time he got 
stoned - with his brother.  His brother never left the sixties, opening a head 
shop in the early seventies when Gary was in Nam.  Gary used to send him 
porcelain elephants and other trinkets from the "War Zone" as his brother 
liked to call it.  He laughs thinking how well they used to sell.  His brother 
was always trying to get Gary to send more.

    Willy leaves soon after they finish smoking and Gary wandered back out on 
the patio, just goofing.  Malibu left him a four finger lid of his potent 
weed.  He hadn't been stoned in a long time and was some what scared of the 
random drug testing that the service conducted.  Well, he'd worry about that 
when the time came.  Maybe the young girls he spied a couple of days ago would 
get a whiff of it and come begging him for some ?  Fat chance.  Jesus he had 
to stop day dreaming about them.  He better hook up with some pussy soon - 
that's about all he could think of lately.  He turned in early as this staff 
work really tired you out, yea, right ?  The squadrons participating in the 
next Red Flag arrived this weekend and the base would be a hubbub of activity.  
Gary was kind of looking forward to the exercise as this paperwork shit was 
just that - shit.

    All Friday was spent gearing up for the exercise.  In the morning, Major 
Cahill attended meeting after meeting.  Each of them appeared endless and it 
was lunch time before Gary was able to talk to Lieutenant Colonel Jackson 
about leaving a little early to watch his son's football game.  LTC Jackson 
wasn't too hot on the idea but let Gary make the decision, you know, if he had 
his "shit" together for the exercise that started Monday.  Gary assured him he 
did and told him that he would be leaving about two-thirty.  The early 
afternoon dragged by.

    Gary had some difficulty finding the high school where the game was to be 
played and didn't arrive until the first quarter was already over.  Wanda was 
not hard to find.  She was by far the best looking woman in the stands.  
Still, after all these years, Wanda took Gary's breath away.  Tall, with her 
dark hair and well built body; he could see several of the fathers casting 
glances her way.  Gary made his way up the bleachers and called her name when 
he was several rows away.

    Wanda got up and met Gary at the isle and they embraced.  She smelled 
wonderful.  "What's up with the uniform, major ?"  She asked.

    "I've got an asshole for a boss and I'm fighting back."  Gary returned, 
"He's about three years my junior, a zoomie and a lieutenant colonel.  He 
didn't quite make the war and I imagine all he wears are peace time ribbons, 
so, I guess you could say I'm making a statement."

    "Dad heard that you made quite a statement while you were up at Hill, too.  
Have a hard time adjusting to the peace time air force or just the state side 
air force ?"  She laughed and continued.  "Is that why you got passed over ?"

    Gary took the good natured ribbing as it was intended.  "You could say 
that.  After all those years in the Pacific it was hard to keep a straight 
face when some of these state side warriors told you to get psyched up for an 
exercise.  But no, the pass over came before my little problem at Hill.  What 
did your father hear about it ?"

    "Oh !  Just that you were fucking the pants off some lieutenant's wife and 
probably should have been court martialled but had about a zillion friends 
come to your defense.  He said that you were very lucky."

    Gary laughed and told her that his goose would have been cooked if the 
lieutenant, in question, hadn't been fucking the pants off just about every 
airman in the squadron.  They sat and Wanda pointed out their son.  He was the 
starting defensive back on the Bishop Gorman Gaels Freshman Football Team.  
Gary hadn't been much of a joiner in high school; preferring to surf instead.  
He had also attended the "boy's school" in Colorado, as he called it.  
Unfortunately he had finished almost last in his class, a "back bencher" on 
graduation day.  Pilot training, though, was a different story.  Gary finished 
well up in his class and was totally stoked that he got his first choice in 
assignments - a Dragonfly - direct to South East Asia.

    They sat in silence watching the rest of the second quarter.  During half 
time they chatted politely about this and that.  Wanda told him that Al had 
made plans for the evening and wondered if Gary could make it for lunch the 
following day.  Gary asked if the two of them could go out this evening but 
Wanda didn't think that she could keep up with Gary.  Gary didn't push it and 
told her that he would be over for lunch the following day.  The second half 
started and Gary watched as the Gaels got their asses kicked by one of the 
public high schools.  Al played well and was very typically a teenage boy 
after the game when Gary and Wanda went to talk with him.  He asked his dad if 
it was ok if he attended the dance this evening instead of going out with the 
two of them.  He even mentioned that maybe they could go out together.  Gary 
laughed and told him that Wanda had invited him to lunch on Saturday and that 
he would see him then.

    Gary arrived home about six, popped a top and fixed himself some dinner.  
His household goods had arrived during the noon hour and Gary had rushed home 
to let the movers in.  The boxes were littered about the front room.  The 
furniture, mostly rattan stuff that he'd had in the Philippines, was strewn 
about the house in no particular order.  His first order of business would be 
to set up the stereo and get some tunes going.  He was into his third or forth 
beer by the time the stereo was set up.  He put some Neil Young on the CD 
player and started unpacking boxes.  It was a little after midnight before he 
had the house in a semblance of order.  He rolled a joint, got pleasantly 
stoned and then retired for the evening.

    Saturday morning was spent moving furniture from here to there and running 
a couple of loads of wash.  He was really looking forward to seeing Al and his 
mother again.  He felt guilty about not being able to see his son for all 
these years and now that he was stationed in the same town, was planning on 
making it up to him.  It was just after noon when he parked in front of 
Wanda's house.  She had just moved to a new home in the fashionable Green 
Valley area.  The house was tastefully furnished; whether that had to do with 
the money Gary religiously sent her every month or to her own success was 
anyone's guess.  Gary suspected that she did very well.  She was now a full 
professor in English literature at UNLV.

    Al couldn't keep quiet this afternoon; asking Gary all kinds of questions 
about his life in the air force.  He especially wanted to know how Gary had 
got all those medals he was wearing yesterday.  As Gary told the story of Loc 
Nihn, Wanda broke in several times to add things that Gary forgot or left out 
as she had heard the story hundreds of times.  As Wanda added this or that, 
Gary got very quiet and reminisced about that night - the night he often 
dreamed about - the night that "Peaches " bought the farm.  His thoughts were 
interrupted.....

    "Hey !  Dad, how'd you get the name "Wildman ?"  Al asked.

    Gary hesitated.  He very rarely talked about that time in his life.  He 
was one of the few pilots in the air force who had kept the same nickname 
throughout an entire career.  "Well, son..........

                            ### Spring 1972 ###

    He had just landed.  In the confusion of the Spring offensive, no one 
noticed that Gary helped his crew chief turn the aircraft, load the nape and 
rearm the gun.  He was taxiing in under twenty minutes.  Once again, in the 
confusion, no one noticed a lone Dragonfly take off in the stream of aircraft 
that were departing the base to support the defense of South Vietnam, Loc 
Ninh, in particular.  Lieutenant Cahill arrived over Loc Ninh without a 
wingman but flew like twenty aircraft.  The same FAC was on station and Gary 
used the same call sign that he had earlier.  He flew over the crash site a 
thousand times.  The wreckage was clearly visible, still smoldering in the 
night.  After ascertaining that "Peaches" was indeed gone for good he flew 
with a vengeance dropping his napalm as accurately as could be, from very low 
level.  He made multiple passes over the targets that the FAC designated.  
Several times he was called on the radio by his squadron mates.  He refused to 
answer their queries and only headed home when he was out of napalm, bullets 
and gas.

    Upon landing he was met by the squadron commander.  After a thorough 
tongue lashing, Gary begged to be allowed to fly again that night.  Another 
wingman was hustled out to the alert pad and Gary took off again to do battle 
in the skies over Loc Ninh.  Once again, due to the fog of war, no one 
realized that Lieutenant Cahill flew all night long.  The sun was rising when 
Gary touched down for the last time.  Once again he was met by the squadron 
commander.  As it turned out Gary had flown five sorties, totaling almost ten 
hours of flying time during the night, well over the maximum number of sorties 
and hours allowed during a twenty-four hour period.  The last two sorties had 
been flown with a battle damaged aircraft.  Gary had taken some small arms 
through the belly of the aircraft on one of his earlier sorties.  No one had 
noticed and Gary hadn't bothered to report it.  The holes in belly were hardly 
the size of his little finger.  One of the rounds had nicked his thigh on it's 
way through the cockpit.  That's the only reason he knew he'd been hit.  He 
had a hole in his flight suit and a scratch on his thigh.

    This time the squadron commander was not so kind.  When the battle damage 
was brought to his attention he decided that Gary should spend a few days 
cooling his heels as the duty officer.  Gary didn't care as all the anger 
involved with "Peaches'" death had been worked out of his system.  As they 
were leaving the revetment, a procession of official vehicles drove up the 
tarmac.  The lead vehicle was flying the flag of the Republic of Vietnam and 
had a three star license plate.  The squadron commander and Gary came to 
attention and saluted the car.  The procession stopped right in front of the 
revetment.  A full colonel of the Vietnamese Air Force rushed around the 
vehicle and opened the door.  From the rear vehicles, several soldiers armed 
with M-16's rushed forward toward the lead car.  Lieutenant General Nuyan 
Trahn stepped from the rear of the lead vehicle.  He returned the salute and 
turned to his aide.

    The colonel started speaking immediately, "Our forces have reported that 
one of your airplanes was shot down over Loc Ninh earlier this evening.  
General Trahn wishes to pay his respects."  His English was excellent with 
just trace of a French accent.  "We have also heard that there is another of 
your airplanes, call sign...Hawk 7...who has flown most courageously in the 
defense of our country.  The General would like to meet the pilot and thank 
him personally for his brave combat this evening.  Our ground troops in the 
vicinity of Loc Ninh report that this man is fearless.  Is this pilot 
available to meet General Trahn ?"

    The squadron commander looked at Lieutenant Cahill and asked, "Isn't that 
the call sign you were using tonight, Lieutenant ?"

    Gary just nodded his head.  The Vietnamese colonel spoke to General Trahn.  
The General turned toward Gary and continued to talk to his aide.  The colonel 
turned and barked an order to the driver, who hustled up to the General with a 
small box.  The colonel turned toward the squadron commander and continued.

    "General Trahn wishes to present the Lieutenant with a token of 
appreciation from the Republic of Vietnam."  General Trahn had stepped forward 
toward Gary while taking a medal from the box.  He leaned forward and pinned 
the medal to Gary's flight suit.  The General stepped back and saluted.  Gary 
returned the salute as the General was talking to his aide.  They both 
laughed.

    By now there was quite a crowd of enlisted men and a few other pilots 
standing behind the squadron commander and Gary.  "The General says that this 
Lieutenant flies his airplane like a "Wildman" and that if we had more like 
him we would drive the NVA back to their side of the DMZ."  With that they all 
got back into their vehicles and sped off down the ramp.  Gary did spend the 
next several days behind the duty desk but the nickname stuck.  He'd been 
"Wildman" ever since..........

    As Gary drove home he reflected on the great time he had with Wanda and 
Al.  He was honestly looking forward to seeing them again.  He had invited Al 
over to spend some time with him but Al was hesitant because of his school and 
football schedule.  Gary said that maybe they could make a weekend of it 
sometime.  Al thought that would be pretty cool and they promised to keep in 
touch.  He was also hoping to see Wanda again.  Actually he was trying to 
figure his chances of getting in her pants.  She had looked really great again 
today.  Arriving home, he noticed that he had received his first message on 
the answering machine.

    "Hey !  "Wildman !"  It's Knob, you horny bastard.  What the fuck are you 
doing away from home on a Saturday afternoon ?  Probably fucking the shit out 
of some bimbo - I hope....Ha !  Ha !  Just arrived for the Flag exercise.  
Staying on base at the Q.  If you're home before six give me a call and we'll 
go out, tell each other lies and try to scare up some women.  You been here 
long enough to know where the hot chicks hang out, right ?!  If you can't make 
it, I'll see you next week sometime.  Don't do anything that I wouldn't do !!  
Ha !  Ha !"

    Gary glanced at his watch.  It was a little after seven.  He called the 
base anyway and listened to Knob's phone ring and ring and ring.  Shit, why 
the fuck did he stay at Wanda's so long.  If he hadn't hung around her place; 
imagining he was getting some where, he'd be down town with Knob "runnin' the 
ville."  Again he rolled a joint and headed out to the patio to smoke it.  The 
strip was just coming to life - the lights starting to twinkle.  In a short 
while Gary was stoned as hell and wandered back to his bedroom - another early 
night.  He'd never get any pussy this way.

    It had only been a couple of months since he'd seen "Knob."  Captain 
"Knob" was stationed at Hill with Gary.  He was also fucking around with a 
married woman, a squadron commander's wife.  "Wildman" and his "married woman" 
had partied with them a couple of times.  Boy, were those nights to remember.  
Knob wasn't involved at the time "Wildman" was caught; but he was instrumental 
in getting "public" opinion behind Gary.  It seems like he notified everyone 
in the world that the lieutenant, whose wife Gary was boffing, was fucking 
just about every airman in the wing at the time.  "So what was the big
deal ??"  Knob kept asking.

    Gary remembered the first time he met Knob.  It was in the Philippines.  
Captain Knob was a lieutenant in one of the squadrons down from the "Kun" for 
Cope Thunder.  Knob had been in the right place at the right time during one 
of the Cope Thunder missions and had shot down three F-15s and got them all on 
video tape.  At the debrief, the tape was played and a lot of F-15 drivers 
were a little upset.  Knob never partied without his guitar and that night in 
Angeles City, he sang songs about the "twin-tailed sissies" and how they were 
so big that anyone could knock them from the sky.  Some of the "Eagle" drivers 
took offense and a fight broke out.  Gary just happened to be in the same bar, 
checking out the TDY crowd.  When the air police were called, Gary grabbed 
Knob and spirited him out the back of the bar and through the alley ways of 
Angeles city to a small bar he frequented.  Gary and Knob spent the rest of 
the evening getting to know each other and rolling around in the hay with two 
lovely Filipina ladies.  The friendship continued to grow when they had been 
stationed at Hill together in the late '80's.  He was looking forward to 
seeing Knob again, Knob reminded him of better times.  He laughed at the time 
they were TDY in Europe together.  Gary was on the wing staff at Hill and was 
sent to supervise, yea, right..........

                             ### Summer 1986 ###

    "Wildman" couldn't quite get used to the weather here in Northern Europe 
during the Summer time.  To him the Summer meant warmth and surf.  Here the 
temperature on an August day rarely hit 70 and that was way too cold for  
Gary.  Even Hill, during the Summer, had temperatures in the 90's sometimes.  
The deployment had been a terrific success and there were just a few days left 
until the squadron packed up and left for Hill.  Gary had pretty much behaved 
himself on this trip.  In fact since he left the Pacific to come to Hill, life 
had been pretty copacetic.  He was finding it hard to locate the kind of women 
he was used to out in the Pacific.  Most of the women he met were married and 
the ones that weren't, were enlisted.  The rules on fraternization here, in 
the states, were much more strictly enforced than they were "out there."

    Gary was just wandering through the enlisted quarters, keeping an eye on 
the troops.  This was their last weekend here and there would be no flying 
until the jets left on Monday.  He had joined some of the enlisted men and 
women in a couple of beers and was getting ready to head back to his hotel.  
That's one advantage officers had.  He was staying in a very nice hotel about 
three miles from the base.  The enlisted were staying in barracks on the base.  
Arriving at his hotel he was met by Captain Knob, this usually meant trouble.  
Knob had had a couple of brews and was in the mood to party, Gary could tell.

    "Yo !  Major Cahill."  Knob yelled from down the hall.

    "Yo ! Knob."  Gary called back.  Knob was making his way up the hall 
towards Gary's room.  There was a group of pilots gathered at the end of the 
hall, just drinking beer and generally fucking around.  Keeping fighter pilots 
amused on the weekends had been the hardest chore for the supervisors as there 
wasn't a lot to do.  Luckily the local population drank heavily and the 
"native" girls had an open mind about relationships.  Many of the guys had got 
lucky and bedded some of the local talent.

    "Can we talk in your room ?"  Knob asked Gary.

    "Sure, what's on your mind, captain ?"

    When the door was closed, Knob continued.  "I've got a small problem."

    "Yea, I'll bet."

    "No, it's nothing like that, "Wildman" !  You see; I've arranged to meet a 
couple of enlisted ladies at a weekend retreat about thirty miles from here.  
Lieutenant Lester was going to accompany me, but unfortunately his wife showed 
up unexpectedly and he can't make it.  I was wondering if you could break away 
tomorrow and come with me.  I've got the bus schedule all worked out.  The 
ladies will meet us there tomorrow afternoon.  Hey !  Man, we can party like 
we did in the P.I. that time.  What do you say ?"

    "Shit, Knob, I don't know.  You sure you got this all figured out.  This 
isn't the Pacific, you know.  We could get our asses in a crack if we get 
caught.  You ever been to this place ?"  Gary's promotion board to Lieutenant 
Colonel was being held in a couple of months.  He didn't want to blow it now.

    "No sweat, "Wildman"; one of the ladies set it up.  She has spent a lot of 
time here in Europe and stayed at the place a couple of years ago.  She says 
that there is no way anybody we know would ever be staying there.  Come on, 
man, this will be like the P.I. all over again only better.  These ladies are 
real cool, no shit.  Lester and I were with them this Summer a couple of 
times.  In fact, you almost caught us that time you gave the girls a heads up 
about the drug screen.  Remember ?"

    Gary did remember, although he had no idea that Knob was in the room with 
them.  "Who are they, Knob ?"

    "The one I'm with is Maggie Lee, she's that airman we borrowed from the 
wing.  The other one is Carol Whitouski, she's the admin chick from 16th.  We 
borrowed her too.  I'm telling you, Wildman, you'll kick yourself later if you 
don't party with us - no shit, man."

    "Is the Whitouski woman the one with the skimpy bikini this Summer, you 
know, the one with lots of bush ?"  Gary asked.

    Knob countered with, "Hey !  Man, I don't know.  Lester's the one who's 
been fucking her.  Not me.  You want me to ask him ?"  Knob started laughing 
like crazy.

    "Fuck you, Knob.  What time are we leaving ?"

    The next morning Knob and Wildman were out of the town on the 0700 bus to 
the big city.  There weren't many military on the bus at that hour as the 
partying went on almost all night.  Knob followed the directions, that Carol 
Whitouski gave him, explicitly.  They arrived at the Inn after a half hour 
walk through some very pretty landscape.  The retreat was really out in the 
middle of no where, surrounded by forest.  It was really not an Inn but a 
collection of small cottages.  In no time, Gary and Knob were settled.  The 
rooms were very small but by far the greatest thing about the small Inn was 
the individual saunas out behind each cottage.  Gary could hardly wait to get 
airman Whitouski out in the sauna without her clothes on.  He was dying to 
work up a sweat with her.

    The young ladies arrived just before noon.  Wildman knew it was going to 
be a great time when Knob produced a bottle of ginseng.  They were all sitting 
in the small front room of the cottage.  Carol Whitouski was really quite good 
looking.  Sometimes you never knew with airmen - some were real hot and some 
were dogs.  Carol was very attractive and had a body to boot.  A little short 
for Gary but with a nice blouse full of tit and a great looking ass.  Her dark 
hair really accentuated her dark tan.  Gary and her were getting along rather 
splendidly when Knob and airman Lee pestered Carol to show them how to get to 
the shrine.  Carol had told them about a great little shrine that was about a 
mile away.  So off the four of them went.  As soon as they were out of sight 
of the Inn, Maggie Lee produced a marijuana cigarette and by the time they 
reached the shrine they were all in Nirvana.

    On the way back Knob suggested that they all chill out in the sauna.  
Maggie laughed hilariously about Knob's choice of words.  She doubted that 
they'd "chill out" in the sauna.  The girls told Knob and Wildman that they'd 
meet them there, so Gary and Knob went direct to the sauna and turned on the 
heat.  Knob found some towels and he and Gary stripped down and wrapped up in 
the towels.  The girls arrived several minutes later.  Both of them were 
wearing terry cloth robes.  Wildman was thinking....."it was just about party 
time !!"  The sauna had two sets of benches on each side of the room.  The 
girls had sat on one side and Gary and Knob sat on the other.  Another joint 
was making the rounds, conversation was light and Knob had uncorked the 
ginseng.

    Knob was the first to disrobe, so to speak, and hung his towel on a peg on 
the wall.  All of them were starting to perspire freely.  When Gary took off 
his towel the conversation stopped for a moment.  Both of the young ladies 
openly stared at his cock.  He was still flaccid and it hung down below his 
balls.  He was about six or seven inches soft.  Knob made the first move and 
crossed the room to help Maggie out of her robe.  Gary just watched.  She had 
a nice body.  Small tennis ball size tits with quarter size, coral colored 
areolae, topped with tiny nipples that looked almost sharp.  Her skin was a 
very light tan color and it made her areolae and nipples look that much 
darker.  Her long, midnight black hair hung down over her shoulders; combined 
with her oriental eyes, she was a very sexy young lady.  She had slim hips and 
her box was covered with a surprisingly lush growth of jet black pubic hair 
that hardly had any curl to it at all.

    While Gary was occupied watching Maggie, Carol had stripped off her robe 
and crossed the room to Gary.  She wasn't much taller than Maggie but had a 
lot more meat on her.  Her tits were the size of large apples and were much 
higher on her chest than Maggie's, with just a slight sag to them.  They were 
topped with overly large light brown areolae and nipples the size of small 
pebbles.  Carol has a very hairy twat.  Her bush is diamond shaped, covering 
her whole lower stomach, almost reaching her belly button.  Although the hair 
just below her navel is not as thick as the hair below; it is still very 
discernible.  The hair covering her mound is very thick, dark and curly.  She 
has her hands on Wildman's knees and is just staring into his eyes when Gary 
finally turns his attention to her.  She leans forward and bites the lobe of 
his right ear, whispering, "I think I'm in love."

    Gary laughs loudly and says, "Lust at least."  His cock is starting to 
harden and he can feel the sweat dripping off of her body, splattering against 
his thighs and lower stomach.  Carol reaches for one of the towels on the wall 
and places it on the bench and gets to her knees between Gary's legs.  He is 
growing in leaps and bounds, very near his full length - nine long inches.  
Carol takes his cock in her hands as if to measure him and begins to squeeze 
his hard phallus.  Gary glances across the sauna and sees Knob on his knees 
between Maggie's legs.  Her legs are up over his shoulders and he is eating 
the shit out of her.  Her ass is starting to move about on the bench seat and 
then he feels Carol's lips caress the head of his cock.

    Carol is no stranger to sucking cock and soon has Gary pumping his hips up 
to meet her mouth and lips.  She is taking most of his cock with every thrust.  
Gary has rarely had a woman take the whole length in her mouth and is thinking 
that this young lady may just get it all.  She has both hands at the base of 
his cock and is bobbing her head up and down in his lap.  She swallows almost 
the whole length and keeps it captured in her mouth and throat while massaging 
his balls with her hands and fingers.  He flexes his cock and it jumps in her 
mouth.  She chokes a bit, comes off of his cock a couple of inches and 
swallows him again.  He can feel her lips near the base of his cock, reaching 
out to capture his entire length.  Gary has both of his hands wrapped in her 
short dark hair and pulls her off of his dick.  "Let's fuck, Carol."  He 
rasps.

    "Not now, Wildman.  I love to swallow.  Cum in my mouth, Gary."  Her head 
drops to his lap and her mouth engulfs his cock.  She's bobbing like crazy.  
Gary's hips are uncontrollable, pumping his meat in and out of her mouth.  He 
can hear choking sounds coming from his crotch.  He's getting close.  He 
throws back his head and yells, "Fuuuck....Oh !  Jesus, suck it, Carol.  
Aaaahhh !  Oh !  Fuuuuck !  Suck me.  Here coooomes."  The first spurt is a 
long shuddering blast of cum followed by several short spurts.  Then another 
long blast of seamen fills her mouth.  Her lips are now at the base of the 
head of his cock, milking all the jizzim out of his deflating cock.  One hand 
is pumping him.  As he deflates, she captures more of his dick and begins to 
bob her head in his lap again.  Several more small spurts of cum dribble into 
her mouth and she slurps them up.  She finally breaks contact with his cock 
when it was soft, then swallows him entirely.  He can feel her tongue explore 
his soft meat.

    When she finishes, Gary is really spent.  He can hardly move.  He has 
never had a blow job like that.  His meat is limp and Carol is still kneeling 
between his legs, licking his balls and thighs.  He glances up and sees that 
both Knob and Maggie are watching them.  They start clapping and then 
laughing.  Knob has a semi and Maggie is wide eyed staring at Gary's cock.  
Knob reaches for Maggie's hand and guides it to his growing member.  She 
wastes no time pumping him to hardness and then straddles him.  Gary watches 
Knob's cock enter her vagina.  She immediately starts bouncing in his lap.  
Gary can see Knob thrusting his hips up to meet her.  At this rate Knob isn't 
going to last long.

    Gary leans down and kisses Carol.  His cock is starting to stir watching 
Maggie's tight little butt bounce up and down on Knob's dick.  Carol breaks 
the kiss and goes down on Gary.  His cock is starting to feel strong.  Carol 
is licking the underside when Gary pulls her off and kisses her again.  He 
reaches a hand down between her legs and buries a finger in her moist twat.  
"Jesus, she's got a hairy twat," Gary thinks.  She is definitely wet enough to 
fuck.  He begins to stand and Carol's mouth is again at his meat, nibbling and 
licking.  Gary is very hard now and dying to get his cock in her cunt.  He 
pulls her up by the shoulders and she gets to her feet.  They are standing in 
the middle of the sauna, kissing when both Maggie and Knob announce their 
orgasms.  They are laughing into each other's mouth.  Carol pushes Gary away 
and sits on the upper bench spreading her legs.  She pulls her knees up and 
out and Gary is treated to a spectacular view of her very hairy crotch.  He 
can barely make out a slash of pink meat in all the dark curls.

    "Come on, lover, fuck me."  Carol whispers.  Gary leans forward burying 
his head in her crotch.  She laughs and begs, "Come on, Wildman, fuck me."  
Gary keeps licking her very wet vagina.  Her lush bush is tickling his face.  
She's pumping her hips back to meet his exploring tongue.  His lips, cheeks 
and tongue are drenched with her slickness.  Gary wants to fuck her, bad.  He 
reaches for her hands and pulls her to her feet.  He pulls her down to the 
floor and turns her toward the bench.  She goes to her hands on the bench and 
presents Gary with her great butt.  He presses his cock between her cheeks and 
runs his cock up and down the crack of her ass cheeks.  One of her hands is 
massaging his balls.  He pulls back and she is guiding him into her twat.

    She's like liquid heat.  The folds of her pussy slippery and gooey with 
her juices.  Gary places both hands on her hips and pulls her onto his cock.  
Her head comes back and she screams a little as he forces his meat into her 
cunt.  The scream turns Gary on and he is fucking her like crazy, their wet 
bodies slapping together.  He is nowhere near cuming and continues to ram his 
cock in and out of her cunt.  Slap, slap, slap, slap.  He can see the jungle 
of hair between her ass cheeks, watch his cock disappear in and out of her 
lush growth.  She has both hands on the bench and is pushing back with every 
thrust.  Her orgasm is loud and long, "Ahhhhhhhh, Oh !  Fuck, Yeaaaaa.  
Fassster,  Fuuuck me."  Her screams filled the sauna.  Gary kept fucking her, 
his rhythm set as he continued to pummel her upthrust behind.

    Maggie had moved down toward them, just watching Gary's cock slide in and 
out of her friend's cunt.  Gary put his arm around her and brought her closer.  
Maggie and Gary started to kiss and Gary could feel her hand caress his ass 
cheeks.  He pulled out of Carol and turned Maggie toward the bench. She went 
to her hands and presented Gary with her rear end.  It was nowhere near as 
inviting as Carol's but that didn't stop Gary from sliding his cock right into 
her spread open, cum soaked cunt.  Even after Knob had fucked her, her cunt 
was much tighter than Carol's.  Maybe not tighter but with less meat on it.  
He spread the cheeks of her ass and was greeted by an almost hairless asshole.  
He placed his thumb on it and pressed.  It gobbled up about an inch of Gary's 
thumb and he started fucking the shit out of her.  Carol was now at his side, 
one hand spreading Maggie's ass, the other searching between Gary's ass 
cheeks.

    As her finger slid into Gary's anus, he couldn't hold back any longer and 
blew his load into the clenching pussy of Maggie Lee.  He kept fucking long 
after he stopped cuming.  Carol's finger remained in his ass and he could feel 
his anus spazaming around it.  As Gary pulled out of Maggie Lee, Carol dropped 
to her knees and gobbled up his cock.  Knob got up off of the bench with a 
raging hardon and pulled Carol to her feet.  He quickly bent her over and 
buried himself in her cunt.  Maggie Lee finished cleaning the cum and jizzim 
off of Gary's cock while Carol and Knob filled the sauna with orgasmic sounds 
as they satisfied each other.

    The four of them squeezed into the small shower back in the cottage they 
shared and if Gary and Knob minded rubbing together occasionally, they said 
nothing about it.  Most of the time though all they felt was the soft smooth 
skin of the hot young ladies sharing the shower with them.  Carol was laughing 
and telling them all about the time Maggie and her first shared a shower.  
Gary thought that might be an interesting story and encouraged her to 
continue.  Knob had already heard the story and thought they all ought to get 
out and drink a little ginseng.  Maggie Lee thought that maybe Carol and her 
could show the boys what Carol was talking about while they recuperated a bit.  
They were soon all dried off and out in the front room of the bungalow.

    Maggie and Carol wasted no time as a joint and the bottle of ginseng made 
the rounds.  They were soon locked in 69 on the couch, busily munching at each 
other's snatch.  Gary started to get hard almost immediately.  Knob moved over 
to the  girls and was feeding Carol his limp dick as she was on top.  Gary 
moved to Carol's rear and spread her cheeks.  Maggie was lapping at her very 
spread labia, pink and slick.  Gary leaned down and reamed out Carol's 
asshole.  He could hear the sucking and licking sounds that they were all 
making and was as hard as steel.  Carol was going to get a little surprise.  
Gary was up and into Carol's wet pussy with just a little help from Maggie, 
who kept her tongue active on Gary's balls.  Gary wasted no time, pounding his 
cock in and out of Carol's stretched twat and working his thumb into her 
asshole.  Knob had his hands entwined in her short dark hair and was feeding 
her all of his cock.  Gary now had his thumb buried in her clenching anus and 
drooled some spit down on her ass and asshole.  He rubbed the spit around her 
anus and then placed the head of his cock at her back door.

    He heard her gasp around Knob's cock as about three inches of his cock 
popped into her asshole.  He pulled out just a little and then forced more of 
his meat into her butt.  Maggie was painting his balls with her saliva.  He 
pushed harder and more of his cock filled Carol's clenching anus.  He started 
pumping, fucking her asshole.  God, did this feel great.  She was the tightest 
thing he had ever been in.  He could hear her groaning and moaning around the 
cock that Knob was pumping in and out of her mouth.  It wouldn't be long as 
Maggie had now spread his cheeks and was running a finger up and down the 
crack of his ass as her tongue teased his hanging scrotum.  He came before 
Knob, yelling out his orgasm, feeling his jizzim fill Carol's tight anal 
passage.  His pubic bush was soon soaked with cum as he continued to pound his 
cock in and out of her asshole.  Finally he leaned back and gazed at the river 
of seamen that flooded out of her asshole as Knob continued to fuck her face.  
Each time her asshole clenched, a dribble of cum rolled down into her thick 
bush.  Maggie had buried her face and tongue back into Carol's abundant thatch 
and some of Gary's seamen was dripping onto her forehead and into her hair.

    The rest of the weekend was a blur but that wasn't the last time that 
Airman Carol Whitouski got the shit, literally fucked out of her.  Knob even 
fucked Maggie Lee in the ass a couple of times and the guys tried to talk one 
or both of the ladies into taking them both on at one time - one in the cunt 
and the other in the ass but the girls drew the line at that..........

    What a fucking shitty weekend, Gary thought.  He had a raging hardon when 
he got up Sunday morning.  At that point he would have given up just about 
anything for some hot pussy.  The rest of day was a blur of more household 
chores.  He was actually looking forward to Monday morning and the beginning 
of Red Flag.  In actuality, Gary was bored to death and horny as hell.  He 
even considered going down to the strip and trying to pick up some pussy but 
figured on Sunday he wouldn't have much hope of even doing that.

    He missed the neighborhood young ladies on Monday morning and is behind 
the console at the Range Group at 0630 checking out the equipment.  Lieutenant 
Colonel Jackson doesn't arrive until about a quarter to seven and Gary can 
tell that the asshole is impressed that Gary is already at work.  It's a 
little past seven-thirty when the first group of fighters checks in.  Gary is 
really starting to feel out of the grove - that he is not a part of the group.  
He can hear and feel the excitement in the voices of the pilots as they 
organize themselves to race across the range and deliver their ordinance.  
Maybe he can't do this for eighteen months standing on his head.  This is 
going to be tough.

    The voice checking in one of the last flights sounded very familiar.  Gary 
has to listen very closely because the radio room was filled with people 
watching the range display and listening to the action.  There is no doubt in 
Gary's mind now that he has heard that voice another time.  It's Captain Knob. 
The envy Gary feels is hard to take.  Eighteen months of this might kill him.  
He ached to be in on the action to be a part of the strike flight.  Once the 
exercise started, Gary didn't have time to reminisce; he was too busy doing 
his job.  The debrief was also painful as was meeting all the pilots in the 
bar that evening.  Gary was looking forward to Friday, what for, he wasn't 
sure but each day he felt more and more divorced from his prior air force 
days.  This was hell, worse than any pass over and it would last for eighteen 
months.

    Friday finally arrived but Gary hardly spent any time in the bar with the 
boys.  He couldn't stand not being a part of the group so after a single beer 
he left the base and headed home.  The local casino\bar, Big Dogs, drew his 
attention as he realized that he hadn't eaten since breakfast, having run both 
of the Red Flag missions.  He parked and entered the brightly lit bar.  He 
wandered through the bar and got himself a table.  Across the room both Tina 
and her mother watched Gary sit and order a beer.

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.2

iQCVAwUBM0Hkc5o9y+4wL+b1AQExmwP9F6HXW3QPucfIGwdeZ56s6LFBPWdYAvD9
1496fjJ8Y4gEMIdIyGSdCVxxc3VQjw5+zeZ43gEONw72izhgP22KsCmYSaACe9n3
xPYu0KzECFYVECjYAyGhYBcFKtXtEuecH56ydc+EtbL1vABFuL4OmWxDyRfYCyml
n89yBfwgYaY=
=oT7p
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----



Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....."  Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days"  I can't remember..... 


From an19164@anon.nymserver.com Sat Apr 12 16:58:00 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-chi-13.sprintlink.net!news.wyoming.com!usenet
From: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero
Subject: FIRST POSTING - "SHACK, LEAD !" - CHAPTER FOUR - PART ONE
Date: 12 Apr 1997 20:58:00 GMT
Organization: wyoming.com LLC
Lines: 435
Message-ID: <5iot0o$9k8@horn.wyoming.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: shaman.lycaeum.org
Return-Path: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
X-Note: This message was forwarded by an anonymous remailing service. Please report misuse or abuse of this automated anonymous remailing service to <abuse@anon.nymserver.com>
Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories:181806 alt.sex.stories.hetero:24408

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
    hoped for.  If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
           Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).

Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.  And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                       An Adventure of Military Madness

                               "Shack, Lead !"

                               by Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is a military story.  No, it is not a war story.  It is the story of 
the men and women who fought past battles.  It is also the story of the men 
and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused 
by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's 
warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them.  Most of the 
characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and 
children.  All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of 
their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share.  Violent death 
does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new 
territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the 
politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. 
******************************************************************************

                     ***** CHAPTER FOUR - PART ONE *****

    Tina could hardly wait to get home and call Diane.  Her mother had told 
her that she would be spending the weekend at a friend's home in L.A. and that 
meant party time at her house.  She wasn't positive but was pretty sure that 
the guy she saw in the restaurant was the guy who had moved into their old 
party house down the block.  The fact that he was wearing a flight suit 
probably confirmed that it wasn't marijuana she had smelled last weekend as 
they were sneaking around his property while breaking into the house next 
door.

    "Diane...Hey !  It's Tina.  My mom is leaving this weekend.  When can you 
come over ?"

    "Not for a while, I'm still trying to score some bud.  Things are pretty 
tight.  She gona be gone all weekend ?"

    "Yea.  Did you try Robbie ?  He told me Wednesday that he was going to get 
some righteous bud for the weekend."

    "No.  I didn't try Robbie.  You know I can't stand the guy and I am not 
going to ask him over just to get a little bud off of him.  He'll probably 
want to get it on with both of us both if I do."

    Tina laughed, "Hey, he's not too bad."

    "You haven't.....have you ?  Terry'll kick your ass if he finds out you've 
been doing it with Robbie.  He can't stand the guy."

    Tina kept laughing and said, "Of course not, stupid.  I think he's as big 
a dork as you do but he might have bud and if we have Terry and some of his 
friends over.....Well, that would make it ok, right ?!"

    Diane thought about that and then continued with, "I thought we were going 
to leave the boys out of it this weekend.  All they wanted to do last weekend 
was screw.  I mean they hardly had any bud and what they had was shitty.  Let 
me get back to scoring some bud and I'll call you back."

    "Ok, Diane, but make it fast I'm dying to get stoned."  With that, Tina 
hung up the phone and changed into some jeans and a "T" shirt.  She had 
decided that it wouldn't take her much time to scope out the "flight suit" 
guy's place.  She was sure that she had smelled marijuana last weekend......

    Gary had left Big Dogs after a couple of beers and a cheese burger.  He, 
too, had noticed the mother and daughter and wondered if it was the blond from  
the school bus.  Other than the first time he saw her with her friend, and 
that was from the rear, he had never really seen her close up.  The mother was 
damn good looking.  He wouldn't mind fucking her.  As long as he's thinking 
about it - both of them - at the same time too !  Shit, what are the chances ?
Just about zero with his luck.

    He arrived home and stripped off his flight suit and rolled a couple of 
joints.  He sure was getting used to Malibu's dope.  It was some of the best 
he'd ever smoked.  He was a little pissed that Knob hadn't looked him up after 
the exercise ended today but realized that he had probably already scored with 
some chick and was balling her brains out at this very moment.  Gary had 
torched up a joint, was bare ass naked and really trippin'.  He was padding 
down the hall when.....

    Tina was sneaking along the wall of the house and approaching the patio 
from the side.  She peaked around the corner and heard the hot tub cycling 
through a heat cycle.  At least the guy is home.  She hadn't smelled any 
marijuana and was thinking of blowing it off when the guy walked out on the 
patio bare ass naked.  He hadn't seen her and was just gazing out over the Las 
Vegas Valley.  The sun was low on the horizon and shinning right into the 
patio.  The senses of sight and smell both competed for her attention.  She 
was staring at the largest cock she had ever seen, bigger even than her uncle 
Bob's, who she'd seen naked last Summer - bigger than in the porno flicks that 
her and Diane had watched - and like...three times the size of the two guys 
she'd done it with.  At the same time the sweet smell of marijuana floated out 
to meet her.  She must have moved or something because the guy turned to look 
at her.  She froze and he didn't move at all.  She had a hard time drawing her 
gaze away from his dick but finally focused on his face.  He didn't seem 
embarrassed at all and just stared back at her.

    "Oh !  Sorry,"  Gary reached for his towel and wrapped it around his 
waist.  It was the same young girl from Big Dog's.  The same young thing that 
he had spied that first day, when he moved into the house.  Shit she'll 
probably run home, tell her mom I flashed her and I'll end up in Leavenworth 
for the rest of my life, breaking big rocks into little rocks.  Jesus, I wish 
I wasn't so stoned.  "My name's Gary.  What's yours ?"

    Tina was still frozen to the spot and had a hard time deciding what to 
say.  She finally croaked out, "Tina.  What's yours ?"

    Gary laughed that real loud laugh of his and was sure it startled her.  He 
was the one who was stoned and she's asking his name a couple of seconds after 
he tells her.  What the hell, maybe she's stoned too.  "My name's Gary.  Why 
don't you come up on the porch, Tina, and we can share this joint ?"

    She moved slowly toward the screen door.  She wasn't at all sure about 
this but the thought of getting some dope drove her to climb the steps and 
enter the patio.  She stood close to the door, afraid to really enter the 
patio.  Gary walks over toward her and holds out the joint.  She reaches for 
it and then pulls her hand away.

    "Oh !  Shit I forgot.  My mom's still home.....I can't get stoned right 
now.  Maybe you could give me some for later ?  Would that be cool ?"

    Gary laughs again, "Of all the luck.  Yea, sure but I've just got a little 
and I need to have some for myself tonight.  If you want some more maybe you 
could come back tomorrow.  I'm going to meet a guy tomorrow and score some 
more.  Cool ?!"  Quick thinking, especially since he's really ripped.  "You 
could bring your friend if you want ?!"

    "Ah.....Yea...Sure, mister."

    "It's Gary, Tina.  Call me, Gary."

    Gary went over to the TV table by the door to the house and picked up the 
other joint he had rolled.  He crossed the patio and handed it to her.  She 
had stayed by the door and as soon as he handed it to her she backed down the 
stairs and said, "Thanks, Gary.  Thanks a lot.  Maybe, I'll see you tomorrow ?  
What time are you going to see this guy ?"

    She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at him.  "Oh...I 
don't know but I'm pretty sure that I'll have the stuff by three or four."

    "Great.  Maybe I'll see you then."  With that she walked quickly around 
the corner of the house and disappeared.  Gary sprinted through the house and 
peaked through the drapes, watching her walk down the street towards her 
house.  God, she's got a nice little butt - really cute too.  I sure would 
like to get into that tonight.  Thoughts of Leavenworth floated through his 
head.  Oh !  Well, back to the hot tub.  He took a long hit on the smoldering 
marijuana cigarette in his hand.  The hot tub felt great.  He let his mind 
wander back to better times when he didn't seem to be without pussy for more 
than a couple of days.  God, that seemed so long ago.  His pass over had 
really affected his out look on life in general and the service in particular.  
As he thought more about it, he realized the pass over had affected his whole 
life in a rather negative manner.........


                            ### Christmas 1986 ###

    Captain Dee Ann Child was cleaning up some errant paper work on this 
Friday afternoon.  Not much was happening in the Wing Commander's office.  Two 
of the wing's squadrons were still out on their foul weather deployments and 
foul was a good term to describe the weather that was affecting this part of 
Northern Utah.  Several days before Dee Ann had been notified that she had 
been accepted to pilot training and she was on cloud nine.  Her dream come 
true.  The intercom rang and Dee Ann picked up the phone to answer.

    "Captain Child speaking."

    "Dee Ann, how about getting Major Cahill on the line and tell him to get 
down here.  I need to talk to him in person."  Colonel Stan Scottsfield said 
over the phone.

    "Sure thing, sir.  You want to see him right now ?"

    "I need to see him before the close of business.  The sooner the better."  
In front of him on the desk was the Lieutenant Colonel board results.  Overall 
the wing did pretty well.  Well above the average but that didn't make the 
one's who didn't make it, feel any better.  Colonel Scottsfield had known 
Major Cahill for many years.  Gary had been in his flight when he was a flight 
commander in Nam.  When was that ?  1971.....1972 ?  He couldn't remember.  
Gary was a lieutenant then.  So many years ago.  The next half hour was going 
to be difficult.  There are always some people, that on paper look like 
they're a shoe in but end up not making the cut.

    Gary was a little surprised with the call to the wing commander's office.  
He hardly spent any time there as the chief of wing scheduling.  Captain Child 
was behind her desk when he entered the office.  Now, there is someone he'd 
like to fuck, he thought.  He'd known Captain Child since his last tour at the 
Kun.  Caught her and her enlisted boy friend down at Pussan fucking their 
brains out.  Well that's ok, that's what he was doing at the time, with his 
enlisted girl friend.

    "Congratulations, Dee Ann.  I'm really happy about your pilot training 
slot.  When are you leaving ?"

    "Not until the end of January, Gary.  I can hardly wait."

    "Yea, I'll bet," Gary said.  "Do you happen to know what this is about ?"

    "Don't have a clue, Gary, unless it's the lieutenant colonel board 
results.  They just arrived in the mail this morning from CBPO and no, I 
didn't get a look at them."

    Gary's heart skipped a beat.  It had to be good news.  He was a shoe in, 
right ?  You almost never knew with these things.  Gary had seen plenty of 
good guys get passed over.  He had heard one story about a Vietnam POW who got 
passed over to Lieutenant Colonel.  Boy !  I bet that son of a bitch was 
pissed off.

    As soon as he entered the office he knew that his fun meter was going to 
be pegged.  The look on the Colonel's face told the whole story and the words 
that went with it were hardly heard.  No staff job, no masters degree and 
hadn't completed Air War College, performance reports are outstanding 
but.....Gary appeared shrunken when he departed the wing commander's office 
and didn't say a word to Dee Ann.  Pussy was the last thing on his mind.  
Colonel Scottsfield promised that he would do everything in his power to help 
Gary get promoted the next time around but Gary would have to fill some of 
these other "squares" to have a chance.

    Gary was out of the building before he knew it and parked in front of the 
O'club.  He needed a drink, maybe a couple.  A Jack Daniel's on the rocks 
stopped the shaking in his hands but his heart was still pounding a mile a 
minute.  What the fuck was he going to do now.  The last thing in the world he 
wanted to do was go back to school.  A year from now he still wouldn't have a 
masters degree and air war college took a year to complete.  Aw !  Fuck it.  
Just then a group of pilots entered the bar, after all it was Friday 
afternoon.

    "Hey, Wildman !  You look like you just had your dick cut off."  Captain 
Knob yelled from across the bar.  "Your latest piece of ass cut you off ?"  
Several of the pilots laughed at that.  Gary hardly heard the joke and only 
acknowledged Knob when he came up beside him and elbowed him in the ribs.  By 
then Knob knew something wasn't right.  Gary began telling him about his 
meeting with Colonel Scottsfield.....

    Vicky Short was in the process of rolling her hair.  She had a thick, dark 
mane of beautiful hair.  Yes, it was starting to go gray.  When you're the 
wife of a fighter pilot, it tended to do that but the gray was easily covered 
with the hair coloring she used.  Still naked from her shower, she was 
admiring her body in the mirror.  Not bad for an old broad, she thought.  Her 
best feature, by far, was her bust.  It had turned guy's heads since she was 
fourteen or fifteen but that was thirty years ago.  She was not looking 
forward to the wing party this evening.  Her husband and most of his squadron 
were stuck out because of the shitty weather that plagued this part of 
Northern Utah.  Whoever decided to station a wing of fighters here should have 
had his head examined.

    Consoling a bunch of wives waiting for their husbands, with Christmas just 
a couple of days off, was not her idea of a great time and that was what 
tonight was going to be.  Why the fuck, hadn't they come home last weekend.  
The weather was clear as a bell but no, they had to get some more sorties in.  
When Monday arrived so did the weather and they weren't even allowed to make 
an attempt to get home.  Typical air force planning.  Shit, why didn't 
they.....

    Amy James Lester was doing just about the same thing; putting her hair up.  
She too was thinking about the aviators who were stuck out.  She was on the 
other end of the scale from Vicky.  Her husband was a lieutenant.  She, too, 
didn't want to spend the evening with a bunch of whiny wives who all wished 
that their husbands were home.  Some of the squadron arrived home yesterday, 
by bus.  She had met one of the wives in the commissary this morning.  The 
woman thanked her because Amy's husband volunteered to take her husband's 
place which allowed him to come home.  That's not the story her husband told 
her.  Lieutenant Lester said that he was ordered to stay with the air planes.  
According to Lieutenant Lester, he was always getting the bad deals because of 
his rank but the woman she talked with this morning was a lieutenant's wife, 
too.  Amy would be happy when they could get out of the air force.  This was a 
bunch of shit as far a she was concerned.....

    Gary was on his third Jack on the rocks when Knob decided that they should 
both attend the wing party.  Gary just looked at Knob like he was the man in 
the moon.  "As usual, Knob.  You've got your head up your ass again."

    "No, man, listen to me."  Knob had been catching up on the booze and was 
feeling no pain.  "Half the wing is stuck out, right !"  Gary knew that to be 
true.  Knob continued, "So that means that half the women will be unescorted 
tonight.  They're all pissed at their husbands for getting stuck out and after 
two weeks are all probably horny as hell.  This is an opportunity that we 
can't afford to pass up, Wildman."

    Gary just nodded, "Yea right, Knob.

    "No shit, Wildman, this is just what you need to get over this pass over 
shit.  Who cares, you can't do a fucking thing about it.  So why not go home 
get all dressed up in that spiffy mess dress of yours with all your combat 
ribbons and try to take home some delightfully horny young lieutenant's wife.  
Come on, Gary.  You know I'm not talking shit.  Let's do it.  We'll be the 
life of the party with most of the other fuckers stuck out."

    Thinking it over - it did make sense.  If he stayed here any longer he'd 
be shit faced before six and then spend all day tomorrow kicking himself about 
drinking too much.  As to scoring some pussy tonight, well, that's another 
thing but staying in the bar just about guaranteed that he wouldn't get laid 
tonight.

    The wing party was in full swing when Gary and Knob made their entrance.  
About the only people who noticed were Colonel and Mrs. Scottsfield.  Colonel 
Scottsfield wandered over and talked with Gary.  "Kind of surprised to see you 
here, Major."

    "Well, colonel, I figured I could stay in the bar all evening and run the 
risk of a DUI on the way home or I could get all dressed up and impress all 
the people who would be attending this evening, celebrating the good fortunes 
of those who made lieutenant colonel today."

    "With an attitude like that, Major, I'm sure we'll have no problem getting 
you those silver oak leaves next time around."  The wing commander wandered 
off into the crowd and Knob started to laugh as soon as he was a distance 
away.

    "Jesus, Wildman, that's the best line of shit I've every heard anyone use 
on Scottsfield.  If you can be as smooth as that with some of these horny 
wives, you'll probably take two or three home this evening."  Knob kept 
laughing as he wandered off through the crowd to get a drink.  Wildman 
followed.

    At the bar Gary spied a group of wives all congregating around the 
horsdoeuvres table.  He ordered a drink and as soon as he was served made his 
way across the room to the group of ladies.  A small red head had caught his 
attention from across the room.  He walked right up to her and bowed at the 
waist, asking, "May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady ?"  Most of the 
women started laughing and Wildman noticed that one of them was lieutenant 
colonel Short's wife, Vicky.

    Vicky jokingly said, "Better watch out for that one, Amy."  Amy was 
somewhat flustered.  It had been a long time since anyone had asked her to 
dance, least of all her husband.  She had picked up more information about her 
husband's flimsy excuse to stay TDY for an extra couple of days.  Seems that 
only volunteers had been selected and Greg had been an avid volunteer.  The 
officer, asking her to dance, was still bowed at the waist waiting for her 
reply.  She looked around at the other wives and saw envy in some of their 
expressions.  She'd love to have this story get back to Greg and with such a 
decorated major.

    Knob followed suit and soon the dance floor was alive with activity.  
Although Gary was interested in Lieutenant Lester's wife he danced with a 
number of wives whose husbands were stuck out due to the inclement weather.  
Knob also danced with a number of the wives, including Lieutenant Colonel 
Short's wife, Vicky.  During a slow dance, Vicky asked Captain Knob how he got 
his name.

    "I got the name in college because I give the best head this side of the 
Mississippi."  He slurred.  Knob was slightly shit faced and immediately 
realized that this was a squadron commander's wife he was dancing with.  Aw, 
well win a few; lose a few.  He had been secretly trying to get on with a 
guard unit and hopefully wouldn't have to worry about events in the active air 
force in just a few months.

    Upon hearing the reference to oral sex, Vicky Short froze momentarily.  
She was immediately transported back to her college days; remembering her 
roommate on her knees between her spread legs, licking and sucking her pussy.  
God, that was the best sex she had ever had - better than any man she had 
slept with.  She'd had orgasm after orgasm; lost control of herself and buried 
her face in her roommates hairy crotch and brought her to numerous orgasms.  
Their affair had lasted a little over two years and only broke up when her 
roommate wanted to bring another girl to their bed.

    Thinking about those episodes now and realizing what this captain was 
saying made her skin tingle.  She could feel the blood rushing to her nipples 
as they started to harden and a tingling in her lower belly as the blood 
rushed to her vagina.  Knob's hands seemed warm as she could feel them holding 
her as they danced.  Was this captain coming on to her ?  He wouldn't do that, 
would he ?

    In another part of the room Gary was again dancing with Amy Lester.  He 
had just asked her if she would be interested in going dancing after the wing 
party broke up.  Amy was sure the major was coming on to her.  She really 
didn't see how anything could come of her flirting with him so she had but go 
dancing with him after this ?  She had come with a group of wives and didn't 
see how she could get away from them without causing a lot of raised eyebrows.  
It appeared the women she came with were leaving and she made her excuses to 
Major Cahill and raced off to join her friends. Gary had lost track of Knob 
but really didn't care; he was going to follow the women, Amy joined, and see 
if he could talk her into going dancing at his place.  He was sure she was 
interested and was convinced that her flirting was on purpose and not the 
result of naivete.  He was excited thinking about what she would look like 
bare ass in his bed with his cock ramming in and out of her twat.  Shortly he 
was out in his car, motoring after the car full of squadron wives.....

    Vicky Short was also driving out of the parking lot when she spied Captain 
Knob wandering through the parked cars.  She pulled up behind him and rolled 
down the car window.  "Captain, you wouldn't be thinking of driving in your 
condition, would you ?"

    Knob laughed and leaned down to look into Vicky's eyes, "Why, no mam.  I 
was just on my way to the car to get my over night bag so I could spend the 
night in the BOQ."

    Vicky knew he was bullshitting her and laughed at his lie.  "Why don't I 
give you a ride home ?  You can pick your car up tomorrow."  The offer sounded 
good to Knob and as he rounded the car to get in; he thought, "Shit, he might 
get laid after all ?  And a squadron commander's wife at that !  What a way to 
leave the active air force."  They were soon in front of Knob's small house in 
North Ogden and he invited Vicky in for a drink.....

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.2

iQCVAwUBM0/0IJo9y+4wL+b1AQFZIwQAkrV/XOy8/yFGtBq/WIdtw6K8QbmVUS+/
AhTfKzg4ANACNDsX8hzvQvp1lqan6rXRzOYATA16RQAiCg/bazQROxt1PVxmRjZc
i3mQf4xW6fdXJaUHyz/5CuZMlwe8Ap5FHByoenY3m4t5sIVCQOA7bG0Vvgru4pNf
XT0tp8NCIM4=
=GM+g
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----


Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....."  Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days"  I can't remember..... 


From an19164@anon.nymserver.com Sat Apr 12 16:58:02 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-chi-13.sprintlink.net!news.wyoming.com!usenet
From: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero
Subject: FIRST POSTING - "SHACK, LEAD !" - CHAPTER FOUR - PART TWO
Date: 12 Apr 1997 20:58:02 GMT
Organization: wyoming.com LLC
Lines: 408
Message-ID: <5iot0q$9k9@horn.wyoming.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: shaman.lycaeum.org
Return-Path: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
X-Note: This message was forwarded by an anonymous remailing service. Please report misuse or abuse of this automated anonymous remailing service to <abuse@anon.nymserver.com>
Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories:181807 alt.sex.stories.hetero:24409

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
    hoped for.  If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
           Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).

Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.  And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                       An Adventure of Military Madness

                               "Shack, Lead !"

                               by Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is a military story.  No, it is not a war story.  It is the story of 
the men and women who fought past battles.  It is also the story of the men 
and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused 
by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's 
warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them.  Most of the 
characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and 
children.  All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of 
their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share.  Violent death 
does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new 
territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the 
politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. 
******************************************************************************

                     ***** CHAPTER FOUR - PART TWO *****

    Gary had been following the car load of wives for a half an hour and 
several stops now.  Finally he saw the redhead get out of the car.  He waited 
for the wives car to exit the parking lot and then glided up to the door of 
the Lester's apartment.  Amy was startled when Gary called her name.  She 
hadn't heard his car pull up behind her.  When she realized who it was, she 
leaned down and looked at him through the car window.

    "Ready to go dancing ?"  Wildman asked.....

    Captain Knob soon had a fire going and served Mrs. Short a hot rum punch.  
Vicky was thinking that he was not as drunk as she thought he was.  She was 
about half finished with her drink and almost disappointed that he had not 
made a pass at her.  What was she thinking.  She was a married woman, a 
squadron commander's wife and here she was with a captain in the squadron - in 
his house, having a drink with him - just because he made a reference to oral 
sex while they were dancing together.  Their conversation was light and going 
nowhere.  Vicky decided it was time to leave and asked the captain if she 
could use his bathroom.
    While relieving herself she decide to take off her girdle and panty hose, 
after all she was on her way home, wasn't she ?  She put the girdle and panty 
hose in her purse and ran a comb through her thick, dark hair before leaving 
the bathroom and heading for the front room.  Knob met her in the front room, 
a young boy's smile plastered on his face.  Before she realized it, he was 
kissing her.  Her mouth opened to accept his tongue, his arms wrapped 
themselves around her.  She was immediately short of breath and came to the 
realization that this is what she wanted - to get back at her husband and the 
air force.  This is what she needed.  She'd do anything to get this young man 
between her legs using his active tongue on the raw flesh of her vagina.  She 
wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.  His hands came up her 
sides and measured her breasts.  She could feel the blood rush to her nipples 
and then his fingers were massaging her breasts, pinching and rolling her hard 
nipples through her dress and bra.

    She was lost in the pleasure of his kissing, her lust building by the 
moment, when she realized that they were in his bedroom.  The back of her legs 
were against the bed and she abruptly sat down.  Knob had taken off his mess 
dress jacket and was moving to his knees.  His hands were on her thighs under 
her dress.  She kicked off her heels and pulled her skirt up her legs.  Knob's 
hands followed and then she felt his mouth on the inside of her thighs, 
painting her skin with his saliva.  The tingling in her lower belly had 
disappeared, replaced by a throbbing at the very center of her being.  She 
knew her pussy was getting wet.  Knob pushed her skirt up over her hips and 
now she was naked below the waist.  Her dark, hairy gash was visible to him.  
His hands were on her ass cheeks, massaging them as his mouth made it's way to 
her twat.

    Vicky reached down and coaxed his mouth closer to her pussy.  Her hands 
pulled on his short hair.  "Come on, Knob, eat me."  She croaked.  Knob's 
mouth and tongue made slow but steady progress towards her wet slit.  She 
could smell herself.  She was on fire and then he was in her pubic hair, 
searching for her wet cunt.  She was screaming out her orgasm just as his 
tongue made contact with her juicy pussy.  "Aaahhhhh !  Yes, right there. 
Yeessss.  Lick me.  Oh !  Shit, I'm cuming !"  Her hips were out of control, 
pumping up to meet Knob's face.  His tongue was busy in between the lips of 
her vagina.  She could hear wet sounds as he slurped at her cunt.  She was 
cuming again.  His tongue was teasing her clitoris and now she could feel his 
lips capture her clit and suck on it.  She came again.  She was spent and 
breathless when Knob got to his feet.

    When she opened her eyes, Knob was naked.  His cock was flaccid, hanging 
down on his balls.  He still had that smile plastered to his face and she 
could see the sheen of her love juices covering his cheeks and lips.  She 
allowed him to strip her, pulling the dress off over her head.  She felt his 
lips on her nipples as she struggled to get her bra off.  One of his hands was 
between her legs.  He had two maybe three fingers in her cunt and was starting 
to pump them in and out of her slick pussy.  The entire room was filled with 
the smell of hot, wet cunt.  She was going to cum again, her hips bouncing up 
and down on the mattress.  Knob was on his stomach between her spread legs.  
She was thrashing around on the bed, her legs wrapped around his shoulders and 
head.  His tongue was fucking in and out of her slit.  God, she wasn't sure 
she could take anymore of this.  This was so much better than those times with 
her college roommate.  Here she cums, again.  Loud, long and noisy; filling 
the room with her screams of pleasure.

    Knob had pushed her legs up over his head and was beginning to work his 
tongue down the valley between her ass cheeks.  He was alternating his tongue 
between her plump, hairy pussy lips and her lightly haired asshole.  Jesus, he 
was pushing his tongue into her asshole.  His fingers were pumping in and out 
of her cunt, his tongue in and out of her anus.  Shit, she was cuming again.  
Knob's face was glued to her crotch.  She had to get him out of her crotch.  
She pulled his hair and he slowly moved up over her until his cock and balls 
were dangling above her face.  He sat on her chest and pulled her face to his 
crotch.  Vicky had her mouth on his cock and balls and before she realized it, 
her lips were caressing the head of his dick.
    Knob was too drunk to get to get a hardon.  Oh !  It would get a little 
harder and bigger but he knew there was no way he was going to fuck her - 
tonight.  Her mouth had now captured most of his semi-hard cock and he started 
pumping it in and out of her mouth.  Vicky had never had a man's dick in her 
mouth.  She was glad he wasn't hard; she was afraid she would choke.  But it 
was exciting, feeling his cock in her mouth.  One of his hands was back in 
between her legs fingering her swollen pussy.  She sucked harder as he pumped 
his limp meat in and out of her mouth.  Knob got off of her chest and moved to 
a 69 position above her and his mouth was on her cunt again.  Her sucking 
increased it's tempo and it seemed that his dick got a slight bit firmer.  
They were on their sides now.  Both of their hips humping their crotches into 
each other's faces.  Without a word of warning Knob shot a weak load of seamen 
into Vicky's mouth.  At first she thought it was just her saliva so she 
swallowed.  But then realized that he was climaxing and pumping his seed into 
her mouth.....

    Meanwhile Gary had driven Mrs. Amy James Lester to his cabin in the Ogden 
valley.  A light snow was still falling.  Amy was sitting on the couch as Gary 
lit a fire and got her a drink.  She wondered if this evening was going to 
involve more than dancing and drinks.  Greg was the only man she had ever been 
with and the thought of another man bedding her was terribly exciting.  She 
wondered if it was the stories she had heard about "Wildman" that excited
her ?  Greg had told her several stories about Major Gary Cahill.  Even the 
wives said that Gary was a real "ladies" man but she realized that these 
stories were usually blown way out of proportion and often had little truth 
attached to them.

    She had never had the pleasure of drinking exotic drinks and what 
"Wildman" handed her certainly tasted exotic.  He called it a ginseng cocktail 
and he was drinking one himself.  They were soon dancing, not like they had 
been at the club but much closer.  Her arms were soon up around his neck and 
his hands had began caressing the small of her back.  Amy was wearing a light 
cocktail dress that was far too thin for the weather but she had worn a heavy 
coat with it and hadn't been cold at all.  Now she was definitely getting hot.  
Gary's hands had dropped to the top of the swell of her fanny and she could 
feel his hands begin to caress the cheeks of her ass.  Although she had never 
been to bed with anyone other than her husband she had necked with quite a few 
guys during high school and college and every one of them had always began by 
feeling her breasts.  She had the feeling that this was going to be different.

    She could feel his warm hands kneading her fanny and the flutters in her 
stomach increased.  Greg hardly ever got her this excited and "Wildman" had 
hardly touched her.  He was now kissing her neck, his tongue licking her 
lightly.  It must be the fact that the dress she was wearing was so thin or 
maybe the fact that she was wearing just a sheer pair of panties and a garter 
with stockings.  His hands now were possessively cupping the cheeks of her 
fanny.  His crotch was grinding into her stomach.  She imagined she could feel 
the hardness of his penis.  Maybe she wasn't imagining it at all ?  His tongue 
was now in her ear and she was burning up - it must be the fire or maybe the 
ginseng.

    Gary moved Amy to the couch and she sat down abruptly when her legs backed 
into the cushions.  He dropped to his knees before her and kissed her for the 
first time on the lips.  His tongue was active, licking her lips and teeth.  
Her mouth opened and accepted his tongue.  She realized his hands were now 
working their way up under her dress and her hips squirmed around on the 
couch.  He had reached the flesh above her stockings and his hands felt so 
warm.  Her dress had ridden up over her hips and now his head was in her lap, 
his mouth and tongue searching out her bare thighs.  Amy had no idea what to 
do.  No one had every put their mouth down there.  Her husband had only 
touched her there to get her wet so he could stick his penis into her and then 
only occasionally.  Most of the time he just rubbed and poked his dick around 
her vagina until it popped in.

    Gary's mouth was now moving toward the crotch of her panties.  His tongue 
felt like a wet snake, moving about her thighs and over the crotch of her 
panties.  Amy couldn't decide whether to try to stop him - or what ?  Her hips 
were still moving about on the cushion.  She knew she was very turned on, 
maybe more turned on than she had ever been.  The tingling she felt turned 
into a jolt of electricity when Gary pulled the crotch of her panties aside 
and started to lick at her pubic hair.  She tensed up and let out a low 
scream.  Gary asked her if it felt good and all she could do was nod her head. 
She didn't have a lot of hair down there.  While her pubic "V" was a thick 
thatch of bright red pubic hair; her vagina lips were very lightly covered.  
Gary's head never left her crotch and soon his tongue was licking the lips of 
her vagina.  That was all it took.  She came in one long scream of ecstasy, 
her hips pushing back against Gary's mouth and face.

    Wildman's hands were cupping her ass cheeks, his face and mouth buried in 
her muff.  He held her tight and continued to tease and lick her vagina lips 
and clitoris.  She came again.  This time not quite so loud.  She was tossing 
her head back and forth against the back of the couch.  She had never had an 
orgasm like this even when she played with herself, which was very rare.  
Ladies did not often masturbate.  Gary's cunnilingus stopped abruptly.  Amy 
was in heaven.  She didn't want this to stop and reached out to pull Gary's 
head back into her crotch but Gary was up on his feet pulling off his pants.  
She could hear the medals on his mess dress jacket clink against each other.

    She opened her eyes and watched him drop his boxer shorts.  She almost 
laughed seeing him standing there, naked from the waist down with his long 
socks on.  It was then that she noticed his penis.  My God !  It was huge.  It 
appeared twice as long as her husband's and was much thicker.  It was standing 
straight up, poking out from his shirt and jacket.  Gary had one hand wrapped 
around it and was stroking it slowly.  He slowly got to his knees between her 
spread legs.  For lack of anything else to do she started to pull her panties 
off but Gary stopped her.  He pulled her hips to the edge of the couch and 
began to rub the head of his cock against the material at the crotch of her 
panties.  He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and pulled the crotch of 
her panties aside and rubbed the head right into her wet vagina.

    He rubbed his cock up and down her slit.  Pausing every few seconds to 
poke the head of his cock into her cunt.  She could immediately feel the lips 
of her vagina stretch to accommodate the girth of his member.  She would never 
be able to take the whole thing.  That she was sure of.  She remembered the 
night that Greg, her husband, took her virginity.  One, two maybe three pushes 
and he was all the way in her, pumping like crazy.  If Gary did that he'd 
split her in two.  He kept rubbing his dick up and down between her vagina 
lips and poking a little more cock into her with each attempt.  She felt 
wetter than she had ever been.  The pole of his cock was now making inroads 
into her vagina.  He was touching places that had never been touched before.

    Wildman had maybe four or five inches in her before he started to pump his 
hips.  Once he started though he wasn't going to quit.  Amy didn't want him to 
at that point.  She felt fuller than she had ever felt.  The pole of his meat 
was pushing itself into her stomach.  He was doing it so much slower than her 
husband.  Gary's hands were now holding her legs against his chest.  She could 
feel the medals against the back of her thighs through her hose.  His tempo 
had increased and he was now leaning forward on his arms which were on either 
side of her hips.  Jesus, she was full of cock.  Her arms were around his neck 
and he was kissing her mouth.  He was fucking the hell out of her.  Slap, 
slap, slap; she could hear their bodies coming together.  Abruptly he stopped 
fucking her.

    His hands reached under her and cupped her fanny.  He told her to hold on 
tight and in one movement he was on his feet with her impaled on his cock.  He 
slowly made his way to the bedroom.  As he walked she could feel the bone of 
his manhood slip further into the center of her being.  She couldn't believe 
that she had the entire thing in her.  She wiggled her hips as he walked.  He 
laughed loudly and she continued.  Gary told her that he was going to fuck her 
like she had never been fucked before.  Now it was her turn to laugh, "You 
already have, Wildman, you already have."  Two hours ago she would have been 
repulsed by his using the word "fuck."  She had often told her husband not to 
use the word but now it felt natural.  That's what they were doing - fucking 
and she had never been fucked like this.  She liked it and couldn't wait for 
them to get on the bed.

    Gary lowered her to the bed and stepped back, beginning to strip off his 
jacket and shirt.  He told her to strip and she began to lift the dress over 
her head.  She had unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside when she looked up 
and saw him naked.  His cock now covered with her juices and still as hard as 
she had ever seen a cock - and so big.  She was eager to get it back in 
between her legs.  She reached for her panties and Gary told her to leave them 
on.  He was up on the bed and lifting her legs up about his shoulders again.  
He liked the feel of her hose against her skin.  He instructed her to pull the 
crotch of her panties aside and she couldn't do it fast enough.  She reached 
for his penis and guided it to her hungry cunt.  One thrust and he was buried 
in her.  It took her breath away and he was fucking her - fucking the shit out 
of her.  She could feel her slick vagina lips grasping his meat as it slid in 
and out of her.  Oh !  Here she cums.  Her head rolling from side to side on 
the mattress.  "Yes !  Yeesssss, faster darling.  I'mmmm cuming.  Ahhhhhhh !  
Yeaaaaa !  Aughhhh !"  Her orgasm continued for what seemed like minutes, his 
cock pounding in and out of her tight cunt.  Gushy sounds were coming from 
where there bodies were attached.  She could smell their sex.  The room was 
full of the sounds and smells of sex.

    Gary was going to fill her with cum.  He didn't care about anything at the 
moment.  This woman had him so hot.  Such a small thing and taking his cock 
like a pro.  God !  He couldn't hold back and began to pump load after load of 
slick jizzim into her stomach.  They could immediately feel the slickness 
cover their crotches.  His seamen was escaping from around his cock which was 
buried in her vagina, soaking their pubic hair and her panties.  He kept 
fucking her.  He was screaming "fuck" over and over.  Amy was also screaming 
fuck and it made her orgasm that much better.  She felt so nasty.  Her arms 
were locked around his neck, her legs up over his shoulders.  The gooey 
feeling in between her legs, so warm and wet.  Finally, he slowly came to rest 
above her.  He allowed her legs to slide down his sides until they rested of 
the mattress.  Both of them were panting.  The sounds of their rasping filled 
the bedroom.  Gary finally rolled off of her and tried to catch his breath.

    "Was that great or what ?"

    She hardly heard him.  Gary rolled back to her and began to kiss her.  His 
hand coming up to cup her small breasts, pinching her nipples.  His mouth 
traveled down and captured a nipple.  Almost immediately she felt the flutters 
begin again.  She wondered if he could get it up again.  Her husband often had 
problems getting another hardon after fucking her.  One of his hands was in 
between her legs again, exploring the folds of her vagina.  She could feel one 
of his fingers sliding into her.  She spread her legs wider to make it easier 
for him and now she could feel his manhood growing against her side.  She 
wanted to touch it but didn't know quite what to do.  Gary's mouth was still 
teasing her nipples - one then the other - back and forth.  Her nipples were 
swollen and erect.  She didn't have much up stairs but he was treating them 
like they were the biggest he had ever had, licking and sucking her tits like 
she had never had them licked and sucked.

    Her hips had started to wiggle around on the bed when he got up off of the 
mattress and held out his hand, "Let's shower."  It was more of a command than 
a request but by them it didn't matter.  She would have followed him to hell 
to get more of what he had just given her.  She stripped off her garter, hose 
and panties and followed him into the bathroom.  The shower was a small affair 
and they could hardly move about inside it without touching each other.  Gary 
had her soaped up in no time and pressed the bar of soap into her hands.  His 
hands were busy rubbing a lather in her pubic hair and between her legs.  She 
started with his chest but soon became fixated on his growing cock.  Her hands 
captured it and began to lather his pubic hair and pole.  He guided her hands 
and she quickly learned to slide both hands up and down his cock.  He leaned 
back against the shower wall and watched her hands pump his growing dick.  The 
head of his dick poked out of the top of her hands on every stroke.  He turned 
to wash the soap off of his dick and then kissed her long and hard.  His hands 
were squeezing her fanny and she could feel the hardness of his cock pressed 
between them.

    Gary leaned back against the wall and she reached for his now very hard 
cock.  He stopped her and gently forced her to her knees.  His cock was 
pointing to the ceiling and his balls dangled below.  She was looking right at 
them.  His hands pulled her face toward them and her lips touched the base of 
his cock.  God !  He wants me to use my mouth on him.  Jesus, I've hardly 
touched my own husband's penis with my hands and now I've got my mouth on 
another man's cock.  I can feel his pubic hair tickling my nose.  Gary told 
her to lick his cock and she did.  Long swipes of her tongue, like she was 
licking a popsicle.  She looked up and Gary had thrown his head back against 
the wall of the shower.  She must be doing it right, she thought.  He told her 
to open her mouth and she did.  The head of his penis was so smooth and hard 
yet so soft too.  She was afraid of choking and pressed her hands against his 
hips so that her couldn't force more of his cock into her mouth.

    Gary was in Nirvana.  He was sure that this young thing had never had a 
cock in her mouth and he was going to give her, her first taste of seamen; 
maybe not this time but definitely before she left.  His hips had started to 
pump his cock in and out of her mouth, his hands wrapped in her hair.  He 
looked down and loved seeing her eyes closed and her lips stretching to 
accommodate his cock.  If he watched this much longer he fill her mouth with 
cum right now !  But he wanted some more of her incredibly tight cunt.  He 
couldn't remember being in a tighter cunt, maybe some of the Filipino women he 
had bedded in the P.I. but it would probably be a toss up.

    He reached down and lifted her up under her arms and turned her toward the 
shower wall.  She had a real nice ass - white as snow with a lot of freckles 
on her upper back and a real slim waist.  It seemed like he could put his 
hands around her waist and touch his fingers and thumbs together.  "Bend over 
a bit, Amy."  Again, more a command than a request.  She complied and looked 
back toward him.  Really she was looking at his hardon.  He wasted no time 
guiding it between her legs and pressing the head of his cock to the entrance 
of her vagina.  She was still wet with the cum he had pumped into her earlier 
and he didn't hesitate at all - just pulled her onto his dick by the hips.  
She let out a muffled scream as he began to fuck her.  The slapping sounds of 
their bodies coming together filled the shower stall.

    The ginseng had done it's magic.  He felt like he could fuck her all 
night.  He was really pumping it to her; her arms up on the shower wall; her 
head buried in her arms.  He watched his dick disappear and reappear from 
between the cheeks of her ass.  He spread her ass cheeks and watched the 
rosebud of her almost hairless anus pucker as he pounded his dick in and out 
of her.  God !  I wonder how tight her asshole would be ?  He was no where 
near cuming when she started to have her first orgasm.  She began pushing her 
ass back against his cock so he leaned back against the wall and let her fuck 
him for a while.  He told her to play with his balls and one of her hands 
reached between their legs and began to tickle and tease his scrotum.

    Finally he could hold out no longer, grabbed her hips and began to fuck 
the hell out of her.  Her screams were almost continuous now.  He was yelling 
fuck and shit and cock and cunt and soon she was filling the shower stall with 
expletives also.  His sperm erupted into her cunt and once again gushed out 
into his pubic hair.  He came to rest against her, breathing heavily into her 
damp hair.  He could hear her rasping for breath.  She turned her head toward 
him and asked, "Can we rest for a while ?"  His loud booming laugh filled the 
shower stall.....

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.2

iQCVAwUBM0/0Opo9y+4wL+b1AQELlgP/Y+Ui1o2hhZ8xaMgeYBj97vcDKHDA1hKz
E37OOXx1jDvDzuFz9HUmkAGUt2C6rvq0Qw6k0FBnpD0bC/hu51pXetv+5D28xiiW
GxOIXFblUslZy38uatglv0oGOu305QsQKGRDSMm1CcPH3DP36WMRUaYOSYbDxhY4
ORiJrXDdt5M=
=2eXH
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----


Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....."  Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days"  I can't remember..... 


From an19164@anon.nymserver.com Sat Apr 12 16:57:55 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!sprint!news-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-chi-13.sprintlink.net!news.wyoming.com!usenet
From: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero
Subject: FIRST POSTING - "SHACK, LEAD !" - CHAPTER FIVE
Date: 12 Apr 1997 20:57:55 GMT
Organization: wyoming.com LLC
Lines: 358
Message-ID: <5iot0j$9k7@horn.wyoming.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: shaman.lycaeum.org
Return-Path: hangten    <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
X-Note: This message was forwarded by an anonymous remailing service. Please report misuse or abuse of this automated anonymous remailing service to <abuse@anon.nymserver.com>
Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories:181805 alt.sex.stories.hetero:24407

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----

  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
    hoped for.  If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
           Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).

Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.  And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                       An Adventure of Military Madness

                               "Shack, Lead !"

                               by Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is a military story.  No, it is not a war story.  It is the story of 
the men and women who fought past battles.  It is also the story of the men 
and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused 
by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's 
warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them.  Most of the 
characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and 
children.  All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of 
their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share.  Violent death 
does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new 
territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the 
politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. 
******************************************************************************

                           ***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

                         ### Still Christmas 1986 ###

    The sun streaming through the window woke her.  Vicky was a little unsure 
where she was.  It certainly wasn't her bed at home.  She rolled over and 
found that she was the only one in bed and the previous night became a little 
clearer.  She remembered bringing the Captain to his place and coming in to 
have a drink and then it was non-stop sex 'till the wee hours of the morning.  
She was getting aroused thinking of the things they had done.  He never fucked 
her but ate her for what was surely hours.  She remembers sucking his dick and 
him shooting his seamen into her mouth.  Jesus, what was she thinking - what 
was she doing here ?  There was a phone by the bed stand and she rolled toward 
it to make a call.  With her luck, her husband would be home already.  What 
time was it ?  Her watch said ten o'clock.

    She had the command post on the phone and the sergeant was saying that her 
husband's squadron wouldn't arrive until about thirteen hundred.  The bedding 
was around her waist, her large breasts bare.  She looked up at the door to 
the bedroom and there was Knob, that boyish smile plastered to his face.  He 
was naked, holding a drink in each hand.  They looked like bloody mary's.

    "Sleep ok ?"  He was staring at her tits.  Her nipples started to harden 
and she noticed that he was starting to get hard.  Knob smiled back, walked 
over to the night stand and put the drinks down.

    "We can have these afterwards."

    "After what ?"  She asked.

    "After we figure out what to do with this."  Knob said as he stroked his 
hardon.

    "I think I know what to do with it."  Vicky said as she pulled the covers 
aside, exposing the rest of her naked body.  Knob immediately trained his 
glance to her hair covered crotch.  Vicky spread her legs a bit and smiled as 
Knob knelt between them.  He wasted no time and brought her legs up on his 
shoulders and leaned over her.  She reached between them and grasped his cock, 
guiding it to her cunt.  She was a bit dry but after rubbing the head of his 
dick between the lips of her vagina she started to moisten.  Knob thrust his 
hips and pushed about three inches of himself into her.  Vicky threw her arms 
around his shoulders and he started to fuck her.

    "We going to be done by one ?  So I can pick up my husband."  Knob started 
laughing and fucking her faster.  She was hardly tight but felt real good and 
was getting wetter with every stroke.  "Faster, Knob, I've been waiting all 
night for this."  She whispered in his ear.  Knob was off to the races, really 
slapping his cock to her.  He had his hands cupping her ass cheeks, making 
sure he filled her with every stroke.  She was almost there.  So soon.  Her 
husband never made her cum this soon.  Her moans and groans filled the 
bedroom, along with the wet sounds their bodies were making.  She was cuming 
again and then Knob pushed himself up, threw his head back and blasted spurt 
after spurt of seamen into her cunt.  She could feel herself getting gushy, 
feel the seamen escape from her vagina and slide down between the cheeks of 
her ass, soaking into the sheets.....

    The bright sun light also woke Amy but when she rolled over Wildman was 
still with her in bed.  He was still asleep, snoring softly.  The sheets were 
down around their waists.  She remembered the sex they had the night before.  
When he fucked her, he seemed to last forever.  She slipped her hand down into 
her red curls.  The lips of her vagina were still somewhat swollen and were 
definitely tender.  Amy slid her hand down his stomach and into his pubic 
hair.  Gary's penis was soft.  She couldn't believe how big it was.  Soft he 
was as big as her husband was hard.  She lifted the sheets and looked at his 
penis.  She wanted to taste it again.  She remembered how hard it got when she 
had it in her mouth last night.

    Her tongue was in his belly button when Gary came awake.  His cock was 
rapidly filling with blood.  He gently pushed her head down toward his crotch.  
She resisted and kept reaming out his belly button.  Her hand slid into his 
pubic hair and wrapped it self around his cock.  He was almost fully hard.  
His hips moving about on the mattress.  Her tongue started to move toward his 
pubic hair.  His cock was throbbing.  He clenched his ass and she felt his 
cock lurch in her hand.  Her tongue was buried in his pubic hair.  She could 
feel the heat of his cock against her cheek.  She couldn't wait any longer and 
captured his cock head in her mouth.

    Gary reached down and pulled her ass to his face.  Her mouth never left 
his cock and then they were 69.  His tongue went straight to her lightly 
haired asshole and reamed itself inside her.  She swallowed as much of his 
cock as she could and began bobbing her head.  At this rate he would not last 
long and to think that last night had been the first time she'd had a cock in 
her mouth.  Her lips were sliding up and down Gary's cock.  One of her hands 
wrapped around the base and the other holding her up off the bed.  She 
couldn't believe that he had his tongue in her asshole.  What a perverse 
feeling it was giving her.  She had never felt this perverted; having this 
long, hard cock in her mouth with his tongue reaming out her anus.  She bobbed 
her head faster.  Gary's hips were starting to push his cock farther into her 
mouth.  She was afraid that it might cause her to vomit if she took much more 
and then he was there.  She could feel his meat quiver in between her lips and 
then begin pumping seamen into her mouth.  She couldn't hold it all; tried to 
swallow but a lot of his jizzim escaped her mouth and ended up in his pubic 
hair.

    Amy rolled off of Gary, both of them still gasping for breath.  Gary 
rolled off the bed and dragged her to the shower and they spent an hour or so 
"fooling" around in the shower.  Amy left a little before noon after promising 
Gary that she would try to come and visit him in the future.  When would that 
be, she wondered.  After all she was a married woman.  What would she tell 
Greg ?  "I'm going out to get my ass fucked off, darling !  Be back soon."

                             ### Winter 1987 ###

    Their affair lasted for the better part of two months.  And then the shit 
hit the fan, so to speak.  It was late February and Greg had gone out with the 
"boys" one Saturday night.  Amy left a little after he did and made her way to 
Gary's place.  Unfortunately one of the guys that Greg partied with saw her 
driving up Ogden Canyon to Gary's.  He mentioned it to Greg at the bar where 
they all met.  The guy kidded Greg and said she was probably out getting a 
little, just like they were going to when the enlisted women showed up.  Greg 
assured the guy that Amy was at home.  Greg couldn't remember Amy telling him 
she was going out.  He went to a phone and called home.  No answer.  He was 
worried now and soon left the bar.  There weren't many places up Ogden Canyon.  
The thought of someone else fucking Amy made him drive faster and he soon 
found her car parked out in front of Gary's cabin.

    He crept up onto the porch and peaked into one of the front windows.  
There, before his eyes, was his young red headed wife sitting on the couch 
without a stitch on.  Her legs up around "Wildman's" neck and shoulders, his 
face buried in her crotch.  He was eating the shit out of her.  Greg could 
hear her screams of ecstasy through the closed window.  He started yelling and 
pounding the wall.  Gary looked up and saw him in the window.  So did Amy.  
His yelling became louder.  He was insane with hate but couldn't decide what 
pissed him off most: the fact that it was happening right before his eyes or 
the fact that neither of them seemed to care.  By Monday the scandal was all 
over the base.  Gary got called on the carpet in the DO's office.  By noon he 
was off base and back home.  The Staff Judge Advocate would be in touch, he 
was told.

    Knob called that evening and consoled Gary.  The two of them met at the 
bar they usually frequented.  "Jesus, Wildman, what happened ?"  Gary went on 
to tell Knob about Saturday evening.  How Lieutenant Lester just kept 
screaming and pounding the wall of the cabin.  Knob laughed and said that 
Lester was just pissed that Amy wasn't fucking the shit out of him.  Lester 
always said that his wife was a cold fish.  Both of them knew that was far 
from the truth.  Just a couple of weeks earlier, when the squadron was TDY, 
they had all met at this very bar.  At the time neither of them knew the other 
was fucking a married woman.  Gary was meeting Amy Lester and Knob was meeting 
Vicky Short.  The four of them were quite surprised when they all ran into 
each other.  After a few drinks though the four of them headed up to Gary's 
place to continue drinking and partying.

    Wildman broke out the ginseng as soon as they settled in.  Knob lit a fire 
and Amy broke the ice by putting some Doors on the CD player.  Her and Wildman 
were soon dancing around the front room of the cabin.  Vicky Short was 
disappointed.  She had been seeing Knob about once a week for short periods at 
his place and was looking forward to tonight as her husband was TDY again.  
She was also a little uncomfortable being here with another couple.  My God !  
Amy Lester, she couldn't believe that she was...what ?  Fucking another guy.  
Vicky was fucking another guy, so why not a lieutenant's wife.  What did Amy 
think of her ?  A squadron commander's wife fucking a captain in the squadron.  
- From the way Amy was seductively dancing around the room with Wildman, she
was 
obviously not concerned about what Vicky thought.

    Amy was having a great time.  She could care less who Mrs. Short was or 
who was watching.  She was wearing a sweater and skirt and didn't have a 
stitch of under clothing on.  Wildman had figured that out the first time he 
touched her and was very explicit about what he was going to do with her.  She 
remembered the first time that she came to his place without any underwear on.  
As soon as they embraced he felt the nakedness under her clothes and proceeded 
to fuck her right there on the floor by the door.  She could now feel the 
hardness of his cock rubbing against her belly as they danced.  When her back 
was turned away from Knob and Vicky on the couch, Gary reached under her skirt 
and fondled her bare ass.  She was on fire and reached in between them and 
rubbed his cock.  His tongue was in her ear and she almost came when he 
slipped a finger between the cheeks of her ass and into her cunt.  God, she 
was sopping wet.  He pulled his finger out and sucked on it.

    Vicky and Knob were sitting on the couch sipping ginseng.  Knob was 
thinking that he may get a taste of both of them tonight.  Lester's old lady 
was really hot.  He wouldn't mind slipping his cock in her tonight - any night 
for that matter.  Gary and Amy stopped dancing and came toward the couch to 
get some more ginseng.  Vicky couldn't believe it.  Gary had a hardon and it 
was huge, tenting up the front of his jeans.  She blinked her eyes; it 
couldn't be that big.  She had heard the stories about Major Gary "Wildman" 
Cahill but like most of the stories she heard; figured it to be gross 
exaggeration.  I mean they were all fighter pilots - tall tales were the norm.  
Gary and Amy stopped in front of the couch.  Amy was now standing in front of 
Gary.  He had placed his glass on an end table and had his arms around Amy.  
His hands were roaming over the front of her clothes.  Vicky couldn't believe 
it, he was squeezing and rubbing her breasts right in front of them.

    Wildman could see the shock in Vicky's eyes.  Knob had a big smile 
plastered to his face and Wildman figured that Knob wouldn't care who fucked 
who.  The ginseng had loosened Amy up as it usually did.  In fact, it made her 
down right nasty most of the time.  He figured that Vicky Short would react 
the same way.  He slipped his hands down the front of Amy and rested them on 
her lower belly.  Amy was grinding her ass against his hardon.  He started 
pumping his cock against her ass.  His hands soon slipped down into her 
crotch.  He knew she was naked under her skirt and started to slide the skirt 
up above her hips.  Amy reached down and helped, baring her naked red bush to 
both Vicky and Knob.

    Vicky was taking another sip of ginseng when she noticed that Amy had 
lifted her skirt above her waist and Gary's hands were massaging her red 
curls.  Her face flushed and she could feel the flutters begin in her stomach.  
Gary was kissing Amy's neck and now had one hand between her legs and the 
other up under her sweater working on her bare tits.  Suddenly she felt one of 
Knob's hands on her tits - massaging them and pinching her rapidly hardening 
nipples.  Amy still had the skirt above her waist and had spread her legs to 
allow Wildman easier access to her sopping wet cunt.  Vicky was quickly 
passing into lust watching Gary's fingers working on the young woman's cunt.  
She could see the lips of Amy's vagina through the sparse red pubic hair that 
covered her twat.  Knob soon had Vicky's blouse half unbuttoned and had pulled 
one of her breasts free of her lacy bra.  He bent and sucked the erect nipple 
into his mouth.  Electricity shot through her body and when she opened her 
eyes noticed that both Amy and Wildman were starting at the two of them on the 
couch.

    Vicky pushed Knob away from her tit and rose from the couch.  She wanted 
to suck and lick on Amy Lester's cunt.  She dropped to her knees and grabbed 
Amy by the hips pulling her crotch to her face.  Wildman stepped back and 
watched as Vicky started lathering Amy's lower stomach and mons with her 
saliva.  He kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans.  Knob was undressing 
while sitting on the couch.  He pulled off his shirt and "T" shirt and stepped 
back behind Amy.  He pulled her sweater off and then worked her skirt up over 
her head, throwing it over by his jeans.  Knob was now naked, stroking his 
cock.  Vicky Short was the only one with any clothes on unless you counted 
Amy's shoes.

    Amy couldn't believe that a woman was licking her pussy and it felt so 
damn good - easily as good as when Gary licked and sucked on her cunt.  She 
realized that she was naked and wrapped her fingers in Vicky's hair.  So thick 
and dark, she was sure that Vicky had lots of dark pubic hair between her 
legs.  She wondered how it would feel to lick and suck on her cunt ?  Maybe 
she would find out later.  She felt Gary's cock slide between the cheeks of 
her ass.  He was sliding it up and down her crack.  She was on fire.  She 
opened her eyes and saw Knob on the couch, naked, stroking his cock.  It 
wasn't near as big as Gary's but this was only the third cock she had ever 
seen and she was fascinated looking at it.

    Gary pulled Amy away from Vicky's hungry mouth and guided her to the couch 
and Knob's hard cock.  Knob held out his hands and Amy took them as Gary 
helped her up on the couch and Knob's lap.  She knelt with her knees on either 
side of Knob and felt his cock explore the folds of her vagina.  One thrust 
and Knob was in her; grasping her hips and fucking his cock in and out of her 
cunt.  She started bouncing on his lap.  His cock felt so good.

    Gary turned to find Vicky still on her knees on the front room floor 
watching the action on the couch.  He stepped up to her and guided his hard 
cock toward her mouth.  Vicky was afraid she would choke - didn't think she 
could get it all in her mouth.  Wildman rubbed the head against her lips and 
soon she had three of four inches sliding in and out of her mouth.  Her lips 
were stretched wide.  Gary looked down and loved watching his cock slide in 
and out of her mouth.  He reached down, pulled her blouse out of her jeans and 
up over her head.  He reached behind her, unsnapped her bra and her tits fell 
free - and what fine tits they were.  They sagged a good bit but well over a 
hand full.  He figured a "D" cup at least with real large areolae the color of 
leather almost.  The nipples the size of dimes and very hard.  He let them 
fill his hands.

    Vicky was now taking about five to six inches of his cock on each stroke 
and he alternated between watching her mouth work on his dick and Vicky 
bouncing up and down on Knob's cock.  He wanted to fuck her.  He pulled her to 
her feet and began to work on her jeans, pushing her back to the couch so that 
she was sitting on the edge.  He tossed her jeans behind him and feasted his 
eyes on the abundant growth of dark pubic hair that was apparent beneath her 
transparent panties.  He reached for the panties and her hips came off the 
couch to help him.  They ended up on the floor behind him and now he had his 
head buried between her legs.  He pulled her pubic hair away from her cunt 
lips and reamed his tongue into her very wet vagina.  Her hips jumped off the 
couch.  He licked up to her clit and found a very tender button of flesh.  He 
teased it with his tongue and she came.  "Aaahhhhhhh......OhmiGod....I'm 
cuming."  It was almost a scream.

    About the same time Amy let out the scream of her orgasm and Knob followed 
shortly.  Gary rose and buried his cock deep into Vicky Short's sloppy wet 
vagina.  She was nowhere near as tight as Amy but a cauldron of hot, moist 
flesh.  Her hips came up to meet him and her legs wrapped themselves around 
his waist and hips.  They were fucking like crazy, slapping against each 
other.  Vicky was screaming out another orgasm when he felt Amy rubbing 
herself against his back and ass.  She was humping him like an animal.  Her 
arms wrapped around him, her fingers teasing the curls of Vicky's bush.  Knob 
crawled over and began to suck on Vicky's tits.  Wildman kept fucking her.  
Her orgasms continued.  He kept fucking and then he was there, pumping load 
after load of hot cum into her belly.  He could feel her cunt lips get slick 
and his pubic hair get drenched with their juices.  He kept fucking her until 
his cock was no longer hard and slipped out of her..........

    Gary woke with a start.  The sheets were wet and gooey.  He rolled away 
from the mess and got out of the bed.  It was a little after five in the 
morning.  Jesus, he hadn't had a wet dream in a long time.  He needed some 
pussy.  He wished that Amy was here with him now.  She told him the last time 
they talked that she would come and live with him but Gary turned her down.  
At the time he was worried that he might be court martialled and didn't want 
the evidence living with him.  After all he wasn't in love with her.  He just 
liked to fuck her.  During his morning run he reminisced about that Spring and 
all the old friends who went to bat for him.  Of course, it helped that two of 
the young airmen that were fucking Greg Lester came forward and threatened to 
testify at Gary Cahill's court martial.  The powers-to-be didn't want a bigger 
scandal so Gary's indiscretion was swept under the carpet but not before it 
sidelined his career for good.

-----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE-----
Version: 2.6.2

iQCVAwUBM0/0UJo9y+4wL+b1AQHzwQQAgtynyA0H2B3iuk6JgUlVdEXe7jxQzSV3
6EX1Z5RcgEuzoqenw4y5DrAkh9kHWLFQeuTI4Zg/jHvR0OE0DdkBEDi4AoEZKrLf
l6j/tVemj06/KQH5aCOuSgEpkr4L8+erg2VP52IYYf10hhPby/RT8gq9nLv0no2U
6Xbj3TFFleY=
=KHKn
-----END PGP SIGNATURE-----


Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....."  Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days"  I can't remember..... 


