The Bunker, Ch 17 - Induction

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 years old or older.

Ch 17 – Induction

Wednesday, D – 6

I spent most of the day making plans for my section’s protective mission.  On the plus side, I got word that a battery of Paladins—based out of the same military installation we’d park at before being bussed to the bunker – would be on hand.  Six 155mm guns sounded like one hell of an ace in the hole.  Though, we were not the primary tasking for that unit.  Any fire missions for them would have to go through some headquarters first.  Yippee for Army red tape.  I swear, the whole point of creating the 13F MOS was to end that kind of slow response time bullshit.  But hey, let’s just throw away lessons learned by earlier generations of soldiers, right?

At least the mortars on top of the bunker’s mound would be available.  The bunker’s main entrance had been cut into one face of an escarpment.  Three sides of a low hill were nearly vertical, while the fourth made a gentle slope to the surrounding ground.  Sensors, cameras, and even a few observation masts (similar to a submarine’s periscope) as back up, allowed bunker security personnel to maintain a constant watch on the top side.  Remotely operated turrets provided protection for the slope.  Hatches allowed entry and exit at three points along the upper surface.  A plussed up mortar platoon – three sections of four 81mm mortars each – was already in place, supporting the first rotation of militia troops we were to relieve.  Each section was arranged to cover the ground facing the vertical sides of the mound.  Militia were stationed to secure the ground near the vertical faces.  A rotation of regular army squads guarded the slope.  The section on the northeast face, which Lightning section had the center of, was detailed direct support for me and my men.  That little fact did not rest easy in my mind.

I pored over the maps I was sent, with a quick check of online maps as well.  The intel accompanying the maps was incredibly vague and not confidence building.  But, the terrain matched, so presumably the rest of the map matched.  Three entrances for the Bunker, one in each rock face.  There was the large main door in the southwest face, with smaller utility doors in the other two.  With this latest data in hand, I refined my battle plans.  I fervently hoped the ‘battle’ part was only a contingent.  I planned otherwise.

My next step was to add phase lines and mark defensive positions on the map.  Then I wrote my op order.  Using the Bunker’s secure email system, I sent both to my team leaders.  They were to have their team level op orders ready on arrival.

That and an extended morning PT ate up a good chunk of the day.  I still had time to kill before dinner.  I also had twelve women looking to me for their … satisfaction.  My first thought there ran to Kiki.  Because of the way we met, and the nature of our first coupling under the eyes of BA Frank, I was still reticent to impose on her.  Which also meant she wasn’t getting attention often.  Sarah had come to me yesterday with a heads up on how that was coming across.  The word to describe it was not ‘considerate’.  I found her sorting through coverage of various BA policies and officials.

“Can’t take the journalist out of you, eh?”

She gave me a broad smile as she turned from her screen to face me.  “I just thought it prudent to learn everything I can about the power structure and the way they think.  This family’s already had an inordinate number of run-ins with authority – entirely warranted on your end, but it’s still a good idea to be prepared.”

Nodding, I replied.  “True, and thank you for taking the initiative on that.”  I found an empty seat and brought myself down to an equal level.  “That’s not why I came to see you.  Are you at a stopping point?”

“Sure.  What do you need?”

Wordlessly, I took her hand and led her to the master bedroom.  After closing the door, I took her in my arms and kissed her slowly.  When I broke the kiss, her eyes remained closed for a moment.  There was no mistaking the joy in her eyes.

“Kiki, I’m grateful to have you in my life.  I’ve done a poor job showing it or saying it.  I’ve been reluctant to impose on you, because of … the way we came into each other’s lives.  I realize now, my aloofness was harmful rather than liberating.  I am very sorry for that.  You are a treasure.  You deserve to have your own man, all to yourself.  I can’t give you that, but I can remind you that you are beautiful.  Your body, your heart, and your mind.  I’m blessed to have you here.”  I bent low to kiss her again and her responding kiss was more fervent.  Her arms tightened around my neck.

The first kiss I held back, keeping it comforting and chaste.  This time, I let my hands roam after a minute or so.  She hummed approvingly as my hands stroked her back.  She gave a small moan when I lowered my hands to grasp and knead her firm, round buttocks.  She gave a small jump and wrapped her legs around my waist.  I grinned into our kiss.  Her kissing became more hungry, urgent.

Still holding her by her ass, with her arms around my neck, I carried her to the bed and lowered her to sit on the edge.  She refused to release me, pulling my neck down with her so our lips remained engaged.  Meanwhile, her hands went to my belt buckle.  I slipped my hand to her breast and fondled the lovely, perfectly sized orb for her petite frame.  Not as sleek as Melanie, but smaller than most of my adult partners, Kiki was just very fit and perfectly textbook proportioned.  I wouldn’t want her any other way.

The next few minutes were a blur of disrobing, groping, and kissing as we yanked off each other’s clothes and stoked the fires of lust.  By the time we’d finished, Kiki lay on her back on the bed, her ass at the edge, her legs wrapped around my waist.  We kissed with fervor, our hands roaming the other’s body.  I could feel her wetness on the underside of my shaft.

Her eyes were insistent as she tugged at my hips, urging me to penetrate her.  But I wasn’t going to cheat and dive in so quickly.  With a wicked grin, I kissed my way down her body.  I lingered at her breasts for a time, the bumpy, quarter-sized areolas and erect, eraser sized nipples so appealing, so alluring.  Their dark black color stood out against her rich brown skin.  I lingered again at her navel, causing her to giggle.  Lower, I found her thin carpet of curly black hairs, neatly trimmed into a rectangle above her lips and clitoris.

I inhaled deeply of the scent of her arousal.  Her labia glistened, outer lips engorged, inner lips flowered outward with a hint of pink beckoning amongst the brown.  I took her whole sex in my mouth and supped from her cup of life.  She gasped, clutching the bedsheets.  I nipped, tugged, tongued and licked every inch of Kiki’s vulva.  I drove my tongue in and out of her sacred passage.  She writhed and whined a tune of tormented pleasure.

Relenting, I eased my head back – and slipped one finger in.  Her breath stuttered and continued.  I added a second and began stroking her inner walls.  I found her bump – you know the one, on the upper surface, the one you can find by beckoning with your fingers inside?  Yeah, that one.  Her torso jumped once again.  Then I applied my mouth to her extended clitoris.  At first, she merely moaned in pleasure.  Then I coordinated my attentions on her clitoris and g-spot.  Simultaneously stroking both, then alternating one after the other.  My neglected lover keened as her body spasmed.  Her walls suddenly clenched my fingers, crushing them.

As she panted, lying limp on the bed, I crawled up her body.  Once I caught her gaze, I brought the two fingers coated in her fluids to my mouth and licked them clean.  Given the look on her face, I don’t think anyone had done that for her before.

I hooked one hand under her armpit and dragged her with me as I knee-walked up the bed.  She later said she felt like a cheetah’s kill being hoisted into a tree.  She was grinning broadly when she said it.  I kissed her deeply as I arranged myself between her legs.  Breaking contact with our lips, I firmly and slowly fed my length into her hungry entrance.

“Oooooh, yes.  Oh, I missed this.”  Her eyes locked on mine.  “Take me darling.  Remind me who I belong to.”

Knowing she preferred gentle to pounding, I stroked firmly in and out of her slick tunnel at a leisurely pace.  I alternated kissing her and hovering above, staring into her eyes.  We said nothing and everything in those looks.  She crested twice more, the second time taking me with her and I spilled my seed into her waiting chamber.

We didn’t disengage immediately.  I remained on my knees and elbows above her for a time as we softly kissed and gazed.  I softened and fell out.  That’s when I moved to lie beside her.  She rolled to face me, and we held each other close, her head nestled against my shoulder.

“We can … try more adventurous sex acts if you’d like,” she said, breaking the silence.

“Sure, what would you like to try?”

“I’m happy with what we just did.  I’m just letting you know, if you want more, I’m ready.”

I kissed her forehead.  “Kiki, we don’t have to do anything you’re not interested in.”

“You’d be ok with vanilla sex?”

“Vanilla ice cream is still ice cream.”

The sound of her responding laughter was delicious.

******

That evening, I brought Sarah, Missy, Mike, and Cynthia up to the roof of the south building.  I’d already lugged the telescope, a laptop, and the accessories box up there before seeking them out. With the sun ready to set, I could show them how to assemble the scope and set it up properly, then have only a short wait before we could do some observing.  Tonight was a thin crescent moon that would not rise until after midnight, so we should get lots of stars.

Sarah was with me because we wanted to share the night and the viewing opportunity.  It wasn’t the first time we’d spent time watching the stars together.  Sometimes as part of a college or community event that I hosted.  Sometimes just the two of us.  Yeah, okay, I should have seen it earlier.

As for the other three, each had some interest in watching the stars, and they all had enough technical competency – or devotion to detail – that I knew I was leaving the scope in good hands.  My hope was that it would help enliven the science education of kids in the compound and the surrounding area.  Just as we started, it dawned on me that they’d retain the knowledge better if they assembled the telescope while I talked them through it.  Most of the work was somewhat dull for the three of them, but once we plugged the telescope into the laptop and got a proper ‘handshake’ between the scope and the software, they really got into it.

Their enthusiasm meant we spent more time than we originally planned.  They asked a lot of questions, both about the scope and the sky.  We tried out more features on the scope than I had intended, but we were all having a good time.  Eventually, though, it was time to call it a night.  I once again oversaw them shutting the equipment down properly, disassembling the parts and stowing them in the pre-cut sections of the foam filler in the boxes.  All the while, I talked about which books – physical and digital – to refer to in the compound’s library to dig deeper into the topics we’d touched on.  Seeing the way Sarah was looking at me, Mike, Cynthia, and Missy volunteered to lug the gear down to the second-floor storage room.

Sarah pulled out a blanket she’d stowed off to the side and we lay down on our backs, watching the sky.  With my coppery-maned love beside me, I pointed out various late summer stars and constellations, giving partial lore for each.  She tucked in tightly to my side.  Her head lay in the hollow of my shoulder, her hand rested on my chest – when she wasn’t pointing and asking questions.

Silence descended.  At first, I waited for Sarah to make her intentions known, but she seemed content to lie here side-by-side.  I finally decided to stroke her hip, and then ask her point blank.

“No, I’ll wait.  We all agreed that today none of us would approach you.  We could respond if you made the first move, but we wouldn’t initiate.”

“Why?” I asked warily.

“Is your lab and office packed and ready to be loaded in the trailer tomorrow?”

I thought she was changing the subject, so I played along.  “All of my lab stuff is.  Same with the chem and bio stuff the other Bunker instructors asked me to bring to enhance their materials.  We all got to order equipment, but bringing what we have access to already gives us a bit more inventory to work with.”  I paused.  “My office is only partially packed.”

“How partial?”

“I have one box filled.”

She giggled and slapped my chest.  “You should have gotten more done, baby.  You are in for a very busy day tomorrow.  Hmm, maybe we can get a few of the girls in there to pack while you’re … busy elsewhere.”

I sighed.  “Busy as in … busy?”

“Yup.  And you will need all your energy.  That’s why I’m not trying tonight.  Even though I’m beginning to feel the ramped-up interest that pregnancy brings.  I was tempted.  Or, should I say, I thought about it long and hard.”

******

Thursday, D – 5

Not only were most of my partners up early this morning, they were giddy.   That, plus Sarah’s comment last night, told me what kind of packing I’d be doing a lot of today.  Hell, as long as we got the job done, I wasn’t going to complain.

The trailer we were loading everything onto was one of the two we’d use going to the Bunker.  Officially, I was allowed one trailer for professional equipment and one for family goods.  As planned, my professional gear would only take up two-thirds of the trailer.  The extra space we’d fill with more family stuff.  If the predicted space was there at the end of today.

Our other pre-move tasks were complete.  All the manuals had been made.  Key members of the community that would remain had been taught how to use the various systems.  Not everyone learned everything, but at least three people knew each system.  The only person that had studied every system was Cynthia.  As the acknowledged leader of the community, she needed to understand the basic function of all systems.

The river turbines had been thoroughly tested.  We even ran the whole compound on them for two days straight.  The only blips in power occurred during the transfer from the grid to the turbines and then again forty-eight hours later when we switched back.

Melissa, Andrea, and Destiny took three lab carts and hauled boxes from my lab down to the trailer.  Good thing the freight elevator was still operational.  Connie packed boxes in my office – mostly books, but a lot of them.  Meanwhile, I tried to focus on transferring all of my files to an external drive that I’d brought with me.  Over the course of two decades of teaching, I’d developed labs, study guides and presentations that would be very handy.

Now, I said that I ‘tried to focus’ for the same reason Connie was blushing and desperately suppressing a case of the giggles – the sloppy slurping sound coming from under my desk.  Jennifer took first crack at office sex and curled herself under my desk.  A neat trick given that she was four months pregnant.  The former athlete pulled it off though.  After which she lowered my cargo shorts and boxers and went to town.  A virgin when I picked her the first Monday after the lottery results were announced, Jenn had spent all summer ‘working on her oral game’ – getting tips from all the other women to improve her skills.  I enjoyed the results.  The little minx was edging me – getting me close to fruition, then backing off.  The third time, she finished me off, swallowing every drop.

She crawled out from under my desk and straight into my lap.  We cuddled briefly, then she grabbed the mouthwash from my medical and hygiene drawer and sauntered off to the sink in the science faculty break area.  When she got back, I pulled her into my lap again and we started making out.  Heavy petting led to fondling.  Fondling led to two of my fingers stroking her labia and clit, then plunging into her core.    I backed off just as she approached her peak.  She emitted a pitiful whine and bit my shoulder.  Chuckling, I began working her up again and let her fall over that magnificent cliff.

Connie declined ‘professor’s office sex’, claiming it wasn’t her kink, and she didn’t want to drain me for those that held that preference.  Of course, she waited until we'd been making out for almost ten minutes, and I’d been nibbling on every inch of her luscious breasts for the past four, before she informed me of this.  She rose and helped Jenn finish packing the last of my books.  I suggested that maybe, just maybe I should take part in that.  They insisted, though, that Sarah needed me in her office.

I arrived to find Sarah’s office neatly packed away, most of the boxes having already been carted off.  Leslie and Belinda had been helping her but had just left to get sodas.  That would have been believable if not for the fact that Sarah leaned up against her desk wearing only a lacy purple bra and panties.  I smiled broadly and shut the door behind me.  Striding quickly to join her, I took her face in my hands and kissed her hungrily.  Her lips responded eagerly.  We kissed and stroked for several minutes before she pulled back.

“I have dreamed of you bending me over my desk and shoving your cock in me,” she said with desperate, searching eyes.  “I’ve wanted that for years now.  This is our last chance, and I want it.  Grope me, kiss me, whatever you want - but bend my little ass over my desk and take me from behind, Kevin.”

I pulled her close and kissed her forcefully.  She moaned in approval.  I manhandled her to face her desk, then placed one hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down, pressing her cheek against her desk.  Pulling her panties down past her ankles, I breathed deeply of her aroma.  Her heated sex announced its readiness by scent and sight.  I dove in, drawing inner and outer lips in and suckling on them like one large teat.

Sarah’s knees buckled from the sensation.  Relenting after a minute or so, I stood and dropped my shorts and boxers.  Rampant already, I slid into her juicy core to the sounds of guttural approval.  I took her firmly, without rushing, yet not dawdling.  My hands released her bra clasp, then wrapped around the front to grasp her lovely small mounds.  Pinching her nipples revved her pleasure to match mine and we crested together, my seed splashing against her already pregnant womb.  Her keening sound of pleasure provided the perfect end note.  I held her, still hovering over her, until she pushed back with her tush, then turned to face me.

“That was perfect.”  She kissed me quickly on the nose.  “I’ll wrap up here and the three of us will join the rest of you shortly.”

“More waiting for me in my office?” I asked with a chuckle.

“I think they’re in the classroom across the hall from your office.  Two very naughty schoolgirls need remedial attention from the professor.”  She laughed when I shook my head as I dressed.

Connie and Jen had just finished packing my office when I came to check on them.  They immediately shooed me out, claiming I had a ‘remedial tutoring session to lead’.  Connie handed me a clipboard with a few blank pages on it.  One of my green grading pens was inserted in the pen holder at the top.  I kissed them both, grabbed a meterstick, some paper, and a couple of pens, and walked back out.

I took the short walk from my office to the nearest classroom recalling Sarah’s parting words as I left her office.  “Andrea and Destiny have a basic idea of what they want, but no set script,” she said.  “They want to be punished for being bad.  You determine what bad thing they did, and how they are to be punished. They don’t want to do the seductive princess thing.  They want to be manipulated by a lust-filled professor with a legitimate gripe.  Oh, and the safe word is Ohio.”

“Well, skibidi rizz,” I replied.  Sarah shook her head like she’d experienced physical pain.  I’d had the walk over from Sarah’s office to think.

Opening the door, I saw the Trouble Twins seated, side-by-side, in matching outfits.   White, button-down blouses unbuttoned and tied under their prodigious breasts.  Sleeves rolled up, loosely, to their elbows.  Red, black, and yellow plaid skirts that were barely long enough to be called skirts – and then only on a porn set.  I placed the materials from my office down on the front desk of the classroom.  Then I faced them.  For half a minute, I said nothing.  I just gave them my blank, not amused professor stare.

“Alright, ladies.  Your email said you wanted a chance to improve your quiz grades.”  I blank stared them again.

“Well … yessir,” Destiny stammered.  She gave a good impression of a nervous student.  “We both did poorly.  We might even fail the class if we can’t improve our grade.”  She licked her lips as her eyes shifted around the room.  “We’re willing to do anything you want to correct this, sir.”  Her tone was soft and withdrawn, a perfect imitation of a young lady too naïve to think of every implication of ‘anything’.

“Very well,” I said in a stern tone, “we’ll see about replacing your poor grades.”  I walked over to Andea’s desk and eyeballed her from barely a foot away.  “I know damn well you are capable of doing better, despite your quiz performance all semester.”  I walked behind them, then took the same pose with Destiny.  “And you, Miss Rawlings, have done much better all semester.  Until this week.  You’re not so much in danger of failing as you are of getting a B and losing your scholarship.”

Destiny cowered in a very convincing facsimile of a bookworm making her first big mistake.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I said, going back to the front desk and grabbing the paper and pens.  “I’m going to administer an oral exam to the two of you.”  Destiny carefully contained her grin at the words ‘oral exam’.  Andrea snorted once but got herself back under control.  Her huge grin couldn’t be contained, however.  

I place two sheets of paper and a pen in front of each of them.  “I don’t have an alternate quiz made ahead of time, so this will be an impromptu series of questions.  Write the question number and your answer for each one.  I will give you one minute to write your answer for each question and then move on.  I will not repeat the questions.  One minute after the last question, I will take up your papers.  Understand?”

One brunette head and one redhead nodded eagerly, pen in hand, poised over the paper.

“State the collective name given to the three principles that explain all motion.”

During the minute, I gave them a short span of seconds in which I didn’t appear to be looking.  Destiny beckoned Andrea to copy her answer.

“My teacher’s favorite food is … fill in the blank.”  This time, Andrea beckoned to Destiny, who nodded and wrote quickly.

“Answer for yourselves – I pleasure myself: A. once daily, B. twice a week, C. about four times a month, or D. Eww gross, I’m a good girl.”  Destiny snorted at that one.

“I have been a bad student because: A. I daydream about my professor bending me over his desk and drilling my wet little hole, B. I want my teacher to spank me over his knees, C.  I touch myself in class, D. I’m soooo bored in class because I thought physical science was about sex.”  The ladies’ shoulders shook at various options, but they otherwise kept to the gag.

“Last question, this is free response.”  Destiny gave a perfect imitation of a Gen Z groan at having to actually write an answer to a damn question.  As a high school teacher, she’d probably heard that response often enough.  “List five reasons why you are a little whore.”

I observed the second hand of my watch sweep out a full minute.  Yes, I have an old school dial watch with a second hand.  I’d gotten it for training week and kept it on to get used to it for my upcoming three days to a week in the field.

Picking up the papers, I had to suppress a guffaw of my own.  On number two, Andrea had put ‘tuna sushi – because it tastes like pussy, which he’s so good at eating.’  She’d also picked ‘A. once daily’ and ‘D. thought physical science was about sex’, both of which gave me ideas.

“I’ll review your work, and then we’ll discuss your new grades in a moment.”  Looking at Destiny’s paper gave me even more possibilities.  She’d marked ‘D. Eww gross, I’m a good girl’ and ‘B. I want my teacher to spank me’.  The essay answers were also quite interesting.  Both mentioned getting face fucked / throat fucked, being dominated / used, and wanting to walk out with my cum dripping out of all three holes.  Given the number of times I’d nutted so far, that last wasn’t likely.  Besides, we had no lube for anal.

“Destiny, we’ll start with you.  Come up here.”  I rolled my chair out from behind the instructor station, grabbing the meterstick as I passed. “These answers aren’t even consistent,” I said sternly as Destiny stood in front of me, her hands together in front of her, head slightly bowed.  “Too good to touch yourself absolutely contradicts nearly everything else you’ve written.  You’re a bad girl aren’t you?”

“Yessir,” she said in a soft voice.

“So you lied on your test.”

Destiny added a whimper and a sniffle to her assent.  Fuck me, my dick was already stirring.  This was more fun than I thought it would be.  I mean, I knew I had this kink a little, but I always shoved it in a mental closet instead of indulging it.  The thought of anyone finding out a college professor had a teacher / student sex fetish sounded like a fine way to get canned.

“Lay down on my knees, you naughty slut.”

Destiny managed to rub her soft, bountiful, natural tits against my cargo shorts clad legs before she settled into place.  After her teasing, her abs rested on my legs and her breasts, still tied in her shirt, dangled to my left.  Taking the offer, I slipped my hand inside her shirt and groped her inviting bosoms with one hand while my right, clutching the meterstick in its middle, moved to trail a finger along her uncovered butt.  The skirt was about as effective as those tiny curtains at the top of a window.

Destiny shivered and emitted a soft gasp.  “Oh, sir.  Please, please don’t touch me there.”

My dick was excited now and I was fully into my role.  “Do you want to keep your A?” I growled.

“Yessir,” she said in a soft mournful voice.

“Then you are mine.  I will do what I want, and you will say thank you, sir.”

With a slight sniff, Destiny said “Yessir,” in a resigned tone.

My finger found her slit.  It was soaked and flowered.  God, this was exciting.  My dick was now poking her belly.  Aside from her being mature enough to know what that feeling was, the way she wiggled herself on top of it guaranteed she knew the effect this was having on me.

I brought my hand up and back, then landed a medium-force blow with the meterstick across the redhead’s well-formed buttocks.

“Thank you, sir.  May I have another?”

A glance at Andrea caught her smiling, out of character, but very much into the scene.  She saw me looking and slapped an ‘appalled but resigned’ appearance on her face.  Watching her, I delivered two more blows on Destiny’s ass, all while fondling her breasts in an alternating pattern.  Returning my gaze to Destiny’s prostrate form, I switched the fingers of my left hand to pinch and twist her nipples.  I slipped the middle finger of my right hand into her dripping snatch.

“AHH! Oh, sir, sir, please, I – ”

“You what?  You already said I can do what I want.  You still want your A?”

Destiny faked a sob, her chest heaving.  “Yessir.  Please … continue.”

I fucked my finger in and out of her.  Finding her g-spot with the first knuckle, I focused my attention there.  I loved the soft coos she let out.  With Des feeling the beginnings of a happy sex daze, I removed my finger and delivered two slow, firm swats with the meterstick.  She yelped with each one.  Her ass now bore an angry pattern of crisscrossed red marks.

Time to complete this part of the scene.

“Get up.  Lay your slutty ass on the demonstration table, face up, ass on the edge.”

The former chem teacher scrambled to comply, fully in her role as the desperate A student in the thrall of a merciless sex fiend.  She kept her legs aloft without needing instruction.  Stepping between them, I untied her shirt so her lovely boobs were now fully exposed to me.

“I’m going to watch these bounce as I drill your eager hole.  You want this now, don’t you.  I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your breathing.  You like it when I use you.”  I dropped my shorts and boxers to the floor as I spoke.

Destiny choked out a shameful “Yessir.”  Her eyes locked on my rampant cock.

In one smooth motion, I penetrated her to full depth.  Her sexy moan terminated in a yelp as my hips slammed into her tender rump.  I didn’t relent though.  Pounding away, I raced to completion.  Destiny’s grunts, moans, and yips provided a marvelous soundtrack.  When she climaxed, her inner muscles ran riot over my thrusting rod, ensuring that I followed shortly after.

Leaning in, I kissed her firmly, to which she responded hungrily.  She brought her hands up to grip my neck.  When we broke the kiss, I pulled out.  Kicking off my shoes, I stepped out of the clothes piled at my ankles.  Then I stepped back.

“Take a seat, Destiny.  Andrea, on the desk, kneeling on top of it, ass towards me.”

The ladies scrambled to obey.  Destiny hissed as she lowered her stinging rear onto a plastic chair.  I gave her a smirking look.  She beamed back, blushing.  For two people past their thirties, it was kinda cute.  I turned my attention to the coquette in front of me.  Andrea’s rump was low, as if she expected me to fuck her.  That was not my plan.  With an upwards motion, I slapped her right cheek hard.  She yelped.

“Get that ass high.  I want to see your slutty coochie drooling in my face.”  When she moved as ordered, I dove in face first, adoring her soft lush folds, and savoring the flavor of her arousal.

“OOOOH, GOD! OH, yes, fuck yes, oh thank you, sir!”  Andrea squealed.  She gasped and moaned as I attacked her labia and mauled her clit with my tongue.  Destiny had to come over and help her stay on top of the desk as she shook through multiple orgasms in quick succession.  No, I’m not that good at oral.  I mean, I can get a girl there that way, but multi?  Andrea was really into this scene.  Maybe watching me dominate Destiny first also helped.  Whatever the exact cause, I was fucking loving the feel of power as this gorgeous woman went through waves of ecstasy while I pleasured her with my mouth.  When she was a quivering mess, and ready to fully collapse, I relented.  I waited a few minutes as Destiny spoke soothing words in Andrea’s ear.  The dark-haired beauty struggled to collect herself after the waves of passion that swept through her.  When she stood and faced me, the fire in her eyes and the broad grin were gratifying.

“On your knees, both of you.”

The busty ladies sank carefully to their knees on the tile floor.  Devilish grins spread over their faces as they licked their lips.  I strode to them, grasped Destiny by the hair on the back of her head, and shoved my slightly softened organ in her open, begging mouth.  She immediately began sucking and licking.  She’d long established that the taste of pussy on my cock – or direct from the source – didn’t deter her, regardless of whether it was her juices or someone else’s.

Once I was rock hard, I took control, holding her head in place while I fucked her mouth and nudged against her throat.  After a few practice thrusts, she opened up and took me into her esophagus.  The second time I pulled back to let her get some air, I stepped to the side.  Andrea’s eyes sparkled as I grasped her hair.  Her mouth open, she stuck her tongue out and flicked the end like a beckoning finger.  Her oral skills had improved greatly over the last month or so.  Clearly, she was eager to show off.

Andrea took my full length down her throat on the first thrust.  She made a small squelching sound and winced as I passed through the constriction at the top of her throat.  One look at her face put a stop to any thought of withdrawing.  This was the face of a champion at the head of the pack with the finish line in sight.  Taking my cue from her, I thrust vigorously, fucking her throat with abandon.  I had just enough presence of mind to pull back on occasion to let her breathe.  Even panting, with her saliva dripping from my cock and her chin, she beamed up at me, her eyes shining.  Why ruin it for her with my stupid doubts?  She and the others had spent half the summer convincing me to let go and enjoy being in charge.  Maybe this was my quiz, to see how well I’d learned my lesson.

Her abject submission, her thrill at serving me like this, and the sense of power it gave me, plus the raw physical sensation tipped me over the edge one more time and I shot a few weakened spurts down her throat.  My cock lurched a few more times, but there was nothing left in my balls.  Still, as soon as I began firing, she latched her hands on my hips, and did not let go until my cock was still and softening.

The look on her face as I pulled out would have surprised the hell out of me at the beginning of the semester.  Now, I was sufficiently accustomed to not be shocked by her joyous visage.  With spittle dripping down her chin and onto her breasts, Andrea’s face practically glowed with accomplishment.  You’d have thought she’d just won Olympic gold.  I leaned down and kissed her forehead firmly.

“Okay, you two, playtime over.  Let’s get dressed and see where we are on the packing.”

Both ladies stood and immediately moved to kiss me on the cheeks – simultaneously – before getting dressed.  All I had to do was step back into my boxers and shorts, and slip my shoes back on, so I was out the door quickly.  I stopped to give them each a hug on my way out though.

I was greeted in the hallway by a few of my younger partners, who had most certainly not been peeking in on my playtime with the Trouble Twins.  I let that slide, of course.  Everything was packed and ready to go, so once Destiny and Andrea emerged, we all hopped in the vehicles and left the campus for the last time.

******

Sunday, D – 3

I circled Mike carefully, maintaining my sturdy footing on the pool bottom.  Levon, seated on my shoulders, held his arms out, grasping at Nelly, who was similarly ensconced on Mike.  Both seven-year-olds chuckled and called out to each other.  The other kids, either in the pool or close by, alternately jeered and cheered.  Several of my partners and others from the community lounged around the pool, while others moved in and out, setting up tables and bringing out dishes from the kitchen.  Rueben was busy at the grill doing thighs and drumsticks for pollo asado.  Manny was slicing the now completed carne asada.  

“Fresh tortillas!” Cynthia cried as she exited the backdoor of the house onto the deck.  She carried a platter piled high with flour tortillas.  Bel trailed behind her with a smaller platter of corn tortillas.  Gabby rose from her lounger and met the two at the table.  My partner tore off half a flour tortilla and tasted it.  A moment later, she smiled and nodded.

“Good job, honey.”

Cynthia’s smile outshone the sun for a bit.  Gabby gave her  a big hug, then checked on Manny and Rueben.  She approached the pool next.

“Okay, mijas, time to come out and dry off.  Dinner will be ready in five minutes – and be sure to say thank you to the people that made this for us.”

A chorus of ‘yes ma’am’ was accompanied by kiddos moving to the stairs.  A couple of adults peeled off to supervise.  I bided my time, floating for a bit, then standing or treading water to watch the progress as the line filtered by the tables.  There was still plenty of everything when I joined the line.  Aside from grilled chicken and flank steak, the folks that were staying had made elotes – I love elotes way too much – black beans and rice.  There was also a Mexican salad of thin sliced orange and purple carrots, radishes, avocado chunks and green onions.  It must have been a fusion dish though, since it also had tahini and feta.  Of course, there was also fresh made guacamole, salsa, and pico de gallo.  Oh, and Allison made Texas caviar to bump the meal from Mexican and into Tex-Mex territory. When everything was done, Missy brought out rice pudding.  It was a great bash that the community put together as a sendoff for my family.

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D - 1

We were leaving in less than twenty-four hours.  Everything except what we were currently wearing and would wear on the trip were already packed and loaded.  Well, also my ruck.  That, I was in the midst of packing.  It took three attempts to get the summer weight sleeping bag as small as I wanted.  Didn’t used to be that hard, I’m just a little out of practice.  Socks, underwear, and such were already rolled small and sealed in Ziploc baggies.  A few MREs were stuffed into the main pouch sides, and a weapons cleaning kit, extra ammo, and a first aid kit filled in the outer pockets.  I would get my radio and batteries when I arrived.  They promised I’d get the lighter-weight disposable batteries.  I was looking forward to that.  Strangely enough, of my two duty stations, in my armored unit where I didn’t do a lot of walking, I’d gotten the lighter weight batteries.  In my air mobile unit where I walked nearly everywhere, we were only allowed the rechargeables that weighed a lot more.

My other gear was stacked against the wall.  It had to go in the van last so it could come out as soon as we arrived.  Leslie walked in as I added several small pouches of Dave’s to the bag.  Two or three little baggies fit into the gaps in the side pockets.

“Why don’t you just pack one big bag?  The big ones have a zipper closure.”

“True, but they need one big space, and if the bag splits, all of it dumps out.  Several small bags fit into the crevices and can only spill the amount in the baggie that gets cut.”

“Okay,” the strawberry blonde said as she picked up a packet of seeds, “so you just chew these up?  Isn’t that a bit overly crunchy?”

“Well, you separate the seed inside from the shell.  Although, I have eaten these shell and all a few times.  It comes out rather scratchy … in the end.”  I waved for her to follow as I headed out of the room.  “Come on, I’ll show you how to eat them the right way.”  I led her out back into the grassy area between the pool and the facilities house where the sheep handling and care equipment resided at one end and control systems for the river turbines at the other.

I poured a moderate amount of seeds into her open palm, and then my own.  “Okay, pop that in your mouth and tuck it all in between your cheek and gum.”  I demonstrated what I meant.  “Then let saliva accumulate and leech off the saltiness.”

“Hmm, I like having something salty in my mouth,” the short girl snarked back.  She giggled when I shook my head and looked away.

Once the salt was sucked off, I showed her how to crack the shell, spit it out, and stuff the kernel into my mouth pocket.  Repeat until only kernels are left in the mouth.  Chewy and enjoy nutty goodness.  Her smirk told the tale of the ‘nutty goodness’ joke she declined to say.  

Walking back to the house, I noticed Gabby and Cynthia talking and sharing an awkward silence.  I caught Sarah talking with Missy Gibson in a like manner.  All day long, similar scenes repeated between my family and those who would remain.

My partners also got very touchy with me.  Not frisky, gropey, kind of touching.  Hugging, holding hands, cuddling on the couch kind of touching.  I think they each took a turn throughout the day.  Dinner was a bit early since most of us were going to bed early.  We would rise very early and drive straight through to the induction center.    

Jennifer and Jessica decided the best way to help me go to sleep early was to tag team me with their pregnancy enhanced appetites.  The slender, Latina former athlete with a burgeoning baby bump and the fit mom of three with her long tawny hair and generous breasts took turns on my cock.  I fondled and stroked whatever part they put within range to help stoke the fires.

The view of a woman bouncing on my pelvis, my cock up her pussy with her breasts bouncing above her newly swollen belly was more erotic than I’d remembered sixteen years ago.  Well, seventeen.  Jenn’s smaller breasts did not bounce as much as Jess’ chest pillows, and yet the jiggle they exhibited was both endearing and alluring.  The three of us were coated in sweat by the time we collapsed in a sated pile, holding each other.  Sleep took us not long after.

******

Day Zero, Induction Day

The former athlete, accustomed to early morning workouts, and the mom three times over (plus one on the way), accustomed to getting a house moving every day, both rose the minute our alarms went off.  They weren’t happy about it, but they got out of bed.   They each threw on something light and went about rousing the house – Jessica making sure the kids were getting up while Jennifer did the same for the other women in the family.

I showered quickly and started dressing in my uniform.  Jess went in next.  In due time, we were all dressed and ready.  Except Sarah.  My very-not-a-morning-person redheaded partner had dressed last night and never fully roused when Jenn had come by.  I first stowed my ruck and other gear in the back of the van.  Then I came back up and scooped Sarah into my arms.  The others chuckled at the sight of me carrying Sarah like a snoozing toddler.  Connie helped me get Sarah into the corner spot of the first bench behind the driver’s seat.  Then we got on the road.  We had a long way to go.

A very long way.  Road hypnosis was a very real thing and departing at 0330 sure didn’t make it easier.  We’d thought ahead though.  A cooler full of Dr Pepper gave me cold caffeine to help remain awake.  Sarah had also found some kind of coffee candy.  It tasted like coffee, which I do not like, but to stay awake for the drive, I’d deal with it.  I’d keep whatever I didn’t use on the drive in my ruck for the following days.

Did I mention it was a long drive?  Once the clock moved its ass around to a time that the drive thru breakfast places were open, we’d made good progress.  The van and Melissa’s pickup couldn’t go through the drive through with the trailers attached.  Jessica and Gabby, driving the Camry, went through the lane and brought food out to those of us in the van.  Leslie and Bel, in Sarah’s Jetta with Shaunice and Levon in the back, did the same for Melissa, Connie, and Ellie in the pickup with the second trailer.

It was a nice little interruption after three hours of driving.  Only four more to go.  Four more hours of yellow lines, white lines, and a never-ending road.  Hours with increasing numbers of vehicles on the road.  Very few of which were directed by a driver that was thinking.

I was expecting a long line once we reached the base.  Turns out the staggered schedule had done rather well, and people were adhering to it.  The parking spaces for the vehicles pulling trailers were within sight of the spaces for the sedans.  All four drivers took our instructions from the soldier directing the flow.  Additional troops were on hand at the trailer spaces to verify the load was properly stowed.  Sarah, who was of course awake by now, coordinated with the soldier directing us.  I kissed and hugged everyone, grabbed my gear, and headed off for the troop bus. I would see them again when my mission was complete.

Each section had a bus assigned.  Lightning was the first section to have all men accounted for.  Tadiola was the last to arrive, and he was ten minutes early.  That didn’t stop his team leader, Nance from chewing his ass out.  I could hear him extol the virtues of early arrival, including the old army saw that ‘ten minutes early is barely on time’.  I agreed with the sentiment, but Nance was overplaying his hand.  There was no way to correct him without undercutting his authority, though, at least not right now.

The bus ride was short.  My men were unloading in a swift, orderly fashion when a second bus rolled up.  Someone had rigged a few speakers out the window and was blasting ‘Thunderstruck’.  Laughing, I walked up to greet Kolson as he disembarked first and hollered back to exhort his men.

The troop buses pulled out and a train of buses bearing dependents arrived while Kolson and I got last minute orders and other relevant information.  As I walked back to my formation, I picked out the faces of some of my partners in the crowd of people moving towards the entrance.  Might as well give them a show.

“Section, A-ttention!” I barked.  “Right, Face.  Forward, March.”  As soon as we stepped off, I started a cadence.

Around her head, she wore a yellow ribbon

She wore it for her soldier who was far, far away.

Far away, far away.

She wore it for her soldier who was far, far away.

Around the block, she pushed a baby carriage.

She pushed it for her soldier who was far, far away.

Far away, far away.

She pushed it for her soldier who was far, far away.

Behind the door her daddy kept a shotgun.

He kept it for her soldier who was far, far away.

Far away, far away.

He kept it for her soldier who was far, far away.

I don’t know if the families heard the whole thing, but the men seemed in good spirits afterward.  Thunder followed behind for a quarter of a mile before peeling off toward the section they were to relieve.  We had another mile to cover.  The section chief of the troops in place met us in a large open section of grass.  His headquarters section was scattered in pairs about twenty meters back from the tree line, facing northwest.  They’d dug fighting positions already.

He and I talked for a bit with my guys separating into teams and waiting in clusters for more orders.  The troops did a lot of waiting while me and my team leaders met with the team leaders we were relieving.  Then I talked with my sub leaders, giving final instructions before they led their men to the assigned sector.  Alpha, of course, took the cluster of positions to the rear of the horseshoe formed by the other three teams.  An hour and a half after we arrived, my men were in position and the folks we relieved marched off.

During our handoff, we’d noted a few possible improvements to the fighting positions.  My team leaders got the men working on those tasks.   No point in having bored soldiers.  We employed the standard half on guard, half building division of labor.  Rotating every half hour maintained a healthy balance between workload and boredom.  The hot A’s for dinner were well received.

******

D + 2

The small dirt road running through my line passed just to the left of Alpha’s fighting positions.  It ran between Bravo and Charlie’s sectors.  On the day we arrived, and the first full day after, nothing happened.  That next day though, we started getting visitors.

The first to show was a trio of teens.  They acted like they’d just been out for a walk in the woods and happened to stumble on our locations.  That may have been true, but it was irrelevant.  We sent them back out of the forest, forward of our lines, escorted by two of Nance’s men from Bravo Team.

Afternoon of the same day, a man wandered into Charlie’s line with a wife and two kids under age ten in tow.  According to his report later, Dawson started out polite, but had to get forceful.  The man got angry, shoved Dawson, even took a swing at him.  Then he did something truly stupid.  He drew a weapon.  The woman screamed as her husband’s corpse fell to the ground.  She turned fearful eyes to Dawson and the two members of Charlie she could see.  He convinced her they wouldn’t shoot her, but that she needed to take her kids and leave.  Then they buried the dead man.

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D + 3

On the third day of duty, middle of the day, I was checking in with Delta Team, which was lead by Sgt Balakirev.  Given the timing, the men not keeping an active watch were working on part of their MRE.  And taking part in that time worn Army tradition, shit talk.  I was speaking quietly with Balakirev when someone decided to bring me into the conversation.

“Hey sarge?  You were in the army awhile back, huh?  When was that?”  I turned to see the speaker was the youngest member of Delta, PVT Hanson, just eighteen years old, from a medium size rural town.  His grin suggested he was in the mood for some bullshit.  Give the boys what they want.

“Back when you were an undifferentiated stem cell in your daddy’s balls.” 

Gales of laughter accompanied my reply.  Hanson chuckled as well, shaking his head.

“That’s what you get for messin’ wit the big dog boy.  You forget he’s a vet and an educated man.  You done got both barrels, boy.”

While the shit talk continued onto other topics, Mike tapped my shoulder.  “Bunker Central says all civilians are inside now, sergeant.  No word on when we’re coming in, but it can’t be long now, right?”

“Sure, but admin wheels grind slowly, so I wouldn’t expect it to be today.  Maybe tomorrow, but I wouldn’t hold my breath.  Come on, let’s head back to Alpha.”  I called on the section net to let the other teams know of the development as we walked back to Alpha’s sector.

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D + 5

Another scuffle broke out on the fifth day we were on guard.  This time it was Bravo’s position.  No one drew a weapon though.  Nance and his men sent the interlopers packing with a few bruises and one skull well rung.

That afternoon, a small group approached Delta’s location.  Once they were in visual range, they all got behind a tree or rock and took potshots for several minutes.  Then they disappeared.  A later recon found a ravine we’d not discovered and the prior force hadn’t mentioned.  Maybe they hadn’t seen it either.  It was small, only tall enough to conceal a man if he was crawling.  It was so narrow they’d have to go single file, and the grass in the area was thick and tall, disguising the rift as if the whole area was nice and level.  That was worrisome.  How many other similar cracks were there?  I had each team send out a pair of troops to probe the areas forward of their positions.

When dinner arrived, the cook’s helpers informed us it was the last hot A’s we’d be getting.  They offloaded several cases of MRE’s for each Team.  The men carried them back to their AO’s after finishing dinner.

******

D + 6

On the sixth day, we faced a dawn attack.  This was no longer just random people stumbling into our lines, or desperate people pleading for a spot in the Bunker.  Someone wanted to make a statement.  We repelled the attack.  Or, more likely, they withdrew after seeing what they were looking for.

After reporting the latest probe, Central ordered Thunder and Lightning forward.  I passed the word down quickly and my team leaders rallied their men.  We were on the move within forty minutes of getting the word.  Somewhat less than ideal, because we were leaving behind well-prepared fighting positions.  Each team broke out a few MRE’s per man into their rucks, then cached the rest at the current fighting positions before moving out.  Once we reached our ordered location, half the men set to digging hasty positions while the other half kept watch.

We were on our third rotation of watch and work when the next attack hit.  This time, it was clearly a probe.  They were not expecting us here.  That was probably the point of moving us forward.  The aggressors pulled back after ten minutes.

As dusk fell, a larger force hit us.  We repelled them again, but it got rather intense.  Twygger and Riggs were both hit, but not critical.  I called for evacuation of my wounded.  Central said they’d send an aid team, with security escort – in the morning.

Around midnight, a strange buzzing noise took over the section comms net.  I’d never heard jamming before, but given the effect on our comms, I think I’d just had my first taste of it.  As it continued, I picked up a few garbled bits of transmissions.  Something was happening.  Someone didn’t want me to know about it.  I dispatched Mike to check in with Delta.  I headed for Bravo’s position, with a plan to meet him in Charlie’s AO to figure out what the hell was going on.  Bravo seemed fine when I got there. I could hear fire coming from Charlie’s AO, and from Thunder’s as well.  That gave me even more impetus.

I rushed towards Charlie’s sector as fast as I could.  Mike met me just before I got there.  He’d had to duck behind trees and dodge fire crossing behind Charlie.  The panicked look on his face was cause for concern.

“Sergeant, Thunder pulled back.  They sent out a message,” he checked his watch, “eleven minutes ago that they were taking heavy fire and were falling back.”

Oh, shit.  Bravo was hanging in the wind with its flank exposed.  And they were the flank of the section.  I filled Dawson in on the situation, and took off for Bravo’s position with Mike on my heels.  Firing erupted ahead of us before we got there.  Less than a minute later, I could hear heavy fire behind me, near Charlie’s position.

It got worse.  Bravo’s men began falling back.  Mike and I joined in, helping to make it an orderly withdrawal, but the enemy kept coming.  It was a full-on human wave attack.  Mike tugged my sleeve.  Downey, the Charlie rifleman nearest us, could be seen in the distance, falling back.  Our line was collapsing.  Looking back at Bravo, the running figures were a mix of my men and the enemy.

I checked my ammo.  I had one magazine left.  Mike was in the same strait.  So was Tadiola, the Bravo rifleman nearest us.  The others were engaged in hand to hand fighting.

I had one last duty to the Bunker, and then my only duties remained to my men.  I snatched the handset off Mike’s vest.  Steading my voice, to make sure I was heard clearly, I forced the fear down, so I did not rush.  “Currahee, Currahee, Currahee. This is Lightning Six, we are being overrun. I say again, Lightning is overrun.  Currahee, Currahee, Currahee.”

Only one word mattered in that transmission.  One word that would trigger a hell storm.  

A shot cracked off the tree beside me.  Mike sighted in and returned fire before I could react. The kid was getting good.  Maybe he would survive what was to come.  Artillery was unavailable , but the mortars would still engage.  They had a longer flight though.  Course, at this range, it was just under a minute.  Mike followed me as I made my way towards the nearest foxhole, shouting out ‘Currahee’ to my men.  They picked up the cry and shouted it each way down our lines.

I’d chosen the word because it sounded like a battle cry – in fact, it often had been in the past – but my men and the gun bunnies both knew it would trigger every available fire support asset to pour fire into our area for one full minute.  My men were warning each other that hell was inbound.  The attackers merely thought we were trying to rally ourselves.

I lost track of the seconds as I fought the raiders at close range.  Two mortar rounds detonated further down the line behind the guy I was fighting, then one off to my right, just behind our line.  A shot from my lower right rang out and a bullet transited the man I was fighting, from below his ribs on the right and out his left shoulder.  Then a hand grabbed my ankle and pulled me into the ditch.  A massive roar rang in my ear, a weight fell on top of me, and the world went dark.

******

Yeah, I know.  I’m a bastard.  But am I a five-star bastard?