" Again, they found each other in a group hug. Callie was the aggressor this time, reaching down to my cock and rubbing it through my pants. I moaned ...y approval as I reached out for Catherine's boobs. I rubbed them through her shirt, and could immediately feel her nipples come to attention. As I tweaked them, she and I engaged in a long French kiss. After several seconds, Catherine backed off and removed her t-shirt, exposing her B-cup boobs, then removed my own shirt. We rubbed each other's. We did a lot of kissing and petting on dark park benches, but I never had the guts to go beyond that. In the Army, some of my comrades were already married and/or had years of sexual experiences with women of their age. So, I felt as a newcomer listening to their stories and was embarrassed to tell them about my particular history. This all changed when I met Gerda. She worked at the bar across the street from our quarters which happened to be one of the few nice drinking holes in the small. It had been so dusty in Africa.I coughed, getting dressed and leaving for the head, the toilet, and after that some coffee. I hadn't been sleeping well and so I'd been sleeping less. I'd need some pills soon, I thought. I couldn't keep going this way and I needed a clear head. I had to be stronger than this. Smarter."Hey, Jen," a woman's voice greeted me.Welsh was on the command deck of the Challenger, but not for any real reason except that some binder someplace said she should be. The ship. All around me I heard the sounds of zippers being released and clothing dropping to the floor, mixed in with laughter and coarse remarks. Hearing myself referred to as a slut and a cunt only served to make my pussy wetter, and I whimpered in impatience as I waited for the rest of my holes to be filled. I wasn't kept waiting long. With a stinging slap to my ass, a thick cock was forced into my pussy, actually pushing me forward onto the cock in my mouth, making me gag. I heard laughter as my.