B.J.Jones the Story of My Life
Copyright© 2012 by jballs
Chapter 11
Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 11 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.
Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Nudism Slow
I don't remember much about that night's sleep. I had short, little dreams, bits and pieces about being on the battlefield.
When I started to get restless someone pulled me close and whispered, "It's OK, I'm here, you're OK," sometimes there was a kiss attached to those words, other times there were hugs from both sides.
When I woke up I realized I was sandwiched between two warm bodies - male bodies at that. I knew that because I had two hard cocks between my legs, one from the front attached to Jake and the other attached to Jim. I reached down and found that the tip of the one from the rear was past the front of my legs, I could easily play with the head. I reached behind me and found I was able to do the same with the one pushed through from the front.
"Hmm, boys - I need to get back to the base; there are a lot of things happening today and I need to get there soon, we just don't have time for this." I dressed in a new set of fatigues, and then I put all the decorations and pins in all the right places. I hated women's dress uniforms.
The guys carried me back to the base where I had another meeting scheduled with Drs Rich and Moore. We talked three hours about everything, how I felt, my expectations, what I was going to do. They were amazed at how relaxed I looked. If they only knew!
They were interested if I was going to re-enlist. I said, "No, not even if I got another promotion." I had been in the sandbox too long. We will always be at war in the sandbox. They agreed and gave me a list of numbers for help if I needed it when I got home and their personal contact numbers if I needed to talk to them.
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