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B.J.Jones the Story of My Life

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Chapter 52

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 52 - 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 woke up at 4:30; I had a weird ass feeling I just couldn't shake - a tingle on the back of my neck I hadn't had that since I left battle field in the sand box.

I sent a text to all the girls with one question, "Are you ok?"

I received four yes and a call from Jenny, "What's going on?" she asked. I just woke up with weird feeling that's all.

She said, "You're good, I have a political meeting to go to tonight with Daddy for the Task Force. It's at Easton with all the Eastern Shore police chiefs and barracks Commanders. I'm on my way home now to get ready for it. I have a hair appointment to do on the way; it will be late when I get home".

"That's probably it, be damn careful. After it is over and you are home call me," I said.

A few minutes later the door bell rang, it was UPS with a plain brown box for me. The toys I ordered had arrived. I took it into the bedroom and opened the box. I had ordered a 6, 7, and a 8. The eight was monster. If we were going to date Bert and Robert again Jenny was going to have to get stretched and comfortable with it. The toys were advertised as the girl's best friend. I could see why.

They were strap-ons without the strap and harness to hold them in place. The harness was always a mess; it usually robbed the wearer of an orgasm. The six was actually a twelve; they came with a blood pressure pump and a mini football needle. The wearer inserted her end as deep as she could get it then pumped it up till it was a tight fit in her vagina, her end expanded like a dog knot with ridges to hold it in place. It would take trial and error to get the right feel and the ridges moving a little on the G spot would feel wild. The other end was a perfect feeling cock, other than being cold. It felt like the real thing, with the toy heater we had it was even better; also the curve looked about right. It was hard, but not too hard, soft, but not too soft, just perfect feeling. With no harness in the way it was true clit to clit. I couldn't wait to try them out. I put them back in the box and slid them far under the bed. I would clean them and try the fit of the knot very soon.

I showered and dressed for work. The girls were going to be very late tonight because Saturday's testing had been moved to tonight on account of the Lacrosse thing. With Jen's meeting I was going to go to work early, I had plenty to do. I stopped by Dee's on the way through C-ville and got a salad to go for supper. I arrived at 6.

I had six part timers working from 6 to midnight then it dropped to 2, then 3 for the day shifts for this weekend with everything else going on. We had our round table; I wanted both vehicles on the road continuously and someone to monitor the cameras at all times. We would rotate to break the boredom. At 9 PM I took my turn in the Explorer. I had made one full circle around the college, its side streets and parking lots. The streets were full of students tonight. I thought that was probably not good.

I was on the second sweep down Washington Street, past the main crosswalk, past Brown Avenue that took you to the hospital, past Campus Ave that was the main East /West Street that cut the grounds into quarters and also served as the south entrance to the hospital

I was getting ready to make the turn onto Kings Royal Circle when the call came over the radios "MAYDAY, MAYDAY kidnapping in progress at the main crosswalk. It is a blue Ford Econoline van. Fight in progress at the scene."

"The Ford is pulling away headed south on Washington" came over the radio.

I did a U turn; I was going to meet them head on and block their escape route. I was closing in on Campus Ave fast; they were headed towards me smoking tires. With all the extra lighting that had been installed I could see that there was still a fight going on at the cross walk. As the van and I met I yanked the Explorer into its left front driving both of the vehicles onto the side walk and into a huge concrete utility pole that supported the power lines, telephone and the stop lights for the intersection. The van hit the pole head on with the Explorer nosed against its left front.

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