It was when I came home from school on the Thursday that the shit hit the fan. Mother was asking the old man which outfit to wear for what, I asked wh...at was happening, they told me they were going to the local air force base on Saturday evening for a garden party, they were staying the night having a tour of the base before a dinner that evening, hopefully they'd be back late on Sunday if not early Monday morning, I guessed that meant if father didn't get pissed.My mind went in to overdrive,. He was a Master Sergeant andworked at the nearby base, the training center they called it. I'd seenhim a few times at work while Mom and I were in the base. Mom said Dad wasa drill sergeant. Because he was 'drill' he was un-human with others. Idreaded my Dad. He couldn't be different at home than at work. Or couldhe? I was avoiding him. He was what I was afraid of becoming, not that Dadwas bad to me. Or Mom. But he was different.One morning I was embarrassed and scared to death. My thing, I. . she wanted it... it was thick and red coming out now... and she wanted it... in her mouth... its thickening cone like shape heightening her excitement frantically!She glared at his cock breathlessly as the big animal's wetly glistening hardness came dangling out of his powerful loins, her mouth salivating erotically.Lust-driving thrills of unnatural lust surged through her ardently overheating loins. This was what she had wanted - at last! But how could she get to suck it?"Kaizer, lover," the. We were at an office party one night, and had both had quite a bit to drink. As we had decided to not let our "relationship" become grist for the office rumor mill, we were being ultra discrete. Never lingering to talk about anything but work, no inappropriate touching... You get the idea. Well, fueled by too much drink and her short skirt with no stockings, I decided I'd had enough. "Julie" I wispered as I walked past her, "I want to fuck you tonight. What do you think?" I didn't even.