1 The days of my youth [pt 1] - Sex Stories

1 The days of my youth [pt 1]

... account on posting. A quick explanation of the boys bedtime, along with an address for the nearest sensible English Wife in case of an emergency, the location of the tea pot and something to eat , the location of the sofa where I was to sl**p and they swept out dressed to the nines. That evening passed in a flash, I played the k**s at ludo, then, as they well behaved little lads, off to bed when told, I and the dog named “Caspar” a Newfoundland crossed with I should think a brown bear, becoming instant friends much to my relief and I was soon dozing on the large and soft couch the dog sharing the couch at my feet, I didn`t feel inclined to argue at his choice of bed as he weighed as much if not more than me. Mine host and his good lady giggled their way in, somewhat the worse for wear, in the early hours He worse than she, they asked me if all was well and proceeded to explain they had been to a nightclub in town that had a sex show, I noted the address as it was to be my 18th birthday soon and I hoped I might need it. The show had apparently had had the desired effect on the pair of them, and they were soon off to bed The dog going into the bedroom, so silly me took it that it normally slept with them, the lady making noises that left a young soldier in no doubt as to what they were doing or that she was enjoying it. After a while silence reigned and I drifted off to sl**p but all too soon the k**s bounced in and woke me, saying they were off out on a trip this morning, ...

... they then roused their parents in the next room. Pete appeared nursing a hangover, and looking rough, Judy, bright as a button dressed in a shear, low cut cream nightgown, matching slippers, and a housecoat that just covered her shoulders, She was soon busy in the kitchen from where she soon produced a couple of packed lunches for the two boys. Within half an hour the boys were collected by another of Pete`s mates and his wife who with their own boys as well, set off for the local zoo for the day. My charges now gone, I expected to be packed off back to the barracks, but Judy first made a fine fried breakfast, before, sitting opposite us at the breakfast table, and showing just enough rather nice cleavage to interest a lad of my age, she began to talk to me about life in barracks. I explained having been in camp for the past 10 weeks what a nice change it had been to be out. She subtly slid the conversation round to my lack of female company over the last few weeks. That my sex-life consisting of a lot of magazines, wish-full thinking, and a lot of self manhandling I Like most lads of my age group I was not going to admit! Pete still with the remains of a hangover downed his aspirins and a huge mug of tea and said little, just sat head in hands quietly contemplating suicide and muttering “never again”. At this point Judy lost her temper with him and the situation changed big-time, she snapped that he was a cuck- wimp (a term I had never heard before) and that the dog had more go ...