Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... my usual things except I wasn't on Galene anymore. Upside of the barracks was the latrine that washed out to the far side of the island. I took advantage of it and then got myself shaved for the day.

I guess a little description of the barracks is in order here. It had ten generously sized racks (beds) in it. Five on either side. Each rack had an iron bar to hang your clothes on and a shelf for personal things. It had electric lights but with no generator they didn't do much. What light there was in the barracks was from the stove, candles, or whatever light made it in the doorway. It was all painted white which helped. My buddy from the German navy had taken care of the place so it was in good repair.

This also meant that I was sleeping in the same room with six women. Six women who always slept naked due to the heat and humidity. It made sense. I did it too.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I started out that first day taking advantage of the fact that Galene's stern was still above water. I rescued the batteries, the radio receiver, the generator, the few guns I kept onboard, and of course I also rescued my stash of silver, gold, and cash.

The next day I wired up the generator to the barracks and we had light but only during the day. It was too risky to have it on at night. The ladies took advantage of the light and went straight to cleaning up every last corner. I also got the radio going to catch up on the war and while things didn't look good it seemed that ...

... the Allies were keeping the Japanese out of Australia.

That night after lights-out we had dinner by the fire, talked a while, and sipped a bit of the rum. No one got drunk, it was just being social.

By mutual assent we called it a night, put out the one candle we had on and we retreated to our racks.

My surprise was a few minutes later when Leslie joined me and her delicate hand wrapped around my cock.

"Leslie!" I whispered, "What're you doing? The girls are right here!"

"Oh, please." she said out loud. Then she loudly spoke to the darkened room, "Girls, I'm sleeping with Captain Bob tonight, does anyone object?"

A chorus of 'No' was heard.

Saving you the long story we were soon loudly and lustily fucking each other.

Over the next week or so I'd always have Leslie, Verina, or Laurelle keeping me company at night. The other girls surely heard our night time exertions but during the day they were discreet enough not to mention it. At least when I was present.

I recall we were having a stretch of wet weather in the first part of June 1942 when Leslie started getting ill. I gave the food a check and it all seemed fine. Leslie's illness mostly seemed a problem in the mornings so it was just a couple days of this when we all seemed to realize she was pregnant.

"Oh my." was her response when Stephanie first suggested it to her.

Leslie was a bit sheepish when she asked me what I thought and she was quite relieved when I laughed and kissed her and hugged ...