Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... their bodies we put into the water at Stephanie's fishing spot. The deep water sharks quickly disposed of the evidence and I felt guilty for all of a minute and then reminded myself that this was a war.

Getting back to the Daihatsu some of the ladies were inspecting the crates. Some of it was food, twenty gallons of cooking oil, a mixed bag of guns, medicines, assorted ammo, and all of it was American. I figured it was all gear that had been captured at Manila.

Why the Japanese had it on a boat aimed at a battle with the Aussies I'll never know. But I am grateful to them for the gift.

It took us a few days of hard work to unload the boat. It was easier to crack open the crates and unload them piecemeal. The guns and ammo went into the armory and the supplies went into the storerooms.

I did an inventory of the supplies and found we were now in pretty good shape. We had quite the mélange of assorted firearms and ammo, a random assortment of canned and dried foods, and enough medical supplies to open a clinic.

There was a couple days to get over being sore from unloading the boat and to sip a little rum to help forget the two Japanese guys and then we were back to normal.

At this point I was accustomed to giving one of my four women a decent morning fuck. Meaning I'd sleep with Leslie and, say, Stephanie at night and then in the morning I'd go fuck Laurelle or Verina. It wasn't like I was going to get them any more pregnant so they were very receptive to ...

... me.

September 23rd marked the start of the battles for Guadalcanal and that saw quite the uptick in Japanese air and sea traffic. This upset the routine because I'd be up late listening to the radio and then the ladies would be out early to go do what they were doing. Several mornings that meant I missed my morning fuck and I'd have to wait for the afternoon break.

This one morning I woke up late and looked around and saw I was almost alone. Cheryl was still sleeping after staying up with me to listen to news from England. She was a little shorter than Stephanie but like Stephanie she was very well proportioned and not at all hard to look at.

I'd had my eye on her and I suspect she knew it.

She was on her bed sleeping on her side.

"Harrahrrr?" she uttered as I got onto the bed behind her.

"It's me." I said as I placed a hand on her bare hip.

"Bob?"

"Yeah."

She looked at me in the dim light. "I was just dreaming about you. You were sailing a boat and taking all of us somewhere. We were all so happy. It was so real."

"Was it a good dream?"

She smiled. "Yes. It was nice to dream about being happy."

"You're not happy?"

She turned away from me. "I rather am. This is the happiest I've ever been, really. What saddens me is that someday this will end and I'll have to go back to England and take up the dreary life my family has planned for me."

I understood this. Including Leslie, all of these girls had come from upper middle class families who had ...