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It was my first time vacationing, and I was visiting my paren'ts friends in Ohio. I was a little nervous, being 16 and not travelling before. But once I reached Ohio, everything seemed so much better - the state was beautiful, and even just in the first few minutes landing, I realized this would probably be the time of my life. Little did I know, I would be right about that.
I had always been fascinated hearing stories about girls who live far away from their families for some reason or other. I always hoped that some day I could also be one of those girls. I got my chance when I had to go away to study. Though excited at first, it also meant that I would have to leave
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I was asked once, "What use is a fly?".....why, in the Infinite's great wisdom, did he create them?" I had been then tempted to reply, "What use is a human ?" and in truth, there must be a myriad of advanced life-forms throughout the universe, could ponder the same question. But looking down upon the enquirer - a most beautiful curly-haired moppet, barely out of mid-childhood, I was struck by the significance of it all.
I was a teacher in those days, working at a State High School in small-town Iowa. Perhaps with less inclination to air my views publicly in the presence of Governing Bodies, I could have held on to my earlie
Thus the Spring of '81 found me atop this grassy knoll, behind the baseball square, looking over acres of swaying cornfields across from the highway, surrounded by twenty-eight vitally interactive year nines, including miss curly hair!Ã‚Â It was the last day of term and the traditional school-picnic was underway. So too was the exhuberant behaviour - I had just called 'full-time' to an impromptu game of gridiron wherein six of the larger boys had been using one of the girl's hockey-bags as a ball, when Callie (she, of the curly hair!) popped the aforementioned question.
I looked down at her, exquisite features set in a strong face. Blue eyes framed by long lashes that would have been the envy of every girl at Prom Night - you couldn't buy natural innocent beauty such as this! I smiled at her.
"Callie," I said, " Everything has a purpose....toothache, death, acne, missing the bus.....whatever! Whether or not you know that purpose, is another thing though! You asked me about flies ...well, let me answer you with this tale."
Some years ago, seems an eternity now I guess, I had the misfortune to have been sent out to Da Nang Province at the height of the Vietnam conflict. Hell, all of us knew we had no right being there, but we'd been conscripted and not one of us was about to stand up and insult the US flag by beefing about it. We had each other to look after, and for more than four months we did a damn fine job. Ed had been wounded, but I'd seen him take worse at a schoolyard beating near Fort Worth. Ricardo I'd known him years earlier on a local baseball team...he was the comedian of the group - kept us laughing with his impressions of Nixon and John Lennon. Smithy was the quiet one - a chemical engineer before he was called up. He spent most of his time dreaming up the most God-awful biological weapons you ever saw. The enemy was better off having him in our platoon than in a Pentagon Laboratory back home implementing his nightmarish concepts.
Aussie Jack was my best friend, born in Sydney, Australia. His father was Texan, and he'd come home when he was 12.....took a hell of a ribbing over his accent, till he lost it round about Boot Camp. Then there was 'Long' John, one-time cook who worked at a roadside diner on the Boulder Highway out near 'Vegas. Must have been six foot seven. If his burgers weren't so damn good, any basketball promoter would have signed him up.
Lastly, it was my great privilege to know Simon, who came to be known as `The Weasel' This guy was good - he had the ability to crawl withinÃ‚Â fifty yards of an enemy encampment without being detected. He had developed an unequalled knowledge of trip-wires and land-mines and was responsible for getting us to pole-position in so many operations. It was rumored that the 'Cong had a $100,000 price on his head. Gives you some idea of his value to us groundies.
Late '69, Base-Command had us moving in on a Ã¢â‚¬ËœCong stronghold at Muang, less than 100 miles from the Laos border. Two Marine battalions had been wiped out by guerillas in the area, our enemy-warning system having no indication of their presence there. We were dropped in by chopper and dug-in for the first night or so.
Long John had made Captain and Ricardo Second-in-Command. Drenching rain made progress slow and difficult, so none of us spoke much, but I guess we all had our minds on the job in front of us. 'Weasel' was sent on ahead to spy out the territory and we made maximum gains during the next twenty four hours. Round about this time I had a bad feeling about the operation - don't ask me why, we'd been on a hundred such missions before, but I remember asking Ed one night if he ever regretted not having gotten married earlier - he'd looked right back at me and said, "Plenty of time for that ol' buddy.....plenty of time!".
Shortly after dawn the next morning, 'Weasel' brought news that the Ã¢â‚¬ËœCong camp was no more than a mile to the north east. We checked our equipment, took a quick briefing from Long John and headed off. Base Command had promised all of us a two month furlough if this was pulled off successfully. We crawled up to the perimeter of the camp, 'Weasel' having by-passed several of the outer trip-wires, and took inventory of enemy numbers. There must have been twenty or so!
Fanning outwards, we covered the encampment from a 360 degree vantage point, and on Long John's signal, let rip with everything we had. Half of the guerillas were dead before they even knew where to shoot. The Ã¢â‚¬ËœCong managed to fire off three or four mortars, and both Ricardo and Smithy were slightly wounded by shrapnel...other than that, it was over in less than five minutes.
After securing the area, Long John called us down. He had kept a couple of Budweisers in his kit, as well as a rolled-up flag which he now unfurled and jammed fast into the roof of the Ã¢â‚¬ËœCong's hut. "Bastards" he said, tears of utter emotion running down his cheeks - "You think you can stand up against the power of this?." he leaped down. "C'mon in boys - have a drink to a job well done."
Everyone filed in behind Long John, I was furthest back having taken top tree position. Just twenty yards from the cabin, the biggest damn blowfly you ever saw flew straight into my left eye. In surprise and pain, I dropped to my knees. Less than a second later the explosion tore the roof off the hut. It would have decapitated me if I had been standing. Heat from the blast hurled me back into the jungle but otherwise I was uninjured.
As I sat there crying, I knew "Weasel" was around somewhere cursing the fact he'd missed one last booby-trap. All but Aussie Jack were dead Ã¢â‚¬â€œ he died in my arms within ten minutes, leaving me no answers, but so many questions......
But for you Callie, you have your answer don't you?"
Copyright: Noel Bailey 1995
I wrote this because two years later, a pretty blonde girl was found face down in those distant cornfields. The girl had, according to forensic reports, been multiply raped by at least six males, beaten repeatedly, sodomised and burned beneath both nipples with what appeared to be a cigarette-lighter. She had been put out of her unimaginable misery when they finally cut her throat. It was Callie, she was just 16. No arrests were ever made.
Although I can never again travel to Iowa and put right what God was unwilling to prevent, she can now live again, if only for a few fleeting seconds, everytime someone in the world reads this. It is all I can give her.
Dr. Masters sat in his big padded leather swivel chair at his big polished walnut desk. A clipboard lay in his lap, and he looked over the pages, studying the applications and reports. He would consign most of them to the staff, but a few he would personally check out. Like this one, he thought, looking at one of the applications. Hmm, Shellie Wright, twenty-four years of age, married, auburn hair, green eyes, five foot six, hundred and twenty-five; husband found to be sterile; wants a baby, not by artificial means but by natural; income—sufficien
Yes, I think I need to check this one out, he thought.
Shellie Wright sat in the waiting room of the Masters Fertility and Reproductive Center. She was sure of what she wanted to do: be naturally inseminated and have a baby. Since her husband was sterile and she didn't want artificial insemination, it was best to be naturally inseminated. She could deal with it. It was better anyway to be naturally inseminated—natural was better all the way around. Her husband wouldn't know—he would assume she would be inseminated by artificial means, and she didn't see why she should tell him. And they could afford it too—no problem with that. The main thing, though, was that she wanted to make sure that the inseminator would sign over an agreement, that he would relinquish all rights to the child, and would not be considered a parent. The looks of the inseminator, his physical makeup? Well, she would prefer that he be halfway attractive anyway and not have any disabilities, but that was not a rigid requirement. The main thing was that he be able to inseminate her and make her pregnant.
Dr. Masters entered the waiting room and checked out the woman sitting there.
Umm—my god yeah, he thought. She looks like Nicole Kidman. This is going to be fun. Um umm.
"Mrs. Wright, I'm Dr. Masters. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes, Doctor, I need to know that the inseminator relinquishes all rights."
"Oh, yes, of course, Mrs. Wright. The inseminator has no authority or rights for claiming parentage. He will of course sign an agreement to that effect. Now, you are perfectly clear on this, aren't you? That this will be a natural insemination—not artificial."
"Yes, I'm clear about that. I'm wondering about your success rate, and any guarantee."
"Our success rate is ninety-nine percent, and the guarantee is this: We charge you one flat rate—a one-time payment. That's all you will pay. If, by some very small chance, you do not get pregnant, we refund your payment. We will have sessions until we successfully inseminate you. There should be no problem whatsoever with that, as you are by all accounts quite healthy, able and willing to be inseminated. I foresee no problems. There is absolutely no reason why we cannot inseminate you and make you pregnant, and give you a healthy baby. Now, any more questions?"
"No, I don't believe so," she replied.
"Okay, if you're ready, we can begin. Just follow me."
He led her down the hall to a door.
"Oh, just one thing more, Doctor. The inseminator, the donor—who will he be?"
"Me," the doctor replied. "I will be your inseminator."
"Fine," she said. Well, that's okay, she thought. He's not bad looking and he's husky and stout.
He opened the door and they entered a soft-lighted well-decorated room with a plush long wide sofa and a big-screen TV.
"Please, sit on the sofa, Mrs. Wright," he said. He poured her a glass of wine and sat with her on the sofa. He clicked the TV on and a film began showing—a very erotic film.
His cock began growing, getting stiff and hard. He looked over at her. She was voluptuous. Damn, but she looks like Nicole Kidman, or Jessica Simpson, he thought.
She watched the film and was growing aroused by it.
Might as well get this started, he thought. I'm ready for it, and she is too.
He reached over and slid her skirt up and pulled her panties down and scooted her body down on the sofa. He unbuckled his pants, slid them down and moved over atop her. He clutched her ass and moved his crotch up on her pussy.
He dug his hard dick up her pussy, jamming it in.
"Ohh—ahh—umm," she groaned as he dug it up her cunt.
He thrust it all the way up her pussy, and then pulled back a few inches and thrust it up again. "Umm yeah—ahh yes," he hissed.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and humped her cunt up, and he began fucking her good and strong and solidly.
"Ooh—ahh—oh god—umm—ahh," she cooed as he pumped her pussy.
"Ahh—fuck baby fuck," he rasped.
"Ah yes—umm yes," she replied. "Oh ah, yes!"
"Gonna fuck you, honey, till I knock you up," he panted. "Gonna fuck your sweet pussy till I squirt a baby in you."
"Ah yes—ooh ahh," she gasped. "Fuck me, knock me up, fuck me!"
He pumped the meat to her, pounding her cunt. "Here it comes, baby, here it comes deep in your cunt."
He heaved his dick deep in her pussy and let her have it. He squirted a gob of sperm deep in her pussy. "Yeah—hot cum deep in that sweet fucking cunt," he hissed.
"Oh god yes—ahh—squirt it deep," she panted, heaving her body up. "Oh god yes—ah yes now! Now! Ah yes—cuming now!"
He pumped sperm in her cunt as she jerked and thrashed. Her cunt muscles squeezed on his prick, sucking his semen up into her cunt.
"Ahh—umm—ooh—ahh yes," she crooned with delight.
"Umm—sweet fucking pussy," he breathed out heavily.
His cock grew hard again. He pulled her down, off the sofa, and onto his dick. He heaved his cock up into her cunt and began fucking her again. He raked her blouse up, and slid her bra up and sucked her titties as he pumped his prick in her.
"Oh ah—umm—ah yes—ahh!" she wrapped her arms around him and locked her legs around his waist and began pumping her cunt on his dick.
He screwed her fast and hard, pumping his meat deep in her pussy. "Here it comes again, honey," he panted. "Yeah—here comes the sperm deep in your cunt."
"Oh god yeah—unh!" she gasped. "Fuck me—fuck! Fuck!"
He jabbed his dick all the way up her pussy and spewed semen into her cervix. "Ah yes—here's a baby for you, honey," he huffed.
He pumped glob after glob of sperm deep in her cunt.
He finally slid his dick out, got up and helped her to her feet, and told her that they should have another session in three days. "We need to inseminate you at least twice a week. We'll have another session on Friday."
"Yes, Doctor," she smiled in satisfaction.
Friday came and the Doctor had her again. He was licking her pussy, jamming his tongue in her cunt. She clutched his head and mashed her pussy up against his mouth.
He slid up her body and straddled her waist and guided his prick to her mouth. "Suck it, baby, suck my cock."
He grasped her head and thrust his prick between her lips. "Yeah, suck that dick, baby—suck it good," he hissed.
He fucked her mouth for a minute, and then slid his cock out and got off the couch. He pulled her down onto her knees and got behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed up against her pussy from behind. He dug his dick up her cunt as he mashed and squeezed her tits.
"Oh god—ahh—oh yes," she cooed and thrust her cunt back at him.
He slid his prick out of her pussy and pushed it against her butt. He thrust forward and pushed it into her ass. "Ah—yeah," he grunted. "Umm yes—tight fucking ass."
"Oh god—ohh Doctor, ohh," she gasped.
He dug his dick up her ass and screwed it for a dozen strokes, and then he pulled it out and slid it up her pussy.
He really began fucking her now. He pumped his prick in her cunt, screwing her with strong lusty jabs. She jerked and bucked and hunched back at him as he fucked her.
"Oh god—it's so fucking good!" she panted. "Oh ah—your cock is so big and hard—god—so long and thick. Oh god—you're fucking me so good—ooh—you're filling me up."
"Gonna fuck your pussy, honey," he rasped. "Gonna fuck you till I knock you up—gonna fuck you till I squirt a baby in you."
"Ahh yes—give it to me," she gasped, "ooh yes—ahh—fuck me—fuck, squirt, fuck, squirt!"
He gave a mighty heave and thrust every inch of his prick up her cunt and spewed sperm. "Ahh yeah—here it comes, baby, here's the cum you want—here's the sperm you want deep in your sweet-fucking cunt!"
He squirted what seemed an endless amount of semen in her pussy.
After they had finished fucking, the doctor told her that they needed to increase the insemination, that she should come to the clinic three times a week. "We need to inseminate you quite often," he said, "in order to increase the chances of getting you pregnant."
"Oh yes, Doctor," she replied. "Every other day should do it."
"If need be we will increase it to every day," he said. "We will get you pregnant though, don't you worry about that."
And so it was. She was impregnated.
Dr. Masters sat at his desk and looked over the applications. "Hmm, this one looks promising," he murmured. "Married, twenty-five years of age, blonde, blue eyes, five foot six, hundred and twenty-eight. Yes, I believe I should check this one out."