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FISHING in the WRONG PLACE
June, 1969 found me a twenty four year old three stripe sergeant working remote Minuteman Missile Sites security near Lakota, North Dakota attached to Grand Forks Air Base. Shifts worked were three days or nights on and three off alternating between nights and days 7am to pm or vice versa. With commuting to and from our three days off usually ended up as only two full days. Part of our task was to patrol the ten separate missile silos our Launch Control Facility was responsible for when not working as entry controller for the launch site itself. This was the heady days of the Cold War and these warhead mounted nuclear weapons were primed, targeted and ready to go 24/7 so any alarms triggered had to be checked out be it a****ls, strong wind, rain or snow and hail to set them off or the hated “Standboard Evaluation Teams” consisting of fellow security personnel who were hated fuckers who seemed to love to fail us for petty reasons which could lead to extra training, disciplining or even courts martial as classified paperwork used not properly accounted for was deemed a serious offence. Woe betide the poor devil trying to incinerate unused code books if a strong gust of wind suddenly blows loose pages into the next state(it gets very windy in North Dakota). One evening after a colleague and I had checked an activation on a site near a small lake which proved to have been set off by birds we noticed about six cars parked by the lake as we headed back towards kaçak bahis the LCF everything in the military has abbreviations, so stopped to see what they were up to and discovered they were fishermen some casting spinning lures for finny creatures while others used live minnows to tempt the fish. The proud anglers lifted stringers of fish including large perch, sizeable walleyes, Black crappies and a few rather big northern pike. Having been raised three hundred miles south in eastern South Dakota I knew how delicious walleyes and perch taste, crappies good, too and pike also if prepared properly so vowed to ask for permission on our next set of three day shifts to fish a few hours after finishing our duties at 7pm. Our senior sergeant was only too happy to agree and the site cooks agreed to clean and cook our catch as long as they could eat some, in fact we ended up catching enough to feed the officers and crew in the LCF. Our first day shift back was no good as it was pouring down rain, but the next was a sunny warm evening. I,d brought three spinning outfits along and had plenty of daredevle type spoons or lures to attach to wire traces to guard against the sharp teeth of our quarry so soon we were casting to the hungry fish along with about three other fishermen. In an hour we,d taken about six large perch between one to two pounds, ten walleyes between three to six, and one pike I took of just over ten pounds. We,d had to keep our radio on in case of any emergencies, but tipobet güvenilir mi decided to head back as the fish suddenly stopped biting. As we were putting the equipment back in the International Harvester pickup we were surprised as a late model Lincoln Continental pulled up beside us with two stunning young females we,d previously seen in nearby Lakota inside, Maria, statuesque blonde with big boobies and curvy bottom and “bedroom” eyes and her best friend Connie, brunette with long hair. Shapely tits and even more curvaceous booty inside. “Hi Guys. What,re you up to?” Maria asked with a mischievous smile on her face. “I pulled the stringer from the water to show our catch and then laid the fish on a newspaper in the bed of the pickup. “Looks like you guys did pretty good.” Connie commented. “But I think you,ve been fishing in the Wrong holes!” She lifted her mini skirt to show she wore no panties, her midnight black pubic hair long and coarse. “Why don,t you follow us and we,ll show you two lovely holes to fish in?” Maria smiled. So as they waited my colleague Roy and I packed up then followed them to a remote spot near an old abandoned barn. As we had to keep the radio on Maria and I used the back of her car on an old blanket she carried in the trunk while Roy got the old tarp from the pickup and spare area in the pickup bed. Well I Did outrank him! Maria began by letting me remove her dress and bra so I could suckle and fondle her marvellous mammaries tipobet giriş as she exposed my stiffie and gently stroked me. Meanwhile Roy had simply lifted Connie,s skirt and was feasting on her pleasure groove causing her to moan happily as he wanked his own prick. Somehow we cocked an ear at the radio though the females were about to get cocked once Maria,s panties were off and Connie grunted as Roy slipped his large prong up her soaking wet puss. I had always felt these two wanted fucking when talking to them in town before, but previously we,d been on duty and Didn,t want to risk getting caught by our senior sergeant who often stopped in town to buy cigarettes. Maria simply grunted each time I shafted deeper into her belly and Connie seemed to whimper as Roy fucked her doggie style. Despite trying to hold on my sap rose quickly and I was exploding deep in Maria filling her to overflowing. Once I,d withdrawn I watched fascinated as my cum dripped slowly from her quim lips as Maria lay spreadeagled struggling to get her breath back. And these two weren,t finished as they traded places both sucking our cocks back to life before Connie impaled herself on me and Roy fucked Maria,s ass which she seemed to relish. Roy and I were pretty tired by the time we reached the LCF, filled the gas tank and cleaned the pickup before handing the catch to the cooks, taking a shower and falling into an exhausted sleep. Somehow we managed to wake up by 6am the next day and do our duty before enjoying the fruits of our labours a fish feast that evening. As we ate Roy and I also dreamed of Fishing in different sorts of holes! This Wasn,t my only encounter with these ladies, but my next fuck with them involved another colleague named Eric. TBC

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