-
When I Was A Kid
-
Straight Female / 59
The Falklands War
As a teenager I lived close to an army barracks. I had dated a couple of soldiers, but as they were forever being posted elsewhere they were short lived romances.
In 1982 the Falklands war broke out. I was 18 and studying my A levels at school. There was a buzz around the town due to the heavy military presence. One Saturday night Caroline and me hit the town for a night out. In one pub we sat with a group of five soldiers. Although they didn’t tell us, we got the impression they would be heading to the Falklands Isles soon. Later we discovered they were shipped over the following week. The mood was both somber and exciting. They bought Caz and me drinks all night and we had a fab time talking and flirting.
About midnight we went for a kebab and ate them in a local park. I started snogging one of the squaddies and so did Caz. It was a strange atmosphere, we knew these guys were about to put their lives at risk, they were just young lads, in their early twenties. Caz lived with her grandmother who was in hospital at the time. We ended up back at her place with the five guys. Caz had a double bed, I was lay on one side of the bed, with Caz next to me. For the next couple of hours my friend and me let these brave lads fuck us. If memory we each shagged all five and a couple of them twice.
During that mad night we would fuck, stop for drinks and bacon butties, and then return to fucking. I had lovebites all over my body, my breasts and vagina were sore. The lips on my face were swollen. Thankfully between us we had plenty of condoms; next morning the floor, bed and dressing table was littered with them. I discovered that one of them or maybe more had not bothered with a condom, my pubic hair was matted with dried spunk and I had a suspicious white discharge.
I wasn’t on the pill but thankfully got away with it. Caroline and I agreed never to tell anybody about our night as army sluts. I’ve had two husbands, neither was told about that night. In the 1980s, and with the social circles I moved in, broadcasting that you’d let 5 working class low ranking squaddies take turns fucking you, and your best friend in the same bed would have been social suicide. It was great fun though :)
In 1982 the Falklands war broke out. I was 18 and studying my A levels at school. There was a buzz around the town due to the heavy military presence. One Saturday night Caroline and me hit the town for a night out. In one pub we sat with a group of five soldiers. Although they didn’t tell us, we got the impression they would be heading to the Falklands Isles soon. Later we discovered they were shipped over the following week. The mood was both somber and exciting. They bought Caz and me drinks all night and we had a fab time talking and flirting.
About midnight we went for a kebab and ate them in a local park. I started snogging one of the squaddies and so did Caz. It was a strange atmosphere, we knew these guys were about to put their lives at risk, they were just young lads, in their early twenties. Caz lived with her grandmother who was in hospital at the time. We ended up back at her place with the five guys. Caz had a double bed, I was lay on one side of the bed, with Caz next to me. For the next couple of hours my friend and me let these brave lads fuck us. If memory we each shagged all five and a couple of them twice.
During that mad night we would fuck, stop for drinks and bacon butties, and then return to fucking. I had lovebites all over my body, my breasts and vagina were sore. The lips on my face were swollen. Thankfully between us we had plenty of condoms; next morning the floor, bed and dressing table was littered with them. I discovered that one of them or maybe more had not bothered with a condom, my pubic hair was matted with dried spunk and I had a suspicious white discharge.
I wasn’t on the pill but thankfully got away with it. Caroline and I agreed never to tell anybody about our night as army sluts. I’ve had two husbands, neither was told about that night. In the 1980s, and with the social circles I moved in, broadcasting that you’d let 5 working class low ranking squaddies take turns fucking you, and your best friend in the same bed would have been social suicide. It was great fun though :)
- That's Juicy! 38
- Remove It! 2
