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Click hereFifteen minutes later I wiped the cum from my face and asked, "Daddy, how many days were you in solitary confinement, exactly?" He told me. "Wow, I wonder if I can give you 1,121 more blow jobs before I graduate from college."
My father whispered to me, "Honey, I never thought I would be glad I spent all those days in solitary confinement."
"You are my hero, Daddy."
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The following Monday the dean called me into his office, and he told me to bring some of my sorority sisters with me.
"I must compliment you young ladies," he began. "The hospital personnel have reported to me that our wounded soldiers were extremely happy about your visit."
"We were only doing our part to thank our wounded soldiers for their service and their sacrifice, Dean Morrison," I replied as the other girls nodded in agreement.
"Very patriotic of you girls. I need your help with another related endeavor. Our university is committed to Project Support Our Troops. What we need you to do is pack boxes to send to our troops overseas for Christmas filled with everything from fresh socks and phone cards to cookies and chewing gum."
"Packing boxes, my ass," I whispered to the girls. "That sounds so boring."
"So are you willing to help?" the dean asked.
"Dean Morrison, we'd rather go back to the hospital and cheer up our troops for Christmas, like we did for Thanksgiving," I insisted.
"Really? Well, that's even better. I'm sure the hospital and the soldiers will be overjoyed. I'll set it up. Thanks you so much, girls."
We all got up and proceeded to leave his office.
"Packing boxes, my ass," I said again to the girls once we were out of earshot of the dean.
"Those soldiers are going to have to do a little more than tell us a sad story to get a blow job this time," Amanda muttered.
"Yeah, like pack our boxes," Heather added. "Wow, that dude Sarah and I sucked off had a really big cock. It took both of us to 'handle' him. He can just pack my box with that one-eyed monster if he needs some relief from that problem of his."
"My ass," I snapped, but then I smirked. "I love anal."
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Author's Note: This story is entered in the Holiday Story Contest, and your votes and comments are greatly appreciated. Also, if you list me as a favorite author, you can easily tell when I have new stories.
- COMMENTS
bigdaddyg123over 10 years agoThe story desserves huge accolades for the content and theme of sorority sisters offering to please and pleasure, emotionally, "physically", and erotically our dedicated, patriotic and honorable military wounded soldiers!! A most rewarding and grand gesture!!
HotWillie69about 14 years agoThis is a fantastic story especially in time for the holidays. I am a U.S.Army veteran, Veitnam era. Your stories just keep getting better the more you write and I read. Keep up this excellent work. You are my FAVORITE of great erotic authors.
sarahhhover 14 years agoAuthor. . . Jezebel (the one who made the last comment). A certain Dr. Von Scouries story is coming right up. Who knows, he may cure a psycho-bitch drama queen like yourself. Maybe not. You are far too entertaining to do without. Hey now, yinz, check out scouries' Holiday Contest story entitled "Emily's Xmas Milk" and if you still need more boob juice, you can always read my story "Breastfeeding My Brother."
Anonymousover 14 years agoWhy did you even bother? There's nothing here, just a few dirty scenes cobbled together into something that is neither interesting nor erotic. A complete waste of time.
