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Published : 13 Luly 2021

   

Junior Marine
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, m/f, Incest, Video sex

At school I loved music above everything else, I learned to play four instruments to reasonably high standards, the trumpet, the piano, the double bass and the obo. I could play them all well but not to concert standards. When I was eighteen my parents expected me to go to university, I was being pressurised to go into medicine, all of my 'A' level subjects had been picked for me by my parents and I did well in all of them but studying so hard for academic subjects left me no time at all for the music which was my first love.

I pondered the option of a musical degree but realised that it would cost me more to get a music degree than to get a medical degree and as a musician, I'd never earn enough to pay my tuition fees back, not if I lived to be over a hundred years old, then I bumped into David Houghton, an old high school friend, he hadn't made the grades to get into university so he had picked a different path, he said with a grin on his face that seemed wider than his head, "I've joined the Army, after six weeks basic training, I'll go to Cambridge University to study electronics and electrical engineering and once qualified, I'll have a degree level qualification from Cambridge University and I'll have been paid for three years instead of paying tuition fees...after nine years I could leave the Army and get a damned good job in industry with no student loan hanging over my head."

I was somewhat surprised that he'd be going to Cambridge University, his exam results were so bad that they hadn't even qualified him for a place at our local polytechnic, never mind a prestigious university, "What if there's a war...you could get killed!"

He shook his head, "As an electronics expert, I'll be miles away from any actual fighting, repairing radios, fixing radar sets or sorting out weapons systems...if there was a war, I'd be well safe!"

There was a chaste kiss on my cheek from David as we parted, I think he remembered when I was twelve and he tried to get a full on snog and a grope at the youth club disco and I'd kneed him in the balls for his trouble.

I was actually standing in the queue for a coffee at one of those ridiculously priced coffee chain outlets, casually looking around the High Street and the military recruitment office popped out of the mire of faceless multi-outlet stores that made every town centre look like every other town centre.

I looked at the bodies ahead of me, six people before I reached the door to get in the shop and five more people inside the room waiting to get near the counter to place their order. I'd chosen the wrong time of day to get caffeine cravings, everyone leaving the shop with their purchases had four or five cups of coffee on a cardboard tray.

A little voice in the back of my head said, 'Fuck this, we'll come back in an hour!'

I walked in a bee-line straight across the road to the front door of the recruitment office. I was welcomed into the office by a sergeant who took my details down before making me a cup of coffee, not a Costa or a Starbuck but it was strong, rich and full on caffeine, so it settled me down a little from my need for caffeine.

A Naval officer came out of a back office to interview me, we talked about my exam results that I was justifiably proud of but he cut me down to size by saying, "Even if you had seven 'A*'s, you'd still have to take our entrance exam and we'd make you an offer, based on the results of that test!"

Once I sat in front of the entrance exam paper I realised how David had got his offer with such poor school results, the examination wasn't in the slightest academic, there were three hundred questions to answer in fifteen minutes but they were more psychometric than academic. Five small pictures of shapes and the question, what shape is missing from the series. I was told that they weren't looking for the perfect answer or the considered answer but they wanted your first impression but even then, they didn't expect anyone to answer all three hundred questions in the time allowed...I certainly didn't disappoint, I answered up to question two hundred and fifty before my time ran out.

I had another coffee while my exam was marked and the officer came back to me with a smile on his face, "You'll be pleased to know that from your test results, I'm not going to suggest the Infantry or seaman...you like music right?"

I nodded my head.

"How would bandsman...erm...person, how would being a bandsperson sound to you?"

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"What...getting paid for playing music all day...sounds great to me!"

He smiled at me, "Well, not quite playing music all day, there's a lot of work involved in presentation, lots of marching and drill practice and performing concerts and the like in peace time and during conflicts, the members of the band work in the hospitals, driving ambulances and carrying stretchers, helping medical staff in all kinds of ways!"

I gave a little laugh, "My parents are desperate for me to become a doctor, a nurse is the next best thing, isn't it!"

He smiled and nodded his head, now comes the issue of placing you, at the moment, the Army isn't looking for bandsmen, just infantry and weapons technicians...the Royal Navy is recruiting bandsman but that will mean long stints at sea. The RAF isn't looking for bandsmen at the moment but the Royal Marines are, so it's a bit of a flip of a coin really between Royal Navy and Royal Marines.

I was shown pictures of the naval bandsmen on parade while playing instruments and then the marines...he'd shown me the two sets of pictures in the right order, I thought that the sailors looked tidy but when I saw the Royal Marines, they were a different order of magnitude smarter than the navy.

So, I found myself signing a nine year contract with the Royal Marines...it was conditional on my passing a medical and making it through six weeks of basic training first and it was only after passing both of those hurdles that I'd finally be a fully fledged Royal Marine bandsperson...mind you, I had a much bigger hurdle to get over, my mother was collecting prospectuses from the big medical universities so that she could use them to beat me into submission and right then, I was going home to tell my mother that I wouldn't be getting the salutation Doctor in front of my name, I was about to get the Private salutation instead.

I had to wait three weeks for my medical, there was no hurry, they had just started a training intake when I had applied to join so there would be ten weeks before the next 'Boot Camp' as they called the six weeks of basic training, and almost every day my mother was pestering me about selecting my university from the offers I'd received of a place. She was pushing me towards Leicester because it had a good medical school and it was only forty miles away from home, while I was pushing back with the fact that I wasn't sure that I even wanted to go to university at all.

After one heated argument that lasted from twelve noon to seven o'clock at night, I stormed out of the house and walked towards the shopping precinct and my favourite coffee bar. I paid my five pounds for the strongest coffee they did and stepped back out into the street taking my first swallow of the scalding hot coffee and walked straight into David Houghton, he was walking along with a crutch under his left arm.

I was a little shocked to see him in our small town as he should have been two hundred miles away at AFC Harrogate doing his basic training. I asked him why he was at home when he should have been half way through his basic training.

"I fell off the rope swing over the river on the assault course and badly sprained my ankle, I can try again at the next intake if my ankle's better by then!"

We'd kind of fallen into step together taking about his first four weeks of basic training, just walking aimlessly through the town centre. When we reached the Dirty Duck Inn, David asked me if I'd like a drink with him and he nodded to the Dirty Duck.

"I'd love a drink but I don't have my proof of age ID card on me, the only pub that will serve me without is the Three Feathers, he carded me last week!"

So we turned and started to walk in the direction of the Three Feathers, the direction we were approaching the Feathers from took us past the youth club that we used to go to as kids.

I dug him in the ribs with my elbow, "Hey, remember the good old days when we had a youth club here before the funding cuts closed it down?"

Dave's free hand went straight between his legs in a protective way, "Remember it...I almost failed the Army medical because one of my balls was still hiding from the time you kicked me in the balls at that disco when we were twelve."

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"Well, do you blame me...you grabbed me in front of everyone, kissed me and made a grab for my fanny right in front of everyone, including Tom, the youth leader."

Dave gave a nervous chuckle, "I'm sorry about that...I blame Paul Maitland...he told everyone that you were easy, he said that he'd fuck...erm, screwed you the week before at the disco...even after you kicked me in the balls and stormed off, he told me to go in the park, he had the nerve to say that you'd probably be waiting for me by the swings...he was a lying bastard though, I stopped being friends with him after that!"

"Pity...you didn't believe Paul..." I laughed out loud, "...I waited half an hour out on the swings to see if you'd follow me out there and in the end, I let one of my dad's friends out walking his dog take me to his place for a little fun."

David laughed even louder than me, "I don't believe you!"

"Paul was telling you the truth, he did shag me at the disco the week before..." I'd steered him into the park behind the derelict youth club building, "...we did it on that bench in front of the rhododendron bush over there. The week before, I did it with Alan Cunnington standing in front of the fire escape behind the youth cub and the week before that, Dan Price screwed me in the men's toilets at the other end of the park!"

"Really...fuck it...I missed my chance there then!"

I let my hips sway from side to side, "You could have missed your chance or it could just have been postponed a year or four!"

"You mean I could do you now?"

"If you've got a condom you can!"

David almost fell over in the struggle to get his wallet out of his back pocket to check that little hidden pocket that boys usually hid their condoms in to keep them away from their parents prying eyes. He held a Durex featherlite up in the air in triumph.

David's face suddenly lost the smile, he looked over his shoulder towards where the toilet block had been but had recently been knocked down. The toilet block had fallen prey to the lack of funding that had closed the youth club but, unlike the youth club, the toilet block was owned by the council so they could pull it down, the land that the youth club stood on and the one hundred year old wooden structure on it were a gift in trust to the people of the town and once the council admitted that they had no use for the building, it would have to be returned to the family that had donated it to the town. When solicitors asked about the building's status, they were told that the council were seeking funds for the repairs needed to the dilapidated building and its running costs and it would be reopened again to the youth of the town. The building on the land wasn't worth a pound but the land that it stood on was a million pound real estate in a prime town centre location, ripe for development into a supermarket

David looked at the bench that I'd let Paul Maitland shag me on the week before David had tried his luck inside the youth club disco, I heard him mumble, "Too bloody light for that!"

He looked at my face and had a strained look on his face, I'd taken the condom from him, it had two months of life left before the expiry date stamped in the foil wrapper.

As soon as I was happy that the foil wrapper was still in good condition, I gestured with my head towards the fire exit door at the back of the youth club building where I'd stood to let Alan Cunnington give me a kneetrembler up against the door. David grimaced and he shrugged his shoulders, "I don't think I could do it standing up with my dodgy ankle...and anyway, it's still too light to do it in the park...what about your house?"

"I'm not in my mother's good graces at the moment, unfortunately!"

I still had the condom in my hand as I walked over to the back wall of the wooden building, "Was this in your wallet when you tried it on with me four years ago?"

He was hopping along on his crutch to try and catch me up, "Yes...how did you guess?"

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"These things usually have a five year lifespan, do you still have the other two as well?"

"Cheeky mare...no...I've had the good fortune to have had the opportunity to use two of the three in the last four years!"

I pulled at the wooden board that had been nailed over the fire exit and it opened outwards like a door, the actual fire escape door only needed a gentle push to open it too.

"I've seen a few men going in here since they knocked the toilet block down and the men need a private place to play."

I held the wooden board open while David hopped through the fire door, as soon as I let go of the wooden sheet, the passageway into the main rooms became dark but I could still just make out the doorway to the kitchen where I knew that there was an old dining chair right in the middle of the room, by the time the fire door closed behind me it was as black as pitch inside the building and I had to carefully guide David into the kitchen. He whispered, "I think there's someone in the main hall!"

I didn't bother whispering, "Probably a couple of men having a kiss and cuddle or it could be a rough sleeper looking for somewhere out of the draughts."

I sat David on the chair that I knew would be there in the middle of the kitchen and as soon as I'd settled him in the seat, I opened his trousers and began sucking his cock. Judging by the sounds he was making, I guessed that I was the first girl to suck his cock, he was just resting his hands on the back of my head, not even trying to push my mouth further down his cock which was testament to how inexperienced he was at having his cock sucked.

David was obviously feeling a little awkward at being intimate with a girl without his mouth being occupied with hers so he suddenly felt the need for a conversation!

"Have you picked what university you're going to call home for the next six years yet?"

I let go of his cock with my mouth but continued rubbing him with my hand. "That's the bone of contention between my mother and me...she wants me to go to Leicester University because it's got a good reputation and is only forty miles away from home...I'm going for a medical tomorrow to join the Royal Marines!"

David gasped, it could have been my little news drop or it could be that I'd just brought him close to his boiling point. I rolled his own condom down his cock and stepped over his lap, gloving his latex covered cock in my vaginal sheath. I felt his whole body shiver as I settled down on his cock. Before David got the chance to ask why the hell I was joining the military he was distracted, we both were, a voice from the hallway, "Is anybody there?"

I gave a little giggle before answering, "Just a couple of kids having a little fun like you guys!"

"Sarah...Sarah Clarke...is that you?"

"It is Simon so you can go back to your friend before he gets cold feet and runs for the..." before I could say hills there came the sound of someone falling through the fire door and out into the park beyond!

Simon said, "Too late, I think he's was one of your dad's friends and didn't want you recognising him...so, who are you playing with?"

"David Houghton from Wexford Place!"

David gave a little gasp at me telling the gay man his name.

"David Houghton, I remember him, pretty boy, sandy coloured hair...I had a few wet dreams over him when he was playing football!"

I could feel that David was feeling affronted about the gay man talking about him like that so I kissed him to calm him down before saying, "I always thought you looked like an angel when you played football for the under twelve's team, no wonder so many gay men used your picture as a 'Wank Memoire' back then in your little shorts!"

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I could feel that Simon was rubbing his cock behind me, he said, "Pity my friend ran out on me, I was hoping to get my cock sucked by him, after all, I put a lot of effort into making him feel good...I don't suppose either of you would fancy sucking my cock for me would you?"

I chuckled and said, "Stand behind David, Simon, I'll suck you off if you like!"

Simon's cock was actually brushing against David's cheek as he stood behind him and I sucked Simon's cock over David's shoulder!

After getting both men off, David inside his condom in my pussy and Simon in my mouth, I helped David out of the fire exit and apologised for not being able to go to the pub with him now but I guess that after getting to fuck the third girl in his eighteen year long life, he was happy enough as he hobbled off towards home and I walked back to my house with my Uncle Simon.

I passed my medical, one hundred percent fit and three weeks later I was on a bus heading south, after yet another blazing row with my mother about not going to university. The first six weeks of basic training were a lot of cleaning and polishing, at Commando Training Centre Royal Marines (CTCRM) in Lympstone, Exmouth. There was also a load of classes, the history of the Royal Marines, the battle honours and medals of the UK Military, I actually loved the history of it all. After passing the first six weeks, there was supposed to be a four week introduction to our individual specialities, things for me like, how to march while reading music and playing an instrument. Suddenly there was a step change, I put my trumpet away and started learning how to give vaccines...there was a corona virus pandemic and the government had seconded the military into helping the NHS, things like taking people to the medical centres, marshalling the car parking, checking people's credentials and pointing them towards their jabs and bandsmen were the ones that were trained in how to actually stick the needle in people's arms.

One day I found myself on a minibus with two sailors, a Royal Marine Commando, two infantrymen from the Army and two Brylcreem boys from the RAF. I was the only women on the mini bus with eight men, including the civilian driver, and was acutely aware of the amount of testosterone in the air, especially after almost ten weeks without a cock in my cunt...

We were driven to an old folk's home on Devon, a home for retired ex-service men...not ex servicemen and women...just men, and two hundred of them. We weren't in parade dress, just our smartest battle dress with polished cap badges...well, apart from the sailors but they did have gold cap tallies on their white caps with the names of their ship on them. As we approached the home, we were stopped at a set of traffic lights and the driver turned to face us, he told us that he was ex Coldstream Guards, "You won't find an answer to this in any Army, Navy or RAF manual but every one of these men have actually fought for our country, if you'll take my advice, form up all military like, march into the entrance foyer and give them all collectively your best possible salute...show them bags of swank!"

He pointed to one of the Infantry guys, "You're a 'lance jack' lad, it's up to you to call it...okay!"

The single stripe on the soldier's arm made all the difference to us new recruits, he was definitely senior rank in our mixed service platoon, even though we were all from different arms of the service, we would all defer to his rank.

We had two cold boxes in the back of the bus with enough bottles of vaccine for staff and residents as well as the syringes to match but if we were going to swank into the home, we couldn't encumber ourselves with boxes, we'd have to march in, introduce ourselves and then return to the bus for our gear.

The bus stopped short of the building, about as far away from the entrance as the bus could stop and still be in their car park.

We were formed up in two files, Navy in front, in deference to their senior service status, the Marines had been going almost as long as the Navy so we were second in the line, Army should have been third in line as the RAF were very much the junior service, only just over one hundred years old but because the lance corporal was giving the orders, he and his brother soldier took the rearmost position in our little squad, the lance corporal in file one.

There was an almost whispered, "Party, properly at ease!" from the back of our little line, we all stiffened up ready for our first order...an almost screamed, "Vaccine party...vaccine party...Ten...Shun!"

Even the sloppy sailors made a good fist of coming to the attention, they, like the RAF guys, didn't stamp their feet while we Marines and the Army did causing a clatter from our hobnail boots to echo off of the windows of the nursing home.

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"By the left...Quick...March!"

By this point there were faces at every window because of the barked out instruction from the car park, faces at all the windows and residents gathering at the locked front doors of the home.

"Left...left...left, right, left!"

It was a little unconventional but at a point where the sailors were about level with the centre of the entrance into the house I was expecting the right wheel command but didn't get it, instead we got the command "File two...Mark...Time!"

The sailor in front of me stopped going forward, the sailor on my right continued marching, head held high.

When the lance corporal marched past the sailor in front of me he barked out for 'File one' to mark time and then for 'Vaccine party' to halt and then to perform a right turn, and for file one to take one pace forward so that we were all now standing in a straight line, sailor, marine, RAF, lance corporal, sailor, then me, the second RAF man and finally the second soldier.

The lance corporal was almost in the centre of our eight man line, he took two paces forward so that the rest of us could see him before he gave the order, "Vaccine squad...as a mark of respect...General...Salute!"

I said to myself, longest way up...two...three! And stood there with my hand in the correct salute position, fingers together, palm facing forward. The sailors had their index finger touching the bottom of their caps, palms facing down, the RAF guys had a similar hand position to us but they got there a little sloppily, taking the shortest route up to their foreheads. Usually, when saluting an unresponsive subject, the protocol would be to hold the salute for a count of three before taking the shortest route down to my side but we were taking our pace from the lance corporal in front of us.

After we lowered our salute we just stood there looking at all the appreciative faces at the windows and doors for two minutes until the lance corporal gave the order, "Vaccine party...Fall...Out!"

We all turned to our right, the Army and we Marines stamped our feet again as we executed the turn, the Navy and the RAF just kind of rotated on the balls of their feet.

I was detailed to collect the syringes and my fellow Marine was told to fetch one of the cool boxes while the Army private was told to collect the second cool box from the bus, the Navy seamen went to collect our PPE and the RAF were detailed to help the rest of us get into our kit first before I helped the two of them into theirs. All done in the car park, in front of the main doors to the home with as much military swank as possible and all watched by the residents of the home at their windows and doors.

I was stabbing arms with vaccine and my co-Marine was keeping the paperwork in order, between us we had to inject sixty two people, the other one-twenty-four were being inoculated by the Army and RAF boys. The Navy boys were looking after all the staff.

I sanitised my hands for the sixty-third time and asked the matron if that was everyone. "Well, we do have one more gentleman, Tom Cooper, an ex-Marine seargeant, he caught Covid nineteen six weeks ago but we couldn't even book him into the system until today, the NHS wouldn't even talk to us about him getting his vaccine until this afternoon, I've got to ring their office after three o'clock.

I made the call, I still had fifteen bottles of vaccine left in my stock and the other two teams were in a similar position, far more serum than people left to stab with it. I spoke to seven different doctors, each one passing the buck to the next one up the line, when I finally got to Professor somebody or another, I pointed out that the man was an ex Marine, he had fought for our country and had been locked in his room for six weeks in isolation, I was finally given permission to vaccinate him.

I left my co-Marine filling in forms and took one syringe and one bottle of vaccine.

I walked into his room and saw Tom's best dress uniform hanging on a wall hook. He dragged himself into a sitting position using a handle dangling over the bed on a chain. I looked on the left chest of his uniform blouse hanging on the wall. I'd only just reviewed my British war medals pamphlet, I looked at his notes, I was a little confused, he was born in nineteen sixty-four but the first medal ribbon on the left chest of his dress uniform was 'Empire Blue' followed by white and then 'Sea Green' in the centre and back through white to 'Empire Blue' again....that was the Falkland's island war medal and in the centre was a rosette which put him actually on the Falklands island when he was only seventeen years old which should have been impossible.

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I snapped to attention and gave him the smartest salute that I could on bedroom carpet, this time I only held the salute to a count of three before taking the shortest route down. There were only three stripes on his sleeve so he'd left the Marines as a sergeant. There had only been ten campaign medals issued since the Falklands war and my patient had eight of them.

"Which arm would you like your shot in Sergeant Cooper?"

"Does it have to be my arm?"

I shook my head, "It'll work equally as well in your thigh muscles or buttocks!"

"Will it work equally as well in either of my thighs?"

I nodded my head.

"Okay then, I'll have it in my left thigh please."

I turned the left hand side of his bedding down to expose his pyjama bottoms, I was just asking if I should try rolling his pyjama leg up or pull the waist band down when I realised that I could see the shape of his right leg inside that side of his pyjama bottoms but there was no leg at all on the left hand side of his body...I froze, just staring at the flat pyjama leg on his left hand side, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that you'll have to fly over to Iraq to give me my jab in my left thigh. I left it on a mine clearance job during the reconstruction of Iraq!"

I scowled at him and then made a grab to pull the left side of his pyjamas down to jab him in his left buttock, he complained, "A girl usually buys me dinner at least before she rapes me!"

I gestured with my head towards his dress uniform, "Your medal ribbons show that you were in the Falkland's Islands during the war in nineteen eighty-two...but your medical records show your date of birth was nineteen sixty-five, how did you get to be in a war zone when you were only seventeen years old?"

He smiled at me, "Wrong place at the wrong time, I joined the Royal Marines when I was sixteen as a boy marine and after my first year of training, I was posted to the Royal Marine Garrison in Port Stanley as part of my signals and radio training, I was on exercise in the mountains with four old-timers when the Argentineans invaded, we only had ten Marines to defend the island and as soon as my platoon commander spotted the invasion ship landing, he ordered me out of uniform because of my age, I was told to lie low with the civilian population and try to get off the island as soon as possible while he and the other three rushed down the mountain to join the fight."

"Wow, I can't imagine what it would be like to be in such a small force trying to defend a whole country from a massive invasion force!"

"It was hell, I joined a sheep farmer called Richard and I used his HF Radio Ham set to pass messages to England, they had a receiving station near Daventry called 'White Dove' and I was passing troupe numbers, troupe movements, deployment and kept a track of civilian prisoners as much as I possibly could. When the task force arrived, I dug my uniform out and reported to the Parachute regiment because they were the first British soldiers I came across, they used me as liaison between the Parra's and the Royal Marines that were fighting on the other side of the island."

"I can't imagine a seventeen year old snot of a marine working directly under a bunch of Parachute Regiment jump-jockeys!"

He smiled and nodded his head, "I was working alongside the battalion commander, relaying information on our progress to the task force and taking casualty reports...when we entered Stanley, I was able to point out the safe route into town, along a snow melt channel and I pointed out the building that the Argentineans were using as their barracks, we were about a hundred yards away from the building, fifty yards of totally open ground and then the road and then a little more open ground to the building.

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The colonel was all for a full frontal attack but I pointed out their four machinegun posts that were dug in across the front of the building and told him that the Argentineans had moved all the women and children from Stanley in to the rooms at the back of the building, we couldn't even fire in the direction of the building for fear of killing half the population of the town that we were trying to liberate!"

It was going to be a long story so I sat on his visitors chair to listen to the rest of the story.

"We were there, ankle deep in freezing water while we pondered our situation, we were only thirty strong at that point, the rest of the battalion were going street to street through Stanley and meeting little or no opposition at all, almost three hundred and fifty Argentineans that I'd estimated were garrisoned in Stanley were all now in the one defendable building in the town, if we'd had a tank, we would have just driven right up to their defensive line but we didn't, then I was asked if my radio pack could contact the aircraft carrier HMS Hermes. He used my radio to talk to 'Flag', the Admiral in charge of the overall task force. I was shocked when I heard that the colonel wanted an attack by a fighter bomber with a 'J233' pod...we were going to use a laser designator on the road and the bomber would drop it's 'J233' out on the road, three hundred small bomblets, dropped at low altitude and slow speed. They sent two harriers over at ultra high speed on a low level run above the Argentineans heads to distract them, flying low and just below Mach One they didn't take any fire from the enemy. A third harrier had started out ahead of the faster flight, timed to be above the road in front of the hall while the Argentineans were still getting over the shock of two fast moving jets leaving tyre marks on the roof of their building. The third jet was at the minimum height and minimum speed to drop his load following along the line of the road, opening the 'J233' pod above the splash from our laser designator."

I'd been studying our regimental history and none of this had been mentioned in those records.

"I can tell you that having three hundred small bombs exploding in a second, just fifty yards in front of us, made me shit myself but it made the Argentineans shit themselves more, all three hundred and fifty soldiers surrendered without a single casualty apart from fifty yards of tarmac road surface! And one pair of standard Royal Marine issue underpants."

That caused me to laugh, "I was only reading about the Falkland's War last week, I didn't see anything about an air attack like that inside the town of Stanley, the reports were that Stanley was untouched, it said that the town suffered worse damage during an average winter storm than from the liberation of the town!"

It was his turn to laugh now, "If you're really interested in the truth...you won't find anything in the flyboys reports or in the Parachute Regiment reports of the day and I was the only marine there and I wasn't going to put anything down on paper...the only proof would be from the Royal Engineers, ten tons of tarmac dropped by helicopter in Stanley the next day and the fact that the runway they built after the engagement was ten tons of tarmac short. Within twenty four hours of the 'J233' being deployed, everything was back in place, including the white line down the middle of the road!"

I thanked him for his tale, "You can't beat living history!"

I looked out of the window, it was about the first sunny day of the year, "You should be out in the garden, get a little fresh air and exercise!"

That made him laugh, "They're short of staff, I haven't been out of this bed for ten weeks and if I go out in the garden, they have to assign a warder to follow me around...I think that the best kind of exercise for me would be the one legged press-ups on my bed for half an hour!"

I gave him a look, the cheeky grin on his face told me that I'd understood him properly...I gasped at his cheek but the twinkle in his eye made me laugh and then he said, "If I were only forty years younger and had one more leg, I'd jump on you from a great height!"

"I'm not prejudiced, I go with older guys and hell, one leg...two, little difference to me...it's what's in between the legs that's important!"

Now it was his turn to look surprised at me, I looked like such a sweet little thing, not quite nineteen years old and in all of my PPE, he couldn't actually see my face properly, just my eyes above my face mask, he gave me another grin, "Do me a favour love, pass me my dressing gown please."

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While I was pulling his dressing gown out of his wardrobe, he was folding the left pyjama leg and pinning it in place, he hopped out of bed and I helped him into his dressing gown and then handed him his crutches which the staff had put well out of his reach from his bed.

He came out into the main lounge with me and he invited me to take a cup of tea and a slice of cake with him, I had to decline sadly, we had a specific exemption to enter the nursing home for the purposes of inoculating the residents and staff, our exemption didn't include a social visit, no matter how much I would have loved a cup of tea and a slice of cake.

I tore a corner of the vaccine box that had been emptied during the day and wrote my name, service number and telephone number on the sliver of card and handed it to him, "Give me a call when lockdown's over and I'll pop over for that cup of tea and slice of cake with you...do you have a mobile phone, I could program you into my phone now so I'll know who's calling me!"

There was a laugh from behind me, one of the carers was bringing him his cup of tea and slice of cake, she was laughing so much that she could hardly say, "Tom won't have a mobile phone, he thinks they cause brain cancer!"

I smiled at Tom, "You don't use your feet to use a mobile phone, so they can't cause brain cancer Tom!"

He leaned in far closer than social distancing would usually allow and he whispered in my ear, "My brains are kept thirty inches higher than my feet Sarah!"

I looked at the carer and gave her a smile as well, "Just like all men Tom...you all keep your brains in the same place!"

Tom sat at a table to take his afternoon tea and I went to the front door where the rest of my party were waiting for me, the carer came up behind me and said, "I don't know what the hell you did to Tom but I've known him for four years, his main defining characteristic has always been that he's a miserable bugger...excuse my French...this is the first time I've seen him smile, ever!"

We dragged our kit out into the car park and then took our PPE off, the lance corporal told us to form up in front of the building the way that we'd done that morning and we paid our respect to our retired brothers in arms with another salute, just the way that we'd done that morning. As we were performing our second mark of respect to our retired servicemen, our bus driver took our kit back to his bus, file two was told to take one pace forward and then for everyone to mark time together and for file one to forward march and as soon as the lance corporal was level with the other soldier, the rest of us fell into step and we marched all the way back to our minibus.

The manager of the care home had recorded our arrival and our departure on the home's CCTV system and he sent MPEG files to our bosses and to a news outlet so my fellow Marine from the vaccine party and I both got a pat on the back and the whole camp got to see the video footage...everyone agreed that it was a close run thing but that the Marines put up the smarter performance out of the eight of us.

The next day it was back to work, this time I did a ten hour shift at a tented site on the Exeter Race Course, I was one of ten medical staff giving injections with one hundred volunteers backing us up, yesterday everyone in the home had been counted as one household bubble so we didn't have to sanitise the chairs and other fixtures between each victim but today, everyone was just a member of the general public and everything had to be sanitised between each injection, so I only managed to inject forty people in the ten hour shift.

I was knackered at the end of the day, I grabbed a quick meal and returned to my dormitory, I was alone in a four bed dorm because the other three trainees were electronics and radio technicians and had all been sent to other establishments to continue their training so that I didn't risk infecting them with Covid nineteen and likewise, they didn't risk infecting me...as it was, I had to take a lateral flow test before starting every shift and two of the full tests every week, even though I'd had both of my injections in the run up to my starting injecting people.

As soon as I was back in my dorm I had a shower and got ready for bed, usual thing, olive green knickers, bra and t-shirt, just in case we had a 'Stand-too' call in the night, we'd be faster to react if we didn't have to take our night clothes off first, all we had to do was pull our trousers, battledress blouse, socks and boots on and we'd be on parade in just over one minute instead of five minutes.

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I put a little music on and lounged on my bed with a book in my hands but before I could get started on the book, my mobile phone chirruped, the screen showed me a caller's number but no name so it was from an unknown caller and it wasn't a straight phone call, it was a request for a video call...now, that was unusual for a total stranger to jump straight in with a video call request, so I took the call, the screen filled with a duck egg blue door set in a white frame and a small section of Magnolia wall.

I said, "Hi Tom, you need to switch to the other camera so I can see your face rather than your bedroom wall!"

"How did you know it was me if you can't see me?"

I was in your bedroom yesterday, I remembered what the back of your bedroom door looked like...look at your screen, I'm filling most of the screen but there will be a smaller picture of what I can see!"

"Shit...ooops, sorry, am I allowed to say shit!"

"I'm on my own Tom, you can say whatever you like!"

I told him how to switch from the main camera to the camera mounted on the face of the camera and suddenly I could see him filling my screen.

He grinned at me, "What're you doing?"

"I've had a hard day mate, I've rushed my dinner and now I'm just winding down getting ready for bed!"

"What're you wearing Sarah?"

"I'm dressed for bed, passion killers, t-shirt and bra!"

I watched him swap his phone from his right hand to his left and a few seconds later I could see his right shoulder lift and fall, I grinned at him and said, "Tom mate...are you whacking yourself off there?"

There was a flash of red on his cheeks and then a sheepish grin, "I forgot, you're a Marine, trained to observe everything! Erm Sarah...Can I be really cheeky...can I see more of you than just your face please?"

I had a photograph of my Uncle Simon on the top of my bedside locker, I'd often used it as a prop for my phone when I needed a bedside clock. I popped the phone against the picture and turned it to show Tom my body from my face to my knees.

Tom gave a wolf whistle and then I saw his shoulder moving faster and more exaggeratedly.

"So...Tom, how about showing me the effect of seeing what my passion killers in all their glory is having on you!"

Tom turned his phone around and pointed it straight at his cock, not a bad cock for a man of his age, then he turned the phone back to his face and said, "Do I get to see any more of you?"

I ran over to my dorm room door and kicked a wooden wedge under the bottom edge to stop anyone just walking in on me and I took my t-shirt off before running back to my bed. I got another wolf whistle and I told Tom to switch back to the main camera so that I could keep seeing his cock and he could still see me. As soon as my screen filled with the picture of his hand flashing up and down his cock, I slipped my hand into my knickers and started to rub my magic button.

I took my bra off after five minutes to much appreciation from Tom and after five more minutes, I kicked my knickers off and lay there naked masturbating myself wildly as I massaged my tits with my other hand...I watched Tom run through his climax and I reached my own a moment later, I thanked Tom for the fun half hour and told him that I needed to go to sleep because I had an early start the following day.

I took another shower and thought, I could have left my connection open for Tom to watch me showering...well, maybe the next time I'd remember to do that for him...and I was certain that there would be a next time, so long as I was alone in my dorm.

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I settled into a regular on-line date with Tom, three or four times a week and when the twelve weeks were up between the ex-servicemen's home first vaccine and their second, the same eight person medical force were given the job of giving the second dose of the vaccine.

The second visit was a little different though, the minibus dropped the eight of us off at the local church to the home, there was a blessing from the Bishop and the eight of us were to march, all smart like from the church to the home but not just the eight of us this time, there were a few 'Hangers-on', like, the fifty-six bandsmen of the Royal Marine marching band, at least ten TV broadcast companies and their staff. The residents in the home could hear us coming from a mile away and the streets gradually filled with town's people watching the spectacle of eight medical staff being escorted to work by fifty-six incredibly smartly dressed Royal Marines.

When we reached the home, we found that the car park was totally clear, fifty-six marching bandsmen needed an acre of space to perform their marching turns as they played their music...but first, as we repeated our previously impromptu salute of respect to the retired military men in the home, the band massed behind us and played the National Anthem whilst standing still and we held our salute for three verses of the anthem before we were dismissed and dressed in our Personal Protective Equipment.

As soon as our salute ended, the band began to march up and down the car park in front of the home whilst playing the various regimental anthems that would be recognised by the various retired servicemen inside the home as their regimental anthem. I spotted that one resident was having his one hundredth birthday, no party, no visitors but a stack of birthday cards, I gave the one hundred year old ex airman his jab and then picked up the biggest of his birthday cards, a picture of a Spitfire, a Hurricane and a Lancaster flying in formation from the battle of Britain flight. I held up the card for the Drum Major to see the significance of the card.

I watched him raise his mace above his head, lower and raise again, the signal to change the tune even though the last tune wasn't quite finished. The side drums rolled through two three second counts, then a single roll of seven seconds before the tune 'Happy Birthday to You' directed towards the old fly-boy and after the birthday tune, they went into the 'Dam Busters' tune just for the birthday boy.

I'd spotted Tom Cooper hopping around on his crutches while I was working through my list of arms that needed filling with their second dose of vaccine but when I reached the last line on my list, the line that had Tom Cooper's name on it, I couldn't see him, I asked Matron if she'd seen Sergeant Cooper anywhere around?

She looked all around, "He was in the day room, he was quite excited that you guys were coming in, he's been hopping around all morning waiting for his turn!"

Matron spotted one of the care staff carrying a tray of coffee cups for the residents to use, the carer said that she had seen Tom going to his bedroom ten minutes ago, "He'd overdone it a little, he was tired out so I told him to go and lie down in his room and that I was sure that the nurse would give him his vaccination in his room!"

Matron turned to me, Tom's bedroom is..."

"I know where it is Matron, I gave him his first shot in his bedroom twelve weeks ago."

"Would you like someone to come with you?"

I saw the look on her face, it was a clear, 'I hope not!' as they were so short of staff.

"That won't be necessary Matron, I know that Tom will cheek me a little but I'll still get the vaccine into him one end or the other!"

I slipped into Tom's room and made sure that the door was closed properly behind me as I entered.

"Morning Tom, same place as three months ago mate?"

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Tom tolled slightly to his right, I flicked the left side of his bed sheet off of his body and pulled at the waistband at the side of his pyjama bottom down to expose his left buttock but I'd pulled it a little half-heartedly and it slipped from my fingers as I was concentrating on the pointy end of the syringe and the waistband of his pyjamas pinged to his right thigh, exposing a seven inch long erection and a pair of plumbs hanging exposed.

I stabbed his arse with the syringe and then I slipped my left hand over to his cock and rubbed him gently, "Would you like something sweet to help you forget the pain of having an injection Tom Darling?"

He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled as I rubbed him off from behind.

"Are you wearing your kaki passion killers today Vicky darling?"

"Sergeant Cooper...do I have to remind you that I'm a serving Marine on duty and questions like that are highly inappropriate."

Tom laughed, "And what you're doing with your left hand isn't inappropriate?"

I increased my rubbing speed, I had no idea just how much freedom I'd have to work on his cock so I needed to get him off as quickly as possible.

"It is a well known therapy, Sergeant, rubbing the site of an injection helps the drug to disperse more quickly into the muscle!"

Tom groaned as his personal fountain spurted off in an arc over the right hand side of his bed. I was just wiping my latex gloved left hand dry as the bedroom door opened, it was Matron telling me that my partners were looking for me, the band had marched off back to the church.

As soon as I spotted the door handle starting to turn, I flicked Tom's sheet back over his left hand side but his pyjama bottoms at half mast as a mark of respect for the fallen sperm that gave their lives for Tom's pleasure.

As we walked back to the reception area, Matron mentioned that Tom didn't have any friends or family in the area, "He hasn't asked for a form for a nominated visitor because he doesn't have anyone around, I was wondering if you'd like to be registered officially as his friend?"

"What would that mean?"

"Well, next week, the government are going to remove the total ban on visitors coming into the home, the registered visitor will be allowed a forty minute visit inside the home a week, I get the feeling that Tom would love it if you visited him from time to time...usually, the visits will happen in a special room that we call the goldfish bowl where staff can keep an eye on things, the rules forbid hugging and kissing but hand holding is okay and because Tom is classed as bed-ridden, he's allowed to have his visitor visit him in his bedroom, there's a little more privacy that way."

I filled in the form at the reception desk, as soon as the government officially relaxed the ban on visitors, I'd pop in to see Tom.

We formed up in a line outside the main door once we were out of our PPE clothing and we formed our salute routine once again before the eight of us marched away towards the church but we weren't going all the way like the band, our driver would pick us up just outside the car park of the home.

I went back into the old routine of stabbing arms by day and talking to Tom on my mobile phone for thirty minutes in the evenings when I was alone in my dorm.

I got a text message on the Sunday evening, an automated announcement from the retirement home, 'The Government have relaxed the ban on all visitors from visiting inside our nursing home from tomorrow, you are receiving this text message because you're listed as a registered visitor for one of our residents, please click on the link to book your visit.'

There was more information about the limited number of appointments in a day because they only had two rooms available and even though each visit was a forty minute maximum, they could only take one visitor per room per hour.

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I clicked the link and saw that every appointment for the following week was taken, twenty eight appointments a day, I selected Tom's name and suddenly I lost the appointment schedule, I was given a different screen, 'Bedridden resident please chose time and day of visit!'

I selected the following evening at twenty hundred hours and went to sleep.

Monday was another hard day, I got back to barracks at eighteen hundred hours, I ate my dinner in the mess, still in uniform, I had a shower and dressed in civilian clothes, I didn't bother with a bra under my lightweight summer dress, I revelled in the freedom of not wearing my battledress uniform with PPE piled on top on such hot days, I had a clear face shield but no mask that would be mandatory if I were vaccinating people, I looked at my kaki knickers, I only had a few pairs of civilian knickers, I selected a bright red thong, another example of minimal clothing for the evening to help me keep cool.

No one had told Tom that I had booked a visit to see him, he was trying to call me on the phone for our usual video sex chat and complaining to the carer that his phone seemed to have stopped working. I was standing in reception, sanitising my hands when the carer used Tom's phone to ring the reception desk, just to prove to him that his phone was actually working and when I reached Tom's bedroom, the carer was just handing the phone over to Tom, "Your friend might not be in a good reception area Tom, you know what it's like around here, all high hills and deep valleys."

Tom's frown suddenly turned into a massive grin when he saw me standing behind the carer in my pretty summer dress.

Tom chuckled as he said, "You appear to be out of uniform Marine!"

I nodded my head and stepped to one side to let the carer out of his room, she asked me if I needed any coffee or tea but I turned her down, I'd picked up a bottle of vodka, a carton of pure orange juice and some plastic cups from the local supermarket.

"I'm going to close the door and trust that you will sit on the visitors chair, you must keep your visor on and are only allowed to hold hands, no hugging or kissing please, I'll come and knock Sergeant Cooper's door when your time is up...okay?"

I nodded my head and she closed the door but opened it again instantly, "Oh, watch out for that little wedge, we use it to prop the door open when we're cleaning the room to increase airflow through the room, if it accidentally gets kicked behind the door, you won't be able to open it in the event of an emergency!"

I nodded my head and thanked her for her warning.

I closed the door and kicked the little wooden wedge under the door before pouring two 'Screwdriver cocktails' into the plastic cups and placed them on his bedside cabinet. As I was pouring our drinks out he said, "I'm sorry that I didn't get to thank you last week for giving me a hand with my orgasm, it was just a pity that you were wearing battledress trousers so I couldn't reciprocate!"

"Matron would have got a shock if she had walked in on us and found your hand in my knickers!"

Tom laughed, he looked nervously at his visitor's chair but I didn't sit on it, I sat on the left hand side of his bed facing him, my left knee on his bed, a gap forming under the bottom hem of my dress, just enough for Tom to see a little of the red lace barely covering my crotch, he grinned at me and then he slipped his hand onto the inside of my left thigh, up under my dress and started stroking my pussy mound through my knickers.

I'd expected Tom to go straight for gold, pull my thong to one side and burry his fingers inside my cunt but he didn't, he rubbed his hand up from my pussy, up over my knickers and over my belly to my breasts, his face lit up when he felt that my breasts weren't fettered by bra cups.

I looked over at the bedroom door, just to make sure that it was still closed before I started unfastening the little buttons down the front of my dress, opening it like a long coat to expose my bare tits and my pretty red thong, I pulled my knickers off as well so that I was almost totally naked for Tom as I sat on his bed at his side. I soon had his cock out and as I rubbed his cock, he was finger fucking my cunt.

"Do you like sucking cocks Vicky?"

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"I love sucking cocks almost as much as I like fucking!"

"Have you ever tried anal sex?"

"A few times, it isn't my favourite form of sex but when I was too young to get birth control implants, it was the only way I could let my boyfriend have sex with me without risking getting pregnant during my fertile period!"

I stopped wanking Tom short of his orgasm and he complained that it wasn't fair because he'd given me two orgasms and I'd pulled him up short of his own shooting party.

"It's your own fault mate, last time you made so much mess that I was sure that the Matron was going to make me clean it all up!"

"Not fair referee...you can't punish me just because I have high volume balls..."

Tom stopped complaining though when I changed position, I took my face shield off, leaned over his body and took his cock in my mouth and got him close to his climax once again, this time, instead of finger-fucking my cunt, Tom was inserting a finger up my bum, just because he could.

Again I stopped short of getting him off and again he complained, "We've had forty minutes already, they could be knocking the door any moment to tell us that our time is up and my balls are so full now that I'll probably drown in my own spunk after you've gone.

I turned and knelt on his bed before straddling his lap and taking his cock in my cunt and I gave him a five minute ride until he filled my cunt with his spunk. I jumped off of his bed quickly and kicked the wooden wedge out from under the door and ran into his toilet to let all his love juice flood away from my pussy.

I fastened all the buttons down the front of my dress while I was sitting on the toilet and once my tank was empty, I moved back into his bedroom but this time I was sitting on his visitor's chair, face shield on and holding his hand as the nurse walked in his room without knocking.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sergeant Cooper, the list said that your visitor left half an hour ago...I need to give you your sleeping pill before I go off duty!"

"You're okay love, Vicky was told that someone would knock on my door when her time was up!"

"God, sorry love, that was Glen, he was supposed to tell you but Flight Sergeant Walker got agitated and Glen got embroiled with him!"

The nurse popped Tom's pill in his mouth, "No more alcohol please Tom now that you've had your sleeping pill!"

I was given five more minutes to say good-by to Tom.

"Does the nurse usually just walk in on you like that?"

He grinned and nodded his head, "She's caught me wanking a few times but never makes a big seal about it, she just steps out and gives me five minutes to finish myself off and clean the mess before she gives me my pill."

I didn't bother putting my knickers back on and walked all the way to my barracks wearing just a very thin cotton dress and a pair of shoes and nothing else and loved the feeling of the cool breeze on my bare skin as I booked myself in for a visit to Tom the following week.

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