The Sick Uncle (Jasmine series)
It started out as a good night for Jasmine. Richard had took her to Macy to pick out a dress for a casual dinner that night. She picked out a green velvet strapless dress with matching green flats. She looked stunning, and was told so by Richard when she modeled for him in the fitting room. While there, they held hands in the store, and he frequently gave her hugs as if they were actually a couple in love.
He took her to a fancy restaurant that night, and seemed to be extra nice, telling her to order whatever she wanted at dinner. The menu had every meal over thirty dollars. She ordered for herself lobster soufflé and a Ceasar salad. He made sure her wine was always filled. Everytime she drunk to half , he would motion for the waiter to fill it up to the rim.
“Before we go to my place, I will stop by my uncle’s house. I would like for you to meet him”
“Sure” Jasmine said.
“He’s the one I told you has stage 4 cancer. I’m afraid he will not be with us that much longer”
“Oh, sorry to hear that, Richard. ”
“He lost his wife, my aunt Patty, ten years ago. Never been with anybody since.” he said looking at Jasmine while cutting his steak.
He continued, “last time I visited him, I said ‘ Uncle Joey, is there anything you want to do before you leave this world. Name it and I will do my darndest. And you know what he said?”
“What?” she asked.
He imitated his uncle’s voice, and said. “Ritchie, I want a blow job.” Richard then belted out in laughter. So loud, people from other tables turned to look at him.
“Can you believe that, Jazzy? He said a blow job.”
Jasmine chuckled but looked at him, confusingly . ” So did you help him get his dick sucked?”
“No I didn’t, Jazz. I am hoping you will help me out with that tonight. ”
Jasmine dropped her fork and it clattered on her plate. She looked at Richard like he was crazy.
” How old is your Uncle? ”
” Sweetie, it doesn’t matter. This is just giving someone their last wish. He was like a father to me. Hell, I loved and respected him more then my own pops. ”
” I don’t know, Richard. I normally don’t have limitations with sex, but I think this will be the first ”
Richard reached out his hand and held Jasmine. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it. Her heart melted.
” It’s a favor to me. OK? By the way, did I tell you that you look stunning in that dress?”
Jasmine nodded.
“Expensive, but you know, money is not a factor when it comes to making you look good. How much was that dress again?”
“Three hundred dollars. The shoes were 150.” she said. He smiled and nodded at her.
Jasmine smiled back, but realized that he is trying to point out to her that he spent all this money on her for a reason. And it’s not to make her look good, but to suck his uncle Joey’s dick.
It seemed like a long ride to Richard’s uncle house. Richard talked the whole time driving there, Jasmine tuned him out. She was deep in thought and worry, she did not want to do this for him. She wanted to cry, but she was able to hold it in.
Uncle Joey lived in what appeared to be a mansion. His house was huge with lots of land all around. ‘ He had to be a millionaire,’ Jasmine thought. After, Richard parked, they walked to the front door, where it looked like a housekeeper opened the door. The inside of the house was beautiful and it looked like a museum, with antique furniture, and expensive decorations.
They followed the housekeeper who led them to Uncle Joey’s room. He laid in a hospital bed, and he was hooked up to iv poles. He was nothing but skin and bones, naked except for adult diapers.
The cancer had ravaged his body and he looked like death already visited him and left. His eyes were sunkened and his mouth was wide open. Dried vomit was caked around his lips. The whole roomed smelled of sickness.
Richard went up to him and bent over
towards his ear.
“Uncle Joey. It’s Ritchie. ”
Uncle Joey cracked a smile, but didn’t open his eyes.
” Can we have a little privacy? ” Richard asked the nurse who was at the bedside. The nurse nodded and left the room.
After the nurse left, Richard motioned for Jasmine to come closer. The tears finally came down her face. She changed her mind.
” Please Richard. I don’t want to do this. ” Richard face frowned up.
” We are already here, honey. ” he said, then leaned in his uncle ear again. ” I have a surprise for you, Uncle Joey. Remember when I told you that I will take care of that wish you had. ” Richard then reached in his diapers and pulled out his penis. It was small and wrinkled.
Jasmine shooked her head no at Richard. Richard went up to her and pushed her from behind towards his uncle.
“No please!” Jasmine cried.
“Come on Jasmine.” he whispered softly in her ear.
He then took his hand and began to force her head down on uncle Joey’s penis. She screams, ‘no’. Before her face even got close, she smelled feces and urine so strong that it synged her nose. She began to retch.
“Come on Jasmine! ” he said forcing her head down again. She finally put it in her mouth. It tasted exactly like it smelled. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to escape it and think happy thoughts. She thought about a visit to a friends house who cat just had a litter of kittens. She loved cats.
“Do it right! ” Richard barked from behind her, forcing her head up and down on it.
What was only 5 minutes seemed to be eternity. When Richard finally let up off of her head, she looked at Uncle Joey’s face. Eyes still closed, there was a very bright smile exposing teeth-less gums. Near death, he was indeed pleased with her service, even though his penis never once got hard in her mouth.
Jasmine fell to the ground and threw up the nights dinner all over the bedroom floor. The expensive lobster soufflé, the 20 dollar salad, the wine, all was wasted along with her stomach acid.
She sobbed hysterically, looking at Richard with hurt eyes. His face was unapologetic, but he mouthed ‘thank you’ to her. In her mind, she responded to him ‘ Fuck you!”
Written by EJ Benard
Copyright 2014. EJ Benard. All Rights Reserved.
Private Jazz (Jasmine series)
Jasmine failed basic training when she attempted to join the Army. The problem was that she never took it serious. It was never meant to be something she wanted to do anyway, but she thought it would make her a better person. She just wanted to be ‘all that she could be’ like the commercials says. At the time, she couldn’t find a job and was tired of bumming people for a place to stay. She finally was approached by an Army recruiter at the mall one day, listened to his sales pitch, and thought, why the fuck not. She wasn’t doing shit with her life anyways.
Jasmine thought she would be isolated from having sex while in basic, but in actually, she was able to have lots of it. Yes, they seperated the men from the woman, but luckily, she has a special love for pussy, and was surrounded by plenty of horny women. She eventually figured out how to get plenty of dick from men too.
The first girl she was able to sleep with while in there, name was NeCole. Private NeCole Shelley was another Army trainee like her. She had long sandy brown coarse wavy hair with matching light brown eyes. She was short with a big round nice ass, and very beautiful.
There at basic training, they had co-ed showers, and only gave them 15 minutes to take one. It was always four women who showered at the same time. Jasmine always made sure she hopped in when NeCole got in. She liked to watch the water from the shower head rain between her soapy fat ass crack. Jasmine would stare with no shame, watching her rub her soapy wash cloth to her snatch. NeCole would always notice , and smile back, showing Jasmine that she didn’t mind her looking, and that was reassurance to Jasmine that she must be interested in her too.
It wasn’t long after that, Jasmine would sneek under NeCole’s covers in her cot at night. She would lick, finger, and play with her pussy. They would silently have so much fun. NeCole would grab and pull on Jasmine’s hair then eventually would have to grab her pillow to her face to muffle her cries. They didn’t want to wake up the other twenty plus girls sleeping around them.
They would play like this nightly but it did not go unnoticed for long however. Every hour there was an assigned trainee who did night duty and counted people’s heads in the bunker to identify if someone was missing. She performed this in the dark with a flashlight. One night, Jasmine, exhausted, accidentally fell asleep on top of NeCole under her cover. When she finally woke up and ran back to her bed it was too late. Ten minutes later, the trainee named Private Badal, left and came back with the Drill Sergeant. The Drill Sgt looked mad and with angry eyes that were red, apparently she had to wake him up to alert him that Jasmine was missing.
“Where were you private? ” Drill Sergeant Jones belted.
He was a tall bald black man, wearing only his Army undershirt, and Military BDU pants. His boots were not properly lace as if he just threw them on in a hurry.
” I was in the bathroom, Drill Sergeant!” Jasmine yelled.
The girls in the bunkers started waking up in their cots, staring now with curiosity. Drill Sergeant Jones looked at Private Badal for explanation.
“No, Drill Sergeant, I checked every stall in the bathroom before I came and got you. ” Private Badal nervously said and then shot Jasmine a disgusted look.
Drill Sergeant Jones face expression crumbled so mean that he looked like a pit bull.
“Get on your face! ” That was his way of telling her to do push ups.
Jasmine got down and started doing push-ups. She counted out loud and after a hundred push ups, he ordered her up.
” I will ask you again, private. Where! Were! You! “
Jasmine, who arms now felt like cooked spaghetti, gave up and was ready to tell on herself.
” Drill Sergeant,” she panted in between breaths. “Can I talk to you in private? “
” What the piss! ” he yelled. ” This isn’t a Catholic confession, and I’m not your priest, Private. Wherever the hell you went, you better fess up now! ” This time when he yelled, he had stepped forward in her face, and Jasmine could feel all his spittle flying on her face. She could smell his hot breath. It smelled of alcohol and black and mild cigars.
” I was horny and needed to fuck badly, Drill Sergeant! ” Jasmine yelled very loudly.
A whole bunch of gasping could be heard from the other privates, and Drill Sgt. Jones stared at Jasmine in disbelief. He didn’t say a word for what seemed like eternity. Jasmine stared back at him. She sensed that whatever Drill Sergeant Jones was thinking or wanted to say back to her, he either couldn’t say it or was embarrassed to say in front of the other privates who was around watching. He maybe even regret that he didn’t take her away to discuss in private like she initially asked.
“Don’t ever leave this bunker again” he said low and almost growling. Then he turned around and left, and just like that, it was over.
Unfortunately, the rest of the privates were now woked up out of their needed peaceful sleep at 2 in the morning , and forced to witness that spectacle. They didn’t seem to mind because gossiping and whispering now commenced. They stared at her like she was insane. and they were also in awe that the mean Drill Sergeant’s basically walked away at her last response. Jasmine glanced at NeCole who looked petrified and near tears, gave her a reassuring smile, and hopped back in her cot and quickly went to sleep.
In the morning, while Jasmine was at the bathroom sink brushing her teeth, the night guard from last night, Private Badal came up to her and said to her ear.
“You slut! I know where you were. I saw that extra lump in Private Shelly’s bed. You know I could of told him? “
“I could of told him too.” Jasmine said nonchalantly. Now brushing her tongue. She was brushing the taste of NeCole pussy from last night.
“You caused all that drama because you wanna be a whore. If we can’t fuck in here then your dyke ass can’t fuck either! “
“You jealous? ‘Cause I can lick your kitty too.” Jasmine turned to her and smiled.
“Ewww, bitch! You crazy. I like dick, and ya’ll going to hell with the shit ya’ ll doing. It better stop immediately or I am reporting you.” She said this while pointing her finger in between Jasmine’s eyes hard and then walked away.
When Jasmine lined up in morning formation, Drill Sergeant Jones was not there, but a fill in Sgt, a female, since he worked last night.
Army morning formation was a daily drill in which everyone fall in line, gives report, and then stand at a parade rest position. Then they have to wait for some music to come on. It is called the Reveille, and that’s when they raise the flag, and the soldiers then stand at attention and salute the flag.
After morning formation, when everyone fell out, they began to march over to morning chow for breakfast.
“You was horny?” she heard someone said behind her in line. And there were a burst of laughter. Jasmine remained silent.
“Who were you fucking? And how were you able to leave the building to do it. The boys are staying way on the other side? ” someone asked her. Jasmine still didn’t respond, but smiled hard. She wonders if the night guard will soon tell everyone about her and NeCole.
And she did.
Gossip of her lesbianism inevitably spread to the rest of the troops. The once conservative and shy Privates were now becoming increasingly bold, hot, and horny, and on the side, whispered softly and discreetly in her ear that they needed her visit to their bed at night too. Jasmine took pure advantage of it. It even made an enemy with NeCole, because Jasmine began spending her adventures in everyone else’s bed at night instead of hers.
Jasmine then slept her way to the drill sergeants. Starting with mean ‘ole Drill Sgt. Jones. The first meeting, Private Badal had went to his office to snitch that Jasmine was missing from her bed again. He had thanked her and ordered her back to her duty. Little did she know, the reason why he didn’t stand up when she came in was because Jasmine was hidden under his desk, slobbing viciously on his big hard dick.
Drill Sgt Jones eventually told some of his colleagues, because one night when she snuck to his office, there was another Sergeant accompanied with him in another chair. He winked at Jasmine and grinned. She knew what was about to go down. While fucking them both DP style. The night guard could be heard knocking and telling Drill Sgt. Jones through the door that Jasmine was missing from her bed again, and in between grunts, Drill Sergeant Jones would thank her again and order her back to her duty. Private Badal, feeling suspect that Jasmine was actually in there with him, would walk away frustrated.
The night guard, maybe, or some one else sex-less and jealous, reported Jasmine to the big people. She was unexpectedly pulled out of training one day and was interviewed by the military base special investigator. They inquired about her frequent nightly absence without leave or AWOL, but more specifically they asked of her involvement with Drill Sergeant Jones, and a few others that helped him drill in her pussy. Jasmine had denied everything, but unfortunately, they still gave her a general discharge out the military anyway; kicked out for whorish behavior. Through Grey Hound bus, she was shipped back to her hometown in Colorado. She was disappointed, because she was just getting use to this Basic Training thing.
Written by EJ Benard
Copyright 2014. EJ Benard. All Rights Reserved.
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