Kidnapped By The Military

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I believe it was 1966 when Keith, his girlfriend, and I ended up at Betty Zorthian’s house using poppers while high on LSD. We had built a fire in the fireplace and were up all night using amyle nitrate to enhance our visions. Earlier that day I found infinite truth in Betty’s rose garden sitting amongst her roses.

We hitchhiked home on the coastal route, and went to visit Cecilia in Carmel, she the aunt of this beautiful young woman whose name I can not recall. Let us use Krista.

We were tripping. Earlier we got a ride by a retired Colonel in the army that could have passed for Brian Arnold. He was very stoic and tall. He is driving a convertible VW Bug, and picked us just after we dropped. The LSD kicked in while in his car, this hippie chick sitting up front with him. He had huge hands which we knew denotes penis size. Everytime his hand went for shift knob, Krista flinched. It was a very windy road so he had to shift quite a bit. I saw Krista open her legs.

Now Krista is giggling, doing her best to suppress her laugh. Keith and I get it and are chuckling. This man is operating a giant dildo and orgasmic machine attached to Krista’s pussy. He was really working that shift knob that brought Krista closer to an orgasm as the Colonel told us about his world view. He had chosen a military career, but, now that he was retired he was open to new ideas. In many respects he was behind the hippie movement. He felt all people should be open and free.

Now in third, he was taking Krista – higher! She was totally relaxed with the Colonel her legs open to his gear grinding, his incredible sound his huge hand was making as he worked the knob. Krista was now in hysterics, he whole body shaking. Keith and I were doing our best not to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” The Colonel asked, a bit perturbed because he believed we were rejecting his philosophy of life.

“If you are going to be rude, I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you off here!”

“Please do!” Krista said, because she had had enough, gotten enough cookies.

When we got out she broke out in hysterical laughter.

“I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life.”

How ironic. This man who had been in complete control all his life, did not know that when alas he opened up a little with the hippie hitchhiker, let loose the reigns, he gave a stunning blonde hippie chick from Berkeley multiple orgasms. Illicit covert sex is the best sex?

After the concert, that was held God’s know where, and after we saw God knows who, we got on the road to catch a ride to Berkeley. Two dudes licked us up. The were non-coms stationed at Fort Ord. They told us they were too wasted to drive us north, but they would put us up on the base so they could catch some shut-eye. At 3:00 A.M. in the morning two hippie dudes and hippie goddess tiptoed quietly past about twenty sleeping soldiers to the non-com quarters where we got in bunks owned by the U.S. Military who forced soliders to take LSD purchased with our tax money. They wanted to use LSD to render enemy forces, powerless, like putty in the hands of the Screaming Eagle!

We were not in there an hour when the non-coms came for us.

“We’re leaving. Let’s go!”

In no time, they took us out on a remote road in order to rape the hippie chic. They had military arms in the back of their vehicle.

to be continued

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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