Basic Training
After five and a half weeks of sharing her quarters with 50 other
girls, Gia Mazzini found the long empty bays unnaturally empty as
she walked through them. It was the first time since she arrived
at Lackland Air Force base over a month before that she had been
totally alone.
Still there was something to be said for privacy. Everyone
else was spending this fine warm Saturday in San Antonio, enjoying
their first off-the-base pass. Gia, unfortunately, had pissed off
her Sergeant enough to be assigned Dorm Guard duty instead. As
if the empty quarters really needed guarding! She could
understand it at night, when the Dorm Guard stood the traditional
fire watch, but during the day it was just wasting time.
The worst thing about basic training, at least in Gia’s humble
opinion, was the lack of sexual relief. Although it only lasted six
weeks, it seemed like an eternity to her. Many nights she could
hear a few of the girls pleasuring themselves in their beds.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she would see someone get
up and sneak off to the bathroom. A few nights pulling a shift as
Dorm Guard told her that they were more interested in privacy
than use of the common facilities. It was on one of those nights
that she had watched Holly.
Holly Wellington was 18 years old, six years younger than
Gia. In many ways, they were as opposite as two women could be,
both in physical attributes and personality. Holly had light, almost
pale skin, coupled with straight blond hair that hung as long as
military regulations would allow. Even then, it was always tied up in
a bun.
Gia, on the other hand, had very short curly black hair, short
enough that they didn’t even have to cut it when she reported in.
In addition, her skin was a rich olive brown, the result of a mixed
Mediterranean heritage. Gia was also a good half foot taller at
5’9”, and had a bust twice Holly’s B-cup.
Gia was self confident and aggressive, while Holly was
somewhat passive. Gia was from the big city while Holly was from
a small town. In every way, Holly was the type of girl who made
Gia’s panties wet every time she saw her.
Gia Mazzini had known she was interested in girls as well as
guys since she was 15 years old. In fact, her first three sexual
experiences had been with other girls in the neighborhood. She
found it to be a great advantage.
Too many of her friends had been knocked up or worse,
simply because they were horny and their boyfriends were all too
macho to use a condom. She and her best friend Maria used to
double date all the time. Many nights they’d sent their boyfriends
home to jerk themselves off, then spent the rest of the night
taking care of each other.
It was one of those old girlfriends from the neighborhood
that first suggested joining the Air Force. Older than Gia, Angela
Martin had been in the service a little over five years now and
loved it. She had assured Gia that there were plenty of
opportunities to be with other women, as long as you were careful
about it.
Standing there at the head of the empty sleeping bay, Gia
hoped Angela had been telling her the truth. She definitely
couldn’t take four years without the touch of another woman. Not
when just a few weeks was driving her out of her mind.
Sliding her hand past the waistband of her dark blue pants,
Gia thought about the night two weeks ago when she caught Holly
playing with herself in the bathroom. It had been two in the
morning when she watched her get up. It was the fourth time that
week Holly had made a bathroom run in the middle of the night.
“Either she has an incredibly weak bladder,” Gia thought.
“Or something’s happening in that bathroom that I might be
interested in.”
She gave Holly five minutes, more than enough time to take
care of an actual nature call. The large communal bathroom was
removed from the twin living bays by a long hall. Gia tried to walk
as quietly as she could as she traced Holly’s steps. She also turned
off the flashlight that she was normally supposed to use to make
her rounds.
Stepping into the bathroom, she quickly checked the shower
room. Gia really didn’t expect to find her in there, but you never
know. Walking over to the long row of bathroom stalls, Gia bent
down and looked down the length of the room. Sure enough, Holly
was in the last stall. Gia took that as a good sign. By common
agreement, the girls were supposed to use the first stall by the
door if they had to go during the night. That way, one of them
could rush in there and clean it if someone pulled a surprise early
morning inspection. That had happened twice already this month.
“I guess the last stall has the most privacy.” Gia thought as
she quietly walked down the row.
The tall woman paused one stall from the end and switched
on her flashlight. Then in a single motion, she pulled open the door
and shone the light inside. It revealed exactly what she had hoped
to find.
Holly sat on the bowl, her back pressed against the tile wall
and her legs stretched out in each direction. Her green PC T-shirt
with 3708 BMTS stenciled across it was pulled up over her small
breasts as one hand played with her right nipple. Her white
panties were dangling around her left ankle. Her eyes were tightly
shut and she had three fingers deep inside of her lightly haired
pussy.
“What’s going on here?” Gia asked in an authoritative voice
as she shined the light in Holly’s face.
The look on Holly’s face was one of utter mortification. The
color drained away so rapidly that Gia feared for a moment that
Holly might faint.
“It’s okay.” Gia said quickly, trying to calm the girl down. “I
just thought something might be wrong since you were in here so
long.” she lied.
Only Holly’s passive nature and relative inexperience let Gia
get away with what she was doing. Gia knew that if one of the
other girls had burst in on her while she was getting off, she
would’ve been quick to tell her to fuck off. Either that or ask her
if she’d like a lick.
“It’s okay.” Gia repeated gently stroking Holly’s hair, worn
loose during the night. “You weren’t doing anything that we all
haven’t done at one time or another.”
“Really?” Holly asked as if other girls doing it had never
occurred to her, making Gia think that maybe this might not be
such a good idea after all.
Then she looked down and got her first really good look at
Holly’s almost hairless pussy. The older girl had never heard a
female version of the phrase "a stiff dick has no conscience” but if
one existed it would accurately describe how she felt right now.
“There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good.” Gia
soothed, taking hold of Holly’s hand and repositioning it back over
the damp cunt. “If I’d known what you were doing in here, I’d
never have bothered you.”
Holly smiled with trusting eyes, her apprehension now gone.
“In fact,” the dark haired woman said as she held Holly’s
hand and gently rubbed it against the girl's clit. “I’d even have
been willing to help you a little.”
“Help me?” Holly's whisper was a mixture of curiosity and
confusion.
“The way that many women help each other when there’s no
men around.” Gia continued to massage Holly's pussy with her own
hand. “Would you like me to show you?”
Holly hesitated for a few long moments, doubtlessly
recalling, Gia thought, the speech they were given when they first
entered basic about the military’s prohibition on same-sex
relationships.
“It’s not like we’re lesbians or anything like that.” Gia
reassured her. “We’re just friends helping each other out. Many
girls do it. I’ve seen them.”
While Holly sat wondering if that little piece of information
was indeed true, Gia upped the ante. Gently, almost too subtle for
the girl to notice, she slid her hand under Holly’s and began rubbing
a middle finger against the younger clit.
The experienced touch evoked an immediate response.
Feeling Holly’s resistance to her presence fade away, Gia slid her
index finger into the younger pussy. With a practiced skill she
began to twirl that around as well.
It was too late for Holly to think rationally. Gia’s
ministrations had taken control of her body. Oblivious to anything
but the warm sensations emanating from her pussy, she leaned
back once more and enjoyed the small climax that wasn’t long in
coming.
A soft moan escaped Holly’s lips as Gia felt the love tunnel
contract around her fingers. It had only been a small orgasm, but
it was enough to show the advantage of having a friend.
Not wanting to press her luck, lest someone else need to use
the bathroom, she quickly helped Holly compose herself and sent
her back off to bed. The older woman had to fight the temptation
to kiss the younger, but she knew that would come soon enough if
she played her cards right.
Standing alone in the empty lavatory, Gia happily licked
Holly’s juices off her fingers. She looked forward to a time she
could sample that sweet nectar at its source, a day she was sure
would soon arrive. She had seen it in Holly’s eyes.
* * *
"And today was supposed to be the day!" Gia cursed silently.
In the past two weeks the two women had stolen precious moments
together, each time being just a little more adventurous than the
last. Gia had even managed to kiss Holly full on the lips a few
nights ago, an act that she had always considered more intimate
than licking out another woman’s pussy -- not that she couldn’t wait
to do that with Holly either! She had told the girl that they should
use their brief pass off base to get an out of the way motel room
where they could really consummate their relationship. To her
delight, the younger girl had eagerly agreed.
“Damn Sergeant Alexander!” Gia thought. “The bitch has
had it in for me since day one, and was just looking for an excuse
to stick me with the duty today.”
Elayne Alexander had been in the Air Force for 19 of her 37
years. The new recruits didn't even had a chance to unpack their
bags before she appeared in the barracks and announced she didn’t
know what their candy assed recruiter told them, but here at
Lackland, this was her Air Force and her word was God. The
sooner they understood that, the better they’d all get along. She
also told them this was her last training Flight as she was going on
to a new assignment in England after this, and she wasn't going to
stand for anyone ruining her perfect record here at Lackland.
Gia had commented softly and wryly, "I joined the Air Force
not the Marines."
Sergeant Alexander heard it anyway and the new recruit
had spent her first night scrubbing toilets.
Back home, in her own neighborhood, Gia might have tried to
take someone like Sergeant Alexander out back and beat the crap
out of them. Unfortunately, she knew that sort of behavior
wouldn’t work in the military.
Besides, she wasn’t so sure she could take the Sergeant in a
fight, at least not a fair one. The redhead was just an inch taller
than Gia, but a lot more muscular. Gia doubted there was an ounce
of fat anywhere on the drill instructor’s body, an opinion recently
formed from a first hand look.
Last week, after they had come off the obstacle course, all
the girls had hit the showers before the afternoon’s activities.
Normally, Gia loved the time in the showers and the opportunity to
check out all the other girls. She made it a habit to be next to a
different girl each time. Aside from giving her a variety, it also
helped her keep her studies unnoticed. The one girl she never
showered next to anymore, however, was Holly. She didn’t trust
herself not to stare at that soft young body she would soon
possess.
Turning that afternoon to peek at Kathy Summers under the
shower next to her, Gia got her shock of the month. Only a few
feet away, standing as nude as she was, stood Sergeant Alexander.
Gia thought it strange that the non-com was showering with
the girls. After all, it wasn’t like she had just run the obstacle
course. Having gotten a good look at her antagonist, however, she
wasn’t about to complain.
The image of Elayne Alexander in the raw totally blew away
the macho butch image Gia had formed of her. That image had
been of a woman who would’ve fit right in with those muscle-bound
weight lifter types she had seen on ESPN. The type that looked
more like men than women.
The reality was a soft, yet muscular body that had both
perfect tone and all the feminine curves. A near prefect pair of
rounded 34-inch breasts stood out as the older woman ran a soapy
hand around them. Turning to face the other way, she revealed an
ass just as perfect. Gia wished she could reach out and touch it.
Quickly she reminded herself that she didn’t want to be seen
staring and turned the other way.
Around her, she could hear showerheads being shut off as
some of the other women finished their showers. Wanting one
more look, she dropped her washrag and turned in Elayne ’s
direction to pick it up -- only to find herself inches from the
Sergeant's crotch.
“Oh God!” She gasped wordlessly as she looked right at it.
“It’s shaved.”
“Looking for something?” She heard Sergeant Alexander
asked. A few of the closest girls also turned at the sound of her
voice.
Recovering quickly, Gia picked up the washrag and held it up
for all to see. Alexander glanced at it a moment, then faced away
and ignored Gia.
“Finish it up ladies! We’ve got other things to get done
today.” she called to the few women still in there as she shut off
the water and stepped out the door.
Gia took a few moments to compose herself, then followed
the other girls out.
“She might be built like Wonder Woman, but she’s still a
bitch!” Gia said to herself as she made an entry in the logbook.
The same entry she had made every hour for the last four.
Nothing to report.
She was just about to start another useless survey of the
empty bed bays when a knock sounded on the door. Her first
thought was that it was Alexander or one of the other Sergeants,
stopping by to check up on her, better yet, to catch her in making
a mistake that might get her sent back in training.
"Sir, may I see your authority to enter?" she asked
automatically, remembering the challenge she had been taught.
The proper response was for the person attempting to gain
access to the dorm to show their identification card. Occasionally
one of the Sergeants would attempt to get in without showing it.
They did this in a number of ways, most of which were quite
intimidating. Already three of the girls in this Flight had
succumbed to the barrages of angry shouts and opened the door.
They were all now repeating several weeks of basic.
Well there would be none of that for Gia, she thought. The
dark haired girl had grown up in a neighborhood where she'd heard
worse verbal threats in the schoolyard than anything the
Sergeants would muster from the other side of the door. Besides,
it gave her a secret pleasure to see how worked up she could get
Alexander or one of the others. While she stood calmly asking to
see their authority to enter.
When she looked through the small door window, Gia's
composure was abruptly shattered. Without a thought to the
proper procedure, she swung open the door.
"Holly!" She exclaimed.
"Hi Gia." said the young blond girl in the blue dress uniform.
Gia stepped aside to let the younger girl in. "What are you
doing here? I thought you'd gone into town with the rest of the
girls."
"I did,” the younger girl answered, taking a quick look down
the empty day. "But as soon as I got off the bus in front of The
Alamo I knew that it wasn't going to be any fun without you. So I
got back on and came back."
"I'm touched." Gia admitted, surprised to find that she
actually was. After all, it was Holly's body she really wanted, not
her friendship.
"I felt so bad that we couldn't, well you know," Holly said
bashfully, "that thing you promised."
"Yes, I know." Gia replied, noting the slight flush of
embarrassment in the other's face. "I really wish we couldn't
made that happen."
The tingling between her legs accented her words. It had
been a long time since the brown skinned woman desired a prize so
much.
"I was wondering..." Holly mused as she pressed her body
against Gia's. "if maybe ... we could ..."
Gia couldn't believe the daring in her young conquest. Had
she really affect on the young woman enough to make her take
such a risk? She wouldn't have imagined it possible.
"Holly!" Gia exclaimed as she pushed the girl away.
"Someone might see us!"
"Who's going to see us?" the unusually aggressive teen
wondered. "There's no one else here."
It was when Holly waved her hand to indicate the rows of
empty beds that Gia realized that they were still standing in the
open doorway. What if someone had been in the hallway beyond?
The brunette stepped out into the passageway and looked up
and down the corridor. Thankfully, it was empty. Gia thought she
saw a blur of motion as she stepped out but after listening for a
few seconds decided she was mistaken. A few feet down the hall
was the door that led to the twin bays belonging to their sister
Flight. The door was still closed and its dorm guard could not see
them.
"That could've been very bad." Gia groused, taking a hard
breath as she stepped back inside, this time closing the door
behind her. "You've got to think before you act."
"Pooh!" Holly laughed. "Since when are you the cautious
type?"
"And since when are you the adventurous type?" Gia
countered. "This seems so unlike you."
"Maybe you've just brought it all out from me," Holly
purred as she again pressed against Gia, planting a quick kiss on her
cheek. She whispered into Gia's ear. "You've made my pussy so, so
wet!"
Holly's casual use of obscenity was equally surprising to Gia.
The blond previously had trouble saying vagina. Still it was
something she had seen before. Back home there'd been a girl at
Gia's high school named Marline Johanson. In their futures book,
Marline was voted most likely to become a nun. Gia's original
suggestion for the student-run spoof of the yearbook had been
"girl most likely to die a virgin."
It wasn't that Marline was unattractive. It was simply that
she still viewed sex outside of marriage as some kind of sin. And
not just intercourse! She included oral and even heavy petting in
that description.
Well, sometime during that summer after graduation,
Marline must've had an epiphany. One hot August night, the local
police caught her on a raid at lover's leap. The story went that
Marline was in a rather severe state of undress when they found
her. Even more surprising, were the two young men in the car with
her, both in a similar state of undress.
So, anything was possible. Those possibilities made the tingle
between Gia's legs jump upward.
"I'm still on guard duty," Gia said with disappointment.
"It's not like I can just leave here."
"So what?" Holly grinned, again pressing up again against
Gia. "We have fifty empty beds to pick from."
Gia was shocked "You can't be serious?"
"Oh no?" Holly retorted suggestively. "I'll show you how
serious I am!"
Taking a few long steps backward, Holly carefully undid the
three buttons of her dark blue jacket. With a flourish, the young
blond tossed it to the side. A quick motion undid the small cloth
neck tab and it soon sat on top the jacket.
"My God, I've created a monster!" Gia exclaimed in her mind.
But the terror that should have gripped her at that moment,
forcing her to bring this scene to an end, failed to materialize.
Common sense had been overcome by rising lust. For all of her
experience, this naive young girl had taken Gia captive.
Gia's heart was beating like a jackhammer. At the same
time, it seemed to skip a beat each time Holly's nimble fingers
undid another of the buttons on her light blue blouse. Half way
down the row, she revealed the simple white of a bra bought at the
Base Exchange. Held tightly in check by the plain cloth were her
small white mounds. The older woman thought it was the most
erotic sight she had ever seen.
A few more buttons and the blouse joined the jacket and tie.
Reaching behind her waist, Holly undid the matching dark blue
skirt, letting it fall to the highly polished floor. A kick sent it to
the growing pile.
"Do you want me to stop?" the half naked girl asked
mirthfully.
"You do and I'll rip the rest of it off!" Gia retorted. The
flame that had started between her legs now blossoming into a fire
within her breasts.
Holly laughed as she lifted each leg and pulled off her black
shoes. Dropping the last one, she brought both hands up to her
breasts and cupped them.
"I think one of us is overdressed." she mused, rubbing her
thumbs against her nipples, causing them to press against the
fabric.
Without a second thought, Gia quickly undid the buttons of
her green fatigues. Her strip wasn't as erotic as Holly's had been;
she was just in too much of a rush. But neither of them seemed to
care. In no time at all, the darker skinned girl was down to the
same plain white bra and panties as her friend.
Gia took Holly in her arms, their lips meeting in an embrace
of ardor. Long seconds passed as they enjoyed the warmth of each
other's exposed flesh.
"Maybe we should get out of the hallway," Holly suggested
as she buried her head in the taller breasts. "Someplace a little
less conspicuous..."
The idea of their exposure and possible discovery struck Gia
abruptly, but that realization was strangely more intoxicating than
terrifying.
The 24 year-old hadn't felt anything like it since she'd
given Johnny Allen a blow job in the cloakroom during junior year
of high school. In that situation, only a thin wooden door had
separated the young lovers from fourth period French -- then in
session. Gia still though of that episode as her favorite "French
lesson".
Gia's eyes turned in the direction of the large communal
bathroom, site of their earlier trysts. If nothing else, it would be
the easiest place to explain their nudity. Holly, however had
another venue in mind.
"How bout the couch in the Sergeant's office?" she asked
with a mischievous grin. "I still have the key."
In most male Flights, the smallest guy in the group becomes
the house mouse, the caretaker of the Sergeant's office. Elayne
Alexander thought enough of the tradition to apply it to the
female recruits as well. The smallest girl had turned out to be
Holly.
Situated between the two sleeping bays, the Sergeant's
office had twin doors, both usually locked. In Alexander's case,
the office had a desk, four filing cabinets, and a large oversized
red leather couch.
At first, Gia wasn't sure she liked the idea of using the
office. Then the idea of coming on the Sergeant's couch began to
grow on her. Later it would be obvious to her that she was thinking
with her pussy at the moment, not her head.
"Okay." She nodded to Holly as the younger girl stroked the
exposed top of Gia's breasts. "The office it is."
Soon as the office door closed behind them, Holly practically
jumped Gia. Her lips and hands were everywhere at once, never
giving the older girl a chance to thing about what was happening.
All the brunette could do was react, and react she did.
With a ferocity she hadn't felt in a long time, Gia ripped off
Holly's bra and panties. The pale flesh hidden beneath them didn't
remain exposed for long as Gia covered it with her own hands and
eager mouth.
Following Gia's lead, Holly, too tore the cheap material of
the larger girl's undergarments. Pinned as she was by Gia's
assault, she could only guide the other's actions to the area she
wanted touched the most.
"Oh yes, Gia," she panted. "I've wanted this so much. Take
my pussy ... Take it and make it yours!"
Gia didn't need much encouragement. She pushed the 18
year-old down on the red leather couch and parted her legs. The
blond framed cunt between them drew her like a moth to the
flame. She'd been dreaming of this for weeks.
"Oh God yes!" Holly screamed out as she felt Gia's tongue
run the length of her pussy. "Fuck me with your tongue."
Gia brought years of skill to her task, driving the younger
girl quickly to the edge of the abyss. Holly's sweat covered body
was like an instrument in an artists hands -- or in this case, her
mouth. Holly didn't think it could ever get any better than this.
Then suddenly, she thought of a way that it could.
"File cabinet!" she gasped.
"What?" Gia demanded, looking up from her prize.
"File cabinet," the other repeated. "The one at the end.
Bottom drawer... in the back."
Confused, but taken with the urgency of her friend's
request, Gia abandoned her task and followed her instructions.
Her brown eyes lit up when she reached into the back of the
cabinet drawer and found what Holly wanted.
"What do you know?" the Italian girl laughed as she held up
her prize. "It looks like Wonder Woman is into toys."
Resting in her hand was a long cream colored vibrator. It's
smooth surface buzzed with a quiet purr as she pressed the small
stud at its base.
Gia brought the new plaything to the tip of Holly's clit. The
blond girl jumped at the touch, then settled back and enjoyed the
gentle pulsation.
With care, Gia guided the throbbing end of her toy down the
length of Holly's womanhood. She could monitor its progress by
the look of pleasure on Holly's face. Delight flashed to euphoria as
the tip of the vibrator found the entrance to her inner core.
Gia paused a moment, letting the hard plastic become
covered with the lubricating moisture now dripping from Holly's
cunt. With the slightest of efforts and a wicked grin on her face
she pushed the extension of her desire inside.
Holly exploded as the tiny quakes radiating out from the
battery powered device multiplied and amplified throughout her
frame. Sweat pored from every opening as the young girl
surrendered to the waves of passion. She was no longer in control
of her body, but was also in no condition to care.
Gina meanwhile had been using her free hand to administer
to her own needs, sliding her nimble fingers deep inside herself.
Fast and as dexterous as she was, the dark haired woman was
unable to keep pace with the wonder of modern technology and the
cataclysmic explosion it produced in its recipient. Still, her
detailed knowledge of her own body was enough to quickly produce
a satisfying release. A small down payment of the joy she
anticipated when she replaced her fingers with Holly's sweet
mouth.
"Oh God, Gia," Holly cried breathlessly as she leaned back
against the red leather, her damp skin sticking to it. "That was
everything I could have imagined it would be and more."
"Trust me my little love," Gia smiled as she licked Holly's
juices off the now silent vibrator. "You have no idea how much
better it’s going to get."
"Maybe she doesn't," said a loud, strong voice from over
Gia's shoulder. "But I think I do."
Gia whirled her head at the sound. Standing at the open
doorway, dressed in her immaculately starched fatigues, stood
Staff Sergeant Alexander.
"Oh shit!" Gia mouthed wordlessly.
A frigid chill ran through her naked body as Gia saw that
Alexander wasn’t alone. Standing just behind her was Sergeant
Stacy Clayton. Shorter and stockier than most of the MIT’s,
Stacy had a reputation as a hard driver and a stickler for
regulations. In Clayton's hand was the dress blouse that Holly had
left out in the hall.
“What did I tell you Stacy,” Elayne remarked to her
compatriot. “I told you something was up when I saw Peaches here
sneaking back into the dorm. When was the last time you ever saw
a recruit come back early from their town pass?”
‘I’m afraid you were right.” Stacy replied as she stepped
forward and got a better look at the two naked women.
“I guess the question is,” Elayne continued. “what are we
going to do about it?”
“That should be obvious,” Stacy declared in a strong
unflinching tone. “Section 925, Article 125 of the Uniform Code
Of Military Justice states that any person who engages in
unnatural carnal copulation with another person of the same sex is
guilty of sodomy and shall be punished as a court-martial may
direct.”
“That’s true,” Elayne said in a tone of resignation. “And I’m
afraid what we both saw certainly qualifies.”
“Oh no,” Holly cried out as tears began to roll down her
cheek. She had crossed her arms in an attempt to cover her
nakedness.
Gia maintained her stoic silence, but a similar reaction
dominated her thoughts. She couldn’t believe she might wind up in
prison for wanting a little piece of ass.
“But I think that maybe we shouldn’t rush to judgment.”
Elayne said thoughtfully. “Maybe we should take a moment and try
and understand what really happened here. It would be no great
loss to the service if we lost Mazzini here, but Wellington has been
a proven asset so far.”
“Regulations state --" Stacy began.
“I know the regulations better than you do,” Elayne
interrupted. “But I’m senior here and I’ll decide how we handle
this.”
‘That’s your prerogative of course.” Stacy's tone showed
her disapproval.
Holly seemed too upset to catch the possible chance that
they could talk their way of their predicament. Gia however was
glued to every word.
“Get her out of here,” Elayne told Stacy “Mazzini and I are
going to have a little talk.”
“Let’s go Wellington,” Sergeant Clayton ordered as she
reached down and grabbed the rest of the younger girl’s uniform
and tossed it at her. “And for God's sake, make yourself
presentable!”
Holly took just enough time to put on her blouse and skirt,
then followed the Sergeant out of the small office. Gia followed
them with her eyes, sure that an explosion of Alexander’s temper
was in the offering.
While she was waiting, Gia reached down and grabbed her
fatigue blouse off the floor. Elayne was watching the other two
women exit and didn't noticed.
“Now did I tell you to get dressed?” she asked in an
authoritative voice when she turned her attention back to Gia.
At the commanding tone, Gia opened her hand and let the
green garb fall back to the floor. She was surprised how readily
she responded to the conditioning of the last six weeks. She had
obeyed without thinking. It was so unlike her -- or at least the
way she always looked at herself.
“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” Elayne said as she
stepped to within a foot of the girl standing naked at attention.
“Well this time it’s not going to be easy getting out of it.”
The Sergeant paused for a moment to look Gia’s body up and
down. For some reason, the action made the younger girl feel
excited, a strange reaction considering the circumstances.
“The worse part of it,” Elayne said as she passed behind the
recruit. “is that you’re going to take someone else down with you.
Or do you even care about that?”
Gia figured no matter what she said, it would be the wrong
answer.
“Still, I guess some of the blame does lie with me,” Elayne
continued. “I had more than a suspicion about you and Wellington.
I couldn’t help but notice the way you where checking out the girls
in the showers.”
The redhead paused again as she stood in front of Gia again.
This time she was obvious about the way she looked up and down
her body.
“I can understand the fact that you prefer the company of
other women,” Elayne said surprisingly. “And quite honestly I don’t
really have a problem with that. The Air Force, however, and more
immediately, Sergeant Clayton does have a problem with it.”
Gia wasn’t sure what the Sergeant expected her to say, so
she just kept silent. She was staring ahead at the wall chart above
the desk when she felt a touch on her right breast.
“Can’t really blame Wellington,” Elayne mused as she cupped
Gia’s breast. “An innocent thing like that. She must’ve been
overwhelmed when you came on to her. It was you that came on to
her wasn't it?"
"Yes, Sergeant." Gia answered, realizing that this time an
answer was expected.
"I didn't think otherwise," Elayne continued as she pressed
her forefingers against Gia's nipple. "That's your style isn't it:
aggressive, dominant, always in control?"
The redhead didn't give Gia a chance to respond this time as
she let go of her breast and brought her face to within inches of
Gia's own.
"But there's one think you should never forget," the
muscular woman said in a slow deliberate tone. "No matter how big
and bad you think you are, there's always someone bigger and
badder!"
The words barely registered in Gia's brain when Elayne
grabbed her naked body and pulled it against her. Her lips found
their mark, crushing the breath out of the startled Airman.
"I can't believe this," Gia thought as she caught her breath
and recovered from Elayne's forceful kiss. "This is the same
cold-hearted bitch who's been ragging my ass for the last six
weeks?"
"Bet you think you know what comes next, don't you?" Elayne
asked as she stepped over to her desk and sat on the edge. "You
think I'm going to use this little incident to take control of the
situation. To make you do something you might not want to do."
Gia didn't want to voice her answer, but that was exactly
what she expected. In her mind she weighed the options. The idea
that Sergeant Alexander was into women and wanted her was a
total shock, one that still had her reeling. Was it worth servicing
the redhead to get herself out of this mess?
She flashed back to the night she blew the two cops who
had caught her red handed when she and Martha Ross had broken
the front windows on Roselli's Bakery. Old man Roselli had fired
Martha that afternoon in order to give her job to some cousin
from the old country. After more than a few drinks at the local
bar, getting even seemed liked a good idea. Martha had outrun the
cops, Gia hadn't been that lucky.
"If I could do that, I guess I could do this," Gia thought to
herself. "At least Alexander is a fox, those cops had been pigs."
"But where would the fun be in that?" Elayne went on. "No,
I have a much better idea."
Gia cringed at the thought of what that better idea might
be. To her surprise, it was the last thing she would ever have
guessed.
"What say you put your clothes back on, clean up the mess
you and your little friend made in my office and we just make
believe none of this ever happened? I'll talked to Sergeant
Clayton and no one will ever mention it again."
Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Gia was already
reaching down for her scattered uniform. She froze in mid-motion
when Elayne added to her suggestion.
"Or..." she drew out the syllable. "We could leave your
clothes where they are, and see how you like it on the receiving end
for a change. You never know, you just might like it."
Gia stood back up and looked at Elayne. For the first time
since that day in the shower she looked at her as a woman and not
just a uniform. A woman that was more than desirable.
Questions she might never have imagined under other
circumstances flashed through her mind. Could she imagine herself
surrendering herself to a woman as so many girls had done to her?
Could she give up the control that was so important to her?
In the past, the answer was easily no. Now, standing naked
and vulnerable before the strong woman in green, she wasn't so
sure. The answer had always been easy because Gia couldn't ever
imagine a woman, much less a man, to whom she might submit.
Elayne Alexander radiated strength and authority in a way she had
never imagined.
In the end, the answer she was struggling toward came not
from her head, but from the warm tingle between her legs. A
tingle that instantly blossomed into a bonfire when she voiced her
bodies decision.
"I'll stay." came her reply.
"Excellent." Elayne smiled, her tongue pressing against the
edge of her lips as if anticipating a feast.
She paused a moment and looked at the large clock on the
wall. It wasn't hard for Gia to imagine what Elayne was thinking.
It would be at least a few hours before anyone got back from
town. Plenty of time for them to play.
And even if someone did unexpectedly come back early, who
was going to let them in? It wasn't like she was going to get in
trouble for not being at her post. After all what were they going
to do? Report her to the Sergeant?
Elayne bent over and picked up the vibrator Gia had dropped
when they were discovered. The top half of the plastic was still
covered with the fruits of Holly's orgasm.
"When you borrow someone's toys, you really should clean
them up when you're done." She rubbed her finger along the length
of it, causing a portion of the sticky residue to come off.
For a brief moment, her honey covered finger shone in the
overhead florescence. Then it vanished into her mouth as she
licked it clean.
"Mmmm," Elayne purred as she tasted the treat. "I have to
say, you have good taste in girlfriends. Or should that be your
girlfriend tastes good." She laughed.
It was an awful pun, but Gia couldn't help but smile.
"Why don't you clean off the rest of this for me?" Elayne
said as she handed the toy to Gia.
"In fact, why don't you make a little show of it while I make
myself more comfortable."
"Well if she wants a show," Gia thought as she took the
vibrator in hand. "I'll give her a show so hot that she'll come in
her panties."
Gia brought the tip of the plastic toy up to her mouth and
ran her tongue across it. The memory of how sweet Holly had
tasted filled her mind. But it soon paled against the thought of
how much she wanted to feel Elayne's pussy pressed against her
mouth. In no time at all, the make believe cock was a clean as when
they'd found it. She held it out for Elayne's inspection.
"Not bad," Elayne said, her tone still in her Sergeant mode.
"It's a pity you couldn't keep your own equipment that clean."
Elayne took back the now clean toy and laid in on her desk.
"Why don't you help me with my boots?" she suggested as
she leaned back on the edge of the table and lifted one booted
foot into the air.
Gia surprised herself at how quickly she responded to
Elayne's suggestion. Quickly undoing the laces of her boot, she
eased it off the foot. Then, just as quick she followed with the
other boot. Gently she removed the Sergeant's socks as well.
If Gia had time to really think about it, which she certainly
didn't at the moment, she would've realized that Elayne was
following the same pattern in establishing control of the situation
as she did when they'd all first arrived at Lackland six weeks
before. Of course the tasks she had been given in those first days
had not left her as sexually charged. If they had, she would've
been a much better recruit.
"And now my pants."
Gia undid the web belt and clasp, taking hold of the sides of
the fatigues. Her face was only inches from redhead's sex. The
younger woman could almost imagine she could smell it through the
heavy material.
The panties that filled her vision as she pulled down the
uniform pants were as far away from military issue as could be.
They were emerald green, what there was of them, and covered
with tiny embroidered rose petals. To Gia's delight, they were also
quite damp.
Elayne pushed away the pants after lifting her legs out of
them. They came to a rest right next to Gia's clothing. Kneeling
before her, Gia hoped the panties would be next.
"Now my shirt." the woman said instead.
Slightly disappointed, but pulsing with sexual anticipation
nevertheless, Gia rose to her full height. Nimble fingers carefully
undid the large buttons of the fatigue blouse. As they came free,
the soft white flesh beneath was more and more visible. Hot as
Holly's striptease had been on this very spot, personally undressing
Elayne was almost enough to make Gia climax spontaneously.
"Oh God," she said breathed, exposing the large round orbs,
wrapped in a lacy bra that matched the panties. "they are so
perfect."
Her previous view of Elayne's mounds had been much too
rushed to truly appreciate their perfection. Every sexual urge
within her wanted to bury her face between them. Even if she
suffocated right then and there, she would die happy.
Elayne must've been able to read her mind, or at least
guessed her reaction. With a sudden strong move, she grabbed the
back of Gia's head and pulled it forward. Before the girl could
realize it, her face was pressed against the woman's exposed flesh.
"Then why don't you get a better look?" Elayne taunted.
The unexpected force added to Gia's delight. Her lips
pressed against the now hot flesh, paying homage to its artistry.
Her tongue took in the mixture of natural oils and a subtle but rich
perfume.
Gia felt like she could rest between her mounds forever,
when just as suddenly, Elayne grabbed her again and pulled her
face upward. Elayne's pressed their lips together in a near
collision. Her tongue slid right into a mouth opened in surprise,
seeking out its counterpart. The excitement in both women at the
contact could be felt right down to their toes. More importantly it
blazed between both of their legs.
Their lips still intertwined, Elayne managed to undo the
front clip of Gia's bra and felt it open. The heavy burden beneath
it fell free. Pressing tighter, the women rubbed their nipples
against each other.
"Suck them!" Elayne ordered. "Suck my nipples."
There'd been no order given to her in the last month and a
half that Gia had moved quicker to obey. Her head dropped down
and she closed her lips around the closest bright pink nipple. Her
tongue lashed out with erotic fury and her hand cupped the
surrounding flesh.
A murmur of encouragement issued from Elayne's lips as she
wrapped her hands around the back of Gia's head and held it tight
against her breasts. Gia in turn was using what ever skill she had
learned from dozen of lovers to please the redhead.
"Oh yes, baby, that's it." Elayne murmured as she enjoyed
the touch of the soft wet tongue. "I knew just watching you that
you'd be good at this."
She let Gia feast on her mounds for long minutes, satisfied
to just enjoy the attention. Taking a strong hold of the girl's
shoulders, Elayne began to guide her ministrations downward. At
first, Gia was reluctant to release her mammary delights. Then,
realizing the greater enticements below, let one of the nipples slip
from between her lips.
Elayne shifted her stance so that her now wet panties were
pressing against Gia's face. The intoxicating aroma sex was
overwhelming to the younger woman. Only the thinnest of
materials separated her from her prize. Unable to wait any longer,
she kissed the center of the wetness, gaining a taste of the fruit
beyond.
"Take them off." Elayne instructed. "But you can't use your
hands."
Gia was puzzled for moment, then got the idea. She
grabbed the waistband with her teeth and pulled the panties
downward. It was easier than she might've imagined. They were
quickly down around Elayne's ankles.
Quick as a flash, Gia lifted herself up and went straight for
her prize. Without hesitation she reached out and parted the lips
of Elayne's shaved pussy, revealing the bright pinkness within. As
she had the breasts, Gia considered the whole image of womanhood
before her was a work of art. How could one woman be the benefit
of some much perfection? No matter. She quickly brushed aside
such thoughts. For the moment, all that perfection was all hers.
Straight as an arrow, Gia's tongue worked it way up Elayne's
love channel. With short rapid motions it worked it way from side
to side. Elayne was obviously close to the edge. Little effort was
required to send her hurling over the abyss.
As everything else Gia had seen about Sergeant Alexander,
Gia guessed her orgasms would be explosive. She wasn't
disappointed. Elayne leaned back harder against the desk and
wrapped her long legs practically around Gia's head. It was almost
impossible for the girl to breath. When she opened her mouth to
try it was instead filled with sweet nectar. Not that Gia cared at
this moment. Though she tried to get all of it into her mouth, she
wound up with most of it spread across her face.
"Goddamm!" Elayne called out as she recovered from her
climax. "I had you pegged as a pussylicker from the moment I saw
you. But I didn't think you'd be that good."
A smile filled Gia's face. She hadn't felt such a sense of
satisfaction in a long time. The feeling was so good that only then
did she realized that in her desire to please Elayne, she had
neglected her own climax. In automatic response to that thought,
she began to lightly stroke her own cunt.
Noticing what Gia was doing, Elayne snapped, "Oh no, we'll
have none of that."
She jerked Gia's hand away.
A look of disappointment filled the girl's face. Was Elayne
going to prevent her from coming? She was aching for release.
The small orgasm she'd gotten with Holly had left her less than
satisfied in that regard.
"Please..." she heard herself say. It was the first time Gia
could remember ever saying that to another person for anything.
"Oh don't worry, Peaches." Elayne smiled with a wicked grin.
"You're going to come all right. But I've got a little surprise for
your first. Or maybe I should say, a big surprise."
Gia watched in puzzlement as Elayne stepped away from her
and took a large ring of keys from her pants on the floor. She
used one of the keys to unlock the bottom drawer of another filing
cabinet.
"My little house mouse didn't know where I kept all my
toys." She laughed as she reached into the drawer. "There are
some things I'd never forget to keep under lock and key."
Gia couldn't see exactly what Elayne had taken out of the
cabinet, but it wasn't hard to figure out. With her back still to
her, Elayne stepped into some sort of harness and pulled the
straps tight around her.
Even after figuring out what the taller woman had put on,
Gia's mouth still gasped in astonishment when she turned around
and got a real good look at it.
"Holy shit!" she cried. "Where did you get a fucking thing
like that?"
Elayne smiled wider. A fucking thing was exactly what it
was.
"Mail order, where else." She laughed. "Of course to
another name in a rented mailbox far, far from base."
Hanging between her legs, held in place by a harness, was a
eight-inch rubber cock. Although she had a passion for women, Gia
still liked to be with a man now and then, if only for sexual relief.
It was immediately apparent to her that what Elayne was wearing
was longer and thicker than any man she'd ever been with.
"It's monstrous!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I thought you were the type who liked a challenge,"
Elayne retorted. "But if you're not woman enough to handle it,
well..."
Elayne had just began to undo one of the straps when Gia
said with reassurance. "I can handle it."
The older woman had expected that response. She'd had
the younger woman's number all along. The knowledge that she'd
been right made it all the more exciting.
Elayne held the strap on and simulated a male masturbation
motion. She shook the rubber cock a few time to get Gia's
attention, not that it wasn't glued to the artificial prick.
"Why don't you come over and give 'big boy' here a little
suck." she said. "I'm sure you've had lots of practice at it."
Gia crawled across the floor and took Elayne's "cock" into
her hand. Slowly she slid it deep inside her mouth. Truth be told,
Gia normally wasn't enthusiastic about blowing a guy. In this case
however, she found it an exciting turn on.
"You're a real cock-sucker, aren't you?" Elayne laughed as
she got turned on even more watching Gia.
With a slight reluctance, she took hold of the dildo and
pulled it from dark haired girl's eager mouth. She told Gia to get
down on all fours, then went to her knees behind her.
"Baby, get ready for the fucking of your life!" Elayne
declared as she readjusted a strap, tightening it as far as it would
go.
From a blue tube that she had taken out of the cabinet with
the strap on, Elayne smeared a large amount of clear lubricant
over the cockhead of her dildo. Then she pushed her slippery
fingers down between Gia's legs and up into the already lubricated
pussy. She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening.
"Oooo!" moaned Gia as she felt the initial intrusion.
Elayne pressed her naked body up against the back of Gia's
own. She lifted the hanging cock and positioned the head against
the now saturated tunnel.
"Spread those beautiful legs, Peaches." Elayne whispered
into Gia's ear as she nibbled at it. "cause this is going to be better
than any man could ever do." she added with a kiss.
She rubbed the head of her cock up and down the length of
Gia's pussy before taking a firm grip and shoving it into her.
"Aaaaa!" Gia yelled as she felt herself being penetrated .
"Relax." Elayne said as she eased the dildo out a little,
before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt.
Elayne reach around and rubbed her fingers against Gia's
clit. Doggy style was the Sergeant's favorite position when she
fucked another woman. It gave her such a feeling of superiority.
Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top of Gia's cunt
helped distract the girl beneath her from the initial pain as Elayne
began to thrust deeper within her with an ever-increased
frequency.
Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing
pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Elayne could feel the
walls of Gia's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her
again and again.
"You love this, don't you?" Elayne asked between thrusts as
she grabbed Gia's hips and pulled her ass hard against her.
"You're such a horny little bitch!"
"Oh yes," Gia panted as she began to match Elayne's rhythm
and draw the dildo deeper inside her.
Elayne slid her hands up and down Gia's body, continuing to
fuck her with increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against
the girl's breasts as she used then to pull Gia against her time
after time. Elayne always got off fucking other women in this way.
She loved to be in control.
Elayne pushed Gia's head and shoulders down against the tile
floor, offering greater access to the depths of her pussy. The
constant rubbing against her own love button was sending her into
pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered the two bodies as
both shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex.
Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Elayne grabbed Gia's
short hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her
dark eyes, Elayne pressed her lips hard against the helpless woman
beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was
enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss.
"Deeper." Gia gasped as Elayne's tongue slid out of her
mouth.
Try as she might, it was physically impossible for Elayne to
get further inside Gia. At least in the position they were in.
"Roll over!" Elayne commanded as she pulled the dildo all the
way out. "On your back!"
Not even giving Gia time to comply, the older woman pushed
her onto her back. A brief moment later she rammed the large
rubber cock between the outstretched legs.
Gia screamed in ecstasy as Elayne drove the dildo it's full
length within her. It had been almost six months since she'd had a
man within her and he hadn't been half as good as the woman
fucking her now. Elayne's mounds pressed hard against Gia's
globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples touched.
Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover,
Elayne's body quaked in anticipation of the new explosion she knew
was imminent. Beneath her, Gia was lost in a similar state.
Continuing to pump away with all her strength, Elayne was
taken by surprise when Gia legs came up and wrapped around her
buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even greater depth.
Gia's arms also wrapped around her, binding them together in an
unbreakable lock.
"Fuck me!" Gia screamed at the top of her lungs, a cry so
loud that for a moment Elayne feared it might heard out in the
hall.
One final thrust was enough to unleash the building
explosions. Both bodies jerked violently as they were consumed by
the bodyquake that ripped through each of them.
Gia drove her nails deep into Elayne's back as the orgasmic
paralysis gripped her. Elayne continued to plummet the captive
pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own, until she too
was gripped by that same loss of control.
If anything, Elayne came even harder the second time. Gia
wasn't far behind her. By the time they were done, both women
were drenched in sweat.
As they lay exhausted on the cold floor, Gia knew she had
undergone a revelation. As much as she had enjoyed lording it over
girls like Holly, it was nothing compared to the charge she'd gotten
from serving someone like Elayne. There were going to be some
major changes in her life after this.
After catching their breath, the two women headed for the
showers to clean up. Gia was more than happy to wash Elayne until
the Sergeant was clean as could be. She also took the opportunity
to kiss and caress every inch of that magnificent body.
When they'd finished and she had dried her lover off, Gia
also helped her dress. She even tied the laces she had earlier
undone.
"After you get yourself cleaned up, I want you to take care
of that mess back in my office," Alexander said, shifting back into
her Sergeant’s role.
"Yes, Sergeant." Gia's tone was now more respectful in
keeping with her new role.
"When we're alone, you can call me Ma'am." Elayne offered.
"Oh yes, Ma'am." Gia beamed, both at the gift and the
prospect that they would be alone again in the future.
Pleased, Elayne kissed her lightly on the lips and then went
on her way. As Gia watched her sway down the corridor, she
couldn't wait until the next time she could kiss that beautiful ass.
* * *
When she walked out on the parade ground, Elayne found
Sergeant Clayton waiting. With a neutral expression on her face,
she went over to her.
"How did everything go?" Stacy Clayton asked.
Elayne Alexander smiled. "I don't think the Air Force is
going to have any more disciplinary problems with Airman Mazzini.
In fact I think she's going to turn out to be a model recruit after
all."
"That’s good to hear." Sergeant Clayton nodded. "It would
be a same to waste potential like that."
"And how did you make out with Airman Wellington?"
"We came to an understanding as well."
"It would be a good idea to separate the two of them."
Elayne suggested. "For their own good of course.
"I've already filled out the paperwork." Stacy smiled. "As of
this afternoon, she's now officially part of my Flight. Of course
that means she has to repeat the last few weeks of basic, but she
more than understands. In fact, after our little talk, she's looking
forward to it."
"I thought the two of you might hit it off." Elayne laughed.
"Ever since that night I first caught her playing with herself in my
office. She was more than happy after that to help out with our
little problem with Airman Mazzini."
"Yes, it looks like everyone wins."
"Oh, two other things," Elayne added. "You're still good
friends with Robinson over in personnel, right?"
Stacy nodded her assent. If good friends could be defined
as giving the Master Sergeant a blow job now and then, then she
still qualified.
"Do me a favor and have him change Mazzini's travel orders
for after graduation. I think the English air will agree with her
nicely."
"I figured you might want something like that. I'll talk to
him in the morning." Stacy grinned. When she had Bob
Robertson's cock in her mouth, there was little he wouldn't do for
her. "But you said there were two things."
"Oh yes. Send a nice little gift and a thank you note to
Angela Martin over at Pope. Tell her that I owe her one."
"I think you owe her a big one."
"I think you're right."
Both women laughed rather loudly. The recruit passing them
at that moment wondered what was the joke. The girl in dress
blues shrugged and went on her way, not wanted to draw too much
of the two Sergeant's attentions. After all, they might find some
little job for her to do.
She would've been greatly surprised to find that the
thought that filled both their minds was that she had a really nice
ass.
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