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The Following Is A Story That Was
Posted To ASS While ASSM Was
Down And Appears Here For The
First Time.
Basic Training
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
“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 it's 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 explosure 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
cloak room 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
breahed 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 its
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.
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
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