In 2012 my dear and sexy male friend of many years co-wrote a story with me, called Katie & Steve. When I put the goal on my 101 list to co-write at least two more stories, he was the first I turned to and he was totally up for another, sexy story. I started the story; he ended it. We could not plan ahead, as you did not know what the other would write. The story has been sent to and fro numerous times as we added new pieces to it, but we continuously made sure that it made ONE story.
This friend of mine has featured in quite a couple of true stories on my blog and will do so more in future.
*** The picture was borrowed from vultureofcritique.wordpress.com
Continued from… The instructor (1)
It was difficult to tell her parents about her new adventure and thankfully her father did not object too much. Her excitement carried her through her last days at home. It was only once she entered the barracks and saw the room that she would have to share with 11 other women that she started to doubt the wisdom of her decision. When a female corporal entered and barked unfriendly orders to everyone, her doubts increased. It was with fear in her heart that she fell asleep between the scratchy sheets that evening. She kept on hearing the last words of the female corporal: “Tomorrow you will meet your instructor, ladies. Prepare yourself! Mentally that is.”
Zoe still heard those words in her mind as she stared to the ground with unseeing eyes. The words seem garbled, mixed with something else. Slowly she returned to the present, realizing that someone was standing right in front of her, almost touching her body.
“May we wake you up from your daydream, recruit?”
The icy words were coming from the man standing in front of her. She had no idea what the stripes on his uniform meant, but it seemed that he was in charge. Zoe assumed that he was the instructor. She focused on his face, cold, blue eyes stared back at her. Zoe did not answer him. Not because she did not want to, but she just could not find her voice. The Sergeant inched forward, his body now only inches from hers against hers. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek as he bellowed at her, and she felt her nipples harden and her crotch moisten and instantly a blush covered her cheeks.
Tom Hanson was a big man, 6ft tall, barrel chested, thick powerful arms, a strong neck and a firm square jawline. His stomach was flat from years of intense exercise and his hips were slim. His pale blue eyes radiated a cool menace; this was not a man to be toyed with. He had seen enough of the nastiness of the world, and dealt with it in a calm and ruthless military manner. He also had worldly experience, having deployed to military postings in every corner of the globe where the drinking was heavy, the fighting was hand to hand and the fucking was spectacular.
Now he was here, training recruits. He hated training recruits, it was no better than baby sitting. He was here as a result of his own actions and he would have to sit out his punishment like a good soldier, and anyway it was better that the alternative which was a demotion and two months in the stockade.
It really was his own fault, he should never have fucked the Colonel’s wife, but having met her at a regimental social, it had been obvious that the Colonel was far more focused on his career that on his marriage, and his very attractive wife was obviously in desperate need of some serious fucking. She had asked him to dance with her and Tom had accepted as every gentleman should. Once they hit the floor though, the firmness with which she pushed her bra-less breasts into his chest and the pressure of her groin on his thigh sent unmistakable signals. Signals made more explicit when she whispered in his ear on the third turn of the floor that she had been noting how well he filled his dress trousers and all she wanted was to suck his cock.
Well, after that Tom was making sure to meet her at a nearby motel at least twice a week where they fucked like people possessed. She told him that the Colonel had lost total interest in her and was only interested in his battalion. She was bored and frustrated and he was just the man to relive both.
The arrangement continued perfectly for several months until the Colonel’s battalion was away on maneuvers, practicing seaborne landings. The maneuvers were supposed to last a week and they had planned to spend the week in bed fucking their brains out at her house. Unfortunately, early on the second morning just as Tom was taking her from behind for the second time, they heard a car pull up in the drive. She jumped off the bed just in time to see the Colonel stepping from his car. In a flash he was out of bed and pulling on his combat pants and boots, grabbing the rest of his clothes he climbed out of a window and made his was across the roof. Jumping off the roof, he executed a perfect roll and thanked god for paratrooper training. He sprinted across the lawn and disappeared into the bush.
To be continued… The instructor (3)
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