The instructor (11)

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


womansoldierContinued from… The instructor (10)

She felt the stickiness of Hanson’s semen sticking to the inside of her combat shirt. She had no idea if anything showed on her back and she did not care. Her attention was fixed on her pussy. Her crotch was wet and tiny shivers of pleasure ran through her spine if she pushed her hips forward and the harsh fabric of the combat pants rubbed over her swollen clitoris. She enjoyed the fucking Hanson gave her, but it was all about his pleasure, not hers. She was horny and needed an orgasm.

Zoe grabbed the fruit and the bottle of water from her tray and left the mess. She totally forgot to put her plate and tray in the cart for dirty dishes and did not see the angry look of the mess corporal when the door swung closed behind her. Zoe rushed over to the barracks. She had one thing in mind: a shower. Okay, two things: a shower and an orgasm. Instant disappointment filled her when she entered the barracks. The other women were cleaning the floors and the windows. Zoe had totally forgotten that they would have their first intensive inspection round the next morning. A few women saw her entering the room. They looked at her with a mixture of irritation and anger on their faces. Zoe rushed towards her bed and opened the chest at the bottom end. Moments later she was on the floor and started to clean her part of the room.

“Ah, the princess has decided to join us,” a snarky voice sounded behind her.
Zoe looked over her shoulder and saw the same dark-haired woman who called her rich earlier that day looking down at her. Behind her was five other woman who had angry expressions on their faces. Zoe immediately understood that the woman had surrounded herself with some followers. She turned around and continued to scrub the floor. The woman kicked her against her boots.
“Don’t you ignore me, bitch,” she snarled, “I am talking to you! Do you think that you are so much better than us?
Zoe turned her head towards the speaker.
“No, I do not think I am better than you,” she said softly.
“Oh I think you do. You think you’re better because the sergeant has chosen you as his special one. We all saw how you flirted with him. He might make your time easier over here, but we won’t.”

Zoe just looked at her, then diverted her head away and started scrubbing the floor again. She hoped the woman will just leave. Shame washed through her. Is that what these women think of her? That she had flirted with the sergeant so she would have an easy basic training? She wished that she could tell them that the sergeant is actually a pervert and doing this for his own sexual pleasure and not to help her. But Zoe kept quiet, because she also realized that she had agreed with the sergeant’s plan of action. When she was done with the floor on the one side of her bed, she got up to go to the other side. Thankfully, the mean woman and her followers were busy too. Apparently the inspection of the next day was more important than pestering Zoe.

Zoe got down on her knees on the other side of her bed and started scrubbing the floor there. Her thoughts drifted off to her encounter with the sergeant. He was rough with her and she liked it. The thought made her blush. David had always been very gentle with her and she had always liked it, but the rough treatment of the sergeant had awaken some carnal feelings deep inside her. A drop of fluid escaped Zoe’s pussy. She pressed her legs together and glanced over her shoulder to see if someone noticed. She smirked and continued with her work. Of course no one would have seen!

Hours later the recruits were done cleaning the barracks. They were exhausted. Almost all the women went to the common bathroom for a shower and immediately went to bed afterward. Zoe waited until everything had quieted down before she went for a shower too. Most of the lights were out. She walked to the far end of the showers and turned the shower on. While she waited for the water to heat up, Zoe undressed. She stepped under the hot water and sighed. Fatigue spread through her muscles as the water warmed her body. But there was another feeling that was stronger than the fatigue. Zoe was horny. She still needed the orgasm she thought of while she had dinner.

To be continued… The instructor (12)

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