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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 Three
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 judgement.” Elayne said thoughfully. “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 readoly 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 it's 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 it's counterpart.
The excitment 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 rubebd 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.
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
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ASSTR Donation Page
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