As a female Army recruit, I leaned very quickly that girls cannot show any emotion in the Army. It is a sign of immaturity and a weakness. And, if a female soldier showed any weakness, I quickly leaned, there was always someone close by who would try and take advantage of that weakness.
I had been taught to always respect the rank of those over me, especially officers, who could apparently do nothing wrong. Lieutenant Crawley, Adam Crawley, was always deep in my stuff, asking me how I could pass basic and AIT and be so forgetful.
“I’m a blonde, sir,” I explained. “We are supposed to forget shit.”
“Lt.” is what we called Adam Crawley. He was like twenty-four or so, and a West Point graduate, which meant he knew people in high places. Me? I was nineteen and from small town America, and when I say small town, our little mid-western town had a flashing yellow light and there were twenty three people in my high school graduation class, most of them country hicks and guys who didn’t know how to handle a tall, lanky blonde with an attitude.
I went in the Army to travel and to get away from “Hickville”.
As I stood with my ass buried up against the Lt. in his office, his warm hands looped around my midsection and his hot breath on my neck, “Hickville” was the farthest thing from my mind. I was not a virgin by any means, having lost my virginity to a guy twice my age and married to one of my high school friends.
The Lt. dipped his fingers in past my belt and the waist- line of my battle dress uniform (BDU) trousers. I turned around and found myself face to face with my shirtless and bare-chested, “OH MY GOD HE IS HOT,” platoon leader. I rested my hand on his chest, as I stared at his steely blue eyes, pressing myself into him.
“I feel a sin coming on,” he whispered.
“Confessional is Friday night,” I said. “Between now and then, all we can do is pray for relief.”
He slowly unbuttoned them as I stood still, my heart racing a thousand miles an hour. He pushed his fingers in past the thin elastic of my underwear and into my crotch. There was no hiding the excitant that had dampened my underwear.
As the Lt. slipped a lone finger into my vagina, I apologized.
“That’s okay,” he whispered. “I like the fact that you are a little worked up.”
“A little?” I shot back, “If you keep this up, I am going to flood your office.”
He laughed and then he leaned forward, planting a light kiss on my neck, which sent shivers down my spine.
Oh! My God!
I quickly and silently, stripped out of my Army t-shirt and then I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra. My clothes fell to the floor, as the Lt. gently massaged my exposed breasts. His touches were deliberate and sensuous. He lightly traced the outlines of my areolas and then ran a fingertip over my hardened nipples.
I took a step back and dropped to my knees between his parted legs. I unbuttoned the fly to his BDU trousers and then yanked at the pant legs. He silently arched his buttocks off the desk, allowing me to strip off his uniform trousers. The tent that had formed in his trousers was massive and impressive.
The boxers were the next thing to go.
His tool was massive. It was super elongated and very thick, the blood vessels pulsating. He was circumcised and the end of his tool was a cool looking knob that was a grayish blue in color, while the rest was like a light tan color, with a hint of redness. He had zero pubic hair, which surprised me and excited me.
I took his tool in my hand and studied it for a few seconds, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing it. A clear liquid formed on the very tip. I leaned forward and planted a light kiss on the head of his tool and then I used my tongue to lick it and playfully tease him. I placed my lips on his sweet spot where the foreskin folded back, and playfully teased him with more kisses. I then opened my mouth as wide as I could and inserted as much of his cock, as possible.
“Oh God!” he exclaimed.
“Don’t you dare cum in my mouth,” I warned.
“Oh God!” he softly repeated.
I withdrew his cock from my mouth and used my tongue to lick up one side of his tool, The I worked my way down the shaft, to his testicles, which I gently toyed massaged with my fingers. I repeated this process several times, coating his tool with my saliva.
“Let’s fuck,” he begged, as I stood up to kiss him.
He took me by my hand and pulled me over to the couch in the office, where he stripped me of my panties. I tuned and bent over, resting my hands on the seat cushions of his couch, my ass and my pussy facing him. He pressed himself up against my buttocks, his huge cock arching upwards.
“Please pick the right hole,” I instructed. He laughed and replied, “I’ll try.”
I used my fingers to spread the lips of my pussy and he gently inserted the head of his massive cock into my womanhood. Oh – my – goodness.
My thighs and my legs quivered as he pushed his massive tool deeper and deeper inside of me. I have to admit, it did hurt a little bit, but the blissful feelings of him being inside of me, quickly overtook any discomfort. His hands were on my hips and he rocked steadily back and forth, his massive cock gliding in and out of my pussy.
“Oh, God!” I exclaimed as he thrust his tool all the way into me, sending me into cataclysmic orgasm. I was not able to hold back, and within seconds, I had lost total control, flooding the two of us, as he continued to pump his massive tool in and out of me. I was so embarrassed. I had never experienced what I experienced that day.
Suddenly and without any warning, I could feel him filling me with his cum.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I collapsed forward on to the couch.
The Lt. grabbed my Army t-shirt from the floor and proceeded to clean himself, as I lay on couch, taking it all in. He slipped back into his boxers and his BDU trousers and the sauntered over to where I lay sprawled out on his office couch. I slipped on to my side to give him room to sit next to me.
“You are awesome,” the Lt. exclaimed.
“Thank you,” I replied, placing my hand on his thigh, “You are pretty damn good yourself.”
He quickly apologized, saying he had made a mistake. “I should know better,” he said.
“Shut up,” I replied. “This was consensual.”
He looked at me and apologized a second time.
“Lt.,” I said, “I’ve your back as long as you have my back.”
I squeezed his thigh and told him I had to go. He silently shook his head in agreement.
I quickly slipped back into my uniform as the Lt. slipped back into his. We had no sooner gotten dressed, than the door to his office swing open, startling both of us.
As soon as the unannounced entrant entered, he quickly surveyed things and then quickly backed out, profusely apologizing. The entrant was another platoon leader, but from a different command.
The Lt. laughed.
“I’m not going to live this one down,” the Lt. said, shaking his head back and forth. Me? I was a little embarrassed and scared. I had no idea who the unannounced entrant was or what he might say that he had seen, even though both of us were fully dressed.
“Freaking Bob,” the Lt. remarked. “We were at the Point together and he’s the most intrusive son of a bitch ever. He never knocks.”
The Lt. assured me I was safe and that he’d speak to his friend to insure as much. I lit out of the Lt.’s office at that point. I was scared.
I showered back at the barracks, hoping upon hope, that the Lt.’s friend would remain quiet about things.
Then, the unbelievable happened. I was assigned CQ duties. “CQ’s” stay up all night and watch for the company or platoon phone to ring, in case an emergency call comes in for activation. It was about three in the morning and I was all alone, with the NCO sergeant asleep in an office in the company day room. The front door to the day room opens and in walks Lieutenant Bob Wilson, my Lt.’s best friend. I stand and render my salute. Lieutenant Watson returns my salute and tells me to stand “at ease”. I was anything but “at ease” . . .
