Tight Maneuvers

She stumbled into the wrong place at the right time!

 

(MFM, exh, bond, nc) caution

By: Punchinello

 

Fort Michaelson Army Base, 1965

Private First Class Allison Broadhurst had had a tough day. It was only 1500 hours, but she was beat. Her platoon had hiked up into the hills around Fort Michaelson for some physical training before, but today it was extra hot and sticky. The sweat ran down her face, down her throat, and into her uniform, making it cling to her in a way that made her just want to peel it off and go topless.

“You slackin’ off, Broadhurst?!” Sergeant Bonner was in her face like a flash. “Are you gettin’ weak?!”

“No, sergeant!” the petite brunette shouted, and picked up the pace.

“Get that nancy little ass in gear and pick up those boots, soldier!” He was a hard-ass, but not a bad guy. He treated the female soldiers with the measure of respect—and disrespect—he gave to the male soldiers. But he sure liked getting in their faces. Allison thought he might like to get even closer if he had the chance, just like any of the other soldiers.

On their way out the gate, PFC Pildecker and his buddies had leered at them, even called out to them about showering with them when they got back. Jesus. Pildecker was a serious stud but a real prick in person, always leering and sneering. From the other girls, she’d heard about him having a nice-sized cock, but she’d like to tell him to stick it up his own ass.

Sergeant Bonner was older—with just a touch of gray up top—but no less of a stud. “Sergeant Boner” some of the girls joked, half-wishfully. Allison wondered for a moment which of them would really be a better fuck: the old dog or the young wolf. She decided the heat was getting to her.

“Move it, Private Broadhurst! Those tootsies ain’t gonna pick themselves up!” She picked up the pace again, but Bonner still ragged her. “I’m gonna be so much in your face, Broadhurst, that I might slide down your throat! Would you like that?!”

“No, sergeant!” she screeched.

“Would you choke on me?!”

“No, sergeant!”

 

Back at the base, Bonner dismissed the women with a bark. As the troops fell out, all Allison wanted was to be the first one into the showers. The sweat was still rolling down her face, streaking it with dirt and soaking her underclothes. It would feel so good to be naked under the cool water....

She took a quick detour between the row of barracks as a shortcut, but as she did she walked right past Private Ed Pildecker. “Offer still stands, Broadhurst,” he grinned. Fucker knew she’d still be thinking about his offer to shower with her.

“That’s where I’m goin’ right now, Pildecker,” she tossed off sarcastically. “Bring it on.” The shadowy passage behind the barracks was cool and refreshing—and confusing. She closed her eyes for a moment as she made the turn that would bring her around her barracks to the entrance—and hopefully be the first one there.

She was. There was not another soul in sight, just row after row of bunks. They’d be finishing up soon and moving out to better quarters, but until then, this was home sweet home to Allison’s platoon, just like all the others: all Army green and raw steel. In a slight daze, eyes heavy and blurred, she undid the buttons on her uniform even as she strode thru the room toward the showers. She loved every moment of the feeling of the army blouse falling away, the tight undershirt peeling off, freeing her small, pointed tits. The nipples stood straight out, hardened by the cooler air inside the barracks. She undid her belt and pants too, even before reaching the door, and let the heat rise off her half-naked body.

Inside the shower room, Allison sat on a wooden bench and pulled off her boots. She wondered for a moment what was taking the others so long. Her shortcut wasn’t that good. But it passed from her mind like the shadow of a cloud passing overhead once she pushed her pants and panties down over her hips and stepped out of them, completely naked.

There couldn’t be any feeling better than this, Allison thought. No more uniform, no more hiking, no more sweat. She reached for the shower handle and turned on the water full blast. She leaned up against the wall for a long moment to let the water warm up a little—not much; she wanted it good and cool. But for that long moment, she ran her hands over her weary body and massaged the aching muscles, sticky with perspiration, smooth and lean from all the physical training they had to go thru. She caressed her bare breasts, squeezed the nipples, and even let her hand wander between her legs and tease her warm, willing pussy.

Allison wished she could have a few minutes alone for certain so she could get herself off. A good pussy fingering would really help her relax, and her pussy was more than ready. Even thinking of that jerk Pildecker and his rigid prick splitting her open and filling her up was turning her on.

She slid under the shower head and let the cool water spill over her: thru her short hair, over her smooth shoulders, down her long naked back to her bare backside. She wished she had stopped to pull out her bar of soap and shampoo from her foot locker, but was content for the moment just the let plain water was the dirt off and soothe her weary body.

Then, in the distance, the door to the barracks slammed shut. It was a long moment before Allison thought about it, but the thought at last occurred to her: what had taken the other girls so long? And why did she not hear a whole chorus of female voices laughing and griping as they too stripped down for a well-deserved shower?

Slowly, cautiously, Allison left the safety of the shower to look thru the crack in the door. There were no female soldiers. There was just one soldier.

It was Pildecker.

Oh, shit. Allison thought quickly. At first, the blood welled up in her that Pildecker had the balls to come into the women’s barracks to try to actually fuck her in the shower, but then the truth washed it all away: she had taken a wrong turn. She hadn’t gone into the women’s barracks at all.

She was in the men’s barracks.

Oh, holy double shit. Pildecker had been looking around like he wanted to make sure nobody else was around. That’s because nobody should be around the men’s barracks at that time of day. They were all out working or training.

Son of bitch. He was going to walk right in and expect to fuck her—expect her to fuck him, happily, willingly. She had to get out of there!

Allison looked around. The only way out was a high window with frosted glass, just high enough that people couldn’t easily see in or out—or climb in or out. She grabbed her uniform and boots and went to the window. She had to climb up onto a wooden crossbeam to get high enough to unlatch it. She dropped one boot, but she managed it. Then she pulled it open; hot air blew in her face as she struggled, but—try as she might—she could only open it a little ways. Damn! Pildecker would be in there any second!

She dropped her other boot trying to shove her clothes out the window, but she didn’t care. Better to be barefoot than let Pildecker have the satisfaction of seeing her naked, apparently waiting to sit on that big dick of his. Hell, she didn’t even care that she’d be have to get dressed outside in front of anyone who passed by this side of the barracks if it meant escaping Pildecker’s sneering machismo. Her little tits were already on display for anyone who might walk by; she just needed a little... more... strength.

But it was no good. Allison got half way out and found herself completely stuck. The window came down slowly around her middle and pinned her in place like a bug. Her legs dangled; her arms dangled; even her tits dangled. She couldn’t get out—and she couldn’t get back in. Shit, she couldn’t even see if Pildecker had come into the showers yet.

Suddenly, a pair of hands touched her. They ran down her body from her ribcage to her thighs and sent a shiver thru her like she’d never felt before. Her whole body responded with a trembling that made her close her eyes to get under control again.

The disembodied hands caressed her back, her spine, right down to her firm, round ass, holding it, squeezing it. Then one hand slipped underneath to cup her naked pussy. Her body shook and trembled again, and suddenly Allison’s pussy was flooded with warm wetness. Fuck! Her head might be trying to escape, but her whole lower half was ready for sex!

Off in the distance, Allison could see men marching and turning, marching and turning. The thrill of being fondled while she was trapped like this, half in public, was intense. She wasn’t sure what would happen next and was half-eager, half-frightened to know.

The hands were gone for a moment, possibly working at opening the window so he could drag her back in and fuck her properly. At this point, she hardly cared. But then they were back again—and more. The hands gently, but firmly, pressed her legs apart and made way for a man’s legs between them: hairy, muscular legs. Allison gasped at the strong grip of one hand on her pelvis, supporting her, positioning her. Then she gasped again as she felt the tip of a thick cock push against her vulva. Fuck! What a cock!

Allison held her breath as the big dick slid slowly into her. The cock pushed, pulled back, pushed again. He knew not to hurt her. He had probably hurt other women by being rough. But, God, she could take it all right now!

She got her wish. With a final, bold stroke, the man shoved hard and buried his cock to it’s full depth inside Allison’s tight, wet pussy. The tease had been enough to raise her fever, but this sent her over hard. The meaty injection sent shockwaves thru the female soldier and made a hot rush of orgasm race thru her, shaking her, rocking her. Her small tits shook back and forth as he started a slow, hard rhythm, filling her and withdrawing, filling her again and again. Allison’s pussy quivered with the aftershocks of her tremendous orgasm even as her assault continued to build. Pildecker’s pace rose slowly, rocking Allison back and forth in the window, fucking her like she’d never been fucked, and bringing to the point of orgasm a second time.

“Oh! Oh, yeah! Oh fuck!” she gasped. “Fuck me, you bastard! Oh yeah, fuck me hard!” She didn’t think he could hear her thru the closed window, and she didn’t care. Her pussy snapped tight in spasm of pure pleasure and sent another wave of ecstasy thru her like fire. “Unh!” grunted. “Harder! Oh!” Pildecker responded immediately, shoving harder and harder so that Allison had to brace herself on the window frame as she gasped and groaned.

Her second orgasm had hardly subsided when Allison opened her eyes and found herself looking straight into the face of Sergeant Bonner. “Oh fuck!” she gasped.

“What in the bells of St. Mary are you doing, Private Broadhurst?” Bonner growled.

“G— Getting fucked, sergeant!” the girl gasped.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble this is going to get you in?” he asked, but this time his growl had a note of satisfaction.

“Oh! Oh, fuck, yes, sarge.” Allison couldn’t even think straight now. Pildecker’s cock was ramming her hard and fast.

“Who is fucking you, Broadhurst?”

“I— I think it’s— it’s Pildecker, sarge!” And with that, Pildecker jammed his cock deep into her and filled her with hot, steaming cream. “Oh!” she groaned.

“That swingin’ dick? I always knew you were a hot little slut, Broadhurst. You know that? I always knew you were a little cock-hungry bohemian piece of ass like those assholes out in California.”

“Yes, sergeant! Oh, please don’t turn me in!” Pildecker wasn’t finished yet. He was still fucking her, nice and slow and easy, taking his time and getting his second wind. “Jesus, I was just— just trying to get out....” But she could hardly think let alone speak well enough to plead her case while Pildecker was fucking her. Her whole body was alive and tingling. “Let me— let me do something for you.” She thought she might get him to give her some extra duty, cleaning up for him or doing his laundry—anything to keep from getting thrown in the stockade for fucking another soldier in public.

“And just what would an easy little sleaze like you do for me?” he grinned. Without thinking further, Allison grabbed him and pulled him to her, and planted a hot, wet kiss on his mouth. Their tongues swirled together and lips met hungrily again and again.

“Anything,” she mumbled. “Right now.” His hands found her breasts and groped them, pinched the nipples. She moaned and kissed him harder. Pildecker’s slow rhythm continued, filling her tortured pussy with wet, sloppy cock.

Sergeant Bonner stepped back and wiped his mouth. “You are gonna suck my cock, you little tease, and you are gonna like it.” He stepped back ten feet and hopped in the jeep he had been driving and pulled right up to the window Allison was stuck in. In a moment, he was standing in front of her, pulling open his trousers inches from her face.

“You want me in your mouth, soldier?” he growled.

“Oh— Oh, yes!” Allison breathed. And she did—desperately. She was suddenly hungry for the total depravity of sucking one man while she was being fucked by another.

“You gonna take me all the way down your throat?” he barked.

“Yes, sergeant!” she squealed, and pulled at his pants, giddily pulling out his thickening dick. “Oh!” she gasped and hungrily took it in her mouth. Her lips sucked it down, and her tongue caressed its shaft.

“Oh, shit!” the sergeant groaned. “Oh yeah!”

Allison licked and suck the meaty tool with a pleasure and abandonment she had never known before. She didn’t care who could see them or what would happen. She only knew she had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her pussy, and she loved every moment of it. Pildecker’s pace had picked up again and his cock had straightened to its full hardness again, filling her wet cunt completely and stretching her out again in a way that made her ache and still want more. And now that she had Bonner’s muscular ass to hold on to, Allison was more comfortable in her trapped state and took the older man’s cock deep into her mouth.

“You little nymphomaniac,” the man grunted. “Take it deep. Suck it hard!”

Allison did. She played with his balls and felt the thick cock spring rigid in her mouth. It was like steel now, like the hard plastic vibrator she had hidden away where no locker inspection could find it. She licked it up and down and then sucked hard on the purple tip. But her pussy was really humming. Pildecker’s thrusts were fast and rough again, and he held her thighs in his hands to lift her into just the right position. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her pussy as he fucked and the underside of his shaft occasionally rubbing her clit. It drove her absolutely wild—so wild that she could hardly concentrate on sucking Sergeant Bonner’s cock.

But that didn’t matter. Bonner was groaning, “Don’t stop! Oh yes, suck it! Oh don’t stop! I’m coming! I’m going to shoot it down your throat!” That turned Allison on so completely that she could think of nothing more than sucking the sperm out of Bonner’s throbbing dick. She hungrily went down on it to the full extent that she could get it in her mouth, and let licked the underside as it slid out again. Suddenly Bonner groaned and pulled her head down on it. A thick jet of jism shot out the top and onto Allison’s tongue, making her squeal and jerk away. But it only lasted for a moment before the dirty girl was back to sucking, and she slurped up every spurt as it pulsed out the tip of the sergeant’s dick.

Then, behind her, Pildecker thrust hard and buried his own cock as far into her belly as he could and planted his load of man-seed well up inside her. Allison gasped and choked, suddenly overcome with the seizure of another orgasm, and felt the pleasure spread over her and make her body pop out with sweat all over.

At last, utterly spent, Allison kissed Sergeant Bonner’s cock and looked up at him. “I choked a little.”

“That’s alright,” he smiled. “You’ll do better... next time.”

Allison’s eyes popped open in surprise. Shit! He was going to expect her to suck him off any time he wanted! He put his pecker away and started messing with the window to get it raised. Meanwhile, Pildecker let her legs down and stepped away, clearly done for the day, himself, but there was no telling what he would expect in the future....

 

But the future was farther away than Allison imagined. The next day, she passed by the barracks and saw the doors wide open, the whole thing emptied out.

“Corporal, what happened to the platoon that was here yesterday?” Allison asked a bespectacled soldier.

“They shipped out,” the corporal said.

“Where to?”

“Vietnam. Happened just like that. They say there’s some real fighting startin’ up over there.” He pushed his thick, black frames up on his nose.

“Thanks.” Allison wondered if she’d ever see Pildecker again.

“They took your sergeant, too,” the corporal continued. “He got reassigned this morning and got his orders to move them out at the same time.”

Allison was stunned. She stood alone as the corporal walked off, lost for a moment. Then suddenly there was a call to muster, and the others from her platoon gathered quickly all around her. She turned and stood at attention as the call went up.

Then a female sergeant started down the row. She was saying something about how a lot of the men from Fort Michaels were going to be shipping out overseas soon, and how the female soldiers would have to show them their support. Glancing around at all the other men in the camp, Allison thought she was way ahead of her; way ahead.