Message-ID: <21593asstr$944061001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} RP-AnnD"Basic Training"FF(3/4) Lines: 395 X-Original-Message-ID: <8224qs$i4m$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Dec 01 03:31:38 1999 GMT Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 10:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Lambchop 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 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/ ASSTR Donation Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ********************************************************* Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. It only takes a few minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for in exchange for hours spent creating a story. So be sure to take those few minutes, it can only result in more and better stories in the future. ********************************************************* -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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