1 comments/ 98506 views/ 11 favorites We're In The Army Now! Ch. 01 By: Crew Cut All through high school my cousin had insisted that she was going to go to officer training school and make a professional career in the military. Our dads had been in the regular army and we had been brought up a pair of army brats. Kristy-Anne had always preferred playing war games, donning fatigues and scaling assault courses to ‘girly’ pursuits like checking out boys or spending hours playing with makeup. When we were about 14, we were separated as my dad was discharged and moved into a new career in anew town. Then Kristy-Anne and her family were posted overseas. I drifted around after high school, not really knowing what I wanted to do with my life. I had a few short-lived relationships with boys, and then men, none of whom satisfied me emotionally and all of whom I was eventually cold with physically. By the time I was just 19, I had hit the hippie trail, spent time wandering through India, and then ended up on the streets back home, with a drug habit – I took uppers to get through the nights of selling my body, downers to sleep during the day and forget. I hated it but was spiralling out of control. Things went on like this for another two years, by which time I was pulling tricks, and under the direction of a pimp, rolling customers. Fortunately I never succumbed to cocaine or heroin. I was too scared of the consequences for that. The first and only time I tried to hold up a pharmacist for cash and drugs I was caught. I was dragged before the courts. The judge gave me a suspended sentence and lectured me about getting my life in order. This was the kick up the arse I needed. First stop was a rehab centre, where I realised my drug use was dragging me down. Mum and Dad took me back in. I guess I was the prodigal daughter. But nothing really interested me long-term. What was WRONG with me, I kept asking myself. Then Dad made a suggestion which I had never expected. Why didn’t I consider an army career? He could pull a few strings and make sure my past would not be examined too closely. Whoooooooooooooooooah! From druggie whore turning tricks to army recruit? Bizarre! But Dad had planted a seed. At least I could get a degree, or learn something useful. So, here I was, standing in the Army Recruiting Office, signing on the dotted line. My dad’s distinguished career held me in good stead, and within a week I was off to boot camp. A women-only boot camp! After recent scandals involving sexual harassment and assault of female recruits, the force was trying an experiment in training women with women, by women, with a view to forming a special elite women-only corps. At least that would keep me out of distraction’s way – no way of returning to my sordid ways – I had thought when I volunteered to join the experiment. As the bus pulled up at the barracks, I was greeted by the sight of six women in uniform standing to attention by the bus door. As we emerged, they appraised us, scrutinising every aspect of us. I was wearing the last of my floaty Indian dresses, sandals, and my long braid of sandy hair hung down to my arse. Immediately, we were marched into a wooden barracks room, where we were met by a middle-aged, very chunky woman, told to strip and remove any jewellery. We were issued with sensible, waist high white panties, told to raised our arms, a tape measure run around our breasts, and a utility bra (more like a harness) thrown at us. We then lined up and were issued a kakhi shirt and trousers and socks. Last of all, we had our feet measured, and a pair of brand new, stiff leather boots fitted. None of us talked to each other. One fragile, rather petite looking girl had silent tears rolling down her cheeks. “Stop snivelling, recruit!” the army woman barked at her. “Are you, or are you not here voluntarily?” A tiny whimper in reply seemed to say “n-n-n-n-n-no”. “Rubbish, recruit!” came the reply. “This army has no conscripts. If you are here, it is because you want to be. There is no alternative!” The girl was so startled she did stop weeping, but she withdrew even further into herself. “Ok, recruits. Sit on that bench. You will be called individually for the next stage of induction.” We sat. We waited. Eventually, a tall, serious looking woman came and called a name. “Follow me!” she ordered. The girl who had been crying stood, and took a few tentative steps forward. “Look smart, Recruit Smith”. Forward, march! With that, a door was opened which led into another room, and then closed behind them as Smith and the officer left. I heard a strange humming noise, a scream, and then silence. Smith didn’t come back, but the Officer did, and my name was called. I was fairly familiar with army protocols, so I tried to look like I knew what I was doing. I walked forward into the next room, where I was prodded into a large straight-backed chair. An electric implement like a dentist’s drill hung from the ceiling overhead, but I soon realised it wasn’t. I felt myself take a sharp intake of breath. An unseen pair of hands from behind grabbed my braid and within a few seconds I heard a heavy schnik as it was severed from my head. It was thrown on the floor beside me. I noticed then for the first time that there were mirrors on the walls all around me, and I could see the jagged and rough end of my hair above my collar! It hadn’t been this short since I was a very small child! I gasped. Then the woman behind grabbed the electric clippers and turned them on. I guess I hadn’t even thought about this when I had joined up. Like most of my body, I just took it for granted that my long hair was there, a part of me. Well, I certainly wasn’t going to snivel about its loss. I would just take what came. What came was totally unexpected! The barber tilted my head forward and ran the clippers up my neck. And I felt a jolt of electrical excitement zoom straight to my cunt! My nipples stood erect, and I felt moisture pooling in my underpants! For fuck’s sake, I thought, I’m getting turned on by an army haircut! The barber was an artist! No rough and uneven clippering here. She took her time, and lovingly guided the shears up the back of my neck, before taking a comb and executing a perfect horseshoe shaped crew cut! When she was satisfied with the shape, she took a straight razor and sharpened it on a leather strop. She lathered my neck and around my ears and shaved me bare so that a white line appeared at my neckline and ears. (Later I learned it’s called ‘white-walling’) The back of my head was shorn at a 0 setting, just the barest hint of blonde stubble remained. It was almost imperceptible, but as she ran her hands over it, I squirmed in my seat. “You have to maintain your hair at a length no longer than a #1 back and sides and #2 on top throughout basic training” I was informed. “You will report here at 0800 hours every Saturday for barbering.” My pussy already looked forward to it. I hadn’t felt this sexually aroused since…well, since a time I had long put out of my mind. A silly thing, when I had accidentally brushed against the prom queen’s breasts on the dance floor on graduation night. “Many of our recruits like to come more frequently. Dismissed.” I knew I was going to be back in that room as often as I could be. I was accompanied out another door at then other end of the hut. Smith was sitting bolt upright on a concrete stoop where she had been told to wait. She too was now completely shorn, although her dark hair looked like a 5 o’clock shadow all over. She was staring straight ahead. “Ooh, you’re beautiful braid,” she exclaimed. “Did they have to punish you too?” “Punish?” I asked, not catching her drift. “Yes, I resisted, and was punished. They pulled down my trousers and paddled my bare arse until I submitted”. She started to snivel again, and then pulled herself up. She whispered “But they said it will get worse if I cry again.” This seemed to stiffen her resolve. While she stared into space, I couldn’t help wondering what her stinging arse had looked like, and what kind of paddle they had used. Eventually the other recruits joined us, each of us now outfitted in khaki, with shaven, heads. Despite the regulation clippering, all our cuts looked different. That barber really knew what she was doing. I mused to myself how one became an army barber! Just as I was entering a reverie, another Officer came and took us to our sleeping quarters. We were to be accommodated in a modern concrete block, usually three recruits to a room. I ended up with Smith, but the third bed was empty. Apparently the intake was less than expected, and we were afforded some extra space. In the room there were three narrow beds, a metal locker beside each, and a bookshelf above each bed. There was a cold-water basin in the corner, a mirror above it. A bathroom was located between every two rooms. It consisted of a toilet and shower, with a plastic shower curtain on one side of the shower – affording some protection from water to the toilet. The floor sloped towards a drain hole in the middle of the shower. There were no doors, just open doorways. This room was to be our “private space” for the next 8 weeks! The only decoration was a poster of three women army recruits, smiling enigmatically. All sported the same trousers and haircuts as us. But on top, they wore nothing! Bare breasts with erect nipples were proudly on display. One of the women was leaning over and tweaking the nipples of the woman next to her while looking directly at the camera! The other had her hand thrust down the front of her trousers, inside her white knickers, her fly open. All of them wore bright red lipstick and eyes heavily made up with kohl and mascara. Smith hadn’t seemed to notice the poster yet. I was intrigued, and wondered what in hell it was doing here! It looked like some sort of soft-core porn of the kind some of my johns had needed to get stiff. What in hell would it be doing in a women’s barracks? After unpacking our meagre belongings, toothbrush, book, hairbrush (ha)! That went to the back of the drawer!), we regrouped and reported to the mess hall for our first briefing from the Commanding Officer. And there, on the stage, was a beautiful, tall woman, wearing a tailored uniform of superb cut and fabric. Her hair was cut into a perfect high ‘n’ tight. And despite her name badge revealing only her rank and surname, I knew her as Kristy-Anne! Her eyes met mine almost immediately. A tiny trace of a smile danced across her face, but then she turned to her second in command and the lights were dimmed. “We are going to see a motivational film” Kristy-Anne announced. “We are going to turn you raw recruits into an elite corps of women, with special bonds between us that will prove the internal strength of our outfit.” The tape started whirring. The opening scene was of a naked woman sitting on the lap of a woman clad in leather. Leather, thigh high boots, leather gloves, a leather jerkin, open, exposing her nipple-ringed tits, leather chaps, with a large cutout area exposing her pubic area. A huge cock protruded through the opening. The naked girl rubbed herself up and down the leather clad leg of the becocked one, her long black hair a contrast to the gelled short back and sides of the one in leather. Recruits were expressing shock, gasping, gulping, turning to each other in bemusement. “WHAT is going on?” one asked. I sat transfixed, wondering if the naked woman was going to ride the cock any time soon! She was flicking the nipple rings, now leaning forward and taking one hard, engorged nipple in her mouth. The camera came in close and I watched as she made love to that tit, and then the other. I could imagine the nipple distended down the back of her mouth. All of a sudden, she mounted the dildo, and rose up and down along its shaft, fucking it, her head thrown back, her hands kneading her own tits now. She was about to cum, when . . . . . . the lights went up. Kristy-Anne had stripped and was walking around in her officer boots with a whip. “Here, we call for total, I said, TOTAL obedience.” She flicked the whip. “Recruit” – she pointed the whip at Smith, who had covered her eyes with her hands, “Did you hear me? STAND.” Smith scabbled to her feet. “Bend over”. Smith bent at the waist. Kristy-Anne raised her eyebrows at her 2-I-C, who pulled Smith’s pants down to her knees. C-R-A-C-K. Kirsty-Anne’s whip landed on Smith’s arse. And again. Red welts rose. “TOTAL obedience.” “Tonight you will return to your rooms and fuck. My officers and I will be in the corridors to inspect and appraise you. Tomorrow at 2000 hours you will report here to the Mess and give an account of your sexploits. Dis-missed.” Kirsty-Anne turned on her heel and then strode over to me. “Recruit, follow me!” I followed my cousin into a room off to the side of the Mess hall. It was decorated in red velvet, from wallpaper, to drapes and banquettes. Mirrors covered the ceiling. It was the bordello I had never seen when I was a street hooker! “Well, look who’s here”, Kirsty-Anne smiled a genuine smile of welcome. “Come to ‘straighten’ yourself out, so I am told!” I leaned forward to kiss Kirsty-Anne. We had been as close as sisters when we were children, and I was thrilled to see her again. Kirsty-Anne opened her arms and enfolded me. “I am sooo looking forward to having you in my unit. Your experience should come in handy.” “Huh?” I raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Your whoring. It’s great background for my project here. You have fucked plenty of men, but you never enjoyed it, did you?” “Errr, no” I agreed. “Well, we need someone with the imagination and morals of a whore to get recruits like Smith in line. That is why you have been billeted with her. I want that bitch acting like a slut before her next appointment with the barber!” I laughed at Kirsty-Anne’s audacity. “It’s no laughing matter”. She was serious. “That girl will be begging for a gang-bang by next Saturday once you take her in hand! Now, you had better get started – off to barracks and see what you can do. I bet you were an imaginative whore. Bring your expertise to this new challenge and you will soon be officer material!” What a task I had ahead of me. I was beginning to think I was going to love army life! I returned to the barracks room shared with Smith. I found her sitting, curled up in the corner on one of the narrow beds, whimpering. I decided to go softly with her. I sat on the opposite corner of the bed. “Well, what a surprising day!” I observed, keeping my voice as casual as possible. Smith stopped crying long enough to nod. “I – I – I thought army life was tough, but I never expected th – th- this. What’s happening?” “Well, I think any army has to rely on the absolute devotion of one soldier to another. We are being encouraged to bond in the most fundamental way possible.” “H – h – have you ever done any of these – these – these debauched th – th- things?” she whispered. “No”, I said, “I have never fucked a woman before”. Smith visibly recoiled as I said the word “fuck”. “But”, I added, "I have had many cocks inside me, and given head so often I wouldn’t like to think how many times I have had boy-spooff down my throat.” “Oooooooooohh” Smith’s mouth dropped wide open. “I have never, l-l-l-l-lain with ANYONE” she stammered. “I was schooled at home and my parents never let me out alone with a b-b-b-boy!” “So what are you doing in the army?” I queried. “Oh, my parents were both killed and I thought this woman only unit would help me become a little independent and learn to look after myself.” “So, we will be learning together!” I flashed my most reassuring smile, while letting my eyes travel down her body. From looking into her eyes, I dropped my gaze to her breasts. They didn’t make much dent in the army-issue shirt, so I guess they were very small. Her waist was small, but her hips fuller, and her arse filled out the trousers nicely. I moved closer to her and took her hands between mine. Soft, with long and slender fingers. From the room next door came a banging against the wall and deep moans. Wow, Parkins and Davis had wasted no time. Then, they looked like dykes from the start. Army bull-dykes in the making those two! They only lost about a millimetre of hair between them to the barber! I pulled Smith up off the bed, and placing my arm around her shoulder guided her to the doorway, then steered her to the doorway next door to get a look at the banging going on. Parkins was on the bed, her arse facing the door, on all fours. Her huge tits swung heavily under her. She appeared to have some sort of leather straps or reins attached to them through some sort of clamps, the straps then attached to the metal rails at the side of the bed. Every time she moved, the reins pulled on her nipples and distended them. Davis was wearing a harness with a big black cock sticking out. Her arse cheeks were solid muscle – taut and rippling. She was ramming the dildo into Parkins’ arse, pulling it out again and whamming it in again. This made the bed bang against the wall, which is what we had heard. Parkins was sending out loud, throaty, animal like grunts and moans. Smith recoiled at the sight and swooned with shock. I caught her into my arms as she fainted. I couldn’t take my eyes off Parkins and Davis. I had never even thought two great bulldyke Butches would fuck each other. I had been brought up to believe Butches only fucked femmes, though I did know a couple of lesbian couples where both wore dresses and lipstick; Marie and Carly had once told me they called themselves “lipstick dykes” and were both considered “femme”. Davis looked over her shoulder and barked at me “Get the bitch over here and on the bed under Parkins!” I complied without question. I dragged Smith, who was starting to come round. Davis stopped fucking, and Parkins momentarily got off the bed. She lifted Smith in her great arms and lay her on the bed and ripped her shirt open and pushed her bra up around her neck, to expose the most delectable tits! Who could have guessed from the cover of the army issue shirt! Parkins then resumed her position, her cunt now directly over Smith’s face. As Smith came round and focussed, she took in the view, and realised she was staring directly at a dyke’s gash. Davis had resumed her dildo banging, and Parkins was rocking back and forth, her nipples stretching with each movement. I had never been so excited in all my sexual life! I wasn’t quite sure what to Do, well, where to start. “Getcha gear off” directed Davis. “Can’t fuck with ya clothes on!” Well, I thought, you could, actually, but that would need a bit more finesse than these big dykes would want to worry about! So I tore my clothes off and stood close by the bed, wondering what to do! “Over behind me!” Davis snapped. “Give my arse a good licking!” Well, this was something I had done before, if not with a woman, so I stepped up to the challenge. I knelt on the floor behind Davis, and gingerly pushed the “g-string” of the harness to one side. I parted her taut buttocks, and dove my head into the crack. It smelt so different to a man! The juices she was emitting had a very different, salty, slightly fishy smell. It took a moment to get used to, but I inhaled deeply, and decided that I liked it. I stiffened my tongue and ran it around her puckered hole, then started to probe with the tip. “Mmmmmmmmm” I was liking this! I used my fingers to work her hole some more, and then plunged my tongue in as far as it would go. I became aware of a whimpering from the bed, and then a need to rearrange myself lower down. Davis had lowered herself in response to the fact that, on the bed, Parkins had forced her cunt over Smith’s mouth, and was rubbing her slit back and forward across her face. Smith was trying to use her hands to push Parkins off her, but had merely succeeded in grasping her by her clamped tits, which was exciting her even more. We're In The Army Now! Ch. 01 Davis stopped banging, and stood to one side, her dildo proudly standing out from her body. “Awwwww Parkins, can’t cha remember ya first time? Remember ya gotta go easy at first!” Parkins responded “Nah, can’t remember that long back. Ya just gotta get in at the deep end and swim. We’re in the army now, ya gotta be tough”. “Parkins! Davis!” came a voice from the hall I recognised as Kristy-Anne’s. “Atten-shun!” Davis snapped to attention, immediately in front of Kristy-Anne, her arm in a salute, the length of her cock the only distance between them. Parkins lifted herself from the bed and stood to attention next to Davis, and also saluted. “You!” Kristy-Anne indicated to me “Take Smith back to her room and provide some comfort”. She winked. “Parkins, Davis – there is time enough for gang bangs, but not this first night. Carry on,” she ordered and left the room. I helped Smith off the bed and lead her back to our room. Smith was leaning into my naked body. As we entered our room, it was the easiest thing in the world to tilt her head towards mine and kiss her full on the mouth. I could smell and taste Parkins on her, which excited me even more. I lead her gently to the bed, and lay her on it. I knelt over her and took her tits in my hands and very gently massaged them. Her nipples stiffened and she moved the lower part of her body in a slow, circular motion as I continued to knead her tits and kiss her ears, neck and mouth. I probed her mouth with my tongue, and found Smith was responding quite eagerly. I then sensed that Kristy-Anne had entered our room. She unbuckled Smith’s belt, unzipped her fly and undid the button. She gently pulled Smith’s trousers off her legs, and, taking one of my hands, placed it inside the big white bloomers over Smith’s mound. We both gasped, and my cousin left the room. I’ll tell you all about what happened next another time, but let’s just say that Smith and I discovered we are multi-multi orgasmic! We're In The Army Now! Ch. 02 After the shock of being near raped by the two bull dykes in the room next door, I was well aware that Smith was in need of a great deal of TLC. I removed my hand from inside her bloomers and took her delicate face between my hands and started to kiss her shy lips, there was, at first, no response. It was as if she had been rendered numb. I half expected her to push me away, but, slowly, gradually, I felt her lips begin to part, and my tongue gained entry to her soft mouth. "Honey, relax. We're in the army now, and we have to follow orders. We might as well enjoy it" I breathed into her ear. "We've come here for different reasons, but we must come together as a unit." I had decided I had my ideas of cumming together, and the challenge Kristi-Anne had given me with Smith was one I was beginning to relish. One sight of her beautiful tits had confirmed that! I gently eased Smith onto the narrow bed. I sat over her, and stroked her firm, pert, small breasts with their incredibly pretty nipples. I rubbed flattened hands over her nips, barely touching them, allowing the static electricity between us to excite them. I started to play with her boobs, squashing them together and releasing them, tweaking and circling her nips, then bowing my head to them and starting to lick them all over. This was all instinct with me! I had never made love to another woman before, but I figured that what I would have liked was probably going to make her responsive. It worked like a charm, and my little virgin girlfriend started to respond. Her nipples became hard under my attentions, and I was now able to suck more strongly, rolling her nips around in my mouth, alternately running my tongue all around, and nibbling and sucking them. Smith had not only stopped whimpering – she had arched her neck back and parted her lips. She was taking short breaths and I even thought I heard an occasional low moan. Wow, was I enjoying this! Not only my first woman, but I was going to be her first ever fuck! The rush of excitement made itself felt in my cunt. I had endured so much bad sex over the past few years, I couldn't believe how naturally wet I was getting. For all the roughness, I had been very turned on by what I had witnessed in the next room, and I could still hear their bed banging against our party wall, and all sorts of filthy language coming through. I made up my mind that I was going to enjoy a bang with those two before too long. I left one hand on Smith's tit, and used it to caress and fondle while I once again raised my mouth to hers. This time as my tongue found its way inside, I felt fleeting contact with hers. I went in search of it again, and chased her tongue with mine. Before too long they were darting about together. We were locked together in a passionate, never-ending kiss. I was now fantasising about endless fucking – Smith lying in the shallows on a tropical, white sand beach, my face lost in her wet and eager cunt, my tongue a probing soft cock, with the two Butches assaulting my own arse and box of juice . . . Smith started wriggling under my kisses and the attention to her breasts. All of a sudden she broke the kiss, and my reverie, and pushed me away. It was as if she had awoken from the shock she had been in. "You – you – you too? You are a fi-fi-fi-filthy lezzie too?" "Well, not until tonight, honey" I assured her, at the same time moving forward to nuzzle her neck. "But by jingo, you are hot! Has no-one ever told you before that you have the most beautiful tits anyone could imagine?" Smith blushed and tried to cover her breasts, but all she succeeded in doing was brushing her hands across her nipples, which made them stiffen again. She seemed a little surprised by her own response and gasped. It threw her off balance sufficiently long enough for me to dive my head towards one, and suck as much into my mouth as I could. "Oooooooooh" Smith let out a long sigh, and at last seemed to settle into the inevitable. She was still wearing those army issue huge underpants, so I started planning how to get them off, and get my fingers onto her unpopped cherry. At that moment I heard Kristy-Anne at my door. "Recruits! What's happening here! You are too slow. You need discipline." Oh, no, I thought, this is going to blow things completely – Smith will freeze completely. But, much to my surprise, Smith's eyes widened, her pupils dilated, her tits swelled and her nipples became engorged. For Smith could see Kristy-Anne over my shoulder. I turned slightly, and there she was, clad in black leather mistress gear. She was flicking a small riding crop against her thigh high patent leather boots. A body-hugging leather "outfit" was all else she "wore," though it covered only the bottom part of her tits, exposing her nipples. It was cut high on the thighs and exposed her belly, pubic area and slit. "Smith – underwear off!" she barked. "Bend over." Smith complied immediately, and then felt the force of the riding crop across her bare arse. Not once, but twice . . . no three times! "As your Commanding Officer, I order you onto that bed. Place your feet on the rails at the end of the bed, and spread your legs!" "You," she pointed the crop at me, "Spread her lips. Show me her hymen and expose her bud. NOW!" Smith arranged herself as commanded, and I knelt at the end of the bed and spread her cunt lips wide. I took her clit between thumb and forefinger and found it already engorged, but gently massaged it to coax the shiny pearl from its protective shell. Smith writhed on the bed. But by now, it was with excitement rather than in protest. My fingers were getting drenched with her slick juices. By instinct, I offered my hand to Kristy-Anne to lick. She acknowledged this, took my hand and wiped the slick across her own nipples. She then returned my hand to Smith's folds. "The virgin is right for the taking" I was told. "Stretch her with your tongue!" At last, my shorn head was diving into muff. I had waited to tip the velvet for so long, without even knowing that this is what I so craved. I let my tongue glide along each fold of her cunt lips, then circled her hole. I stiffened my tongue, and started probing deeper, first by thrusting the tip against the thin membrane of resistance. After not too long I could feel the pressure ease, and my tongue was dipping inside about 4 centimetres! I had done it, I had deflowered Smith! It wasn't as dramatic as I had imagined it might be, yet Smith was going wild! She was threshing around on the bed, and I became aware that she was grunting and groaning in a way not unlike the bulldykes next door! I was so hot for the job I started sucking and nibbling as well as tonguing. Then I knew that a tongue-lashing wasn't going to be enough to satisfy the butterfly that had emerged from this cocoon! Fingers had to be next, so I thrust one deep inside her, then two. Smith drew in a huge breath each time I added a finger, and gasped as I pumped them in and out. Her cunt was so tight, she must have felt she was going to be torn apart. Yet within minutes there was cum juice slithering all over my hand, and Smith's body was convulsed in her first ever orgasm. I withdrew my fingers from her box, and went up to Smith's side. I wafted my cummy fingers under her nose, and placed my index finger at the side of her mouth. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them her mouth, and sucked voraciously at her own cum. At that I heard clapping, and turned. Smith opened her eyes and we were staring at all the recruits clustered around Kristy-Anne applauding! "Better late than never" barked Davis. "Now, your turn" Kristy-Anne flicked her crop at me. "And you shall be MY pleasure." We're In The Army Now! Ch. 03 This is for all the devoted fans of Lesbian Army Life, who pleaded and requested more…enjoy! Smith and I had grown together as a couple more than we could have imagined that first day when we had been thrown together in barracks. Smith and I now fit together as buddies, comrades and lovers. We went to sleep each night sucking each other out, we often woke in the night and rocked ourselves back to sleep with our regulation Army issue dildo, and when Smith woke promptly at 5.07am each morning (a lifetime habit, apparently), she shook the morning heebie jeebies out of me by squeezing my tits as a prelude to another round of delectable fucking. There had been plenty of bad sex in my life, and nothing, simply nothing, as good as what I had been getting the last 21 days and nights. Far from feeling tired and worn out though, I was invigorated, energised, in a constant state of tingling arousal and anticipation. Sometimes I found that I had to break off whatever I was doing, be it polishing my boots, or waxing the leather harness that held our chickdicks and seek release, from my own hands if alone, or preferably with Smith sucking and fucking with me. Saturday morning three weeks later, and we were called on Parade before sunrise. Smith and I were half way towards cumming, but knew we had to rush into our fatigues, pull on our leather boots and be present for Parade. We arrived just in time and then our CO, my cousin Kristy-Anne, began to bark orders. We stumbled through our drills as the sun began to spread its first weak beams across the parade ground. Immediately after Parade it was haircut time. I usually went Wednesday and Saturday for a touch up shave around my ears and up the back of my neck. The only difference now was that I was beginning to tan in these hitherto unexposed places, and the crisp ‘white walls' were disappearing. I was soooo wet for the feel of stubble that I had an orgasm every time the barber turned on the clippers! Initially Smith had resisted the weekly barber shop visit – in the first couple of weeks she still missed her long hair. She said she felt more exposed and naked with her buzzcut than she did with her pantyless cunt in my face! But as she got used to being in my face, she too began to look forward to the hum and buzz of the clippers. This was major fetish territory we had entered, all thanks to the Army. This week I had decided to get Smith's pussy shaved. Not only had I never made love with another woman until 3 weeks ago, nothing would have been further from my mind in that other fast-receding life than believing I would desire a woman with a bald pussy! But the last few days and nights I had thought of little else. Now I had experienced the pleasure of sliding my tongue along the smooth inner folds of her rose petal cunt lips, what would it feel like running my tongue over a smooth bare mound? What would the sight be like of her tantalising bud, the hood peeled back, the glistening tiny orb standing red and proud? And then, what would it feel like in a week, rasping my tongue over the stubbly regrowth? I was lost in these thoughts, feeling the humid wetness spreading between my legs when I sensed that Kristy-Anne had dismissed the company and Smith was standing breast to breast with me her sweet breath blowing gently in my ear as she whispered "An orgasm for your thoughts!" I grabbed her immediately and pulled her across the parade ground to the timber hut housing the barbershop. I sat her on the top step, just as we had done on our first day when she had sobbed for her lost tresses. "Smith, do you trust me?" She replied "Honey, we're in the army now. We have learned to be comrades. We have learned to trust each other whole-heartedly. You don't need to ask!" "Good", I replied, "because I have a surprise for you. But you must trust me entirely." I pulled from my pants pocket a cotton bandana, and placed it over Smith's eyes, then tied it at the back of her head, blindfolding her. Smith merely sighed and placed her small soft hands on my hips as I stood in front of her. She leaned forward so that her nose was nudging into the v between my legs. She started laughing as she detected dampness, and sniffed in my scent of arousal… I pulled Smith to her feet, guided her to an about face and opened the door at the top of the step. It lead directly into the barbershop. Over in the corner the head barber was busying herself with cutthroat razors and leather strops, sharpening the tools for the Saturday influx. I could see her checking the various clippers arrayed along the benches, and the different comb attachments. Nattrass was the name of the barber –a Staff Sergeant with a well-defined, muscular body. It was rumoured that her torso, arms and legs were covered with tattoos, but none of the recruits had ever seen an indication as her limbs were always completely covered whenever we were in her domain. What was distinctive and extraordinary was that she shaved her head all over (mmmmmmmm), but on her chin sported a small goatee beard! I had elderly aunts back home who developed facial hair in old age, but I had never seen a woman in what must have been her early 30's with a beard. I wondered whether she took male hormones. Nattrass looked up and saw us reflected in the mirror. She opened her mouth to bark an order when she saw Smith was blindfolded. I pushed Smith into the large red barber's chair and put my index finger to my mouth to indicate to Nattrass a complicity of silence, and at the same time approached her on the other side of the room. I stood to attention and saluted. Nattrass indicated I should stand easy, and in silence raised a quizzical eyebrow. In response, I pointed to one of the cutthroat razors and then to Smith. Nattrass followed my gesticulations, and then broke into a broad grin when I went and stood next to Smith, pointed to her cunt and mimed a lathering up and shaving motion. She dipped her head in conspiratorial assent. I leant over and kissed Smith behind her ears, then trailed kisses down her neck and eventually onto her lips. Smith was such a great kisser and always managed to intensify my desire just via contact with her mouth and tongue. As I was kissing her, Nattrass lowered the large leather barber's chair and titled it back and then taking Smith's wrists, placed them in clamps which attached to the sides of the chair. Smith winced slightly and pulled against the cuffs, but Nattrass was smoothly fixing matching clamps around her ankles. I placed my hand over Smith's mound and stroked it through her khaki trousers, knowing Smith, against Army routine, would have neglected to put on underwear. Smith had confided to me that she adored the feel of the heavy cotton twill seam against her clit and cunt; it helped keep her aroused all day. It also left a moist slick which hardened after a few days into a crusty residue on her trousers which she pushed my nose in to when she undressed at night. It always made me even hornier, and meant each night started once more with a fuck-scene. Once Smith was securely cuffed, and remained blindfolded, I stripped off my drill shirt and pants. I spread my legs very wide and, now Smith's head was horizontal, and low to the floor, I straddled the barber's chair, my twat directly above Smith's face. She sniffed a little, then again, and a smile spread across her face as she realised what she was smelling. Slowly, I lowered myself so that my gash was a millimetre from Smith's mouth. She had started darting her tongue out, sensing what was so near….and with the next slash of her tongue I clamped my hole over her mouth. Smith made the only movements possible for her ….she lapped and slurped at my cunt, and raised her mound from the chair as far as her legs, clamped securely in place, would allow her. As I was facing her mound, I placed my hands firmly on her inner thighs and pushed down, holding her still. At that moment, Nattrass, using a soft shaving brush, swirled the brush with shaving cream all over Smith's surprisingly hairy twat. She had long, straight hair, almost like head, rather than pubic hair. I was now losing count of the number of times I had buried my face in it and licked the drops of chick-dew from them. Smith tried to gasp at the sensation of the brush, but found it impossible as I twisted my wide open slit more securely against her mouth and chin. I was grinding my clit against her jaw bone, and holding her pussy firm as Nattrass took up the razor and started to shave Smith as bare as a baby. Smith winced a little as she felt the cold metal scrape against her mound. "Hold still baby" I urged Smith, "and nothing will get hurt". Smith, realising what was happening to her, complied. In fact, the urgency and vigour with which she ate me out increased to a frantic pace. I could feel the release welling in me, and knew I was going to spurt juice all over her in the near future. But I held it back, waiting for what I judged would be the right moment. Now Nattrass no longer needed my help keeping Smith quiet, I released my hands and used them to tweak and fondle my own tits. I have never had a problem making myself cum this way, but never as sensationally as in the weeks since I had joined the Army and discovered my Inner Dyke! Nattrass scraped the last of the cream and hair from her blade, and dabbed a small towel over Smith's now bare womanhood. She went to her steamer and came back with a steaming hot towel. At the moment that she placed it over Smith's cunt, I rased myself slightly from Smith's face – she let out an almighty scream at the unexpected heat, and I screamed my almighty orgasm, squirting woman-cum directly into Smith's open mouth and more such that it dribbled on her nose, down her cheeks and across her chin. At that moment, the door was flung open and the outline of Kristy-Anne appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the strong sun behind her, legs astride, riding crop in hand, and a furious look on her face. "You!" she pointed the crop at me "Off!" I trembled as I backed off and stood at the head of the chair. Kristy-Anne strode into the room, ripped the blindfold from Smith's eyes, and cracked her crop against her cunt. "Who gave permission for this?" she demanded. By this time Nattrass was standing to attention and saluting. Her goatee-chin was pointed out, her eyes focussed on the far wall. "It was all my idea" I stammered…"I didn't realise there was a prohibition on shaving cunts…." My voice trailed off. "There is NOW" barked Kristy Ann. "You are going to pay for this immediately." She ordered me to raise my arms and cross them above my head. She gesticulated to Nattrass, who seemed to understand her eye movements and body language. The barber appeared at my side with an array of leather straps and metal. She strapped my hands together, and, forming a strap loop of about a foot, led me to the far wall, where, high up there were spigots emerging from the wall. She then attached a clamp through the leather binding and attached me to the wall. I was standing on tiptoes, my arms stretched above my body. Nattrass then attached metal clamps to each of my nipples. I was writhing as this occurred – I had heard about this wacko bondage stuff, and wanted no part of it. But each time I strained or physically resisted, Kristy Ann flicked her crop across my arse, my tits or my snatch. Oh, my god, I thought, Kristy Ann is going to torture me….this will be the end of my Army career. Smith has been watching all this and crying out, however she was helpless to move, as she was still clamped firmly to the barber's chair. Although I was at the end of the room closest to Smith's head I could see her quivering, bare, white mound, and could imagine the gaping honeypot between her legs. I longed to fuck it and lick it and suck it and spend hours buried amidst its velvety smoothness. Such should have been my due. Instead, I thought, I am going to be brutalised by my cousin! As that thought lingered in my imagination, Kristy-Anne unzipped her standard Army issue trousers. She fiddled inside a moment, and out popped a huge dildo! My god, that's bigger than any cock I've ever known, even in my whoring days I had never seen anything like it. I was starting to warm to the sight of it, especially when attached to my beautiful cousin! My cunt spasmed a little in appreciation, thinking this wouldn't be too bad after all! But, Kristy Ann turned the tables again and went to the opposite end of the room, at Smith's feet. She looked into MY eyes as she plunged that monstrous chickdick into Smith….. We're In The Army Now! Ch. 04 My humble apologies for deserting my loyal readers over such a long time. Forces and circumstances beyond my control, I am afraid. I hope you enjoy the next instalment. . . (you may find it pleasurable to read parts 1, 2 and 3 as well) ********* My cousin, my Commanding Officer in every way, Kristy-Ann, was screwing the beejesus out of my girlfriend, fellow army recruit, Smith. She had a huge chick-dick that she forced brutishly into Smith's now runny cunny. Who was this mad dominatrix trying to torture -- me or Smith? Or both of us? Well, that's a no-brainer! In the 21 days since Smith and I had arrived at basic training camp we had been turned into ferocious dykes. There's no polite way of saying it -- we were now cunt crunchers. And that's what this elite women-only unit wanted from us. They demanded absolute loyalty to your buddies, and had recruited Kristy-Ann to forge new methods of achieving those special bonds. Kristy-Ann knew that if the women in her command had an unquenchable thirst for each others' bodies, they would fight alligators in swamps, sharks in oceans and sandflies in deserts to protect their lovers. Smith had been turned from a demure and insipid private school virgin, and I from an ex-whoring hippie to loyal and partisan lesbians. But this was a whole other thing. I was strapped to a wall, my arms tied in twisted leather shackles as I watched my relative fuck my girl in the barber shop. I was loving every minute of it, and getting hornier and squirmier with every bang of the dildo into the delicious hole at then centre of the pussy which had been shaved bare not five minutes earlier. Smith's eye covering bandana had been removed, and she looked at me with the filmy vision of the sexually enraptured. Nattrass, the barber, was still standing at attention, her goatee bearded chin twitching as she observed the scene in her domain. I could only guess if Nattrass actually ever had sex, she lived on a camp stretcher in the corner of her wooden hut, and didn't share barracks with the other recruits, or officers. Kristy-Ann flicked her riding crop in Nattrass's direction, and in an instant the older woman was ripping at my fatigues, and cutting down the side of my trousers with a pair of giant shears. She then knelt on the hard floor and, pressing her face into my honeybox, cupped my ass in her huge hands and pushed me closer, closer, closer into her face. She slashed wildly at my slit with her tongue, and gripped my clit between her teeth, ever so carefully, but nevertheless with great force, causing it to twist this way and that. I was in fucking delights of agony. Smith was cumming hard and I was about to do the same. It happened. With a crescendo of noise we writhed in the limited way we could given we were both shackled in our different ways. Kristi-Ann turned to me and said "Your pleasure, Mesdames, is our pleasure." Turning to me, she pointed towards a glass fronted cabinet housing all the barber's paraphernalia and said " When I observed on the closed circuit TV your initiative in having Smith's box shaved smooth, I rushed over here immediately. Well done!" So this was a reward, not punishment! How much better life is now we're in the Army! And yet, I wanted more. My sexual insatiability was becoming a niggling worry. I could hardly make it through a meal, a parade, an exercise or any activity without wantonly desiring more sexual gratification. And this, too Kristy-Ann had anticipated, so her next announcement was more like the punishment I had expected. As soon as she released us from our bonds, she barked "Collect your bivouac kits from barracks IMMEDIATELY, and report to the Parade Ground. You are each going to spend a week in the forests, starting 20 miles apart from each other. Your job is to hunt each other down like prey in order to satisfy your lust. You must use ALL your senses to complete this task." What she didn't tell us was that each of the other recruit-couples had already been sent out with the same mission. A dozen dykes hyped up and gagging for sex out in the woods....