The Treatment Tent

Spc. Delacruz pushed through the door of C Platoon's sleep tent, completely exhausted. The twenty-year old woman laid her gear on the floor next to her cot and flopped down on it. She was just beginning to doze off when her two colleagues, Lt. Marsett and Sgt. Young came in from the treatment tent.

"Hard shift, Luce?" twenty-six-year old Linda Marsett asked as she took up a cot to the right of Spc. Delacruz.

"Yeah, but at least we had the Humvee out there. The wind got real bad sometimes," Lucy responded. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

"Nope, we just stayed in the treatment tent. I don't even know why I volunteered for this deployment. Never mind that it flat out sucks here, I haven't gotten laid since we've been here. I've never gone this long without sex in my life."

"You're telling me," said Marian Young as she sat on Lucy's left. "And to think, we've only been out here a month. What are we gonna do?" lamented the twenty-one-year old.

Lucy sat up. "Learn to masturbate, I guess. I spent the last hour of my guard shift fingering myself, I'm not gonna lie. I waited until Sgt. Macon fell asleep, slipped a finger under my buttons, and just had at it unto our relief got there." The three medics shared a laugh, but they were all in the same dire straits: already it had been a month or so since any of them had gotten laid, and they weren't scheduled to return from Camp Centurion, Kuwait for another five months. Marian reached under her cot. "Well, I made sure to bring my pal Bob along."

"No you didn't!" and "You're kidding me!" the other two ladies exclaimed as Marion produced a small bullet from her field pack. She began undoing her clothes, effortlessly slipped the device into her panties and turned it on before buttoning her pants back up. Linda could only shake her head. "You can keep the toys, Mary, but I do know this: I'm so horny I might just fuck the next guy who comes into that treatment tent!"

Marian snuggled up in her sleeping bag, the small vibrator sending constant waves of pleasure through her body. "Fat chance of that happening tonight; it's 12:30 in the morning. I'm going to sleep... good night ya'll."

"Night, Marian," Lucy said as she changed into PT's and joined Linda in the treatment tent. "I'm not tired, so I'll stay up in here if it's all right, ma'am."

"Sure, I could use the company. Plus you'll be off shift till noon tomorrow." The two chit-chatted for a while about what any twenty-something girlfriends talk about: sex, sex, and more sex. Suddenly they were surprised by a knock at the door of the tent. "Come in," Linda responded and the door creaked open and then quickly shut. Lucy recognized the visitor immediately. It was Cpl. Mike Richards, one of the communications maintenance technicians in B Platoon, and he was clutching his right shoulder. "Hey, Mike, what are you doing up at this hour?"

"Well, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go play some ball. At one point, I went up for a dunk and I think I held on to the rim too long, because my legs went out from under me and I fell on my arm."

"All right, just take a seat, remove your shirt and I'll be right back," Linda directed him before pulling Lucy aside. "All right, he doesn't weigh much, so I think it may just be muscle trauma from actually landing on his shoulder. Give him a quick look over until I get back."

Lucy was shocked. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to, uh, scrub in." She went into the sleep tent, leaving Lucy completely speechless. She knew exactly what was on the lieutenant's mind, and really couldn't blame her. Cpl. Richards was definitely a piece of work; he was easily 6'2" if not taller, and although not very bulky, his muscles were extremely well defined. Plus, from all their time working together, Lucy knew that Linda had a thing for black men, although (in her words, anyway) she had never been with one.

Linda, meanwhile, came back from the sleep tent smelling of baby wipes, the quick and easy hygiene solution of choice in this environment. She had also taken her hair down; no big deal, it was after 1 AM and unlikely that anyone of importance (or high rank) would be coming in at this late hour. She sent Lucy away and Lucy went outside, not back into the sleep tent, impliedly to make sure no one else came in. Linda looked Mike over and put him on some Skelaxin and two weeks of rest. Mike got up to grab his shirt and leave, but Linda sat him back down. "On second thought, maybe a massage would get rid of that pain a little quicker... if that's all right with you, of course?"

Mike was speechless. Something was amiss here, but it wasn't like he couldn't defend himself if it came down to it. "Sure, I trust you won't hurt me anymore," he said with a half-hearted chuckle. Linda giggled. "Don't worry, you're in good hands." She dropped the back of the exam chair to level and swung her stool behind his head. Mike couldn't help but be a little nervous: a female lieutenant was volunteering to put her hands on him, and in a very erotic manner at that. You're thinking too much, dude, Mike thought. She probably just wants to rub on you for a little bit, maybe get horny enough to go do herself, but she wouldn't take the risk of fucking you here and now, she's too smart for that. Besides, she's right; maybe a massage would do the trick. Mike closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.

Linda worked on the young man's shoulder for a good while, and it was clear that she was enjoying it as much as he was. She was now letting her hands roam across his chest, and she occasionally swept her hair across his face. Mike couldn't help but jump a little when she did that, as hair was a big turn-on for him. She looked down at him and smiled. "You like my hair, huh?"

"Umm..." Mike really didn't know what to say; there was the right answer, then there was the truth. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so? Stand up." Mike did as she ordered. "Now, how quiet can you be?"

"Extremely, if the situation calls for it," Mike whispered.

She slipped a finger under her shorts and held it under Mike's nose. "Trust me, it calls for it." She nearly ripped Mike's shorts off, exposing his massive hard-on. "Looks like you need some as much as I do," she said.

"I can tell... well, it's there for you... I'm sure you know what to do with it." Mike was still keeping his guard up on the off-chance she was bullshitting him.

"Hmm... I'm not too sure I do, maybe you should show me?" She was being coy, which Mike didn't like one little bit. If she was being any less than one hundred percent for real, he could end up in big trouble. But, like his father had always told him, big risks equal big rewards. He pushed Linda down to her knees and pointed his dick right at her lips. To both his surprise and relief, they parted and eagerly consumed his cock. She let out a low 'mmmmmmmm' as she nursed on his tip, her eyes first bulging with delight, then slowly closing as she basked in the sheer pleasure of having a dick in her mouth. She kept her hands at her sides while engulfing as much of his rod as she could. Mike was loving every moment of it; she was an excellent cocksucker, working her vacuum-like orifice over six of his eight inches.

After a few minutes, Linda slid her bottoms off and laid down on the now flat exam table. "Give it to me good, but be gentle," she told Mike. He nodded in comprehension as he took his position between her legs. She guided him to her entrance, and he finished the journey on his own. Linda let out a low, throaty moan; it felt wonderful to finally have a flesh and blood cock in her pussy, and her first black one at that. She'd heard about how sexually superior black men supposedly were from the Internet; the stories she'd heard couldn't have been about Mike, but given the circumstances he'd suffice. He had a big dick, without a doubt, just not some of the monsters she'd heard some women talking about impaling themselves on. He was fucking her deeply but slowly, and while she was enjoying herself, she knew she wouldn't really be able to get off at such a pace.

Eventually Mike pulled out and stepped away from Linda. She was tempted to ask him to continue, but shrugged it off; she guessed she'd be able to get him again if she really wanted him, and there was no point having a cock inside her that wasn't going to get her off, regardless of how good it felt. As she turned to look at him, she could see that he was still hard as a rock. He put his shirt and shorts on, adjusted his bulge, gathered his rifle and protective mask, and then left without so much as a word. Linda would have been offended had she looked at him as more than some random guy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Her cunt twitched as she pulled her panties on, a tell-tale sign that she was still horny.

As he left, he ran into Lucy. "I guess it's safe for you to go back in now," he said with a shrug.

Lucy followed him as he walked off. "No way... did you really fuck her?" she whispered, not wanting to be overheard by her boss, who was certainly listening at the door of the tent.

Mike chuckled. "I normally make it a policy not to put my business out in the street, but I'm sure if I don't tell you, she will... let's go smoke."

"OK, let me grab my cigarettes," she replied as she went back into the tent. In truth Mike didn't smoke, but the smoking area was at least a hundred feet away from the nearest sleeping tent. He checked his watch; it was 1:15 AM. No way would there be anyone out there at this time of night, he surmised.

Meanwhile, Lucy retrieved a pack of cigarettes from her uniform pocket and noticed Linda preparing to lay down. "Hey, LT?" she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to smoke."

"All right, just make sure you take all your stuff with you." With that she pulled her sleeping bag over her head, not (yet) thinking anything out of the ordinary. Lucy did so, securing her own weapon and mask as camp protocol dictated. She stepped outside and found that Cpl. Richards was already gone, so she assumed he had gone ahead of her to the smoking area, which is exactly where she found him. Once there, and sure they were alone, he told her most of the details; that the lieutenant had been a decent lay, but the environment really didn't allow either of them to fully enjoy themselves.

"Really?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah, I could tell she wasn't really getting off on the slow stuff. Which is cool, not all women do, but that just happens to be my forte, and it works for me. She wanted to get her brains fucked out."

"Well, I know she's been reading a lot on the Internet about how much better black men are in bed than other types of guys."

"Oh lord..." Mike sighed. "The problem with the Internet is you can never be too sure how real the people you're dealing with are. I've been immersed in the online interracial dating culture, so to speak, for a while now. Some people are just airing out fantasies, and sometimes you see white men pretending to be white women talking about their "love for big-dicked black men," and a bunch of other bullshit." Mike took a moment to survey their surroundings; they were still alone. "But the bottom line is, if I wasn't to her standards tonight, oh well. If she decides to give me the pussy again, great; if not, I will certainly not lose sleep over it..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Please," Mike sneered. "I know when a woman is having a good time during sex. She wasn't, and to tell you the truth the earth wasn't exactly moving for me either. So I figured, no need to waste my time any further; just chalk this one up to a piece of ass that I was lucky enough to get, and move on."

"How can you be so sure she wasn't enjoying herself, though?"

"How could she, or I, or anyone for that matter, enjoy sex like that? When you've got a tent full of people within earshot that you have to struggle to not wake up? Sex is supposed to be loud and passionate, not quiet and subdued, unless you're just trying for a quickie."

"I guess..."

Mike cocked an eyebrow and looked at Lucy. "What do you mean, 'you guess?'"

"I don't know. I mean, I've had sex before, but I don't think I've ever really had *good* sex."

"Interesting... define 'good sex?'"

"Umm, I don't know..."

"In that case, I can tell you you've never had good sex," Mike said, trying half-heartedly to stifle a laugh. "Wait a second, I just realized something," he said, stiffening up.

"What?"

"I have just given you knowledge of a criminal act."

"What? You think I would actually snitch on my LT?" Lucy said, sounding more than a little offended.

"No, but I do think..." He paused for a moment as he once again scanned the area, this time seemingly focusing his attention on a semi-trailer on the far side of the camp.

"You think what?"

"I think that both your LT and I would sleep better knowing your silence was... a little bit more assured."

"What do you mean?" Lucy said, silently grasping her weapon.

"I mean, what has she offered you to keep quiet? I mean, even if we hadn't had this conversation, you'd have known something went on between the two of us, right?"

"I could have guessed, but what do you mean, 'offered me?' She didn't offer me anything."

Mike smiled. "Very interesting." He parted his knees and leaned in closer to Lucy. "What if I offered you something?"

"Like what?"

"Give me your hand." Lucy did so, albeit reluctantly, and Mike placed it squarely in his crotch, where in the darkness he was hiding an impressive bulge yet again.

"Oh my god, that thing is huge!" Lucy gasped as she rubbed his dick.

"Mmm-hmm. Here's what I'm offering: I'm offering what could quite possibly be the best sex you have ever had in your life."

Lucy's better judgement told her to say no, but she was in no better straits than Lt. Marsett. And since the lieutenant had taken it upon herself to seize such an opportunity, why shouldn't she? Only she would be sure not to waste it. "Where would we do it?"

"Follow me," Mike said as he rose to his feet and started moving around the outskirts of the camp. Lucy followed him, and the eventually arrived at the semi-trailer Mike had been so fixated on earlier. He led Lucy to the back door to wait while he went and opened the side door. Eventually he came out the back door, escorted Lucy inside the darkness of the trailer, went outside to lock the side door and returned through the back door, locking it from the inside. "That does it," he said." From the outside, nobody would even know there was anyone in here."

"Oh OK... so do you work with Private Hollis?"

"I sure enough do. Why do you ask?"

"That's Ward's boyfriend. She told me he brought her down her the other night." Michelle Ward was another medic, and she had been dating Paul Hollis at least since Mike had been in the unit, which had been some two years and change.

"I knew it. We busted his balls about it too, but he denied it. Not that I blame him. But, I'm sure you didn't come down here to talk about them." He had now followed the sound of her voice directly to her mouth, and verified its location with his own mouth, using his hands to ascertain the orientation of the rest of her. She was sitting on one of the workbenches, and had stripped down to her bra and panties. They were frilly, lacy things, not the kind one would expect to find a soldier wearing on a deployment to the desert. What they were was merely an afterthough, however, as soon enough Lucy was *not* wearing them. Lucy removed her bra while Mike handed her her panties, which she placed together with the rest of her clothes. Mike moved from her head to her chest, cupping one of her breasts in hand and filling his mouth with the other. They weren't very big, B-cups at the most, but she had enormous nipples, which Mike adored. He tugged at one with his teeth, eliciting a stifled moan of pleasure. Mike kissed her again. "Baby, you can be as loud as you want to in here; *nobody* can hear us."

"You sure?" she whimpered.

"Positive. Our platoon sergeant was smart." Mike resumed his nipple sucking, which caused Lucy to moan increasingly louder, as if she was finally starting to get over her nerves. Suddenly Mike dropped to his knees and, without so much as a word of warning, ran his tongue up Lucy's leaking slit. The resulting jolt almost sent Lucy crashing to the floor, but she was able to brace herself. She was crab-style in mid-air, her feet on one bench and her hands on the other, with Mike on the floor lapping at her cunt in the middle. All inhibitions were gone now, as Lucy was now screaming out in throes of ecstasy. Mike licked her inside and out for what seemed like an eternity until she finally came, dropping her legs onto his shoulders as she did; supporting her own weight in such a manner was now too daunting a task.

Mike moved her back into position on the bench, turning her to an angle so that she could lay fully back. He rubbed her pussy; she was soaking wet and still seemingly climaxing at every touch. She gyrated her hips to move along with him. He lined his cock up with her twat, then slowly inserted himself into her, her back arching more and more the deeper he went. "Fuck," she gasped, "I knew it was big, but I didn't know it was *that* big!"

"I get that a lot," Mike laughed as he began to work the member in question in, out, and against Lucy's sex. Her moans echoed off the walls of the van, providing a perfect rhythm for him to fuck her. She started talking nasty to him: how no one had ever fucked her this good before, how this pussy was all his, how much she loved his dick, and how it was the biggest and best she'd ever had. He might have been inclined to disbelieve her, but the squeezing her cunt was putting on his cock told the true story.

Lucy spent the next fifteen minutes feeling Mike's dick repeatedly swell inside her, not realizing it wasn't him getting *bigger,* but rather her getting *smaller* as she climaxed over and over again, until finally she was locked into one continuous orgasm. Mike, meanwhile, felt his own release building up. He knew it would be neither prudent to come inside her, nor discreet to come on her and possibly risk making a mess that they wouldn't be able to clean up fully. He rested his head against her g-spot and played with her clit while he pondered what to do. He was in no rush to come to a decision, because Lucy was loving this new kind of attention her pussy was getting; no man had ever thought to tease her clit, pussy, and g-spot simultaneously. The resulting orgasms were a different animal altogether; more violent, sharper, and attacked different points of her. When she had cum enough to satisfy him, Mike let his hardon slip from her tunnel and placed her on her knees. He jacked himself off as she sucked what she could, and even in the dark he had no problems aiming hot blasts of semen down her accepting throat.

Mike handed her her pile of clothes and opened the back door of the van so she could get dressed. He himself dressed in the dark, as his night eyes were almost flawless, and what he couldn't find with them he used his other senses for. Once he had dressed and both soldiers had secured their sensitive items, they took separate routes back to the camp, but not before agreeing to keep this up as long as they could keep it a secret. Unfortunately, that effort was doomed from the start. In her anticipation, Lucy had forgotten her smokes at the smoking area. When she went to retrieve them, Lt. Marsett was waiting there for her.

Lucy knew she was in trouble the moment the lieutenant looked at her watch and locked her up at the position of attention. "It is now 2:30 in the morning. You said you were going to smoke at 1:15. Where the hell have you been all this time, Spc. Delacruz, and the idea of lying to me had better not even cross your mind."