It was always good weather in Hawaii. Except when the storms came. Private Lovall was out on a training mission when a tropical storm came in and disrupted the exercise. But, a little wind and rain wasn't going to stop a field exercise for the infantry troops out on the range. They hunkered down, kept the tents and camo netting in place, and waited it out.
The unit had gone out to the range the week before. Bad weather had not been predicted, but that didn't matter. Training had to go on. Ashley Lovall had been attached to the infantry platoon to record their efforts in the field. She was a combat photographer and the only female in the area, so she received some stares from fellow troopers. One of those was Staff Sergeant Jacob Anderson.
It was late at night and Private Lovall was sharing a tent with seven other soldiers. They were all men, but she didn't mind being with them. She was a good soldier, and she never tried to look for special privileges because of her sex. She made do, like all soldiers do. Now she was listening to all the snoring going around her. She needed to take a pee. The storm had abated. In fact, it seemed to have stopped for now. She could see moonlight outside.
She was quiet as she moved out, after putting a rain parka over herself, and slipping on her boots. She didn't bother putting on all of her Army Combat Uniform, but she did carry her weapon. No soldier in the field left their weapon unsecured. She intended to just go out, find a tree, and relieve herself. She moved to the nearest acacia trees, and found a spot to empty her bladder.
As she had left the tent Sergeant Anderson was approaching the area. He was checking on his men, making sure they were all where they belonged. He would get a couple of hours of sleep after he knew everything was well.
He noticed Lovall heading out in the moonlight. He didn't recognize her at first, so he followed to see where this soldier was going.
He was moving quietly. He always did when in the field. This was combat training, and he took it seriously. That's why he was a staff sergeant at the age of thirty. He was a good soldier. He followed Lovall and saw her lifting her parka as she squatted and began pissing. She softly moaned as the pee squirted out, giving her a little tingle. She was horny.
So was Anderson. As soon as he noted who was there, with her legs spread apart in the moonlight, he felt a movement in his crotch. He backed up behind an acacia, and quickly pulled his hardening cock out of his ACU pants. He started stroking as she was wiping her pussy with some tissues she always carried for this purpose.
Then, she swiftly glanced around, and seeing no one, she leaned back against the acacia. She began rubbing her clit with a thumb and put two fingers into her shaven pussy. Her slit was still a little damp from the piss, and now was dripping a little fluid from her finger fucking. She moaned softly and licked her fingers before continuing to fondle her swollen pussy lips.
Anderson's prick was getting a workout from his calloused hand. His mouth was wide, allowing him to breathe heavily while maintaining silence. Lovall had no idea he was observing her, or that he was getting harder with each stroke. Then as she shuddered with a come he moved quietly towards her. Lovall had her eyes closed, and her pussy was now pulsing with another orgasm.
He was about a yard from her when her eyes came open. In the light from the full moon she could see another soldier, and he had his hand holding a hard cock. She whimpered as she recognized Sergeant Anderson. She had noticed him too. He was just to her taste in men. But this was not how she wanted it to happen. She opened her mouth to protest.
He was there, holding his hand over her mouth. It was happening again. She was going to be used. She put her hands up to struggle and he grabbed her hair. He jerked her close to his face.
"Little sluts need to be calm and take what is given to them. Understood you tramp? Understood?"
His hand was on her neck now, choking her. She could barely breathe. No. Not again.
"Going to be a good girl? Yes? Nod your fucking head you cunt!"
She nodded. She was giving up. He was going to use her body somehow. She knew that. She would enjoy it. She knew that too. Maybe she was a whore. Fuck it. She needed cock. She reached out and began to stroke the hard prick in front of her.
This was heaven for Anderson. He allowed her to begin licking his cock gladly. He needed this badly now. His rough hands went to her dark hair, and he slowly fed hard cock into her eager mouth. Her glasses glinted in the moonlight. He started fucking her face with more force now.
Her moans were muffled but she expressed pleasure with his movements by gripping his balls and gently massaging them. Then, when he paused in his fucking, she took the opportunity to lick and then suck in each nut. He gripped his cock and jacked it, as she was licking around the base of his dick. Her middle finger entered his pucker and she engulfed his cock with her hot, wet mouth once again.
She was pleasing her own pussy with one hand, leaning back against the tree. He was continuing to fuck her face. He knew he was close to coming, and he didn't want to get any on her gear. He whispered that he needed to shoot. She became more vocal. She took her mouth off his cock just to beg him to let her swallow it all.
That was no problem for the sergeant. He loved watching women taking his sperm and enjoying it. This private was in for a treat he was thinking. He grunted and began shooting his sticky come into her open mouth. She was letting out a mewling sound, so eager to take his come was she. His cock spurted several strong stringsand then he used his hand to squeeze out a few more drops for her still open mouth.
She swallowed all he gave her, as he caressed her hair. She looked up at him, and her teary eyes were glittering in the moonlight from the sky. Then he helped her rise up, and he leaned down to kiss her still wet lips. This surprised her a little but she returned the kiss gratefully and felt something stirring in her insides. It felt odd.
"Get back to your cot private. You need to sleep for tomorrow. That was great, but let's be careful now. Is that clear, soldier?"
"Yes, sergeant. On my way."
She wondered a little as she walked away. She actually smiled to herself. She got to sleep after thinking about Sergeant Anderson with some pleasure. Morning came early, and they were all up and going about their duties. The field exercise continued for another week and then they returned to the main base of Schofield Barracks on a Saturday afternoon. They turned in their gear and weapons and Lovall was released. She caught a bus out to her off base apartment with Private Donahue.
"Ashley! How was the Range training? No problems? Get some good pictures?" That was Molly, her room mate, and fellow combat photographer.
"It was fine. No problems. Lots of pictures. I'll be getting them developed this coming week. Give me a kiss, sweet friend."
