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Annual Training Part 2

Before I tell the rest of the story, let me give you some background. *Names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the not-so-innocent.

Our unit was in the field for weapons qualification. Due to the size of the unit, and the distance traveled, this weekend training was an over-nighter. After we had been released for the evening, I made a trip to the female's shower room and washed about an inch of dirt and grim from my hair and body. I slipped into an old worn out T-shirt. I had received the shirt while in Basic Training, umteenth years earlier. You could still read our company's slogan, "All the Way"...but just barely. I always got quite a lot of ribbing whenever I wore the shirt. If I had been at home -- I would have been done with dressing, but since I wasn't...I added a pair of gym shorts. (At least, until I got to my bed.)

As I walked back up to my quarters, I listened to the night sounds. Even though we were in a pine forest, nature all around us...those sounds were drowned out by the other sounds of wildlife. The guys in the unit were far from ready to call it a night. I checked in on my Section Sergeant. A table had been set up and a not-so-friendly game of Poker was being played. I had learned a long time ago that my playing "just for fun" was not welcomed by my Section Sergeant. I continued on thru the camp. There were a couple of games of Dominos, and a few more Poker games scattered throughout the barracks. Nothing interested me too much.

I decided to head to bed and cut across the camp. I stumbled upon four men playing Horseshoes. I stayed to watch. I recognized *JC, a sergeant from our unit. However, the other three men were strangers. I didn't know much about the game, but all four men seemed to be enjoying the competition. They made a quick game of it, and shortly after I had arrived, one of the men made a big show of yawning. "I think I'll be heading off to bed." The other three weren't overly happy, as they were looking to play another game. JC saw me sitting on a stump and motioned me over to him. "Why don't you join us for a game?" "I don't know how to play." "Don't worry about it...we'll teach you as we go." JC introduced me to the other two guys. *Dennis was in his early 20s, tall and well muscled. His short-cropped hair was very blonde, and although I couldn't see his eyes, I imagined they were probably blue. JC was about my age, late 20s. Good looking, dark hair and dark eyes. However, the third guy is the one that grabbed my attention. *Bill was older, in his mid-40s. He was just a few inches taller than me. Dark complexion, Asian or Pilipino. Salt and pepper hair...that curled, despite being worn short. His eyes appeared to be dark. (I found out later that he was Hawaiian/Pilipino mix and that his eyes were lighter than I had thought...more golden, than brown.)

Dennis showed me where to stand and gave me a quick run down of the game. Since it was late, the horseshoes were thrown in the general direction of the stakes, and all participants were expected to avoid any "in coming". It was soon obvious that not only did I not know how to play, but I was lousy at the game. Missing the stake by a mile, each time it was my turn to throw. I kept apologizing to Dennis. "No problem." I thought he was very patient to have such a lousy partner. We were all having a lot of fun, and with each turn our little group got louder. I had noticed that we now had an audience; almost the entire unit had come to watch the game. The First Sergeant came out and turned on the outside lights. "Maybe that will help." It didn't. On my next turn, my horseshoe curved way to the left of the field. If he hadn't jumped back in time, my horseshoe would have wrapped around the First Sergeant's leg. The other three made a big show of discussing whether or not it would have counted. Unfortunately, the decision was no ... even for me.

This was it. The last throw. Dennis had leaned one of his horseshoes against the stake across from us. Both of Bill's were wrapped around the stake in front of Dennis and me. JC's were close, but no points. I concentrated and tossed my first one. As usual it was off course, although closer than my previous attempts. My last horseshoe was tossed. I watched with astonishment, as it knocked Dennis's completely away. It made a clanging noise, as it settled perfectly against the stake. I turned to Dennis to apologize, when Bill let out a loud whoop, and ran across the area. He picked me up, and swung me around. My belly was pressed against his face. As he slid me down his front, I fought to keep my T-shirt from sliding up to expose my boobs. I tried not to notice the feel of his hard dick, as I slid to the ground. Apparently, I didn't do such a good job, because Bill gave me a big grin. As he set me on the ground, he gave me a solid kiss, on my lips. "Yes, and I noticed that you weren't wearing underwear or a bra. It was hard", giving me a wink, "concentrating on the game." THAT was when I discovered, that Bill was my partner and not Dennis. My toss had just won us the game!

Bill walked me to my quarters. As we talked, I discovered that he was a member of our company's detachment. When the units had reorganized, the detachment was given an option to join our unit. This meant commuting three hours each drill weekend, or moving 90 miles south and starting over in a completely different area. Bill had decided to move. He seemed a bit upset that I didn't recognize him. The detachment had joined the company for the "End of Annual Training Party" for the past four years. The party always ended in a dance. The final dance usually found me slinging my shoes in the air, and dancing the polka with whoever I had grabbed. This had a lot to do with the lemonade that was served...about half way through the party, someone always managed to spike the punch. Apparently, for the past four years, Bill had made sure that he was the one I grabbed for the final dance. Then he would find my discarded shoes, and make sure I made it back to my quarters in one piece. "After that kiss...I won't be forgetting him again", I thought to myself.

Leaving me at the door to my room, he turned and started back the middle of the camp. As if he had just thought of something, he turned back and quietly told me, "Oh, by the way, I will be thanking you properly for that final toss...soon." I noticed he was whistling as he strolled off.

Fast forward about four years.....

I had just come back to my tent. I had spent the last 30 minutes or so, giving a blow job to the sergeant from New Jersey. Something was out of place. Then I realized what it was. When I had left my tent earlier, my lantern was on, lighting the inside of my tent. Now, my tent was completely dark. No problem, I would just feel my way to my cot. About half way across the tent, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I had heard a shuffling noise, behind me. As I started to turn, I was grabbed from behind; a hand pressed firmly over my mouth. "Don't make a sound. I'm not here to hurt you." The words were whispered, quietly in my ear. The voice was raspy, and I didn't recognize who it belonged to.

Keeping one hand against my mouth, firm enough that I couldn't bite him, he reached around and slid his hand under my shirt. He seemed to sort of weight my breast for a moment, before continuing to my nipple. He squeezed my nipple between his thumb and index finger. Although it hurt, I could feel my pussy get wetter. I was already wet from sucking "New Jersey's" dick to completion. This is rare for me, because normally my gag reflex kicks in before I can make a man cum. However, he had been just the right size. He filled my mouth up, but didn't reach the back of my throat. I had intended to finish myself off, with my fingers, before going to sleep.

"Where have you been? I saw you when I walked over to the latrine, talking to a guy. When I came back, you both were gone. Where did you go?" He didn't seem to want or expect an answer, as he didn't lift his hand from my mouth. "It doesn't matter. It's not going to change anything." I tried to struggle, but he pulled me tighter against him. He was naked; his hard-on was pressed against my butt. I was startled enough to stop. "You know what I want." It wasn't a question, but I shook my head anyway. He leaned forward a little, pressing his mouth against my neck, just below my ear. "I'm not going to hurt you, but I am just going to fuck you." As he talked, I recognized the voice. It was Bill. He took his hand away from my mouth. "Ahh, so now you recognize me.", grinning at me. I was so surprised, I'm not sure I could have yelled, had I wanted to. But when I realized that I had not been in any real danger, I also realized that I was completely turned on. "I just needed to make sure that you didn't bring the company down on my head. Sorry if I scared you."

As he talked, he nudged me back, until my legs were pressed against my cot. He told me to sit down. When I did, I looked up. My eyes were becoming accustomed to the light and what I saw in front of me, made my eyes go wide. Bill's member was pointing straight out, level with my mouth. Compared to the dicks I had seen in the past, he was HUGE. I mentally compared him with my husband. My husband has always told me he was average sized, but I thought differently. Bill was around 8 inches long, and 8 inches around. I thought back to the time, years ago, when I had felt Bill's dick against my stomach. I realized that he had only been semi-hard at that time. My husband measures about 7 1/2 inches long, and 6 inches around. Despite my best effort, I could never get my husband's dick completely in my mouth. I couldn't even imagine being able to open my mouth wide enough, to take in any of Bill's cock. Then I remembered that Bill had not said anything about a blow job. Just as I was about to relax, Bill moved up...pushing the head of his dick against my lips. I clamped down, as hard as I could. "Relax, open up. I don't expect you to take it all into that pretty little mouth of yours. Just get it wet for me. We will need it to be lubed, for the next step." I opened my mouth, and he slipped the head of his dick into my mouth. He continued to push until he was about 3" in. "Suck me. Get me nice and lubed."

When Bill was satisfied that he was ready, he pulled his dick out of my mouth. He pulled me up and walked me around to the foot of the cot. I noticed that my bedding was stacked in a pile at the foot. I turned and glanced over my shoulder at Bill. Even though I had not asked the question, he told me, "It will put into a position that will make things better for you. I doubted the lube would be enough for you to take me easily. Lean forward and place your belly on the pillows." In this position, my ass would be up in the air. "What are you going to do?" "Shhh, I already told you...I am going to fuck you." Before I could react, Bill slid one finger into my sopping pussy. My juices pooled into his palm. Even though I couldn't see him, I could sense the grin on his face. He placed one of his hands on my hip and wrapped my hair around his other fist. He tugged, gently, until I was on my hands and knees, supported by my bedding. In one thrust, I was completely impaled on his entire dick. As he continued to thrust forward, his rubbed my ass with his right hand. He reached around and lightly brushed my nipple with his left hand. I expected him to swat me as he thrust. I don't know where I was disappointed or relieved that he didn't. It only took a few thrusts before Bill was pressed against my ass. He was cumming, so much that his cum was leaking out of my pussy and down my legs.

He picked me up and moved me to one side. It didn't take him but a minute to remake the cot. He told me to lie down. I was surprised when he slipped in beside me. Spooning his body against my back, he slid his dick back into my pussy. He fucked me slowly, this time. He had one hand wrapped around my boob, squeezing and playing with my nipple. With his other hand, he reached down and rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb. I lost count of the times he made me cum that night. When he was sure I was satisfied, he pulled my sheet over both of us and cuddled with me, until I fell asleep. As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that although he was naked....his shorts were pooled around his ankles, because he had never taken off his combat boots.

I wasn't sure, but I seem to remember him whispering in my ear, "From now on, you don't eat bananas in front of anyone but me...", as I drifted off to sleep.

My husband and I had been married for 8 years when this story happened. We had been in the lifestyle for the last 2 years. He had brought up swinging single...taking advantage of an opportunity when it came around. We had discussed it, but never more than just touching on the subject. However, I always suspected he thought had been thinking about himself, when he brought up the possibility. I wasn't sure how he would react to my experiences, but I did know that I had to tell him.

Watch for Annual Training, Part 3...My Husband's Reaction.

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