You're in the navy now

CHAPTER ONE

Laurie Wooster stood hesitantly in the dark in front of the Naval Reserve Center in Long Beach, California. Her heart was beating so wildly she thought she would surely have an attack. Clutching her dark blue Sea Cadet uniform, the girl curled her toes in her shoes, feeling her unplowed cunt glowing, growing so hot and tingly she could hardly stand it.

It was late – nearly ten o'clock. Her mother thought she was out an a small frigate with the others on an indoctrination class. It was a silly program – women in the Navy, starting with high school possibilities. But Laurie thought it was a neat idea – until she met Lieutenant Barrington, who made her nipples pucker up against her white shirt while her pussy was doing such wonderful things, strange things. He had told her to stay back, to remain at the center while the others left. He would take care of it. Lieutenant Barrington was always a take-charge man, in charge of the large rambling naval complex and obviously in charge of the Sea Cadet program. The others were so excited they hardly even noticed Laurie standing back, slipping away from them on the pier and ambling slowly back to the large glass and brick building.

Now she and Lieutenant Barrington would be alone. What would he do to her? He had said little. But oh, oh, those eyes! How they had seared her soul, made her areolas wrinkle deliciously against her stiffened nipples while her clit glowed like a tiny flickering candle. She hated to think in terms like those. But Laurie couldn't deny what her body was doing to her. Her cunt sweated, juice trickling maddeningly through the frazzled tangle of her blonde pussy hairs while her labes began to swell and fold itchingly over one another. She could run, turn and rush to the officer of the day's shack and call her mother.

But Laurie screwed up her courage and marched up the broad concrete apron to the center. Yes, the front double glass door was open as he said it would be.

Laurie stopped, one hand fluttering to her throat as she fought for breath. She was feeling a little woozy, high with her own sexuality. And that tickling, burning itch was taking away her strength. No one had ever told her about the power of her own body, how it could do things like this. Delicious, hot flames licked like tongues up her long, white shivering thighs, and Laurie wondered what it would be like having Lieutenant Barrington holding her, pressing his mouth against her thighs, her cunt!

Laurie drove those thoughts from her mind. How could she even let them swirl about her? She was a decent girl, and besides, she didn't even know why he asked her to stay behind. Regaining some control over herself, Laurie walked through the darkened offices, passing rows of computers and typewriters until she entered a second large room filled with neat rows of Formica-topped tables.

There in the corner was Lieutenant Barrington, his blue jacket off, his strong body bent over the desk as he shuffled through a tall pile of papers. Laurie hesitated again, biting her pouty lower lip while she wrung her icy fingers against one another. No, she would go through with it. She would never be able to forgive herself if she left now.

"Uh, excuse me, sir. May I speak to you for a moment, Lieutenant Barrington?"

The tall, dark-haired naval officer raised his eyes from the papers and peered into the darkened doorway. Immediately he brightened, pushing the papers away and resting both large hands comfortably on his desk.

"Yes, Wooster. Come in. Have a seat. I was just finishing up some work here."

He seemed so nonchalant, so matter-of-fact. Perhaps she had read him wrong. Perhaps he would ask her why she was here. Oh, she would simply die if something like that came from his strong, sensuous mouth!

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt…" He held up one hand to stop her, smiling and revealing a double row of strong white teeth. Laurie looked down, shifting her feet and feeling a tongue of flame lick once more into her young, tight little cunt. Her clit was burning, tingling so maddeningly she thought she would surely faint if she didn't sit down right now.

Moving, feeling the slick, sexy rub of her cuntlips against one another, the young blonde teen sat in the black leather chair next to the lieutenant's desk. Her ass sank in comfortably, almost too comfortably Laurie thought, feeling delightful electric sensations rippling up and down her flesh. Somewhere in the big building she could hear the water pipes rattling. Laurie drew her knees together, feeling her cuntal flesh itching so maddeningly she wished she could touch it.

"So, we're going to have a… uh, little training session here, are we?"

"Are we?" she echoed, nearly jumping from her skin.

Laurie felt so dumb about things like this. Lots of girls did it – at least, they said they did. But she had only dreamed about fucking. Lieutenant Barrington was getting up from behind his desk, stretching his thick-muscled arms above his head, then slowly moving around the corner. Laurie sat stiffly. She felt like laughing and crying and screaming all at the same time.

"I'm not going to beat you… yet," he said, his thick lips curling up even more.

Laurie shivered again, hot chills sweeping over her body as the warm breath whipped across her skin.

"I don't know what kind of training you mean, sir," Laurie stammered, her eyes, still lowered to the carpeted floor. "I've taken the boatswain's course and the beginning engineering on the six-hundred-pound plant and…"

"That's bullshit compared to what I'm going to teach you."

Laurie almost shouted as she jumped up in panic. Perhaps things were going too far. He was swearing at her, his voice turning thick and low into a near-growl. Her pussy was moving as if it had a will of its own, its full, plastic lips curling and trembling while her clit grew long and stiff and itchier than before. She could feel her clothes clinging uncomfortably to her flesh and wished for one mad moment that she could take off her uniform and stand naked, panting and shaking in front of this man. Her face flushed bright crimson at her own thoughts.

"I don't understand."

Her cunt spasmed when she thought about Lieutenant Barrington and what he could do for her. Her eyes swept over his crotch briefly, noticing how his pants were pulled tight against his body. She could see a thick roll of cockmeat cradled between his legs. Laurie felt her cheeks burning even more. What a little whore she was turning out to be! Surely he could see what was happening to her, how heavily and unevenly she was panting.

"What's on your mind, Laurie?"

His voice was as smooth and warm as the juice oozing from her cunt.

"Uh, nothing, nothing, Lieutenant."

"Call me Jack. We're going to spend some time here, together. Might as well be on a first name basis."

This was too much! Laurie rose from the chair, brushing aside her long hair and staffing for the doorway. She would call her mother. Things were happening she didn't understand, and she was too terrified to try. When she felt the fingers gripping her tight upper arm, Laurie cried out, twisting around and finding herself face to face with the unsmiling officer.

"No one walks out on me without permission no one," he repeated, his voice cold and hard as steel.

"I'm, I'm sorry, sir," Laurie stammered, feeling fear mix with the itching sensation around her nipples.

Her tight fuzzy cunt was generating more heat as the swollen lips slipped over one another. A knot of tension formed between her tummy and her pussy while her cunt closed up tight under her forest of blonde hair. He was holding her now with both hands, his long thick fingers digging into her forearms. She winced, blanching as she felt his knees pressing against the insides of hers, forcing her thighs apart. Her cuntal walls buckled as more hot juice seeped from her jagged fuckslot and wet down her panties. Glancing down, she caught the unmistakable outline of his prick running down his right leg.

"Sorry won't go here, Laurie. You've got to pay for everything," he said, a cruel smile crossing his face.

He pushed her back roughly, sending her crashing into the leather seat she had been in so comfortably moments ago. The push was more than she had ever expected. Shaking the hair from her eyes, she watched in shock as he unbuttoned his white shirt, puffing off the tie and shrugging the garment from his broad shoulders. Laurie shook her head from side to side, her lips parting in a small O while she gripped the armrests tightly with both sets of fingers.

He opened his belt. Laurie started to jump from the seat a second time when she saw him raise one hand above his head.

"No!"

The cry came too late. She watched the arm slash through the air like a saber, cutting the shadows in a broad swath while his palm and fingers slapped hard against her right cheek.

Laurie slumped against the chair, her head snapping to the left from the force of the blow while her long hair splashed over her face. Stars exploded behind her eyelids while her legs tangled over one another. How her face stung hotly from the slap. And then there were those fingers again holding her, pushing her down against the front end of the chair. Blinking her eyes clear, the teen saw something long and thick and dark purple bobbing in front of her face. It was his cock. The Lieutenant had pulled it from his trousers and was jabbing it against her mouth. Laurie screamed, pulling back while struggling against his big hands holding her firmly against the chair.

"You'll suck prick because you like it," he growled, raising his hand again and bringing it down backward.

Laurie shrieked a second time, feeling his knuckles crashing against her chin, bruising her flesh. She tumbled from the chair, slipping over the right armrest and crumpling to the floor. She felt one hand gripping hers, the fingers slippery with his cockjuice.

"Don't… don't do that! Oh God, leave me alone!"

Her heart was racing while she felt her pussy still glow hot and slippery with arousal. He was pulling her right hand toward his throbbing prick, making her feel it, touch it, squeeze it. Laurie tried pulling away, her face wrinkled with fear and loathing while her cunt grew hotter and wetter. Her nipples were driving her crazy. The ache in the flubs increased as he forced her to jack the taut outer skin slowly up and down.

"Please… this is so awful! Oh God, lemmie go!"

To her surprise Jack Barrington did just that, releasing her and stepping back. Laurie scooted on her ass, crawfishing backward until she felt her spine pressing against the front of his desk. The girl drew her legs together, her eyes wide as she looked quickly from left to right for some escape route. There were the windows of course, but that was too dramatic, she thought. Perhaps he would leave her alone, feeling to his chagrin that he had misjudged her.

"Please, I won't tell anyone. We'll just forget it happened, please?" she said in a tight thin voice, feeling herself weakening as the seconds ticked by.

"You like prick. You're hungry for cock. You probably like prick in your mouth and your cunt, and probably up your ass, if you give it half a chance. And that's just what you're gonna get."

Laurie couldn't believe she was hearing this. She shook her head back and forth once more, her eyes rounding with horror while those flames of goodness refused to stop licking and lapping into her cunt. Jack leaned against the back wall, pulling off his shiny shoes and socks, then pulling down his trousers. Laurie moaned in horror. When she tried getting up from the floor, Jack lunged for her, twisting his fingers in her hair and pulling the strands up and back. She shrieked, her eyelids fluttering while more groans and cries escaped from her throat. She curled her fingers, beating them against the offending fingers ripping the hair from her scalp. But Jack wasn't offended by her struggles, grunting with approval as he pulled her through the doorway and past the silent typewriters to a set of double steel doors on the south side of the drill deck.

Laurie's cries echoed and were amplified by the large dark empty room while she beat her ankles against the polished wooden floor. Jack still held her by her hair, jerking it from side to side, twisting it around more tightly until she thought he was going to snatch her bald. The pain was excruciating, making the teen shriek more wildly as he jerked his right hand forward and flung Laurie up against the wall.

She huddled there like a war victim, drawing her hands up to her tits and sobbing quietly as he opened the doors.

"No, no, where are you… are you taking me?" she stammered.

He gripped her by the ankles and hauled her into the darkened space, slamming the steel doors behind him. Immediately the girl caught the scent of gasoline and oil. She drew her legs together under her ass, listening to the big officer fumbling around the space until a bright bare overhead light came on. Laurie drew one hand over her eyes, shading them as she squinted forward and saw that Jack had drawn on a pair of tight-fitting shorts. All around her were lathes, pulleys, and other machinery the men used for training during the day.

Jack checked out one of the machines, then stalked over to her. Gripping her by the shoulders, he drew her up, pulling her tightly against him while starting to remove her uniform. Laurie felt numb, standing there, feeling her garments peel from her body while her cunt seemed to melt. There was a hot lushness that radiated from her tummy down to the fat, greasy swollen lips of her cunt. Only her clit and her nipples seemed hard, and they were so sensitive that she thought they would blow up.

Her jacket came off, then her trousers and blouse until she was standing there just in her bra and cotton panties. She could feel his fingers squeezing her ass through the material, his callused fingertips creeping under the elastic legbands and caressing the sensitive flesh between her thighs and lower belly. It was when he started touching her cunt that Laurie bucked her ass back, drawing her thighs together. She felt him pinch her hard, making her squeal in pain.

"Yeah, we're gonna have ourselves a good training session."

Laurie felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks as Jack pushed her down to the concrete floor.

His hands cupped against the back of her skull, forcing her head forward until her lips flattened against the front of his shorts. She could feel something warm there, something incredibly hot. In a second her lips were tearing against the zipper while the lieutenant pulled open his shorts and worked them down to his knees. Laurie smelled the hair and sweat of his crotch and immediately felt the slippery hot tissues of her cunt cramp into tingling knots. She swallowed hard, unsure of what she was to do. Jack showed her quickly, pushing her lips open and sliding them down over his prick until it filled her mouth to the maximum.

Laurie couldn't pull back if she wanted to. Her cheeks puffed out as she felt his fat, low hanging balls pillow against her chin. He was burying the full eight inches of his prick in her mouth, throating her at times while that sour bleachy-tasting jizz oozed from his piss-slit and coated her tongue. Her body was on fire while her mind revolted against what was happening to her. His fat prick filled her mouth, the oily cockjuice bubbling from his cockhead over her tongue. He twisted his hips, moaning and making his cock revolve in her mouth. The girl felt the officer's prick brush over the insides of her cheeks. She held her breath, diving down deeper while Jack's fingers tightened over her skull.

Laurie gagged, breathing with wheezing sounds through her nostrils as he drew his prick back and forth, back and forth, fucking the young girl's mouth.

"Lick it, baby! Yeah, get my meat, take it down your fuckin' hot throat! Suck me off… ohhhhh, yeah, suck it, bitch!"

Laurie wasn't sure if she liked this or not. Certainly this wasn't as bad as she thought, and it was with some reluctance that she felt her lips sliding back over the head as Jack pushed her away.

"Man, gonna cum down that throat if you keep suckin' me off," he gasped, his fingers digging into her shoulders. "We gotta make sure you pay for this little bit, baby. You've been movin' that ass around here, then suckin' my prick and teasing me."

"I… I don't understand," Laurie countered, tasting the jizz as it slipped down her throat and dribbled into her belly.

He crooked one finger, stepping back and turning the girl around until she found herself facing a long metal-stripping lathe.

"Bend over, baby, bend over and we're gonna have ourselves the time of our lives. And it won't be the last time either," Jack said, shoving her roughly up against the machine, holding her by the back of the neck while bending Laurie over the top of the lathe. She struggled, her knees banging against the steel legs while a tiny fart escaped from her asshole. What was he going to do to her next?