A Drink Before the War

“What the shit are you wearing, Private?”

Nat didn’t bother looking up at her former drill instructor. Staff Sergeant Polahn had been her primary instructor, a real jerk of a man. She stayed seated on the concrete barrier, trying to make sure she learned everything she could about her shortbarreled weapon. Camp Lejeune’s flight field was a busy place, with people bustling everywhere, it was a small miracle that she even found a place to sit down and take care of business.

“What I’m ordered to, Staff Sergeant,” Nat replied coolly, continuing to inspect her weird, newfangled black carbine. This M4 was a very different beast than the M1, that was for sure.

“What? By who?”

She put the barrel of her M4 in her lap, and pulled out her deployment orders. “Major… Ross. Camp Rosen, Diesel City.”

“Bullshit, let me see that.” Polahn seemed baffled that Nat had landed a combat posting. “What the hell is an ought-three-seven-two?”

“No idea, Staff Sergeant,” Nat replied, going back to inspecting her carbine’s parts. “You’ll have to ask Major Ross, I guess.”

Polahn seethed for a moment. “You don’t deserve to be a Marine, slut,” he said, his voice full of malice. “Denare at least got the only job bitches like you are good for. But you think you can make zero-three? You’ll be dead within a year, and what’s worse, you’ll be taking some good boys with you. You wretched cunt. All you’re good for is a quick cum and pumping out boys for the state. You understand me, Marine?”

“No, Staff Sergeant, I do not,” Nat said, trying to keep her cool. She knew Polahn was a tool, but this was new.

“Hey, what’s going on…?” another Marine started towards the pair.

Nat just kept at her gun. She knew she was showing no small disrespect to the Staff Sergeant by ignoring his temper tantrum, but at this point, she didn’t care. Three months of being tormented by this asshole, she was done with him. In an hour or so, she’d never have to see him again. New posting, new life.

“Hey, baby, don’t worry about her,” that was Katie’s voice. “You need to cool off? Let me cool you off.” Her job may be more or less officially to get fucked, but she was taking a bullet for her friend right now like any good Marine. Nat was going to have to eat Katie out so hard when they got to Camp Rosen.

Nat made a show of rapidly reassembling her weapon, watching from the corner of her eye as Katie pulled down Polahn’s pants and grasped his deflated cock. The fact that Katie could look in his eyes so longingly, could stroke and kiss his dick so lovingly, that she could just convince someone she wanted them, that was an incredible skill to have.

It didn’t take long for Polahn to completely lose track of Nat and be drawn into Katie’s charms. That wasn’t surprising. What was a little more surprising was that while she was giving his cock the workover with her mouth that he did not deserve in the least, she surreptitiously took Nat’s orders back from Polahn and passed them back to her.

The Staff Sergeant was little more than a plaything to the Morale Marine. He never stood a chance. Nat put her orders back in her pocket, incredibly impressed with her friend. Even as Polahn started violently facefucking Katie, Nat knew that she was in control of everything that just happened. If nothing else, Katie’s hand reaching into her shorts to play with herself was a sure sign of that.

Nat shouldered her pack and her rifle, leaving her friend to take the Staff Sergeant’s attention off of her.

The other Marine who almost intervened, a tall black guy wearing Lance Corporal stripes, fell in step with Nat. “Are you all right, Private?” he asked.

“Five by five, Lance Corporal,” Nat was quick to reply.

“Don’t tell anyone I said this, but Staff Sergeant Polahn’s a dick.” Nat had to laugh at his honesty. “Rode my ass real hard back in BCT.”

Nat just gave him a look, making a show of taking in what she discovered was his rather nice ass. He was handsome, this tall Lance Corporal.

It was then that he apparently figured out his mistaken language. “What? No, shit, girl, not like that!”

Nat cracked up at the flustered Marine. “You left that so wide open.”

“Gotta watch how I put things, damn. Foot in mouth syndrome strikes again.”

“Polahn needs a devil dogging,” Nat breathed, looking back again. Katie’s top had been pulled up to her neck, exposing her breasts to the tarmac. If it were just about anyone else in that position, Nat might express some sympathy. But this was Katie, she loved it. “You get it from him for the reason I think you did?”

“Being Negro in this country is a hard time waiting to happen,” the Lance Corporal said somberly.

Nat smiled sadly. “He already hated me just because I don’t have one of those between my legs. Imagine the mountain of shit I’d be under if he found out I was a Jew, too.”

“No shit,” he said. “A darkie and a kike bitch. Polahn’s two least favorite things.” There was a long pause as the Lance Corporal sighed. “Bigger and better things?”

“Camp Rosen. You?”

“Nah, flight repair crew here on base. Ain’t gotta see that asshole much, praise Jesus. He doesn’t come over to Lejeune too often. Usually just to give one last serving of hell to his trainees before they ship out.”

“Any chance we can accident Polahn into an airship fuel line or something?” Nat rolled her eyes.

“Million more just like him out there. Kill him, another takes his place.” He finally turned to Nat. “Paul West.”

“Nat Hayes. Nice to meet you, Lance Corporal.” She finally got a good look at him. Lance Corporal West was a damn stud of a man, even under his flight deck uniform she could tell he was handsome. A lecherous smile started to form West’s face, and a matching one soon appeared on Nat’s. They knew what the other was thinking.

“When do you ship out?”

“Wheels up in an hour.”

“I’d better work quick then.”

Nat looked around for someplace private. If West bent her over and took her right there on the tarmac, other Marines would get involved, she’d be obliged to please them too, and if she missed her airship to Diesel City, all hell would break loose. If she was going to fuck this guy, and she was definitely going to fuck this guy, it needed to be just this guy. She’d save the inevitable gangbang for the three-hour flight.

West basically read Nat’s mind. “Come on, this way!” He took her hand and lead her to a nearby small craft hanger, with Nat smiling like a schoolgirl the whole way. Here she was, a mere hour from shipping out to the rest of her life, and she just had to take a fuck break.

West lead her into the empty hanger and into a similarly desolate office. She dropped her pack and her gun as they started making out, before swiftly relieving each other of their uniforms. In mere moments, she was left in only her panties, and West only in his boyshorts.

West started sucking on Nat’s breasts, making her moan happily. She had no problem just letting him do it, he clearly knew what he wanted and she was clearly destined for a good time. He snaked his hand between her legs and started playing with her pussy, though he didn’t remain long. Before Nat knew it West was on his knees, pulling down Nat’s panties with **** and diving his tongue into her cunt.

She hadn’t met very many men that liked eating pussy. Usually that was another girl’s job, but West had a singular talent with his tongue and fingers. She moaned loudly at his attention, confident in their privacy, letting herself just enjoy the sensation.

He drove her to an orgasm in seemingly record time, though the fact that it was nearly noon and she hadn’t cum all day had to have played into it. She shuddered as she came, desperately grasping his head between her legs. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, her hips bucked wildly, grinding her cunt into his face. He never let up, despite that.

Well now Nat was starting to feel guilty, West was technically using her and she hadn’t contributed to his pleasure in any real way. Fine, one good orgasm deserves another. After coming down from her high, she pulled him up and ripped down his shorts, revealing a respectable dick. He didn’t exactly live up to the stereotypes that black men tended to have, but she wouldn’t say no to having it inside of her, that was for sure.

Nat pushed West into an office chair and started worshipping his hardening cock. It felt warm and tantalizing in her hand, and tasted salty and musky and just like what a man should taste like. She kissed and licked it all over, then she gave his meaty balls some attention by sucking one then the other into her mouth, before grabbing the base of his dick with both hands and sucking the head into her mouth.

He had his hands on her head, clearly enjoying the blowjob, a reverse of their positions just moments ago. But now Nat was left with a dilemma. On the one hand, she’d love it if he came in her mouth, she loved the feeling of a dick loosing its cum inside of her. How it would throb and pulse, and it would be entirely her doing. But at the same time, she was on a time crunch, men took longer to recharge than she would, and she really wanted to get this cock inside her cunt.

In the end, she decided she’d just have to sacrifice her creamy snack. Her pussy needed this thing inside of it, and it wasn’t to be denied. Giving his cockhead one last kiss, she stood and swung a leg over the sexy Lance Corporal, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed his dick and lined it up with her hole.

It felt amazing sinking down on his cock. She needed a good dick inside of her before her flight, that was apparent. She slowly let him fill her until she bottomed out on him, smiling and arching her back in pleasure. There was no feeling quite like having a nice, meaty penis inside of her. It was perfect for making her troubles with Staff Sergeant Polahn just vanish. She started riding him, slowly at first to get used to him inside her and to make sure he was nice and slick for her, but they very quickly increased their pace. Before too long, they were fucking hard and deep, his thrusts from below matching her own movements wonderfully. She kept moaning as they kept screwing, loving every second of it.

He surprised Nat when he picked her up, never letting his cock escape from her cunt, before all but bodyslamming her into the table. This time he was in control, pounding her hard and fast into the table, staring her deep into her eyes. Nat moaned happily, loving every second of it. His hands mauled her breasts, desperately squeezing them. He only broke eye contact to bend himself over and suck her nipples.

Who was this guy and why hadn’t they ever gotten together before!? He kept at it, fucking her to a second orgasm, then a third. Other than a brief interlude where she’d risen up to rock against his dick from a sitting position, they’d stayed in missionary, Nat completely at West’s mercy, and he was showing none. All she could do was moan and cum, which suited her just fine.

She was shuddering and quaking in pleasure, completely losing herself in the sex. This wasn’t use. She wasn’t being used. She was being fucked to within an inch of her life by someone who wanted to make her scream, and screaming she was. She was also being fucked by a guy who loved to be on top, since he'd barely let her change positions since they started screwing.

West gave it to her like she deserved. He just pounded her pussy with so much power and so much energy. She felt so wonderful getting worked over like she was, she almost forgot that she’d actually have to leave soon. It was almost a relief when he pulled out of her and shoved his cock in her mouth, giving her what she’d originally wanted anyway when she’d been blowing him. She loved the taste of her own juices on his cock, it always felt so naughty to be sucking herself down, and she couldn’t help but rove her tongue all over his cock as it exploded with jizz. G-d in Heaven he tasted good. She swallowed every last drop.

But then West did something Nat just couldn’t have anticipated. He didn’t even come close to deflating. He pulled back out of her mouth, and shoved his somehow-still-hard-cock back into her vagina. Well that just set Nat off in a whole new way. She came hard around his cock as he resumed fucking her, her biggest orgasm yet. West responded by cumming again inside of her, his second orgasm in minutes.

She took back everything she said about men’s stamina. Apparently, there were actually some men out there who gave as good as they got. Nat had no idea.

Nat pulled herself to her feet as quickly as she could. This wasn’t exactly Hell Week level of physical duress, but West had really gone to town on her. Her pussy was still quaking in pleasure. She was breathing heavily, trying to cool down. “Holy shit,” she panted.

“You like that?” West asked like a cocky bastard. Well his arrogance was very well deserved.

Nat walked over to her pack, trying very hard not to let her wobbly legs give out from under her. Orgasmic aftershocks or no, she had to get squared away and ready to fly up north. “Where in the hell did you learn to do all that?” Nat asked, rifling through her pack.

“My momma taught me to treat ladies nice, and they’ll treat you nice.” West was irresistible. A real charmer, that one.

Nat found a little clit stimulator in her pack, she quickly turned it on and applied it, giggling as it sent another orgasmic aftershock through her. She stowed it just as quickly before pulling out the pack of wet naps. “Field Showers” as they were sometimes called.

“Damn, girl, you’re insatiable.”

She just smiled at him as she started wiping herself down. “Yeah,” she admitted with a grin. West made her feel comfortable in a way that really only Katie did. Which was weird seeing as they’d known each other for, like, a half an hour. Well that was what multiple, awesome orgasms bought him, it seemed.

She offered him the pack of wipes, which he eagerly took. They normally cost a small fortune at the MCX, nearly half a ration card with rubbing **** being in such high demand. The Warrant Officer in charge of the Recruiting Depot MCX liked Nat’s ass so much that he was willing to part with them for some anal action, which was a very easy deal for Nat to make. Admittedly under the PRA the Warrant Officer could have just bent her over and just done what he’d wanted to her, but for whatever reason he’d chosen to be somewhat honorable about it. Not that she hated being bent over or anything.

Damnit, now she was getting horny again.

She pulled on her uniform as West cleaned himself off. Nat made no secret of taking in his muscled form. “Like what you see?” West teased.

“Sure do, Lance Corporal,” she replied. She put on a more serious face. “Hey, come look me up if you’re ever in Old Detroit.”

“Only if you say hi if you make it back to Lejeune.”

Nat smiled at him. She loved making sexy new friends. “You know I will, Lance Corporal.”

“It’ll be a race to see who uses who first.” West smiled back.

“Can’t wait,” Nat admitted. She took the pack of wipes back from West, stowed it, and shouldered her gear, giving West one last kiss. “See you around, Lance Corporal.”

“Be safe, Private. Good hunting.”

Nat strolled out of the hanger feeling like a million bucks. The sunlight felt good on her face, as did Katie Denare’s body as she sidled up next to Nat and wrapped herself around her. Nat wasn’t surprised at all that Katie was waiting for her, she had a preternatural sense when it came to matters of sex. The shorter girl felt soft and warm. Nat leaned down to kiss her friend, unsurprisingly her mouth tasted like semen.

“Finished with Polahn?” Nat teased.

“And a few others,” Katie beamed. “Some guys, they see a hot girl on her knees, they just can’t help themselves. I took care of them!” There was a beat as Katie bumped Nat with her hips. “So? How was he?”

“The cat’s pajamas, Katie. Soooooo good,” Nat breathed. “I needed that.” She did her best to give Katie a hug from the side, but Katie’s own rarely-used rifle made that difficult. A Marine must always have their weapon.

“I bet you need what’s coming next even more…” Katie sounded just giddy.

Nat had to smile. A three-hour airship flight surrounded by a bunch of bored, horny Marines. The question was not if the clusterfuck would break out, but when. And West had it right, she was insatiable. She’d been fucked half to **** the day before, just had monumental sex with West, and was already anticipating what was going to happen aboard that airship.

The pair reached the unit lineup. Nat was surprised but pleased to see a few other women in the same combat BDUs she’d been issued. Most women were wearing their scant two-piece of course, including Katie lined up next to her, but seeing the few other women in the full uniforms made her feel pretty swell. She wasn’t some unique experiment, or given the wrong uniform by mistake. There had been some kind of internal policy shift in the corps, and Nat was part of it.

She noticed the guy next to her staring her down. Nat turned to look. She’d planned on giving him a **** glare, but found herself smiling instead. “Hey, I remember you,” Nat said. Mr. Big Dick Marine himself.

“Martinez,” he introduced himself. Good to put a name to the cock.

“Hayes,” she replied.

“If you’re wearing that, means you got seven-two tags. You must think you’re hot stuff.” The mystery of the 0372 MOS comes a little closer to being solved. Apparently, these uniforms were unique to that particular group. But was it a women-only MOS?

“You know I am, big guy,” Nat teased. “You seven-two?” It was a risky question to ask. But she honestly didn’t know how it worked.

“Hell yeah I am.” Okay, not women-only, unless there was something critical about Big Dick Martinez that Nat had missed. “Up for a rematch?” He asked, his eyes twinkling.

She was gonna get soooo fucked. “Any time.”