Boot camp

It is 4:45 in the morning, and everyone is scrambling out of their beds and stumbling downstairs at the sound of Reveille blasting over the P.A. speaker. This was your fifth week in basic training, and you are starting to get into the grove of these early morning PT sessions. You can hear the sound of drill instructions in the distance, already marching their formations to that familiar cadence....."HUT, two, three, four.....HUT, two, three, four....."

Then she appears. Drill Sgt. Hatchell. Behind her back, you all called her "the hatchet." She was a ball-breaker, and her methods were sometimes **** and unorthodox.

She was average height for a woman, with a lot of attitude. She was far from a bombshell, but not bad looking either. Plus, after not seeing another woman for nearly six weeks, everything is starting to look good. You and Sam joke about how she wasn't getting any nookie, and that is the reason she was so bitchy.

This morning Sgt. Hatchell surprises you by telling you there will be no PT and tells the squad leaders to take everyone to the chow hall. You all go in and enjoy the extra time eating breakfast. Normally you only get a minute or two at most. After breakfast, you all fall back into formation outside.

That's when Sgt. Hatchell shows back up and tells you it is time for a two-mile run. This was going to suck doing PT after breakfast!

About halfway through the run, you feel like you are going to throw up, so you stop and pretend to tie your shoe in the hope of calming your stomach. A few moments later, there is a tug at the back of your shirt and Sgt. Hatchell yells, "Come on Doe, get your ass moving!"

You jump back up and find yourself running behind Sgt. Hatchell. And for whatever reason, today, you are very much admiring her. Her back has a patch of sweat trickling down her ass, and a thinner strip continues down the crack of her shorts. As she turns back around to ensure you are running, you notice her nipples are rigid on her medium tits, like an extra pair of eyes. You can't help but think she must've been wearing a paper-thin bra and a thong.

You must have been staring because when you finally look at her face, she just curls her lip in a smirk and continues her run, yelling at other recruits. After half of the recruits have either thrown up or passed out, you are finally allowed to go back to the dorms and shower.

After showering, you are greeted with the next surprise of the day. An inspection with the commander. Sgt. Hatchell calls everyone to attention next to your lockers, and she and the commander make their rounds. After a few minutes, they made it around to you. Your uniform is crisp, and your bed and locker are perfect. The squadron commander even compliments you on it. As he moves on to the next person, Sgt. Hatchell whispers in your ear, "Not bad. And about this morning.....I saw you looking. While showering, I couldn't help but get off on your adoration. My clit is so swollen right now."

She then catches up with the commander and continues inspections as if nothing happened, leaving you stirring inside your underwear.

After the inspection, you are all told to go outside and practice marching for the graduation parade.

"Doe, you stay your ass here. We've got to talk," Sgt. Hatchell says. Sam nervously glances in your direction as everyone else leaves the dorm. After everyone clears the dorm, she enters her office and partially closes the door. She is in there for what seems like forever.

"In here, NOW!" she commands.

You run into her office.

"You know, there's always that airman that I keep my eye on. I keep my eye on them for a reason. {Last}, you've impressed me. You're a sharp airman. You can go very far in my Air ****. You may even become an officer if that's what you want. But to get there, you have to avoid fucking up. And this morning during our run, YOU FUCKED UP!"

You can feel the sweat forming on your forehead as she continues.

"Yeah, you fucked up. You wanna know how you fucked up, {Last}?"

"Y-yes ma- -" you stutter.

She points at you, pressing her index finger into your chest. "You looked at me. You fucked around and got my nipples so hard and got me so hot. I had to beat my clit up, getting off on you!"

You can't help but think how ridiculous this is, but despite that fact, your cock is on the rise.

She unbuckles her camo pants and turns around, facing away from you. Then she squirms her ass out of her pants, revealing two pale white but nicely curved set of cheeks, wearing a camouflage thong. She struggles to get out of the trousers, still wearing her combat boots. Then, she bends over, wiggles her butt, and smacks her ass.

"A little beyond 'standard issue,' don't you think?" she asks.