Dawn of a New Day

Like every morning, Nat found herself waking up long before muster. Usually it was because one of her bunkmates or the drill sergeant decided they needed to jam their cock into her, but this morning it was a tongue just going to town on her recently well-fucked pussy. Opening her eyes, she could see Katie Denare and her thick mop of brown hair all but devouring Nat with her tongue and fingers.

“Good morning, Private Denare,” Nat said with a smirk.

Katie’s response was just a muffled moan. She wasn’t about to respond when she was preoccupied, and she had pussy to eat.

She looked to her left at the next bunk over, Pvt. Brian Dawson was putting on his boots. The men were assigned full BDUs that covered nearly everything, while the women’s version of the uniforms were much skimpier. Women’s BDUs were barely there tube tops and shorts, almost designed to show as much skin as possible. Even the military seemed to think that women’s jobs were just to be fucked, and the Corps wanted to make that easy. Like all things in Nat’s life, there was a part of her that loved it, that loved showing off, but there was another part that resented the scant uniforms. She could fight as well as any man, her marksmanship and PT scores showed that. Why did her uniform have to be about sex?

Dawson, on the other hand, looked terrified. “Hey. Bri.” Nat called to him. “You okay?”

“Morning, Hayes.” His heart wasn’t even in it today.

“You’ll be fine,” Nat encouraged him. Brian had pulled the dreaded 2300 MOS, Explosive Ordinance Disposal. “Just don’t be stupid, do your six, and come home.”

“You’ve been a real friend to me Nat,” Dawson replied, sounding resigned.

“I’m going to find you on Fleet Week,” Nat insisted, almost not feeling Katie’s expert tongue working on her. “I’m going to find you and I’m going to fuck your brains out. Stay alive for that, okay?” She knew Brian had a bit of a crush on her. She’d use that to encourage him if she could. “You hear me? You’re a tough ass devil dog, you do your job, you come home.”

Brian leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll miss you Hayes.”

Well that was discouraging. Instead of opting for a forceful face fucking, Dawson just kissed her, got up, and walked out of the barracks. She didn’t want to say the Shemah out loud, in most company admitting you were Jewish was a bad idea, but she said a little prayer in her head for him. Katie and Brian were the only Marines in these barracks she really cared about. She wanted them to be safe.

Nat groaned in frustration. She wasn’t about to have an orgasm like this. Yesterday was the fun day, today was more somber as the barracks dispersed.

“Katie, I’m good,” Nat said to her still-nude Morale Marine friend. If scuttlebutt was to be believed, it was entirely possible that the 4300 uniform was just a Marine tattoo and a pair of high heels.

“Aww,” Katie replied, withdrawing her mouth but not her fingers. “But I didn’t get you off! That’s my job now, you know.” Katie sounded so proud. She got a job doing what she did best, sucking and fucking.

“It’s okay,” she replied, pulling herself up. She had to get showered and ready for wheels up to Diesel City. So did Katie, technically, but Katie didn’t have the rifle check that Nat did. “Plenty of horny cocks to deal with around here.”

Sure enough, the various men and women of the barracks were stirring.

“Better go do my duty, then!” Katie said bubbly, giving Nat’s clit one last kiss before bouncing up.

Nat pulled herself from the rack, and grabbed her towel from her footlocker. She could see as she looked through her locker that Katie had apparently cleaned and stashed Nat’s exerciser and anal insert that she’d fallen asleep using. How she had time to clean her stuff and eat Nat out was a riddle for the ages. Smiling at her slut friend’s thoughtfulness, she padded nude to the shower, pausing only to give Katie’s ass a swat as she passed by. Katie, of course, having made her ass an easy target as she was bent over the rack worshipping Private Hall’s cock.

Normally she’d be fine showering with the rest of the unit, but she had a lot to deal with today and didn’t have time for the sort of gangbang she usually got into. Quite a few of the other Marine Trainees were jealous of her PT scores and her seemingly endless stamina, so they would often take it out on her holes during free time. Joke’s on them, right? She lived for that. A proper clusterfuck was the best way to get her energized and ready for the day.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t about to get fucked in the shower. There were a few other Marines trying to beat the rush, and it took almost no time at all before one of those Marines came up behind Nat and slammed his soapy cock into her ass with no preamble. It hurt quite a bit, even with the anal insert she was still sore from overdoing it yesterday, and yet the euphoric high that sex brought her still coursed through her veins. The pain brought pleasure, and the pleasure was what got her through the day.

She once again didn’t cum, the Marine content to fuck her as hard as he liked and blow a load in her asshole before just leaving. Nat was used to it, plenty of guys seemed to think she was only there to pleasure them. And maybe she was. It’s not like she didn’t cum throughout the day. She was able to finish the rest of her shower without interruption, though there was that part of her who wouldn’t have minded another cock or two to play with.

Once she finished her shower, she took some time to comb and deal with her hair. When left wild her blond locks could become a frizzy mess, but she kept it in a high and tight bun, perfect Marine regulation. She looked herself over in the mirror. She was still bruised and battered from the hours and hours of sex she indulged in at the graduation celebration. But those bruises were proof she was alive. The dull pain kept her sharp.

Finally clean and at least somewhat fucked, she padded back into the sleeping area. Katie had moved on, and was bouncing on a cock reverse cowgirl on a different bed. She waved Nat down. “Hey! Package on your rack from logistics!” Nat made a show of looking down at her modest tits. “Wrong rack, gorgeous!” Katie chucked, though whether from the pleasure from the cock she was riding or Nat’s terrible joke, she didn’t know.

Nat got to her bed and found a new set of BDUs for her lined in the traditional plastic of shitty base dry cleaners. But what got Nat’s attention was the sheer amount of material. Almost as if reading Nat’s mind, these were men’s BDUs, combat BDUs. Were these standard for 03’s no matter the gender? Or had logistics forgotten that she’d checked the F box when enlisting?

She dressed herself quickly, earning more than a few stares. There were a few grumbles that she’d gotten the wrong uniform. But she was glad to be putting on the green woodland camo as opposed to the sex suit that she’d been given as a trainee. It felt so right even if it made being used a bit harder. Fine, she could work a little harder for sex. Working for respect was more important.

Even as a trainee, even with her own, sleeveless uniform, Nat was briefed in the proper wear for the BDU. She rolled her sleeves tight, and made sure her belt buckle was properly centered.

“Looking GOOD, girl!” Katie called out from yet another partner she was riding. How did she switch guys so fast? She was just fucking a completely different man clear on the other side of her not two minutes ago.

Nat found herself uncharacteristically falling into a giggle fit. What a morning, and it wasn’t even time for muster.

Still smiling brightly, ready to face the world, she emptied her footlocker into her ruck sack, put her wallet and docs in her rear pocket, and finally put on her new dog tags with her new MOS, before closing the locker for the last time. She’d have a new one at her new destination, but this was the last time she’d see this dented piece of junk. It would fall into the hands of another new recruit. She looked around the barracks one last time, at the Marines she’d spent the last three months training with and having sex with. Some were engaged in some morning use to get it out of their systems, others were following Nat’s example and getting ready to ship out to their new postings.

Nat shoulder her ruck sack and her M1 carbine that she’d been issued. She’d already been ordered to trade it in for some fancy new M4, whatever that was, but for one last moment, this was still her rifle.

Knowing she’d see Katie later on the flight, she gave her one last tit squeeze before heading out. The brunette cooed happily, enjoying the extra attention, not that Katie was ever short of it. The other former trainees used to give Nat hell for all sorts of things, but her love for Katie’s boobs was one thing they could all agree on.

Nat stepped out of the barracks and pulled on her eight-point-cover, a soft baseball cap in all but name. She was just in time for morning muster, as the sun came up over the sea. She stood at attention and saluted the flag as it was raised, for the moment, one in a line of other Marines ready to move out. As far as she could tell, she was the sole female Marine wearing the male BDU, there was plenty of flesh on display from the other women of the Corps. For this one moment, she a singular presence, the one lady Marine with a combat directive. And while she could feel the stares of some of the other Marines now seeing her for the first time in her combat BDU, that just made her smile more. She couldn’t wait to show everyone just what she was made of.