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Chapter 3 by thenewagewriter thenewagewriter

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Next Night!

The next evening dragged on through endless drills and shouts from the sergeants.

Jake's muscles ached from hauling gear across the muddy training field, but his mind kept drifting back to Sara's bunk above his. The way her cock had stretched him, the taste of her cum on his tongue—it all burned in his thoughts, cutting through the fear of tomorrow's maneuvers.

Lights out came too slow, the barracks filling with the usual grunts and snores. Jake lay still, staring at the wooden slats overhead, his cock already half-hard under the thin blanket.

A soft thud. Sara dropped down again, her silhouette sharp in the dim glow from the hallway bulb. She wore just her undershirt and boxers, the fabric tented at her crotch.

'Missed this all day,' she murmured, sliding onto his bunk. Her hand went straight to his thigh, squeezing the muscle there.

Jake turned toward her, heart pounding.

'Me too. Couldn't stop thinking about your dick inside me.' He pulled her close, their mouths crashing together. Lips parted, tongues tangled rough, teeth nipping. She tasted like the rations they'd shared at dinner—salty, real.

Sara's fingers yanked at his waistband, freeing his cock. It sprang up, stiff and leaking. She gripped it tight, stroking from base to tip with quick pulls.

'Hard for me already. Good recruit.' Jake groaned into her mouth, his own hands shoving her boxers down. Her cock flopped out, thick and veined, brushing his stomach. Below it, her pussy lips swelled, slick with arousal.

He wrapped his fist around her shaft, pumping in rhythm with her strokes on him. Pre-cum smeared between their palms, making the slides wet and fast. Sara broke the kiss, panting. 'On your knees. Suck me.'

Jake shifted, the bunk creaking under him. He knelt as best he could in the tight space, mouth hovering over her cock. He licked the head first, tongue flat against the slit, lapping up the salty drop there.

Then he sucked the tip in, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed down. Half her length filled his mouth, stretching his lips wide. He gagged a little when she thrust up, but kept going, slurping loud enough that he prayed no one stirred.

Sara's hand tangled in his hair, guiding him deeper.

'Take more. Fuck, your mouth's hot.' She rocked her hips, fucking his face slow but firm. Saliva dripped down her balls, and Jake reached under to cup them, rolling the heavy sack in his fingers. Her pussy clenched visibly, juices trickling onto the mattress.

After a few minutes, she pulled him off with a wet pop.

'My turn to taste you.' She pushed him flat on his back and swung her leg over, facing his feet. Her ass hovered above his chest as she bent down, mouth engulfing his cock.

She sucked hard, head bobbing fast, throat taking him deep. Jake's hips bucked up, chasing the suction. He stared at her exposed holes—pussy dripping, ass cheeks spread slightly.

He couldn't resist. His tongue darted out, licking her pussy lips from bottom to top.

She moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting through him. He plunged his tongue inside her, tasting her tangy wetness, fucking her with it while his hands gripped her thighs. Sara ground down, smearing her juices on his face. 'Lick my clit. Yeah, like that.'

Jake sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. She shuddered, her own mouth working him sloppier now, drool coating his balls.

One of her fingers teased his ass, circling the hole still tender from last night. She pushed it in, knuckle-deep, curling to hit his spot.

'Fuck, Sara...' Jake muffled the words against her pussy. The dual ****—her mouth on his cock, finger in his ass—pushed him close.

He lapped faster, tongue thrusting into her pussy while sucking her clit. Her cock twitched against his chest, leaking pre-cum there.

She came first this time. Her body tensed, pussy contracting around his tongue as she flooded his mouth with her release. Juices squirted lightly, soaking his chin.

The sound she made—low and guttural—vibrated straight to his balls. He followed seconds later, cock pulsing in her mouth. Thick ropes of cum shot down her throat; she swallowed every drop, milking him dry with her lips.

They collapsed side by side, breathing ragged. But Sara wasn't done. She rolled him onto his stomach, pulling his hips up.

'Ass up. I need to fuck you again.' Jake complied, knees digging into the mattress, face buried in the pillow to muffle sounds. She grabbed the small tube of lube they'd stashed under the bunk—contraband from a supply run—and slicked her cock.

The tip pressed against his hole, still loose from before. She slid in easy, inch by inch, until her hips met his ass.

'So fucking good. You're made for my cock.' She started thrusting, slow at first to let him adjust, then building speed. Each slam rocked him forward, his spent cock rubbing the sheets and hardening again.

Jake pushed back, meeting her drives.

'Harder. Pound my ass.' The barracks air thickened with the scent of sex—sweat, cum, lube. Her balls slapped his, wet smacks echoing softly. She reached under, stroking his reviving cock in time with her thrusts.

'War's hell, but this... this is heaven,' she grunted, leaning over him. Her breasts pressed against his back, nipples hard points.

She bit his shoulder, not breaking skin but marking him. Jake's hand joined hers on his cock, jerking faster. The pressure built quick, her cock hitting deep inside.

He came again, cum splattering the bunk below. The clench of his ass pulled her over. Sara buried deep, groaning as her cock throbbed, filling him with hot spurts. Cum leaked out around her shaft when she finally pulled free, dripping down his thighs.

She lay beside him, pulling him into her arms. Her cock softened against his leg, pussy still twitching occasionally. 'We'll get through this shitshow. Together.'

Jake nodded, exhaustion finally hitting.

'Every night like this? Sign me up for the front lines.' They drifted off tangled, the distant rumble of artillery a grim reminder outside. But in the bunk, it was just them—raw, urgent, alive.

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