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Somehow the words “no sex” had not been mentioned in the green pamphlet for the academy. It had featured pictures of young women preparing themselves for battle and included texts about what went down in the area .But no, not once had it said “no sex”. I’m Milla Jones, a 19 year old girl who was stupid enough to get her sexual debut right before she left for an All Girls military academy, the only males around here were some of the officers and Sergeants who taught us combat and self defense. They were strictly off limits. There was a silent rule saying that no matter how much the teachers’ arm muscles bulged from the black or white tank tops or however much you could see the outline of their cocks through their army pants – you just didn’t think of them that way. Now that would have been fine and dandy if it hadn’t been for the gloriously hot Sergeant Garlan Bravo that now and again would teach us self defense. He had been involved in the military every since he was a baby because his family had been in it for generations. He knew everything there was to know about anything. Now he was 26 and had the most incredible body I had ever seen. On his right arm he had a scar running from his elbow to his wrist, while off in duty he had been injured by an explosion and been sent home for a temporary leave, which was my pleasure.———- “Private Jones!” “Yes, Sir!” I responded and brought my hand to my head. My back snapped as I straightened it. It used to be a lot worse before I started doing it regularly. “Step forward and be the dummy.” Some of the other girls giggled. We’d been in here for more than six months but they still couldn’t control their faces. “Girls, no laughing,” the sergeant said with the hint of a smile that exposed two dimples on the sides of his full lips. Sergeant Garlan Bravo sure was a babe with that twinkle of youth in his green eyes. I aligned in front of him, standing straight as I waited for him to give me some directions. He instantly popped up and brought his leg in Başakşehir escort bayan between mine and put a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s say you get into it eye to eye,” he said and looked up on the other girls. “If someone attacks you like this… what do you do?” There was no response from the others and I was too hypnotised by his wonderfully rough face with the marked jawline to think of an answer. “You use their own force against them. You will want to play on your opponents weakness – and that is often their weight.” He looked at me. “Jones, if you were ever confronted in this manner by a man running towards you, would you try to flip them over your head?” Oh, I’d love to flip you. “That would be wrong, you want to twist my arm when you’re in this position.” Oh, please twist me! My sex-weak body was responding to his leg between my legs and my pussy was throbbing harsh. I really hoped he couldn’t feel it and I was begging my soaked underwear not to stain him. “Take a step back from my leg, grab my arm and pull it up on my back.” “Um… are you sure Sergeant?” “Yes, I’ll show you how to get out of it and use it against the enemy.” “Ok.” I tentatively did as he said. “Private Jones…?” He looked at me with a taunting look that made me want to ravish him. “Just do it.” “Ok… here it goes.” I gruffed as I did what he explained and raised his arm so that I could twist it around, but before I had got the chance to do so he turned it against me. My back lurched forward arched and my eyes started to watered. “See girls, whatever happens to you it can always be turned around… most of the times.” Against my bottom I could feel Sergeant Bravo’s groin and I had to stop myself from pressing backwards onto the outline of his cock I had actually glimpsed it before. The first few days at the academy the girls and I had spent our time playing pranks on each other and I had been dared to go over the teachers’ showers. I hadn’t expected anyone to be there Escort Bayrampaşa but he had been in the nude. I had been so mortally scared of being seen that I just ran back to the girls’ joint bedroom hall – I hadn’t seen much but now the memory made my cheeks flush. “Good show, Private.” He tapped my ass with his palm a tad too hard to be meant as a “get up” – or at least I hoped so. That flicker of hope soon turned into a flutter of horniness. I hadn’t had sex in a while – the only guy I’d ever had it with was my ex-boyfriend, Allan, back at home. He wasn’t even especially good at it so I took that as an excuse to not feel guilty over the fact that I was making fun of him in my mind while thinking about my Sergeant’s juicy cock between my pussy lips. “Sir… I could really use a bathroom break,” I hadn’t touched myself properly in good while either. It was kind of hard when other girls were constantly around. “There are no breaks in war.”I really didn’t want to sound disrespectful, but damn. I really needed to let my finger sliver down my stomach and caress my throbbing clit while no one was around and I could think about Sergeant’s groin against my ass. “Hurry up, Private.””Thank you, Sir!” I spurted off, trying to do the jog they’d been trying to teach us. The jog that always hurt like hell on my knees but had toned up my thighs a bit. I could feel his gaze on my neck as I disappeared between two barracks and ran towards the bathroom. My swollen clit was rubbing up against my underwear and made me shiver all over. I pulled up the door and closed it hard behind me. The toilets at the academy were sparkling clean. Well, of course they were! We were the ones to clean them and it was a mutual agreement that they were to be kept neat. That’s why I never thought twice about tossing myself on the floor and squigling out of my army pants that were hugging my hips and groin. “Ok,” I huffed to myself and squirmed around. I unbuttoned the pants and slid them Beşiktaş escort down to my knees. “Here we go…” Images of Sergeant Garlan Bravo instantly came to mind; I thought about the first time I’d seen him att call-up. He’d been a God in full lips, dark hair and twinkling eyes. I moaned and caressed my chest through my shirt. The third day came to mind and I thought about when he was in command of the stamina exercises and he was yelling out commands to us girls and making us sweat as we jogged after him. He’d been laughing at us as he easily jogged up the mountain facing us. We’d been groaning and trying to keep up with no success. “Mmm… Sergeant,” I moaned and pinched my nipples. There was something hot and forbidden about him and that only made me want to caress his dick with my tongue, swirl it over the shaft and put pressure on the veins running on the sides of it. My hand finally found it’s way down to my green underwear, the crotch was soaked with my hotness and I ran my fingers through the soft tangle of hair,we weren’t allowed to use razors here, and dipped my fingers in my juices that smelt sweetly of my sex. I found myself wondering what the Sergeant smelt like. During self defense his skin was usually slightly sticky from the hot and humid weather and he smelt like a mixture of freshly showered skin and sweat. In other words I could just devour him and his delicious scent. Hopefully he tasted the same. I imagined he did. My hips writhed and squirmed and bucked upwards as I played with myself. I ran my fingers between my lips and gently dipped into my entrance, then I pulled back as to tease myself. I parted my moist lips with two fingers and I ferociously wished that I’d had a vibrator. I’d never had one but some of the girls that had brought one with them had gotten them confiscated. With one finger I put some pressure on my clit and gently rubbed it around, I pulled back the swollen mound and played with it directly. My fingers were glistening with shiny juice and my back arched up and my pussy got raised in to the air as I was about to cum. “Mmm… Gar…” “Private Jones, are you alright?” The door was shoved open and I scrambled to hide myself as my heart raced in my chest. My eyes were wide with shock and my fingers were still deep in my panties. Why wasn’t the door locked?! “Ahh…
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