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US ARMY ROTC CAMP
Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
shook and trembled violently, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I couldn’t hold back and let it fly, my jism mixing with her juices and filling her tight pussy to overflowing. I pumped and pumped and pumped until I was sure I couldn’t pump out any more. She exclaimed in rapid fire succession, “Oh-my-Gawd, my-Gawd, my-Gawd!!! Fuck meee!!” I rolled on to my back, pulling her on top of me, my cock still in her. She pressed her hands into my chest, and bit down on her lower lip, as she worked her hips back and forth, my cock buried deep inside of her. Her boobs bounced up and down and I did my best to hold on to them. She stiffened and shook, as another massive orgasm rocked through her muscular body. She collapsed on to my bare chest, her head coming to rest on my shoulder. My cock slipped out of her pussy, even as she pleaded, “No, no, no.” She stretched out her legs between mine and lie motionless on top of me, her hands holding on to my shoulders. “Oh my gawd,” she whispered. “I hope it is always like this!” We kissed again, and she trembled, yet another time. At some point, we stopped kissing and she lie perfectly still on top of my naked body. I pulled the sleeping bag over us and closed my eyes. The flame in the lantern flickered and as it ran out of oil, it eventually burned out, leaving us in total darkness. I slipped my young lover off of me and to my side. She was in a deep sleep and I listened to her breathing, which was punctuated by a soft purring-like ... moan. I kissed her on her check and fell asleep. I woke to hear muffled voices outside my tent. Cadet Milowsky’s eye fluttered open, as she lay naked beside me under the cover of my Army bedroll. “Oh shit!” she whispered. I “shhhhh’d” her and pulled myself from the sleeping bag. I slipped on my underwear and my trousers, and handed over her undergarments and her uniform trousers and her socks. We both got dressed and she climbed from the sleeping bag, staggering as she stood up. I put my hand out and helped to steady her. “Are you OK?” I asked. “Sir, yes, sir,” she replied, looking for her service cap. She retrieved it from my cot, as I rolled up my sleeping bag. She took a step back and stood at attention. She rendered a sharp hand salute and held it in place. “Sir, may I go now, sir?” she asked. “You’re free to go,” I replied, returning her hand salute. As she started to open the tent flap, she turned and looked back at me. “Thank you,” she remarked. Before I could respond, she disappeared out of my tent. A week later, Cadet Milowsky was promoted to cadet company commander and I was happy to pin the cadet insignia on her lapel. The ROTC assignment was a brief one and one I would not soon forget. I just got back from my second tour in Afghanistan and as I settled into my new assignment as the Operations Officer for a support battalion, the Battalion Adjutant called and told me I had a new Operations Assistant. What are the chances? How many Kim Milowsky’s could there possibly ...