I had noticed Margaret watching and she obviously enjoyed what she saw, not I began to wonder if she didn’t have something to do with it. Darlene too watched without saying anything or trying to prevent what they did to me. But it was Margaret’s grin that was beginning to make me wonder, and knowing her I could hear her saying something like; oh don’t make such a fuss. The problem was there was so much chatter going on with the others women I couldn’t be sure who said what.
Living in a barracks with about 18 other women, how could I explain it if they were to catch a glimpse of my bald pussy? Undressing and dressing in front of just women there was never a need for real privacy, so unless I was real careful there was a good chance the girls in the beds next to mine might get a glimpse of my nakedness.
Of course I could keep my knickers on to hide myself, but then I never did as it was not considered healthy. Sleeping with ones day clothes on could cause some repercussions, as living in close quarters like that cleanliness was very important. I certainly did not want to be a candidate for the ‘Boot Polish’ treatment.
When I first joined up and came together with other women, we all came from different walks of life. Cleanliness was the one thing that was demanded from all of us; however there was the odd woman who for whatever reason didn’t see the need. One girl in basic training in fact never really made her bed; she just took of her tunic and skirt, loosened her tie and crawled under a blanket to sleep. Also except for slapping some water on her face then reapplying her makeup, did not see the need for bathing.
After repeated warnings she didn’t change her ways, in fact got quite ignorant telling others to ‘Fuck off.’ Complaining to the authorities was out of the question, so a group of girls decided to do something about it.
One evening after supper when we were all in the barracks, they gathered round her and grabbed her and after a struggle managed to get her up onto a table. She started to scream as if she was being murdered and a rag was thrust in her mouth and tied there to quiet her screams. Then, with many hands to hold her they stripped her naked, and someone got a tin of boot polish and a brush, and they blackened her from her tits to her knees.
Then unceremoniously she was escorted (marched) to the bath houses. There she was dunked in a cold bath and handed a scrubbing brush and bar laundry soap, and told to clean herself. When she finally came back into the barracks her skin looked red raw from the scrubbing, and she was told to make her bed properly and allowed to get in it. Of course the next day when she was dressed none of it showed. The next couple of nights she was given the option, and she volunteered to bathe herself.
Now that was an extreme case, still it served as a wakeup call for not only that poor girl, but for anyone else who might feel lazy about their personal hygiene.
That night in the barracks I was very careful in changing into my pajamas, so managed to slip into bed with no problem. In the morning it was different, normally when after washing and brushing my teeth, I’d return to my bed space to get changed for work. This normally started with struggling into my girdle, then putting on my knickers followed by my stockings.
So for one’s pussy to be on display for a few moments was not uncommon, still that morning being aware of this I was one of the first up and out to the washrooms. It was not like me to be the first out of bed; still no one seemed to notice. So after a hurried wash and teeth cleaning hurried back and quickly got dressed.
Again I was lucky and wondered how I could keep this up without others realizing the sudden change in my habits; still it happened I would not have to worry about it. That night thanks to that damned girdle, as I rolled it down over my hips and thighs the girl in the next bed space got a glimpse of my crotch.
It was after ten o’clock and being a Monday night almost all the girls were in the barracks, so there was quite a bit of chatter going on. Still it seemed that the room went quiet when the girl said, “What happened to your hair?”
Embarrassed I ignored her and grabbing my pajama bottoms and hurried into them. However the damage was done, another voice said, “What hair, what are you talking about?”
“Rosie’s got no pubic hair” she went on, I was aware of some other girls coming around and someone else saying, “You sure?”
Now as I said before shaving was not at all common in those days, so I was conscious of them gathering around my bed space. Still I ignored everybody and muttered something like, “Mind your own business” and tried to climb into bed. Now that was a big mistake on my part as now hands were pulling on my bed covers to get me up and the more I struggled to keep myself covered, the more determined they were to have their way.
I got up on my knees to fight them off but many hands grabbed me, and I felt myself being dragged out of bed. By now every girl in the room must have been around me, and a voice said, “Get her up on the table and we’ll take a look.”
I was still struggling and kicking and crying, but that just seemed to add fuel to the occasion. I felt my pajama bottoms being ripped off me and again many hands grabbed my flailing legs and held them apart.
Now I was helpless, in tears held in a spread eagle position for the others to gaze upon my nakedness. My arms were held firmly as well as my legs, and they were in no hurry to let me up. Lots of comments were being passed around, too many to mention here. All I could do was clamp my eyes shut to try to stop the tears of humiliation, and bite my lip to wait it out.
They were not rough with me as long as I didn’t struggle; my shoulders were pinned to the table by some hands. So all I could do was lie there and wait it out, and I was aware of bodies moving around taking their turns to get a good look.
Resigned to my fate I lay there listening to their comments, they were not unkind in a way paying me complements. “It’s so smooth” a voice said, I felt the first stirrings of pleasure begin deep inside me. I felt a hand touch my pussy, then others, and try as hard as I could I couldn’t control my feelings.
Now I felt them take turns to touch me, it was nice as they were quite gently, some just touching for a moment others running their fingers over it to feel her. A voice said, “Look she’s getting aroused” I knew my pussy was responding to the pleasure I was feeling inside me.
“Let’s give her a wank,” someone said. And a hand started to jill my clit. There were more than one hand, fingers on my tummy and with my eyes shut tight and biting my lip I tried, but couldn’t control the sounds of pleasure escaping my mouth.
My sounds seemed to excite them all the more as I was masturbated by more than one hand; the orgasms poured out of me one after the other. They let go my arms and legs and slowly the crowd around me started to disperse, for a moment I just lay there not moving.
Embarrassed I swung my legs off the table, without looking at anyone found my pajama bottoms put them on. I slid under the covers of me bed and covering my head curled up into the fetal position and thought about what had happened to me.
Not much I could do about it, I mean how could I report them for what they did to me? I’d be the laughing stock of not just the room, but the other barracks as well. Best I just forget it and try to get over it the best I could.
The next morning I managed to get up, wash and get dressed without making eye contact with anyone. The girls were good about it; I got a few “Good mornings” and heard some hushed giggles. For the most part I wasn’t teased about and had to just get on with my duties.
It was a couple of days before I could sum up the courage to talk to others, of course I told Darlene what had happened and she got a kick out of it. Slowly I began to see the others point of view, and as no real harm was done, except for a big embarrassment got over it.
Later that same week I got some bad news for me, Darlene received her promotion to Sergeant and was posted to Germany. It was the policy then that when one got promoted, to post them to another station with their new rank. The sad part for me was it wasn’t to just another camp in England, but one overseas.
The following weekend she packed her stuff and loaded it in her car, as she was given a few days leave would be going home for a few days before leaving for Germany. Of course I went with her to spend the weekend with her, and then would have to return to camp by train.
On the Saturday night we went to the club as usual, word had got out about what had happened to me. Irene and the others got as big kick out of it and I was teased something horrible. No sorry feelings amongst that lot, but by then I were seeing the funny side of it.
After the club closed, and with a bunch of the other girls was invited back to Margaret’s to continue to party. It went on until the wee hours of the morning, I don’t remember too much as I got quite intoxicated. We obviously got to bed as that’s where we woke up the following afternoon.
It felt strange when I did wake up as the Flat was so quiet, obviously Margaret and Florence had gone somewhere so I made tea and toast for Darlene and I.
To be our last time together for some time (or so I thought) Darlene was in no hurry to go back to her mum’s where she would be staying till she left for her new posting. We returned to bed for last excitement together, there was a bit of sadness attached to it. We talked about the good times we’d had together as we stroked one another. I sensed she was feeling the same sadness too, as her attentions got more and more aggressive.
How I loved every minute of it, her gripping my tits hard and nibbling them was a great turn-on for me. Thank goodness we could let it all out, as there was no one there to hear us as my vocalist increased with my arousal. The only risk was if Margaret and Florence should suddenly arrive home, but knew they would understand if they had.
We did it all, licked, sucked one another starting on the bed and falling onto the floor. We were like animals in our hunger, the orgasms poured out of the two of us. There seemed to be no letting up as we went from one position to another, she even dragged me up by my hair and pressed me against a wall and finger fucked me good.
Finally sweating and exhausted, we lay there in each other’s arms. Breathing heavy as our bodies quieted from the exertion, not saying anything just looking at one another. Being taken forcibly by someone I love, for me induces the most awesome feelings I can endure and enjoy.
We shared our last bath together and after got dressed and ready to leave. Margaret and Florence finally arrived home about 5:30, so we all decided to go out to eat. Margaret as gracious as ever paid for the meal, after we drove to the railway station and had a drink in the bar there while we waited for my train. Finally when it was time to leave, Margaret and Florence gave me good bye kisses. They reminded me they would still be there anytime I wanted to come up to London, and I’d be most welcome.
They left Darlene and me there so we could have a few moments together, to say our last goodbyes. We gave each other last minute hugs and kisses, and crying I boarded the train.
I can only describe the trip as desolate, I felt so low and lonely it was depressing.