Morina and the Switching Spell: Chapter 12

Morina and the Switching Spell: Chapter 12

Morina and the Magic Switch Ch. 12

Chapter 12: Buttered Rolls.

28 May 1944, Sunday at 0430.

The alarm clock's dinging ended the finest sleep I had experienced for a long time. Feeling like a completely different woman, I was at ease and confident. This was me, ready to face any challenge that came my way.

I had suggested getting the alarm clock. With limited facilities for women in military settings, taking care of personal hygiene demanded caution. Privacy was a hard-to-come-by commodity, particularly at an airfield with hordes of males who hadn't seen their wives or girlfriends in months.

Agatha had brought us an alarm clock, which I set 30 minutes before reveille. This would give us time to shower and attend to personal needs, a necessity when sharing a tent with an audience of a hundred guys outside our tent, ensuring the guard remained at his post.

"Bleeech! Four-thirty is already here?" Amanda grumbled.

"Chin up! I'm raring to go!" I boasted cheerfully.

"I'm not feeling zesty this early," she grumbled back.

"Alright, I'll shower first and you can stand guard," I stated, fastening my uniform.

The clock ticks appeared to last forever as my heart yearned for the late afternoon and more time with John.

Time deceives when there's anticipation. However, life around me seemed to be befuddlingly slow, Amanda lingered in the shower for an age as cold water was our only option. I even found breakfast queues to be abnormally prolonged.

However, my spirits lifted after the morning briefing session led by Colonel Drummond. He announced that starting today, we'd be launching nighttime bombing missions. This meant no more evenings with John Ayresdon were on the horizon.

"How's your evening with Lord Ayresdon last night?" Agatha enquired post-briefing.

"Marvellous!" I affirmed, typed with bittersweet emotion.

"It doesn't sound like it was marvellous. What's the problem?" she questioned with empathy.

"I was supposed to meet him again this evening, but this new bombing schedule will make that impossible," I revealed.

"I'm sorry," Agatha said sympathetically.

She left with me to the comms tent and brought me up-to-date. Lee wasn't spared as he also enjoyed these evenings with her.

The rest of the morning was consumed by discussions on new nighttime bombing procedures. Pilots were encouraged to nap in the afternoon so they'd be fresh for take-offs in the evening.

My joy returned after lunch when I entered the mess tent. In a corner, I saw John conversing with Colonel Drummond. The Colonel replied to something John said, gesturing me over.

"Miss Spellman, I've given Lord Ayresdon my consent for him to allow you off base with him this afternoon, but you need to confirm if Miss Chanter can cover your radio watch while you're gone. Need to be back at your station by 1700 hours," Colonel Drummond inquired.

"Mmhmm! Yes, sir!" I beamed, surely too excited for my own good.

He chuckled at the exuberance of my response.

Post dismissal, I fled to the comms tent to deliver the news to Amanda, yanking John with me.

"Finished already?" Amanda asked after seeing me and John.

"No, the Colonel said I could spend the afternoon off base with John if you're available to manage the radio," I proclaimed.

A wicked grin stretched across Amanda's face.

"I'll agree, only if you reveal every detail of the afternoon when you return," she said smugly.

I faltered, "I told you what happened last night."

A wicked glint crossed her eyes: "I want all the details. I can't wait to hear every detail."

My reluctance was clear.

"Alright, I agree," I conceded reluctantly.

"Great! Grab some grub, I'll be right back," she insisted, leaving the tent.

"What was that all about?" John inquired, still grinning.

"She wants to know all the details of our time together when I come back," I figured aloud.

"Interesting," he responded, still smiling.

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"You're right that our intimate moments don't matter to her, but my feelings for you are so intense that I don't want curiosity to keep us apart," he explained, grinning.

"I had an amazing time last night, but she's interested in the details about you," I added, cautiously.

"I'm fine with that if you are," he replied, moving closer to me.

We shared a tender kiss, me pressing my cheeks against his.

"As long as you're okay with it, then I guess that's okay, but I'm still not happy about it," I said, kissing him tenderly on the cheek.

As we started to part, he pulled me back and covered my lips with his, running his tongue through my mouth.

I returned his affection, feeling my entire body tingle from lips to toes. When we broke the kiss, I looked at him.

"She's pretty wild in bed. She might even be disappointed when I tell her," I mused, leaning in to kiss him again.

He held me close and slid his tongue over mine. Then, he gently broke the kiss.

"You were pretty wild, too. Plus, I don't mind disappointing her either as long as we're together," he affirmed, pressing his lips against mine.

As we continued the kiss, I thought about what he said. Then, I broke away, laughing.

"Did I say something amusing?" he asked.

I was still giggling when I responded.

"I was just thinking, what if we didn't disappoint her?" I suggested.

Amused, John's expression turned into lust. He kissed me again, wrapping his arms around me and pressing me against his body. I felt him hard against me.

I reached down and gripped his ass, while my other hand dove between our bodies and rubbed against his hard-on.

"You two don't waste any time, do you?" Amanda called out.

We broke the kiss and faced her. She was standing at the tent opening, carrying her food tray.

John cleared his throat.

"Well, thanks, Miss Chanter. We'll be leaving now," he said, smiling.

He pulled me to his side and headed towards his car, giggling as she watched his groin.

I smiled at him, "Are you hungry? Or do you want to satisfy something else first?"

He grinned in response.

"I can wait, but I have a different desire to take care of," I continued, caressing the inside of his thigh.

He drove quickly to the cottage, hurriedly opening the door. Once inside, he kisses me with passion, his hands entwined in my hair.

After the kiss, I gave him a devious smile.

"I want to taste you," I whispered, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock.

He let out a loud groan, holding my head steady. I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and pushed his rod deep into my throat. My eyes watered as I swallowed his cock. Gently, I pulled back, gasping for air.

I glanced up at his face, which displayed terror, pulling him down to kiss me. His horns were out, and he softly pulled my head towards him, urging me to stand. I had a different plan.

"I want to taste you," I said again, pulling his cock from my mouth and wiggling my tongue against the tip. I stroked him with my hand and gently massaged his balls with my other, coaxing him to release.

He responded quickly, twitching in my mouth.

His knees gave way, and he leaned against the door, still holding onto my head. I smiled up at him as I put him back in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head.

"Ahh!" he groaned, his hands still on my head.

I pulled back, gasping for air, while keeping his cock in my mouth. My eyes stung, but I continued sucking him. Finally, I pulled my head back.

I looked at him with a mischievous grin.

"I want to taste you," I said again, pushing his cock into my mouth and wiggling my tongue against the tip. I stroked his dick with one hand and gently massaged his balls with my other, coaxing him to release his seed.

"Ahh!" he cried, buckling slightly, clutching my head.

I continued sucking on him until his orgasm, his body shaking against the door. My excitement heightened as I heard him moan. I pumped and sucked him harder, my desire fueled by his cum.

Time seemed to simply slip by as the spasms in my mouth grew more powerful and frequent. He was drawing nearer, and it was turning me on just knowing that I'd brought him to the brink. His testicles felt like they were tingling in my hand, and I carefully squeezed them a bit. I could feel them contracting and his cock expanding.

I took a deep breath in through my nose...

"Ohhh, fffuuuck!" he gasped as his hands trembled on either side of my head.

The first spurt of his warm, sensual cum burst deep in my throat, leaving just a hint of its salty taste behind. More quickly followed, in short, rolling bursts, and I swallowed as quickly as I could, pausing to match the contractions I felt from his sack. But between his cum, his dick, and the saliva pouring from my mouth, my mouth couldn't contain it all and saliva trickled past my lips and down my chin.

I kept his member in my mouth after the final contractions and the smaller spurts that came after, swallowing the very last of his thick deposit before gently cleaning off his softening dick. Only then did I release his member from my mouth, and wipe my chin, which looked like it still had some semen drip marks that hadn't fallen on my uniform shirt.

He helped me stand and kissed me, there's no doubt he could taste the musky flavor lingering in my mouth and on my tongue from before. After that kiss, he pulled out his magic wand and, with a wave, our clothing disappeared and reappeared neatly folded on a table next to the fireplace.

Taking the wand away, he reached between my legs and probed the wetness between my flesh folds. I folded my knees, closed my eyes, and hoped he'd go deeper and maybe massage my clit. But instead, he laughed lightly and took his fingers out, holding them in front of me so I could see the wetness from my arousal on them. I grabbed his wrist and put his fingers in my mouth, sucking on them just like I'd suck on his dick, savoring the taste of my juices.

He let me clean his fingers before putting two of them between my legs and pushing them in until his fingers found my pleasure zone and he rubbed it. I moaned, begging him to go deeper, but he took them out, this time bringing them to his mouth, sucking them with a sexy mouth and licking them as he removed them.

Then, bending my knees and placing me on the bed, he kissed me and slowly went down my body with his lips, leaving sloppy kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck. He continued to worship me with his mouth, his lips and tongue stroking the sensitive parts of my neck until he reached my breasts.

I noticed his breath on my nipple right before I felt his tongue flick over it, then he paused and flicked it again. My nipples numbed as they became more sensitive from the teasing licks. He paused long enough to heighten my expectations for another lick, then I felt him wrap his lips over the areola and softly nibble on the nipple with his teeth.

A jolt of pleasure sent a charge down my spine, right to my clit. I clenched and felt my sweet, thick nectar seeping out of my pussy and dripping onto my stomach, causing me to writhe in satisfaction from the ticklish sensation.

He continued to suck on my nipple, now with his soft, swirling tongue that swam around the edges that had been stimulated by his teeth. This sent another jolt of pleasure down to my pussy. I grabbed his head and held it against my breast, asking for more.

He kissed my nipple before switching to the other side, repeating the same light licking ritual. He once again played with my anticipation by pausing every now and then, making me wait in anticipation of his next lick or nip of his teeth on my nipples.

I was now groaning, gasping, and squirming underneath him, pushing my pelvis into his stomach in an attempt to push my clit against his rock-hard abs. But I only succeeded in teasing myself more by brushing my clit against his hard stomach, which was now soaked with my slick juices from my writhing.

He moved down between my thighs, placing his head between them, and teased me further by licking my upper, inner thighs. It was driving me crazy with desire.

"Please, John," I begged, grabbing his hair and urging him to suck my clit and lick my slit, "Patience, Love!" he said, chuckling into my pussy.

First, he softly swiped his tongue on my inner labia, collecting my juices and teasing my clit's underside. This triggered a small, unexpected surge of delight that caught me off guard.

"Ah!" I cried. I was craving more.

Next, he performed another lick, this time starting lower, running along my perineum, making his way up to tantalize my clit.

"Ah, Ahh-!" I gasped, gripping the sheets tightly in anticipation.

Just as my climax was in reach, his nose touched my labia while his tongue caressed my anal star. This brief yet intense contact caused me to lift my behind from the bed in ecstasy.

"Oh, sh*t!" I exclaimed, still clinging to the sheets.

I was close, very close, but I couldn't quite make it there. I unwound my knotted hands from the sheets and fell back onto the bed, panting loudly.

"Hold off, Morina. Wait for me," he advised in a soothing tone. His arms surrounded my hips, holding me down onto the mattress.

"So close," I breathed, "So close to cumming."

"I know," he replied gently. His warm, gentle breath brushed against my genitalia.

"I don't think I can delay - " I said, my breathing somewhat steadying.

"You must. I want to be the one to make you cum," he replied.

He covered my mound with his lips and swirled his tongue around my clit.

"Ahhh!" I moaned as my back arched and my butt rose from the bed. Each flick of his tongue sent waves of joy throughout my body and I did my best to resist climaxing.

He increased the pressure on my hips and thighs, pushing me closer and closer to the brink. The pleasure swelled and I could feel its power within me. Yet, I strained to hold my muscles tight without experiencing the glorious explosion of gratification.

Finally, he removed his lips from my clit, allowing me to exhale and regain some semblance of control. But the desire to release was still there and I struggled to stay in check.

"Good work, beautiful!" he commended in awe.

I beamed at him, feeling quite pleased with myself. My chest ached from my heavy breathing while he gently ran his lips along my sweat-covered body.

He kissed and licked the sweat off my abdomen and between my breasts. Finally, he touched my lips with his own in a light kiss.

As he covered me with his body, his member pressed against my entrance.

"Take your time. Don't cum until I say so," he reminded me softly between our mouths.

Slowly, he pushed into me, but my muscles, steeled from the earlier stimulation, weren't yet ready to accept him.

"One moment," I panted, steadying my breath.

He stopped and waited, allowing me to relax. Once I felt ready, I nodded my consent.

As he pushed again, I widened my legs and relaxed for him. He slid slowly and deeply inside me, tapping my pleasure spot. With every thrust, I fought to contain the itch within my core.

"I can't do this..." I moaned, uncertain of my ability to hold back.

"You're doing wonderfully, Morina. It's almost over now. So close," he brushed it aside, his eyes burning with desire.

Lifting himself up on his arms, he studied me. My breath was steady and I looked up into his hungry gaze as he hovered over me.

"I...I don't think I can resist," I admitted.

"You must, dear one," he replied resolutely. "I'm going to be the one to take you over the edge."

He began to move his hips, pressing deeper and thrusting into me while whispering reassuring words in my ear.

"You're doing beautifully," he praised. His penetration heightened my arousal. "Just a little longer...you're almost there again."

"Can't breathe..." I gasped, my breaths increasing.

"Precum and sweat are rolling between your beautiful tits. I can't wait to have you," he moaned, his eyes scorching me.

He moved his hips, pushing himself deeper inside me. His groin moved against my sensitive pleasure spot.

"I can't do this..." I whimpered with a heavy inhale.

"I understand, my dear," he tolerated tenderly.

With his lips against my ear, he encouraged, "You're almost cumming. You're delectable. Let yourself go."

I struggled between the desire to release and the need to hold back. My heavy breaths and aching nipples made it almost unbearable to keep my composure.

Finally, he pulled away, allowing me to take a breath. My muscles loosened, but the yearning to burst forward still lingered.

"You're sensible," he claimed, proud yet astonished at my accomplishment.

He pressed gentle kisses on my face before moving up the bed and aligning himself with me.

"Now," he purred. "Cum for me."

I wrapped my arms round his neck and panicked as he pushed inside me once again, sending me spiraling over the edge into a world of bliss.

I grinned at him as he thrust inside me, our repaired bodies finally allowing for full penetration. I was momentarily scared about the pain, but I soon felt him slide in all the way, the two of our pelvises connecting.

I held in a moan, trying to prepare for what was about to happen. He pushed harder, and I could feel the roughness of him inside me. I clenched down, and he twitched slightly in response. I was already sweating and getting wet, aware of the increasing pressure as we drew closer to our climax. I gripped tightly, feeling a slightly concerning intensity in the motion.

"Wait for it," he breathed.

I nodded, gripping my cheeks with my hands and focusing on my core, focusing on the pleasure building up inside me. He resumed thrusting, his movements becoming harder and stronger. Waves of pleasure washed over me in the form of orgasmic contractions, emanating from my clit and cunt. I was trying to hold in the sensations, but they were growing louder and louder.

"Please," I gasped, barely audible.

But he continued thrusting, increasing the speed and force. I looked into his eyes, trying to ask him with just my expression but failed.

"Please," I repeated, louder this time.

With a final, powerful thrust, he hit my pelvis, his balls pounding against my rear, right before he paused and just held himself there.

"Cum," he ordered, sounding harsh and commanding.

My body trembled in response, releasing the orgasm I'd been building up. Pleasure coursed through every inch of me, making the world disappear and only leaving waves of ecstasy filling me. My senses sharply narrowed down to just the ecstatic sensation from my clit and pussy.

After what felt like an eternity, I was finally able to focus on other things. I listened closely to the faintest sound in the background: the beating of my enormous heart. I recognized it immediately even with the earlier orgasmic state I was in. I used all of my strength to take a deep breath and slowly began to fill my lungs.

John was still looking down at me when I could speak again. I glanced up at him and saw his expression, half pleasure and half concern.

It took me a bit more time to regain control of my breathing. Once I could, I turned and kissed him, my lips glued to his, filled with gratitude. He sat back and pulled out from me, leaving me empty with a slight emptiness.

I saw his solid, hard erection and asked with curiosity. "Did you cum?"

He nodded and smiled. It was a brief reminder of our earlier romantic interlude, where he had satisfied my sensual desires.

There on the bed, I got on all fours, offering my butt to him. I wiggled my behind and gave him an inviting look.

"This is your answer," I teased, with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

He cautiously moved towards me, arms outstretched, and I felt him against my rear pocket.

"Am I ready for this?" he inquired, half-jokingly.

I quickly got up and dosed myself with one of Agatha's contraception potions. It was meant to last for a full day, but at this point, I wasn't sure how much effect it still had. Considering my agreement with Amanda, I couldn't risk getting pregnant.

I stared into John's eyes again before going back to the bed. I kneeled and turned around, my bottom facing him. I handfed him the jar of cardinal butter.

"We should give Amanda something to think about next time she visits," I teased clearly.

John's eyes lit up with pure lust at my suggestion. He quickly positioned himself behind me, and began to push, lining himself up against my opening. As he did so, I tried to remember.

"Wait," I cried out, jumping off the bed and running to the pantry again.

I couldn't risk the wrong kind of pregnancy while fulfilling what I'd promised to Amanda. I grabbed a new jar and returned to the bed.

"This should work," I told him, dipping a finger into the new jar and rubbing it inside me.

He smiled at my eagerness for his body and lined himself up, resuming his thrusts. He slapped against me, pounding harder and faster. I shuddered with each thrust, the mixing of this new jar with the collar butter feeling twice as pleasurable as before, when he tried this for the first time.

"I promise you, she'll have something to remember us by," I told him.

He smiled even harder. This day had brought many changes, and more without stopping. After I was sure we both climaxed, I eagerly turned and kissed him, a mix of euphoria and relief.

As he pulled out of me, we both lay there, catching our breaths. I knew that another day would bring another opportunity for us to explore more with each other. For now, I was happy with all that we had done and that we would have another great memory together.

"Yeah, I believe so, but I've got to admit, I've never done this before," I said solemnly. "But I trust you, John, and I want you to be the one to break my cherry."

His baby blue eyes still held that lustful spark, but the rest of his face portrayed a warm concern. "I think you're gonna love this," he said, taking the jar of butter from my hands.

He commanded, "Get on your knees beside the bed."

I did as instructed.

He scooped a bit of butter onto the tip of his member, and then spread a generous amount around my back door. It felt surprisingly good against my anus and I clenched my sphincter muscles in response.

"Take a deep breath and relax," he said with a grin.

He used his butter-coated finger to probe my opening. "That feels great, doesn't it?" he chuckled.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. The finger slipped inside me and I almost lost my breath. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "It feels way better than when you stick your tongue there!"

He pushed deeper and began swirling his finger, causing a litany of sensations to emanate from my rectum. It initially felt a bit uncomfortable, but it was not painful. The more he worked it, the better it felt.

I remembered how horny I got when he spread my ass cheeks and pushed his tongue against my opening. But this, his greasy finger, felt even better.

He slid two fingers inside me and my virgin hole stretched to accommodate the widening invasion. "Is that too much?" he asked, holding his fingers in place.

"No, just gimme a sec to adjust," I said, my anal walls spasming around his fingers.

He patiently waited while I tightened and loosened my sphincter muscles. "God I love your body, Morina," he said, caressing my cheeks affectionately. "But I think I might love your ass the most."

I nodded, still panting. "Okay."

He deflected my hands while holding his fingers steady, rubbing inside my cheeks. "You're doing great for your first time," he reassured me as his fingers explored.

The familiar feeling of moisture between my inner labia combined with the tingling in my clit and nipples. The discomfort from being stretched combined with the horniness I felt.

But it wasn't just me. I saw precum dribbling down his cock and onto my calf. He gave me that wicked grin, and then proceeded to finger-fuck me. I moaned and squirmed on the bed as his fingers slid in and out without resistance.

"You're all set!" he announced.

He withdrew his fingers and I felt the void in my anus. Suddenly, his right hand was covered in more butter. "I've got it all lubed up."

He lined up his cock with my gaping anus. His left hand was still above my hip, while his right hand rested above the other hip. He slowly pushed in, stretching my anal muscles.

"Breathe and push," he instructed, panting slightly.

I inhaled deeply, tensed, and eased out slightly, like a rubber band being stretched. He pressed onward, supported by my clenching muscles and groaned as he popped inside. "Ahh!"

I moaned in response hearing the sound of our perverted delight reverberating through the room. I felt him move again, then paused. I tried not to tense up.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked with concern in his voice.

I shook my head. "I'm okay. Just let me adjust."

He held himself there, limp inside me as I relaxed my muscles, fully accommodating his width. "Ready?" he asked, gently stroking my ass cheeks.

"Ready," I said, nodding affirmatively.

He pulled out and lined up again, then pushed firmly this time. I felt his cock stretch my opening before slowly entering me.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," we moaned in unison.

He continued to ease deeper, stretching me farther and farther until something smarted. "Ooh... ooh... aah!" I grunted. "Almost there!"

I felt him pause. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, keep going, but slow," I responded, panting.

Slowly, he continued his invasion, giving me more and more space to accept his member. I was expecting discomfort and was surprised by how good it felt having him fill me. A strange, ghostly sensation inside my lower intestines heightened as the tip of his cock slid in further and further. Finally, I felt his balls reach my ass. I squeezed his cock in appreciation.

"So tight. So fucking tight," he uttered with awe.

"It doesn't feel as bad as I thought," I responded.

"Are you ready for me to start pushing?" he asked eagerly.

I nodded. "Slow and let me feel it."

He did as told, sliding in just an inch or so at a time. Each insertion felt like a firework exploding in my gut. "Ooh... ooh... ooh!" I murmured with anticipation. The ensuing pleasure was indescribable. A soft tingle coursed through my body and I knew I was close.

At last, he was deep inside me, pressing against my colon. "Do you want me to start pumping?" he asked.

I felt it was time. "Yeah, fucking go for it!"

When I sped up, any discomfort or doubts I had vanished. My behind pulsed, sending pleasure to my clit and core. I squeezed from the feeling.

All of a sudden, he halted.

"You alright?" he inquired.

"Don't stop. Carry on," I urged, gasping slightly.

He resumed his pace, drawing his member almost entirely out before ramming it back in. This felt even better. The more forcefully and rapidly he moved, the better it felt.

"How does this feel?" he panted.

"Great. Push harder," I panted breathlessly.

He tightened his grip on my hips as his prick slid in and out of my ass. The tingling sensation I was experiencing from my ass and clit became more intense and climbed up my spine and into my nipples. I heard myself moaning with pleasure. I sensed another orgasm building inside me.

John was gasping above me, and I recalled he hadn't climaxed during my intense orgasm previously.

"I want to feel your sperm within me," I panted, turning my head.

He tightened his grasp on my hips and thrusted harder. This felt even better.

"Cum with me. Touch yourself. Make yourself cum," he panted.

I reached down to my crotch and rubbed my clit with two fingers. Oh my goodness did that feel good. The orgasm I was feeling approach became stronger and nearer.

With my fingertips between my legs, the side of my head and my chest were pressed against the bed slipping back and forth with each thrust, making my nipples more sensitive. I was almost there.

"Harder! Fuck my ass!" I panted loudly.

He increased the pace and thrusted even more vigorously for maybe three or four more times.

"Oh God!" He cried out before one final thrust and pushing himself against my ass cheeks.

"FUUCK!" he yelled as hot surges of semen squirted into me.

My ass felt his prick swell and throb as he discharged his seed into me. This drove me insane, and I rapidly stroked my clit until...

"AhhhhEEEE!" I gasped/cried out clenching repeatedly over and over on his still-deep-inside prick.

We were still climaxing when I noticed him release my hips and take hold of my shoulders, leaning over me and covering my back with his torso. He caressed and kissed the back of my shoulder affectionately as our climaxes wound down, licking my salty sweat.

I twisted around my upper body, head, and neck as far as I could to kiss him. He moved towards me to meet my lips, his penis slipping out of my ass when he did. He circled around and held my breast, squeezing gently, as he traced his tongue over my lips. I playfully licked his tongue while his semen leaked from my ass.

When he ended the kiss, he gazed into my eyes.

"Thank you," I said, smiling.

"It was my pleasure," he chuckled. He sat back on his knees, enabling me to leave from under him.

I stood up, holding my hand over my buttocks to keep myself from leaking on the floor, and made a run for the bathroom.

In the washroom, I cleaned myself up, enjoying a warm shower and a quick shampoo. When I left, John had tidied away any evidence of our tryst, including the smell. He remained naked as he awaited his shower.

"I'll have to invite him in with me next time," I thought to myself as I got dressed.

It was late in the day, but we had some time before we had to return to the base. Both of us were famished, and our stomachs growled.

"Are you up for finding something to eat with me?" he inquired.

"Absolutely, I'm starving," I replied.

We drove to a nearby pub in Ashford - it was the only pub there. They provided light snacks there, and I had a lamb stew while John ordered a Shepherd's pie. The stew was one of the best stews I could recall tasting, but it might have been because I was starving after all that sexual activity and missing lunch, or simply because I had been eating mess tent food for the past two weeks.

John dropped me off at the airfield just before 1700 hours.

"Let's do this again tomorrow at the same time," he suggested.

Prior to returning to the communications tent, I made a detour into the 5-1-2 Squadron camp. I had a scheme to make Amanda think twice in the future before inquiring about my intimate moments with John. However, I couldn't inform him of the specifics.

I found Lee and said I was going to the communications tent to supervise the radio so that Amanda could have dinner and inquired if he would like to accompany me along the way. He agreed readily, unaware he was part of the plot against Amanda that I was devising. While en route, we conversed about my feelings towards John, his feelings for Amanda, and our schedules for the following day. He had no concept he was a component of the revenge strategy I was developing against Amanda.

"Hey there! What's the scoop?" Amanda excitedly asked as soon as she noticed me entering the tent. A look of anticipation covered her face.

"I'll fill you in after dinner." I chuckled.

Lee followed me inside at that moment. For the first time, Amanda seemed a bit displeased to see him.

"Alright, but it'd better be good." She sighed.

"Oh trust me, it will be." My smile grew wider.

Lee inquired, "What's going on?" as he trailed Amanda out of the tent.

"I'll tell you later." Amanda responded from a distance.

Amanda seemed to rush through dinner that night, coming back after only 30 minutes. She returned alone and sat down next to me and leaned in.

"Spill the beans, what's the story?" she asked.

I took my time describing my afternoon in detail, from the blow job at the door to John's orgasm-building edging, followed by his epic orgasm. I dragged out my story as long as I could, intermittingly straightening up our sleeping quarters and work areas. By the time I got to my account of my first anal encounter, complete with orgasm, Amanda was on the brink of losing control.

"Oh damn, Morina. I'm so turned on right now." She blurted out as she began unbuttoning her skirt.

"Amanda, what are you doing?" I asked, jokingly.

She was doing exactly what I thought she would do. The reason I asked Lee to join me in the communications tent.

Voices of men were heard approaching the tent. It was time to get ready for the evening bombing run. I had perfectly timed my story.

"Is it okay if we come in?" Lieutenant Fisher asked from outside the tent.

"Of course! Get ready!" I rejoiced as I faked a giggle.

Lieutenant Fisher and two Corporals entered the tent, and we prepared for the bombing run.

For the entire eight hours of the bombing operation that night, Amanda and I squirmed in our seats. Amanda was drenched and desperate for relief, while I sat there sore from my anal encounter.

During a short break in the activity, I decided to push her buttons more. "Do you have some buttered buns at supper?" I inquired casually.

Amanda glared at me icily, then turned back to the log books. But within a minute, she was suppressing a quiet giggle which turned into a full-on laugh. The laugh was quickly cut off.

"Oh shit!" she whispered to herself.

I could tell that her excitement was highly arousing me, so I giggled.

"What are you two laughing about?" Lt. Fisher questioned.

"Nothing!" Amanda and I replied simultaneously.

The planes returned from their bombing run near sunrise, followed by an hour of filling out the necessary paperwork. Amanda and I were finally left alone in the communications tent. I was about to leave for the latrine and the morning administrative meeting.

Amanda wasted no time fumbling with the buttons on her skirt.

"What're you up to?" I teased.

"Fuck you, Morina. I've thought about nothing but you getting fucked in the ass all day!" She groaned, pulling down her skirt.

There was a wet spot on her skirt, and the aroma of her arousal was undeniable. Her panties were soaked, and she thrust her hand inside and began fingering herself in front of me.

"Off you go. Don't forget to "fumidify" the tent after you're done," I chuckled on my way out.

"Fuck you!" she moaned in response.

I was laughing to myself as I walked away. I wasn't entirely heartless... although I was tempted. I had only gone about 50 feet when I encountered Lee heading towards the communications tent.

"I'm here as you requested. What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"Amanda needs your help in the communications tent. You can thank me later." I giggled at my own joke.

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