Getting relief at Boot Camp part 1

Cindy Williams had always wanted to be a soldier; finally High School was over and she was in basic training; 7 weeks in and loving everything about it....except for one thing: the lack of sex. Cindy had always had a high sex drive like her 3 sisters, her brother and the rest of her family. All five hit puberty early and spent junior high and high school chasing cock/pussy or whacking off. Sometimes the house seemed to vibrate with five teenagers beating their meat! Cindy wasn't the most attractive girl so often had to relying on her right hand and her stash of playgirls. When she got to boot camp she got hit with the no-porn rule, everyone had to hand over their jerk off material, magazines, dirty novels. Next she realized she wasn't going to get one minute's privacy sharing a dorm with 20 other recruits -washing, eating and training together. Shit! No boys, nothing to beat off to and nowhere to do it!! Her fustration levels reached boiling point within a couple of days, even some of the other girls were starting to look hot! 5 frustrated days later she woke at 3 am to the sound of a rythmical squeaking from a bunk opposite; it took a few seconds before she realized one of the other girls was whacking off. 'Don't blame you! God I need a cum!!' By the time who ever it was was finished, Cindy was in an even more excited state, before she could decide if she wanted to risk it herself, she saw one of the other girls sneak out of bed and head for the latrines. When she hadn't returned after 5 minutes, Cindy realized with a little thrill that finished at the tip of her already erect clit what the girl was doing in there. She decided to 'take a look'. She'd always gotten a thrill from spying on her brother and sisters 'doing the dirty' In fact a couple of images were stored in her 'jerk-off image index' for her own personal pleasure - her brother trying to get a blow job from the vacuum cleaner and her oldest sister fucking her father's long nightwatchman's torch. She sloooowly got up and tiptoed to the door of the latrines and eased the door open. Inside she could see someone was in the last stall. She got down and peeped under; two bare female feet with a pair of green sweatpants dropped around them were visible; she could here 'fuck...yeah...fuck...shit' and an audible rhythmical sucking sound. Whoever it was was definitely jerking off! Who was it? Cindy decided to take a risk and peep over the cubicle door - just very quickly...'probably have their eyes closed', her pussy tried to reason with her brain. She slooowly streched her neck over and peeped for a fraction of a second....Aleesha Johnson! The pretty black teen was 'reading' a porno magazine; her small right hand busy between her widely parted legs. Although Cindy had been quick and quiet, she wasn't quick enough Aleesha squeeled and jumped up, the magazine dropped to the ground with a slap. 'Shit! I'm sorry! please don't tell on me!' 'Gee, Aleesha' Cindy said, mockingly. 'I'm not sure, you arent suppsed to have porno - what you got here?' Cindy reached down and picked up a magazine call 'Meat'. it seemed to be entirely of hugely endowed men - some dressed as sports stars, some, she saw as she flipped the pages, dressed as soldiers! Cindy's deprived pussy began transmitting a scheme to her hormone drenched brain. maybe there was something little Aleesha could do in exchange for her silence...