Corporal Green

 This is a re-post (and longer post) of what I wrote and published on bb as a df for Corporal Green. The photos were all found online, and the story was written around/from them.

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Saturday 2 Sept 1944

     The Allies liberated Paris on 25 Aug 1944. On Friday 1 Sept 1944 the US moved its main headquarters to Valognes, France, in time for Labor day on Monday. The war was going well for the Allies, Free labor was winning. Corporal Green had been busy over the last week. 

       So much so that by her Saturday night shift at the Quartermaster depot, she was out of clean slacks. Instead she wore her skirt; she both liked and disliked it. She disliked wearing it to work as her trousers were much more practical, but she liked that it was more feminine. Her skirt was tight and slightly shorter than the regulations allowed, but no one cared, except Corporal Green. It made herself conscious, the men all seemed to stare at her more than when she wore her pants. 

     Hence she was glad to be on the night shift, it would hopefully be a quiet night. And it was. She came on duty at 1900, and by 2030, she saw no one. She had been fortunate and had gotten a good rest during the day, so she was not tired. Looking around for something to do, she finally spotted several unmarked crates in a back corner. She had noticed when they first arrived at their new supply depot, her Commanding Officer, Lt. Merdoc had said, "Corpal Green, when you get a chance, dispose of those empty crates. But right now we must unload the truck". 

     “Yes, Sir” she had replied with a solute.

It had been forgotten till now. So she bent to pick it up. It was heavier than she expected for an empty crate and had a slight clink of glass. Curious, she opened one. It contained French brandy. Then she opened another, French red wine. The third was another brandy, Napoleon in fact. The fourth French cognac. The fifth was French white wine. Finally, the sixth was French champagne.

     She put them back. She wasn't sure what to do with them now. Before she could think about it much, she heard two men call from the front of the warehouse. So she went to see what they needed. She found two privates. They were both drunk. 

     "This is quartermaster boys, your barrix is down the street."

     The boys ate her with their eyes. "Yes, yess. but we need to get something," slurred the first, staring at her skirt.

     "And what would that be boys?" she asked.

     "You" said the second slightly more sober one reaching for her.

      "Well, Sorry boys, I know you don't have a requisition."

      "Couldn't ya cum.. with us anyways? " Asked the second one, winking at her.

       The first one started laughing as his buddy said "cum" to the sexy corporal. Soon both young men were laughing. 

       "No. I'm on duty. And you're drunk. Now I think it's time you went to your barrex," she told them.

      "Well, then maybe you could have a drink with us," asked the more sober one, pouring a cup.

       "No, I'm on duty," she scolded them.

       "Just one. Flease," slurred the first.

      "Just one can’t hurt. We won't tell. We promise to leave after," added the second.

    Corp. Green knew she shouldn't drink on duty, but if it would get rid of these two? One drink wouldn't hurt. It was a slow night. She reached over the desk, grabbed the cup, knocked it back, and handed it back. Then she reached for the phone. "Now off to the barrix you two. Don't make me call the MPs.

     "Don't call the MPs, we'll leave. Let's go Carter," said the second.

     "k. Taylor." said Carter.

     "See you later Corporal," they both said.

     "Bye boys"

      Corp. Green sat down. She looked at the clock, 2050. In that respect, she was sad the two privates-Carter and Taylor- were gone, they were the only ones she'd seen since coming on duty. But they were drunk. And a bad influence, they got her to drink on duty after all. And she had not come on duty cold sober. She had two glasses of wine with her dinner at 1700, so at 1900 she was pleasantly feeling a slight buzz.Without their help, she was no longer really feeling it. With their shot of whiskey, she was now feeling buzzed..So it was definitely a good thing they were gone. Especially the way they were looking at her. 

      Looking down at her lap, she crossed her knees. Damn skirt, she thought and wished the men didn't stare at it so much. Just then a Sargent came in.

     “Bonsoir, corporal,” he greeted her, he too steered at her skirt, though he quickly looked away. 

     “Good evening, Sargent. Can I help you? She asked, glad to find her words still clear.

     “Yes Corporal, I need x, y & z. I have a requisition,” he replied and placed it in front of her.

      One of the more common ones, she glanced over it and said “yes sir, as she stood.” She stumbled slightly, but made her way over to get x, y & z. She had to bend down to get it. She could feel the sergeant staring at her behind. When she had x, she brought it to the sergeant. “Here’s x.” She then went to get y. It was up on a shelf, so she got the ladder. As she climbed, she again felt the sergeant watching her. She got y and returned it to him. Then she put the ladder back and got z. All the while the sergeant watched her like a hawk. Finally she had everything, she took the requisition, signed it, and passed it to the sarget. “Please sign, sarg.”

     He signed, and said “Thank you corporal.” Took his copy and gave her hers and then “Good night Corporal.

    “Goodnight Sargent.” 

     Once he left, she sat down. She wished men did not stare at her so much, especially in her skirt. Then she remembered the liquors she'd found. What should she do with them? She could hardly dispose of it, such a waste. Well, she’d just have to wait for her sergeant. She looked at the clock, 2130. She kinda wanted to try the champagne, she had some yesterday at the bar and had really liked it-alot. But she knew she shouldn’t drink on duty. Not that her chain of command really cared. At least not in London. But this was France. So she shouldn’t drink any more on duty tonight. However, her CO had said to dispose of the crates, and surely that meant the contents, Right? She asked herself. Drinking the champagne would be one way of disposing of it, Right? She'd just be following orders she figured. But there was no way she could dispose of it all in one night. And she really shouldn't drink on duty. She went round and round for the next 30 minutes, trying to decide what to do. 

     Then right at 2200, a Corporal came in. “Night Corporal. My CO needs XX, and handed her the requisition. 

      She studied it, as well as the new corporal. She found him attractive. "Sure thing Corporal?" She asked.

      "Corporal Brown," he told her. He wanted to ask her name, but she was already off to get XX. Unlike the sarget, he was pretty blatant in staring at her skirt. She could feel his eyes burning into her until she was out of sight around a corner in the warehouse. She was just about to return to him, when she saw a wine glass in the window sill. Remembering what private Taylor said, “just one can’t hurt," She decided then once Corporal Brown was gone she'd have one glass of champagne. Thus decided , she hurried out with xx.

       “Here you are. Please sign.” She said giving him the XX and signing the requisition.

He looked at her signature and said, “Thanks Corporal Green. I'm Corporal Brown. Fitting for the army, we were always in green or brown.” 

        “Yes, hopefully Corporal Blue is in the Navy.” she replied, used to comment about her name and the Army “ Well, Good night Corporal Brown.”

        “Good night Corporal Green.” He replied, and left somewhat reluctantly.

      Corporal weighed a couple of seconds to be sure he was gone, and then she went to get the glass. It was a little dirty, so she took it to the ladies room..that was one thing she liked about the new supply depot in France, it had dedicated latrines. As she washed it, she noticed a door. Trying it, she found it was a small empty closet. Now she knew what to do with the liquor-she would place it in here. Then she could dispose of it at any rate she chose. She left the glass in the sink to dry, the closet door open. Then she went to get the first crate, the champaign. 

     Luckily the door to the ladies room swung in and she easily pushed it open. She placed it on the floor. She then retrieved a corkscrew from her purse glancing at the clock 2215, and proceeded to open a bottle and poured herself a glass. She took a sip, and afterwards made an audible, “mm” and smacking her lips. She took a second sip and third sip, before setting the glass down on the sink. She then got the other 5 boxes, sipping champagne after each trip. After the last trip, she was starting to stagger, as she finished off her first glass. She didn’t give it any thought, and simply refilled her glass. She left the bottle in the closet and closed the door, taking the glass with her to her desk. 

      That was the thing she liked that was the same as in London, she had her own desk, so she could hide a bottle and her glass in the desk.

She had to quickly hide the glass as Corporal Brown returned. “Corporal Green, I'm back, seams my CO needs XXX now,” and handed her the requisition. 

She carefully looked it over, and glanced at the clock, 2230. Then she stood. She stumbled, “oops, new shoes” and braced herself on the desk. At first, Corporal Brown bought her excuse, but as he watched her stagger off, he knew she'd been drinking. He wasn’t going to complain, that's for sure. 

      Like the y, the XXX was on a high shelf. Corporal Green got the ladder. In her present state, she was able to carry the ladder, but the awkward, heavy ladder only made her staggering more pronounced. Feeling flirty now, and now glad to be wearing her skirt, she called out "CorporAL Brownn, would ya flee..."she noticed her slur and corrected "Pugh-lease hold me...hold the ladder for me?"

      "Sure thing" he answered as he rushed over. Once he was beside her, she carefully and slowly started up the ladder. As she expected, Corporal Brown looked right up her skirt. He in fact could see right to her white panties. 

     She took her time retrieving the xxx. Once she had it, she passed it down to Corporal Brown, as they made eye contact. Keeping eye contact, she started down the ladder. Given her now tipsy state of intoxication, she missed the last step, and fell into Corp. Brown's arms, though he wasn't sure if it was accidental or intentional. "Oh, your SOO handsome and strong" she flirted. They would've kissed, but for the ringing of the phone. So Corp. Green rushed off to answer it, Corp. Brown follows behind. 

    "Hello, HQ Quatermas'er" she answered. 

     "This isn't Able Company?" the voice on the line asked.

     "Nope," she replied before hanging up. She picked up Corp. Brown's requisition and signed it, her signature sloppier than before but still readable. She then handed it to Corp. Brown. "Flease sign." He signed and once more gave her her copy.

      "Well, good night Corporal Green"

      "Kelly" she volunteered.

       "Chuck," he informed her.

       "Good night Chuck," she told him.

        "Night Kelly,"  he replied as he left.

        Once he left, she retrieved her glass from the desk. She sat happily, humming and sipping. Soon the glass was empty. She looked at the clock, the numbers were getting a little hard to read, though she did correctly make it out to be 2300. "Muzt be a light out" she thought aloud, ignoring her slur.

      Over the next 15 minutes she just sat there, enjoying the buzz and warmth of the alcohol. At 2315 she decided she wanted to try the brandy. She stood, flapping in the breeze like the US Flag outside, knocking over her chair. “Opps’e day’zies, she slurred, before setting the chair back up. Then she staggered off to the ladies latrine with her glass. Her path from her chair to the latrine was like a convoy in the mountains-it went from point A to B, but was not straight. She burst through the door like an artery barrage, and then ricocheted off the stall to the closet. Opening the closet she stepped in, and sat the glass down. 

      Getting a bottle of brandy wasn't difficult, but opening it was. Soon, she had the bottle open, and poured a glass, spilling some. She took a large sip. It was strong, but she liked it. Then she returned to her desk with both a bottle and glass. She hid the bottle in the desk, and sipped the brandy from her glass. When her glass was empty, she had to visit the ladies latrine, not for more to drink, but to use it. Had she been able to read the clock, she would have seen it was now 2330. This time, she somehow managed to stand without knocking over the chair. She started to stagger off, only to realize a few steps in, she was going the wrong way. So then she turned, nearly fell, and made her way to the latrine. 

     In the bathroom stall, she hiked up her skirt, and lowered her panties with some difficulty, but finally managed to sit and pee. Once she dries herself, she started to leave, forgetting her panties, so she fell, a little like a bomb, to the floor. “Owie,” she remarked in surprise, not genuine hurt. Realizing her mistake, she pulled her panties up. She tried to stand, but finding it too difficult, crawled back to her desk, though not with the skill or quietness of a soldier through enemy territory. Once back to her chair, she pulled herself up into it. Then, she took out the bottle and drank straight from it.

2400 Sunday 3 Sept 1944

        When the clock rolled 2400, Corporal Green was much too drunk to read it, drunker than the two drunk privates she’d met earlier in her shift. About then in walks Lt. Merdoc, her CO. “10-hut, Corporal Green.” The command cuts through her befuddled brain slowly. Too slowly for Lt. Merdoc, “10-hut Corporal Green, a Solute is in order Corporal.” 

       She finally registers, but too drunk to stand, she just soluted slouched in her chair, her shirt bunched up around her waist, exposing her garters and panties, her knees apart exposing her white panties. As she holds her solute, she realizes it's Lt. Merdoc, her CO. “Cor..CorporAL Green, Sir.” 

     “Corporal Green, you're drunk.”

     “Yesss, Ssirrr. How’d you know.”

     “Many ways, but for one, your salute is not regulation.” He opens his trousers, and pulls out his cock, it too is not a regulation salute, but is saluting her all the same. He puts it right up to her eyes. “My cock is saluting you.”

“Yes ser, I seeee,” she tells him. 

“Well, you know what to do, you did it enough in London,” he tells her.

“Yesss, Sirrr.” she answers, finally breaking her solute. She grabs his cock with her left hand, and begins to suck.

And suck.

And suck.

As she sucks, her left hand finds its way under her panties. Both soldiers moan in pleasure. Soon, Lt. Merdoc can’t take it any more, “Im gonna cum, make me cum Corporal.” With her mouth full, the intoxicated corporal can't answer, as she continues to suck. Just as the Lt. cums, his cock pops out of her mouth, his warm cum blasting her face. 

      His cock now at ease, Lt. Merdoc Kneels down, and removes Corporal Green’s moist panties. He asks the Corporal, “you want me to eat your Pussy?”

     “Yess, Oh Yess Sir” she drunkenly slurs in answer. As he eats her pussy, she fumbles with the buttons and buckle of her coat. She moans in pleasure as the Lt. expertly licks her. Once her coat is undone, she starts on her tie, followed by her shirt buttons. She manages to have them half undone, when she cums. 

      The Lt. then helps her to finish undressing. When she is down to her dog tags and hat, Lt. Merdoc’s cock is again hard. “Corporal Green, for being drunk on duty, again, I'm going to have to fuck you.” He tells her as he slides his hard tool into her wet slot.

      Somewhere during their fuck session, Corporal Green’s dog tags fall off. When Lt. Merdoc was ready to cum again, he pulled out, and cummed on her face. “10-hut. Stand at attention Corporal Green.”

      Slightly sobered from the sex, Corporal Green is able to stand. She is nude, sweaty, with cum on her face, swaying drunkenly as she solutes Lt. Merdoc.

”At ease Corporal Green,” he orders her as she passes out on the floor.

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0430 Sunday 3 September 1944

Corporal Green wakes up, still intoxicated. She looks at the clock, and with still some 

difficulty makes out 0430. A wisp of her hair has come loose and her dog tags are out, but otherwise outwardly she is back in uniform, the cum wiped off her face. At 0500 she greets her relief, “Hello.” as she stands. She stumbles. “I’m bushed.” and fakes a yahn. 

           “Get some sleep Corporal Green,” her relief tells her. 

They exchange “Good nights” and Corporal Green staggers out into the early morning. As she staggered towards her quarters, in an alley she encountered Corporal Brown. He’d returned to supply a third time just after Lt. Merdoc. Unnoticed, he'd watched them, only slipping away when she passed out. As she slept, he'd managed to find a bottle of whiskey. When he finished his shift, he’d hurried towards the supply with a cup and the whiskey. 

“Kelly, would you please have a drink with me?” he asked. 

“Yes, Id LOve too Chuck,” She said recognizing the strong handsome Corporal Brown. They sat on an empty crate, and each had a cup of whiskey. “Goood Wish-key,” she happily noted

“Kelly, may I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yes, fleas Chuck.” They leaned into each other. As they kissed, his hand made its way onto her thigh. Meanwhile, her hand undid his belt. He had hand under her panties, when she pulled his cock out. Stroking it with one hand, she grabbed the whiskey bottle and drank. As she drank, he fingered her, quickly bringing her to orgasm. Then she stood breifly swaying wildly before droping to her knees like a bomb. Her chin grazed the missile head of his dick.

Then she began her masterful sucking of his missile.

          Young Corporal Brown had exceptional stamina, and was about to cum as the sun started to illuminate the sky in the predawn around 0615. This is when Kelly suddenly stopped sucking Chuck. “Dont Stop!” he cried.

       “Im not, lets…fuck me” She trieed to say, but it came out a jumble of “Immmno..lk..me.” Seeing his disappointment as she stood, she made a hand gester to tell him she wanted to fuck.

Now understanding, he helped her stay up right and remove her skirt. He now realized her garters and stockings were missing. She stepped out of her skirt and spun quickly around. He barely had time to remove his pants and to pull her panties out of the way before she landed on his cock. They were happily fucking when Privates Carter and Taylor happened on them. The Privates had gone to the berrix and slept it off, but got up early to look for Corporal Green. They almost thought they'd missed her, when they heard the unmistakable screams of sex in the aley. They were happy to see her drunkenly riding a cock and drinking whiskey. Private Carter quickly dropped his pants, and Private Taylor took his dick out and took the bottle from Corp. Green. He spilled some, so he removed his shirt. Soon Corp. Green was alternating sucking Private Carters cock on her right, and Private Taylors on her left as she continued to ride Corp. Brown.

Corporal Green was glad France was just as much fun as London.