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BARRACK ROOM BETTY CH. 05
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The sailors and the Tranny Wrens finally have sex.
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Chapter Five - Boys Will Be Girls

The three Wrens and three Leading Recruits were sitting engrossed in the
movie. Michele rested her head on Jason's shoulder and they were still
holding hands.

Jean was reaching into Mary's popcorn bucket every few minutes, chewing
popcorn around swigs of beer; he was enchanted by her perfume and found
her very attractive but he had no idea how to woo her. Then he reached
for some popcorn and misjudged and his hand fell in her lap; he looked
at her startled and snatched his hand away.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," he whispered.

Mary looked at him and smiled. She dropped the popcorn carton on the
deck and took his hand in hers and put it back in her lap. Jean beamed
at her and leaned into her.

"Thanks," he murmured.

Mary kissed him chastely on the lips and squeezed his hand.

"Watch the dit; we'll snog later," she grinned at him and then turned to
face the dit.

Jean sat there holding Mary's hand, a raging hardon in his bell-bottom
pants and a beatific smile on his face.

Polly and Jimmy had been exchanging furtive glances on and off since
Jean had moved next to Mary; the sexual tension between them was
palpable and eventually Jimmy could take it no longer. He leaned over
and whispered in her ear.

"Spike and Michele seem taken with each other," he nodded towards the
two lovebirds sitting three rows in front of them.

"Like it was some sort of secret? Really!" Polly replied satirically.

"What do you think?" Jimmy enquired.

"I think its disgusting; a transvestite Wren canoodling with a Leading
Recruit," Polly replied.

Jimmy blanched; disappointed with her reply.

"Yeah," Jimmy sighed.

"Of course, if I was to do this, it would be entirely different and
acceptable," Polly sniggered.

She pulled Jimmy's face to hers and kissed him passionately and reached
down and squeezed his cock though his trousers.

Jimmy gasped with surprise and then responded to her kiss, putting his
arms around her.

Polly shrugged him off after a minute or so.

"Ok enough," lets watch the movie.

But she left her hand in his lap and tortured him, running her nails
along the outside of his cock, squeezing it now and then.

"You teasing bitch!" Jimmy smirked.

"Shh, watch the dit," Polly sniggered, squeezing him again.

And so the three couples watched the movie, Michele holding hands with
Jason, and Mary holding hands with Jean. Polly was idly stroking Jimmy's
cock through his bell-bottomed trousers. They were all content,
entertained by the movie but at the same time wondering with
anticipation what would happen next.

They had crossed the line just as Michele had predicted. This was no
longer the Leading Recruits tormenting their grommets by making them
dress as Wrens. The Leading Recruits had become infatuated with their
creations and were now carnally involved. The Wrens had been feminised
to the extent that they actually liked being dressed as women, and not
only that, they appreciated the attentions of the four men left in
charge of them.

They were all a little nervous about what had transpired but they were
all contented with the consequences; the only question was, how far were
they willing to go?

The six newly acquainted lovers sat watching the movie, holding hands
and canoodling, sipping beer and munching popcorn, just like sweethearts
out on a date. Then all of sudden the reel ended and the screen was
bathed in bright light. They all let go of each other and sat up
straight, the cruel light putting an end to their intimacy.

"What the fuck?" Spike growled.

"Billy was supposed to have the second reel cued so it just cut right in
seamlessly."

"Never mind folks; let's call this intermission. Jimmy go and get some
more beer from the wets, Mary, you make more popcorn, and I'll find out
what the fuck is going on in the projection booth."

"I'll go with Jimmy and help with the beer," Polly volunteered.

"And I'll help Mary with popcorn," Jean replied.

"And I might as well help Jason find out what's going on in the
projection booth," Michele huffed.

"And fucking hurry up you lot! I wanna see how The Sting ends; it was
really getting interesting!" Michele whined.

She grabbed Jason's hand almost dragged him up the aisle.

"Fuck! She's got her knickers in a twist!" Jimmy laughed.

"Come on big boy, lets get that beer and get back here for the last of
the show I wanna see how it ends too," Polly took Jimmy's hand and
followed the others.

"Just you and me left," Jean said to Mary who was still sitting in her seat.

The cinema suddenly went dark as the projector stopped; only the dim
light of the exit signs providing a faint hue.

Jean held out his hand to help Mary out of her seat. She took his hand
but surprised him by pulling him down into his seat and then she closed
her face to his and kissed him. He was surprised briefly and then he
responded, kissing her deeply and passionately. She threw her arms
around him and pulled him to her.

It was awkward with both of them sitting side on and Jean lifted Mary
out of her seat and put her in his lap and embraced her and kissed her,
his tongue exploring her mouth.

"Oh god," Mary moaned and threw her arms around her suitor and wriggled
her buttocks in his lap.

Jean slid his hand along her leg and stroked her thigh.

"Oh you naughty boy," she gasped and kissed him again.

Michele led Jason through the lobby and up the stairs to the projection
booth; Jason's eyes were locked on Michele's taught buttocks, her skirt
tight against her cheeks as she climbed the stairs. At the landing he
hauled her up and pulled her to him and kissed her, Michele pressed
against him and lifted her leg and wrapped it around his as they fell
against the wall. Jason's hand went to her thigh as he kissed her
deeply. Michele reached down and squeezed him briefly through the flies
of his bell-bottomed trousers.

"We can do this later honey; I really want to see the end of the movie,"
she cooed.

"Jesus you've got me so horny Michele, but yeah, I want to see how it
ends too," Jason capitulated.

They made their way up the last flight of stairs and opened the door to
the projection booth and were shocked with what they saw.

Billy was sitting in the projectionist chair, his bells around his
ankles. Doris was sitting astride him, face to face. Her skirt was
discarded and he was holding onto her suspender straps as she slowly
rode up and down on his erect penis. They were kissing as they fucked,
oblivious to the outside world. Doris had her heels planted on the deck
and slowly rose and lowered herself on Billy's engorged member. She
still had her knickers on, the gusset had been pulled aside to allow
Billy access to her virginal bud. Billy moved his hands to her waist
lifting and lowering her in tempo with her gyrations.

Michele yanked Jason out of the doorway and back on the landing and
pulled him to her.

"Let them finish," she whispered in his ear and then playfully bit his
earlobe.

"They won't be long," she smiled up at him and drew his face to hers.

"But I wanna see how the movie ends," Jason whined between kisses.

"Its intermission; they'll get the second reel going soon. I can keep
you amused until then," Michele smiled at him and dropped to her knees.

Michele opened the buttons on Jason's flies and reached in and extracted
his semi-erect penis.

"Oh Michele I've never had a girl do this to me before," Jason gasped
looking down at the pretty transvestite Wren on her knees before him.

Michele looked up into his eyes and smiled and then lowered her lips to
his manhood. It quickly became fully erect and Michele slid her lips
along his shaft and worked her tongue on his glans.

Jason put his hands on Michele's head and slowly rocked backwards and
forwards as Michele clasped her lips around his shaft and lapped at his
fraenulum with the tip of her tongue. She didn't expect him to last long
and he didn't. He filled her mouth with creamy semen and shuddered as he
orgasmed; Michele looked up and was rewarded with the countenance of
pure pleasure on Jason's handsome face as she swallowed his issue. He
gazed down at her and looked in her eyes with an expression of gratitude
and devotion.