0 comments/ 48048 views/ 37 favorites The Lust of the General By: DAB32697 **NOTE** This story is a complete work of fiction; all characters and situations. It does contain reference to actual historical figures, implying fictional distant family relation to the characters. My name is Captain Miranda Grant; United States Army. I am thirty-one years old, a graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point and am currently stationed at Fort Bliss, just outside of El Paso, Texas. I was born and raised in central Ohio, and in case you didn't notice, my last name is Grant. Yes, I am a descendant of the great Union General and former President, Ulysses S. Grant. Now you might be under the impression that my family was military through and through. Well, we weren't; at least not from my grandfather down through my father. But from a very early age, the warrior spirit flowed through my veins and I knew that one day I wanted to be a soldier. I had two older brothers and we used to play war games all the time with other neighborhood kids as we were growing up. I had absolutely no interest in playing house, dolls or any other stereo-typical activities associated with being a little girl. In fact, I don't even remember having any girl friends. I hung out with the boys and loved being a boy; only problem was, I was a girl. Of course up until puberty, nobody noticed. By the time I was thirteen, the boys I had been playing sports and rough housing with since I was six all began to look at me in a very different way. My chest was suddenly getting bigger and rounder, my hips were widening, my skin was softening tremendously, and worst of all: The infamous monthly curse! Yep, I had now officially begun the transformation from boy, or at least tomboy, to young woman. Well, by the time I was eighteen, I was pretty much the same as I am today. I was five feet six inches tall, weighed 117 pounds (122 pounds today), my hair was dark red and it hangs down to the middle of my back (drapes down to the top of my shoulders today), my skin was fair, smooth and a touch on the pale side, splattered with light freckles. My firm, round and perky breast were a strong C-cup, my stomach was flat and a well defined six pack, and I had all the right curves in all the right places; ass, hips, thighs and calves. And believe it or not, my face was one that the high school yearbook committee selected to be the Best Looking of all the girls in my class. Yet, my play habits with the boys hadn't changed at all. Even though I couldn't play high school football, baseball or basketball with them, I still was a boy on the inside, so I never had the slightest interest in dating any of them at all. I was much more interested in girls who were built like, and were as pretty as the yearbook committee claimed that I was. So, being a boy trapped in a beautiful young woman's body, I was in seventh heaven. I played volleyball, girls' basketball, soccer, softball and was on the swim team. Even though I was a natural competitor and athlete, I much more enjoyed watching my teammates run around in their skin tight shorts, tank-tops, sports bras and swimsuits while in action. Then after the game, came the real heaven: Hit the showers! I've heard that many young people, girls in particular, have a very hard time coming to terms with homosexuality and are terrified of what their family and friends will think. Well, for some reason, I never had that problem. I guess because I never really considered myself a girl; in my heart of hearts, I was a boy living in a woman's body. So the fact that I was hot for girls was completely natural. When I told my parents my interpretation of my situation, they of course, were very concerned and thrust me immediately into psychotherapy. But my therapist soon determined that I was a waste of her time. I was completely mentally sound and sane. I was well aware that I was female in every aspect; I just was attracted sexually to women. I was a lesbian. "No kidding!" Oh well, I guess I can't blame my parents, they loved me very much and I'll admit, I was weird. Really weird!! For even though I considered myself a man in a woman's body and had no interest in dating men, I liked being a sexy woman. I wore short skirts, skimpy tops, skin tight designer jeans; anything and everything that accentuated my very pleasing feminine figure. I also wore make-up, designer perfume, lace bra and panties, and always took excellent care of my hair and skin. Though I hadn't heard the term at that time, I now know that I was and still am a lipstick lesbian. That means that I'm the epitome of everything a beautiful, sexy lady is supposed to be, except I'm attracted to and have sex with other beautiful, sexy women. And just for appearances sake, I did go out on dates with guys from time to time, but usually never more than twice. I didn't put out! Well, except one time; see I've always been a firm believer in avoiding contempt prior to investigation. So to be absolutely certain that I wasn't missing out on anything spectacular, I listened to the girl's gossip around the locker rooms and in the halls, finding out who the "Big Man on Campus" was. The one all the girls were drooling over and who had the best reputation of being a great fuck! Once I found him, it took me less than half a school day to get him to ask me out. I won't bore you with the details of our night of bridled bumbling between the sheets. Let's just say I learned that I'm not missing a thing when it comes to guys; not to mention that having sex with a guy was what really made me feel gay, if that makes any sense. Despite tremendous temptation, I never made a pass at any of the girls at my high school. I know how cold, cruel and vicious teenage girls can be, and if it ever got out that I was hitting on girls, I could probably kiss my appointment to West Point good-bye. So even though I knew I was not going to be having sex with guys, I still had no idea what having sex with a girl was like cause I'd never done it. As my high school career was wrapping up, it was becoming increasingly more difficult not to stare at the hot bodies in the girls' locker room and wanting to play with them. But it was through these torturous trials everyday after practice that I reaffirmed to myself that I had all the self-discipline, self-restraint, endurance and vigilance to be a great soldier. But even a soldier gets laid from time to time. Anyway, even though I was considered a waste of her time professionally, my parents were still paying my therapist to see me once a week. So I spent most of our weekly sessions venting my sexual frustration to her. One afternoon as I was venting, something strange happened: I started to cry. My therapist came over to the couch and held me in her arms as I really came undone. With my head resting on her shoulder, I suddenly caught a deep whiff of her perfume and realized how good her body felt pressed up against me. Long story short, my first lesbian sex experience came that day with my therapist. Though she wasn't exactly a knockout; she still had a pretty face, big tits and a sweet voluptuous ass. She was also an incredible kisser, knew how to please a woman and ended up teaching me a lot; primarily, that I loved fucking women! So, in the long run, I wasn't as much of a waste of her time after all, because our weekly therapy sessions turned into incredibly wild sexual encounters. True, she was taking a tremendous risk by having sex with a patient, particularly a supposedly confused, teenage lesbian. But I guess she needed it as much as I did, and I also knew that the life of a soldier is fraught with danger, so I might as well get used to it. I received the appointment by both the U.S. Senators from Ohio and was almost immediately accepted to West Point. Four grueling years later I graduated in the top of my class with an appointment to the Corps of Engineers at the rank of second lieutenant. Over the next nine years, I traveled all over the world in the service of my country. I made First Lieutenant after my third year of service when I was assigned to the Artillery Corps. I was promoted to Captain after my seventh year of service and received a second star of commendation. It was then that I was reassigned to Fort Bliss and given the great honor to serve on the personal staff of the base commander, Major General Albert Ross. Now I'm a Captain in the U.S. Army, I'm thirty-one years old, built like a brick shithouse and haven't had sex for nearly nine years. God forgive me for saying this, but: "I need some pussy! And I need it now!!" Well, good things come to those who wait! May sound like complete bullshit while you're actually waiting, but in the end, it really is true. And sometimes, it may come at the expense of somebody else. General Ross suffered a severe stroke one afternoon while out on maneuvers on the base and was completely incapacitated. Though he survived, he could no longer continue his duties and was forced to retire ;( See what I mean). In the meantime, his senior advisor, Colonel Simmons had assumed temporary command of the base. Now that General Ross was forced to retire, a new base commander would be assigned to the post. The entire base was very saddened at the General's departure and Colonel Simmons ordered flags be flown at half-staff until the new base commander arrived. When the news finally came that our new base commander had been selected, I was the first officer on the General Staff to receive the memo. I opened the file and then just about dropped it when I read the name: "Lieutenant General R.E. Lee?" I said to myself. "What the hell is this, some kind of sick joke?" The most famous General in American history was coming to take command of Fort Bliss nearly 140 years after his death. Robert E. Lee died in 1870. And that's exactly the line I told Colonel Simmons when he came in that morning and I handed him General Lee's file. But Colonel Simmons didn't find my joke funny. When I apologized for my making light of the situation, he told me that it wasn't my joke that had upset him; it was the appointment of General Lee to command of this post. He wouldn't elaborate at all, but I got the distinct impression that Colonel Simmons had a very deep and personal vendetta against this mysterious General Lee. The new commander was due to land at the base at fourteen hundred hours (two o'clock) and Colonel Simmons ordered me to meet the flight and to show the new commander around the base. Being as I was not the most junior officer on the staff, I wondered why Colonel Simmons was sending me rather than Lieutenant Jennings. Then it suddenly dawned on me that I was the only woman on the General Staff. For the first time in my life, I felt myself being discriminated against sexually and I almost made the biggest mistake a soldier can ever make: Questioning an order. Around thirteen hundred hours, I returned to my quarters, changed out of my fatigues and into my full dress green. I redid my hair and polished up my make up, climbed into my jeep and headed out to the base flight line. General Lee's Learjet transport plane landed precisely at fourteen hundred hours. There was no welcoming ceremony of any kind scheduled, so it was just me and my jeep there to greet the General. All else around the flight line, and of the entire base for that matter, was business as usual. The jet came to a stop not thirty feet away from me and the engines shut down almost simultaneously with the forward door opening and the gangway descending to the tarmac. I watched to young Privates in their dress greens descend rapidly down the gangway carrying baggage. They approached me, set the bags down and saluted. I returned it. "This General Lee's baggage?" I asked. "Yes, Ma'am!" One of the privates snapped. "In the jeep!" I ordered. The two privates picked up the bags again. "So where's the General?" I queried. "She'll be right down." The other private said. "She?" I asked. "Yes, Ma'am. Lieutenant General Rebecca Elaine Lee. That's who you're here to escort, isn't it, Captain?" He asked. "Affirmative." As the two soldiers loaded the General's luggage into the jeep, I turned to behold General Rebecca Lee for the first time. I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting, but it was definitely not the woman I saw descending the small gangway of the Learjet. In her full dress, perfectly pressed green uniform, fifty-one year old Lieutenant General Rebecca Elaine Lee was a knockout. As she stepped on to the tarmac, she took a quick surveying glance around the flight line and the mountainous desert terrain beyond. Standing nearly six feet tall with long, sleek and from what I could see, exquisitely defined legs, General Lee approached me like a fashion model striding seductively down the runway. Her breasts were big, round and firm; solid D-cups for sure and her jacket was on the verge of straining to hold itself together at the gold buttons. Her stomach was flat; her hips were magnificently round and firm, accentuated wonderfully by the tight green skirt of her uniform. Her neck was long and sleek. Caught in a trance, I felt my legs growing weak beneath me and my pussy tingle with heat and begin to flush. Was General Lee getting me wet? Yes, I think she is! Before I knew it, Lieutenant General Rebecca Elaine Lee was standing directly in front of me. "Captain Grant, I presume?" General Lee asked almost sweetly. The sound of her voice caught me completely off guard. Even though she was incredibly beautiful, I was still half expecting her voice to be a low pitched raspy twang of an old Brooklyn hooker; but instead, a soft and sensually smooth breath of fresh southern gentility and grace came out. General Rebecca Lee had a deep and dare I say, very arousing southern accent. I couldn't put my finger on what part of the South it was from exactly, but it was definitely dominant in her voice. A gorgeous body, a beautiful voice; could this woman possibly get anymore attractive? Just then, General Lee took off her sunglasses. Her face was seductively narrow, though slightly worn; but had a perfect chin line. Her skin was creamy white, and not a blemish anywhere. Her cheeks where perfectly centered and shaped, having just the perfect brushing of rouge, while her eyes were a dark shade of hazel and deeply embedded; her lips were surprisingly luscious and full; even succulent. "Captain Grant?" She asked patiently again. General Lee now slipped off her hat revealing a beautiful head of thick, dark sandy blonde hair that was pulled back and braded to military perfection. Then she smiled at me, revealing sparkling white teeth and adorable dimples. I was still stuck in a trance and staring at her. After a few agonizingly long seconds, I finally woke up and my arm sprang reflexively into a salute. "Yes, Ma'am." I snapped. "Captain Rebecca Grant!" General Lee's eyebrows curled up like Mr. Spock and her smile faded as she looked at me incredulously. "Rebecca?" She queried. "I could have sworn that Colonel Simmons said that your first name was Miranda." I instantly felt my stomach spasm and my heart skip a beat. My body began to tremble as my mind raced to find an answer. "Oh! Yes, Ma'am! I'm so sorry. Captain Miranda Grant." I recovered as best I could. The smile instantly returned to General Lee's face and I relaxed as General Lee returned my salute and then extended her hand. "Rebecca Lee." She said as I took her hand and we shook. From the instant the skin of my palm touched the skin of her palm; I felt a tremendous electrical spark. My heart raced uncontrollably, my breath got short and I felt my nipples pop out like hardening cocks. I also felt my panties begin to saturate. Again, the smile faded from General Lee's face as she shook my hand. "You nervous, Captain?" She asked. "Your palm seems to be a bit sweaty." What I wouldn't have given at that moment for a misguided artillery shell to fall on my head and blow me to pieces. "I guess I am, General Lee. It's just such a privilege to meet a woman of your stature and rank." I replied. She smiled again. "Well, thank you, Captain." She said. "And please, since it's just the two of us, call me Rebecca." We climbed into my jeep and headed back across the base toward the command post. As we drove, Rebecca asked me a series of questions that I was not at all prepared to answer. I had naturally prepared for her questions to be all business, but instead, they were all personal. She wanted to know about me. She said that her command meant nothing unless she knew her soldiers trusted her, and like her very famous ancestor, wanted to know her soldiers for the people they really were. I began to feel as though I'd picked up an old high school girlfriend instead of my new CO. Yes, I learned that General Rebecca Elaine Lee was a descendant of General Robert E. Lee; hence learning that she was from Virginia. In truth, West Virginia. By now she had made me feel so comfortable, that I went ahead and told her that I was a descendent of General Ulysses S. Grant. And as his name came out of my mouth, my right hand was on the gear shift stick and Rebecca gently slapped her left hand down on it as she laughed. "Oh my goodness." She said as she laughed. "Talk about fate taking a hand. Lee and Grant together again." Her hand remained firmly on top of mine on the stick. I felt my entire body flash with heat and tingle with arousal as she gently squeezed it. Finally Rebecca slid her hand slowly off mine, running the tips of her index and middle finger across my skin, finally pulling them off just below my wrist. It was then that I noticed that she wasn't wearing a wedding band. I allowed my eyes a momentary glance toward my passenger and I could see a warm and gentle smile on her beautiful face. As we approached the command post, Rebecca asked if we could stop by the Officer's Mess, for she hadn't eaten since she left Washington D.C. early this morning. She then asked if I would care to join her. Since I'd been rather apprehensive about meeting the new base commander, I hadn't eaten since early this morning either. We sat together at a table in the corner and Rebecca stood behind her chair to take off her uniform jacket. In just her pale green uniform blouse, I got a clear view of how exquisitely tone her arms and shoulders were. Her blouse clung tightly around her tone, slender torso and her breasts could now show me just how immaculately big, firm and gorgeous they were; protruding boldly out just beneath the pale green cotton. When I finally got back to my quarters later that evening, I slipped out of my uniform and found a huge wet stain buried deep in my panties. As I showered, I ran the hand-held shower head all over my body and began to imagine that the hot water was Rebecca's tongue. I grabbed my pussy with my free hand and went to town on myself. Over the next few weeks, Rebecca drove me wild with desire. She would come to my office and stand very close to me as I worked at my desk. Her perfume was always freshly sprayed, and her breath always smelled of cool, delicious spearmint. She would lean down over my shoulder and I could feel her hot breath in my ear. Sometimes when she came by late in the day, her tie would be off and her uniform blouse would be unbuttoned just right for me to sneak peeks at her beautiful cleavage. She always smelled so clean and fresh and always wore that captivating smile. She would also take every opportunity she could find to touch me in some form or fashion, and there was a spark every time. I began to wonder what was happening. I knew that I was very attracted to Rebecca, but could she be attracted to me too? Did she know I went that way? Did she go that way? The more I pondered it, the more baffled I got. She was my superior officer. She was also one of the highest ranking officers in the US Army. As that thought crossed my mind, I immediately flashed on how good she looks in her uniform. Then I thought of what it would be like for an army Captain to seduce and have her way with her commanding General. The balance of power flipped. Now all of a sudden, I wasn't so baffled anymore. Now I was getting hot! The Lust of the General As I was sitting in my office late one afternoon, I suddenly found my hand gently rubbing my skirt on my pussy and thinking of what Rebecca's tongue would feel like deep inside me. I then thought of a line in the film "A Few Good Men", when Jack Nicholson's character told Tom Cruise that he was the luckiest man in the world. "That there was nothing on this Earth sexier than a woman you have to salute in the morning. Promote them all I say, because this is the truth: If you haven't gotten a blow job from a superior officer; well, you're just letting the best of life pass you by." I wanted Lieutenant General Rebecca Elaine Lee to eat my pussy so bad! As I was closing up my desk and preparing to leave, my office phone rang. I answered and it was General Lee. Her voice was shaky and broken up and she was sniffing and snorting; almost sounded as if she'd been crying. She asked if I could come down to her office immediately. I hurried out of my office and down the now deserted corridor to the Commanding Officer's suite. As I raced through the reception area and up to her door, which was slightly ajar, I could hear a faint sound coming from the other side: It was General Lee and she was indeed crying. I knocked on the door, then gently pushed it open and stepped into her office. Rebecca was sitting on the edge of her office sofa with her face buried in her hands. She looked up at me with the most heart wrenching and pitiful look I'd ever seen on another human being. Her hair was out of its braiding and draping freely down to her shoulders. Without knowing exactly what I should do, I just trusted my natural instincts. I slowly crossed over to the sofa and sat beside her. Hesitantly, I placed my arm around her shoulders and she immediately turned into me and wrapped her arms around me, all the while continuing to sob. I slowly wrapped my arms around her as she cried on my shoulder and hated myself for my pussy was tingling. But what could I do? Her embrace was so powerful and warm. Her breasts squashed up against mine and I gently caressed her back. My nipples hardened instantly. General Lee finally settled down and explained why she was so upset. There had been tremendous animosity between her and Colonel Simmons ever since he was passed over for promotion to Brigadier General in favor of her several years prior. The two of them had been in the same class at the Academy and served tours of duty together. Now with her having risen even further and he still remained a Colonel, their relationship was terminal. Her few weeks here had been very trying as Colonel Simmons had been allegedly doing everything he could to make her feel as unwelcome and disrespected by her subordinates as possible. As she spoke, she slipped off her shoes and thigh high nylons. I tried to keep my focus on her face, but after she removed her nylons, she was massaging her beautiful legs. It wasn't long before she again broke down in tears and fell into my embrace. By now my heart was racing, my body trembled and my pussy was dripping. I gently stroked her hair, took a deep breath and very gently kissed her on the forehead. As my lips parted from her skin, I held my breath, shut my eyes and waited. I felt her embrace get tighter around me and she seemed to scoot closer; so I kissed her on the forehead again, this time a little longer. She slowly raised her head and our eyes met. I kissed her on the bridge of her nose and she smiled. I slowly moved my hand up her back and around to her cheek, gently caressing it. Rebecca slowly took my hand off her cheek and began to gently kiss my palm, then lick and suck my fingers. It was such an erotic feeling and I found my head falling back while my eyes spun. I felt a tremendous wave of ecstasy crash over me and my entire body was flushed with desire. Rebecca let my fingers slip out of her mouth and instantly our lips were locked in a passionate kiss. I placed both my hands on her head and held it as we kissed. Her mouth was so warm and her lips and tongue were so moist and succulent; I didn't want her to get away. I suddenly found myself slowly falling back under the gentle pressure of Rebecca's body weight and was soon lying on the soft leather of the sofa. Rebecca slipped her tongue out of my mouth and ran it slowly and gently down my chin. She undid my tie and ripped open the top two buttons on my blouse; then ran her tongue all around my neck. My eyes rolled wildly as my fingernails grazed the soft cotton of her blouse. Rebecca's tongue found its way slowly up the side of my jaw and to my ear where her lips wrapped around and sucked on my earlobe. She then flicked it with her tongue and pressed her tits firmly against mine. I then felt her hot breath in my ear as she ran her lips and tongue all around it. By now my heart was pounding as my breathing grew to near panting; my nipples were hard and my pussy was boiling hot and gushing. Rebecca slowly sat up and ran her hands down the front of my body, stopping briefly to knead my tits through my blouse and bra. Rebecca ran her hand through her hair and sighed deeply. "Boy, it's getting hot in here, isn't it?" She said playfully. It was at that moment that I suddenly felt myself possessed by a wild sexual demon. I sprang to my feet and stepped in front of her, pushed her back into the sofa and straddled her lap. "Yes it certainly is!" I snarled. "So why don't you let me help you get more comfortable!" I ripped open her blouse in one powerful jerk and she let out a startled gasp as her big beautiful tits fell out, still cupped in a white lace bra. I pulled her blouse roughly down her arms, temporarily pinning them behind her and plunged my tongue deep into her mouth. The heat coming off her body was immense. I held her blouse in position, keeping her arms pinned and ran my tongue all over her chin, neck and up to her ear, just like she'd done me. The sounds of her tender moaning and panting filled me with more heat and desire. I jerked her blouse completely off and her arms almost automatically snapped wildly around, grabbing the front of my blouse and ripped it open. Rebecca jerked my blouse down my arms, binding them behind me and she ran her hot tongue all over the front of my chest and the lace of my bra. I wrestled my blouse down my arms and off, then swung them around to her back and undid her bra while she undid mine at the same time. I pulled her bra down her arms and off as she took the front of my bra in her teeth and pulled as I leaned back, letting is slide down my arms and off. As she spit my bra out of her mouth, I grabbed her arms, pushed her body hard up against the back of the sofa and raised her arms above and behind her head. I raised myself up, pressed my body firmly against her and she wrapped her lips around my nipple. I rubbed my body up and down against her as she went back and forth sucking my nipples. I could feel them about ready to pop between her warm and luscious lips. I finally released her arms, slid down her body a tad, took her head in my hands and plunged my tongue back deeply into her mouth. Rebecca's arms went around me and I could feel her fingernails piercing deeply into the skin of my back, which already had sweat streaming down it in droves. I continued to slide my body slowly down her, running my tongue down her neck to her chest and between her beautiful tits. I ran my tongue up the side of one of her tits and wrapped my lips around her silver dollar sized, dark brown nipple. As I sucked on one, I pulled, pinched and twisted the other with my fingers. Her body was already beginning to glisten with sweat and I shifted my lips from one nipple to the other. I continued on down, running my tongue down her flat stomach to her waist line, where I found her belt and skirt still on. I slid my body between her legs and rested on my knees. Rebecca undid her belt as I pushed her skirt up her hips. She arched her back and undid her skirt snap and zipper. I reached up, hooked my hands around the loose waist line of her skirt and pulled it down and off, leaving only a soaked pair of white panties on her body. Rebecca's back was still arched, as if inviting me to take her panties off. "You want those off too?" I asked. "Oh Yes." She said. "Is that an order, General?" I asked. "That's an order, Captain!" She commanded. I ran my tongue down the top of her thigh, then took a mouthful of the delicate lacey fabric between my teeth and pulled it down the side of her hip, growling softly. I did the same thing on the other side, back and forth until her panties where free of her torso. Then I took a big mouthful of the soaking wet lace in the center and slowly pulled them down using nothing but my teeth. Rebecca slowly raised her legs and held them out straight as I pulled the soaking panties down the full length of her legs and off, growling softly the whole time. Rebecca was really getting turned on now. It was then I felt my own skirt still clinging to my sweaty body, as well as my nylons. I stood up and began to undo my belt and skirt, gazing the whole time at Rebecca's beautiful, exquisitely toned body, glistening from perspiration. I dropped my belt to floor, unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor at my feet. Rebecca suddenly sat up and pulled off my panties the same way I had hers. When she pulled them down to the floor, I stepped out of them and Rebecca then pulled my thigh high nylons off. I was about to straddle her again, but Rebecca grabbed me and shoved me down on the sofa. "Hold your arms out!" She ordered. I complied and Rebecca tied my wrists together with one of my nylons. She planted her knee down on the leather cushion of the sofa while her other leg stretched out behind her on to the floor; then ordered me to straddle her thigh on the cushion. I slid my body in between the back of the sofa and Rebecca's body and straddled her thigh just above her knee on the cushion. Holding on to some slack in the nylons tied around my hands, she raised my arms over my head then pulled them down as far behind my back as they'd go by the slack of the nylons. She bent me over the back of the sofa, still holding the nylons and ordered me to arch my back and lift my ass off her thigh. I complied and Rebecca smacked my pussy hard a few times as my body jerked while I whaled and moaned in pure ecstasy. Rebecca sucked her index and middle finger then began to rub on my pulsating pussy, slowly coaxing my clit out of its sheath. She rubbed faster and faster, every so often rewetting her fingers, then without warning plunged them both deep inside me. Still bent over the sofa with my hands tied and Rebecca holding the slack on the nylons, my head rolled from side to side as my eyes spun, my body trembled and my pussy spewed hot juice all over Rebecca's fingers and hand; all the while, moaning at the top of my lungs. Rebecca slid her fingers slowly out of my seething pussy and pulled me back upright. She let go of the nylons, grabbed me by the neck and plunged her hot tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues mauled each other furiously inside our mouths then Rebecca pulled slowly out of my mouth, biting my bottom lip and tugging on it with her teeth. She then stood up and pulled me to my feet, untying my hands. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed deeply. As we kissed, I slowly ran my hand up her sweaty back and grabbed a handful of Rebecca's hair, jerking her roughly out of the kiss then I began rubbing her pussy. Her clit was gorging and her pussy was dripping wet. "I want you to eat my pussy!" I hissed seductively. "Ooooh, is that an order, Captain?" Rebecca asked lustfully. "That's an order, General!" I barked and I kissed her again. I pulled Rebecca by her hair over to her desk and forced her down into her chair then I climbed up on the desktop. I spread my legs wide as I leaned back on my elbows and planted my heels on the edge of the desk. Rebecca slid her chair forward and spread my pussy lips open with her fingers. My pussy was pulsating, burning hot and my clit was throbbing. Rebecca gently ran her hands along the outside of my hips as she ran her tongue around the inside of my thighs. Then she slowly ran her tongue down around the edges of my pussy. Her teasing was driving me insane and she knew it. Rebecca then slowly ran her tongue along the outside of my lips and circled my clit. She wrapped her arm around my hip and then pinched my clit between her thumb and index finger. My eyes spun and my back arched as she then slid her tongue inside me. She gently massaged my clit between her fingers as she ran her tongue up and down the inside of my lips. Rebecca then let go of my clit and wrapped her whole mouth tightly around my whole honey pot and sucked deeply; burying her nose in my pubic hair. Soon she was tongue fucking me and my body was bouncing back and forth in unison. Her tongue was so hot and hard. My body writhed as sweat dripped on to the desk, making it very slick. I kneaded and rubbed my tits as Rebecca tongue fucked me. I looked down between my legs to see General Rebecca Elaine Lee eating my pussy, and it hit me - I was getting a blow job from a superior officer. Suddenly Rebecca repositioned her mouth and wrapped her lips tightly around my gorging clit. My hands slammed down hard on the desk, searching for something to grab, but there was nothing. Rebecca was furiously flicking my clit with her probing tongue and slid her middle finger deep in my pussy, almost immediately finding my g-spot and going to town on it. My back arched high toward the ceiling, my legs trembled violently and I sucked in a deep breath as every muscle in my body seized. I could hear desktop items crashing on to the floor as I came. As my body relaxed, my heels slipped off the edge of the desk and my lower legs dangled over the side. Rebecca stood up and slowly ran her tongue and hands all the way up my body, finally finding my waiting open mouth and slid her tongue in deeply. She leaned over me as I lie on her desk, panting and wheezing in exhaustion and pressed her sweat drench body firmly against me; our tits mashed together. I grazed my fingernails up and down her sweaty back as we kissed. Rebecca pulled out of the kiss and stroked my hair as she looked deep into my eyes. "I'm so glad you're here." She whispered. "I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you." "Me, too." I answered. We kissed again and my eyes closed. I just couldn't believe this was happening. I felt years of tension and frustration racing out of my body through every drop of sweat. I heard a desk draw open and then some shuffling. Rebecca pulled out of the kiss and stood up. And with my eyes still closed, I stretched. "On your feet, soldier!" Rebecca commanded. My eyes popped opened and I beheld Rebecca's beautiful glistening body standing before me and she was holding a big strap-on. "Are you gonna fuck me with that?" I asked. "No!" She answered. "You're gonna fuck me. Now on your feet, Captain!" "Yes, Ma'am. General!" I replied. I slid off the desk and on to my feet. Rebecca sat in her desk chair, slid the strap-on around me and fastened it in place then she took the rubber cock in her mouth and sucked it. From the way she sucked cock, I wished for the first time that I actually had one and that it was this one. She was so good, and so hot! I held the back of her head as she sucked my cock and fingered my pussy. Rebecca spit the cock out of her mouth, stood up and bent forward over her desk. I dropped to my knees and spanked her firm ass. I spread her cheeks and plowed my tongue deep into her pussy and then her asshole. Her pussy was so sweet and it dripped its hot juice all over my face. I sucked on my middle finger and jammed it into her pussy as I rimmed her asshole. Her tender moaning when to shrieking and I could feel her muscles seizing as her body trembled. I inserted a second finger into her throbbing pussy and drove my tongue deep into her asshole. Rebecca stretched her arms across her desk. I stood up, took the cock in my hand and slid it slowly into her pussy. I slapped my hands firmly on her hips as I pumped that big cock in and out of her scorching hot pussy. I thrust my pelvis with feverish volition; the skin of my pelvis popping louder and louder against her ass. Rebecca's fingernails dug deep into the wooded front edge of her desk as she panted and moaned in ecstasy. Sweat was racing down the front of my body in droves and I could see it dripping steadily off my tits and onto Rebecca's back. As I pumped the cock deeper and deeper, I grabbed a handful of Rebecca's hair and pulled her up slightly, arching her back toward me. By now Rebecca's moaning and panting was drowning out the popping of our skin. I jerked the cock out of her pussy and pulled her by the hair completely upright. "Get down on the floor!" I ordered. "I wanna look in your eyes while I fuck you!" Rebecca couldn't lie down fast enough. I shoved the chair out of the way, slid my body between her wide open legs on the floor and plunged the cock deep into her pussy again. I pressed my body firmly against her and continued to stab away. Rebecca was screaming at the top of her lungs and digging her fingernails deep into my back. The intensity was becoming so great that Rebecca would often stop breathing as her head rolled from side to side and her body writhed beneath me. By now I was coming to the brink of exhaustion, panting like a dehydrated dog. I slowed my pelvic thrusting to deep and powerful stabs. Rebecca's body seized, her eyes flooded with tears and her back arched high off the floor; still with almost all my weight on top of her. She is a powerful woman. Rebecca let out an almost bloodcurdling scream as I felt a warm spray hit the inside of my thighs and the back of my calves; then she collapsed and her body began to twitch. I pushed myself up on my arms and slowly pulled the cock out of her pussy. As it slid out, Rebecca screamed again, her body convulsed and she squirted all over my abdomen. "Oh, baby." I said. "Oh, yeah." I took off the strap-on and tossed it aside. I laid my hand on Rebecca's burning hot, soaking wet and quivering pussy. She immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me up to her face; I pressed my body against her and we kissed gently. With her body still shaking uncontrollably, I snuggled her and kissed her softly around her neck and face as the intensity passed. Rebecca wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. I laid my head down on her chest and listened to her heart pound thunderously and race wildly inside her. I awoke to the sensation of my hair being stroked. When my eyes opened, my head was still lying on Rebecca's chest and I could still hear her heart beating. Although it had slowed considerably, it was still thumping pretty hard and fast. I glanced up and saw Rebecca smiling sweetly at me as she was running her fingers through my red hair. "Hi." I said, almost innocently. "Hi." Rebecca said. "Sleep good?" "Yeah." I replied. "How long have I been out?" "Couple of hours." She said. "You okay?" I asked. "Baby, I don't think I've ever been better in my life." She replied. "Come here." I repositioned myself and we kissed again; gently at first, but it quickly turned deep and passionate. Our bodies entwined and I could taste her soul through her mouth and tongue. We broke from the kiss, caressed each other's faces and gazed deep into each other's eyes. "You sure you're okay? I asked. Your heart's still beating pretty hard and fast." "That's because I'm still with you, honey." She said, and I blushed. We kissed and cuddled for a little while longer in each other's naked embrace then we got up. As I stretched, I sniffed the air. "Boy, it really smells like sex in here." I giggled. The Lust of the General "Yeah, it does. Can't imagine why." Rebecca replied. We both laughed and got dressed as best we could, considering we ripped the buttons out of each other's blouses. I got back to my quarters around twenty-two hundred and took a long cold shower. My body was covered with fingernail scratches and hickeys, but I had never felt more fulfilled, nor more loved and desired in my entire life. I crawled into bed just before midnight and slept like a baby. When I woke in the morning, I stumbled to my front door to get the paper. I couldn't believe how stiff and soar I was. For an active soldier in the U.S. Army to be this out of shape was sinful. Only problem was, I wasn't out of shape at all; the lust of the General had just worn me down. I opened the door and found the most beautiful arrangement of roses I'd ever seen in my life sitting on my front porch. I opened the card and read it: "Thank you for the most fulfilling and passionate night of my life, Major Grant. All my love and lust, General Lee." I did a double take on Major Grant. Major Grant? I'm Captain Grant. You of all people should know that considering some of the orders you were issuing me last night, I thought. Then I caught the P.S. just below her signature and it read: "Look in the box." I looked down beside the flowers and sure enough, there was a small box that looked like a necklace case. I picked it up and opened it. Inside were two small gold oak leaves; the uniform rank insignia of a U.S. Army Major. A powerful chill passed through my body as tears welled in my eyes. I then spotted a business card in the lid of the case and took it out. It read: "Official presentation and documentation of promotion today at thirteen hundred hours for now Major Miranda Grant; over please." I flipped the card over and read: "As soon as you make General, we have a date in Appomattox Courthouse, Virginia for a Lee and Grant rematch." There was a heart drawn in bright pink ink with a smiling face inside it and the initials R.E. Lee. Tears were now streaming down my cheeks, my heart was thundering and I was having trouble catching my breath. For the first time in my life, I actually felt not only like a woman, but like a lady: Somebody had sent me flowers. THE END