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A Command Performance

By: Liz Browner



A few years ago my husband and I had fallen on some tough times. Mike and I were from a really small town in central Texas where everything was dependent on farming and ranching. Unfortunately, if you didn't own either one and had to do work at one of the local small companies you were pretty well doomed to a meager existence at best.

Being right out of high school, the best he could do was a job at a small feed mill and I waited tables when I could at the local café. The town was so small there wasn't even a movie theatre so it was the best we could do financially to go the twenty miles to another town where we could enjoy an inexpensive dinner and a movie. Denny's would have been a swank restaurant to us. We wanted better but was able to deal with it and make do.

Like many of the kids around, we were married at way too young an age. He was nineteen and I was eighteen when we got married and having done nothing more than engage in heavy petting neither of us knew a whole lot about sex. All we had was the stories I heard on overnights and the lies he listened to as told by the regulars in the local convenience store. It was the only thing to do after ten at night. 

Oh, we went pretty far with the petting. It became pretty common for us to be in the car on one of those old dirt country roads with both of us stripped. He would play with my breasts and rub me a lot but it only went so far. I'm not saying I didn't get aroused by it because I did. Many times I went home and went to sleep after masturbating to orgasm several times. 

After a while he convinced me to play with him, so I would stroke him slowly until he was so hard I thought he would burst. When I felt him leaking all over my hand I would stop it. I'm sure that after a while it must have been getting to him. He never got mean or nasty but he did let me know how disappointed he was. I would always give him a hug and a little laugh and blew it off.

"If you want to go that far you need to see somebody else." I was petrified of becoming pregnant and being the talk of the town.

"Okay, I will." Sometimes he came back with that, especially the closer to school being over and our little wedding approaching. I never took him seriously and didn't think he did, either. Without fail on those occasions, when I saw him the next day he had a real strange look on his face, one that I couldn't distinguished as being a smug or being sorry.

But, we did get married and I felt very lucky about that. My Grandmother was Mexican and I inherited a naturally tan skin and dark hair. I had played sports all through school so my body was slim, my ass tight, and somehow I had at least ample breast for my build. I was very attracted to Mike and loved the time we spent fondling each other before sex. In the end, though, he would always get on top of me and come real quick. 

After each moment he never failed to ask, "Did you get it?" I would always smile and assure him I had. In fact, it was a huge lie. Even though I loved the tenderness of the moment, he always ended up in a rush and never could bring me over the top. As far as him experimenting, a big deal to us was when I straddled and rode him. He enjoyed me playing with his cock but instead of it leading to any fulfilling experience for me it just meant he would spurt all over the two of us instead of inside of me.

Actually, it was starting to get to me a little. Maybe I didn't quite know what it was all really suppose to be about, but what I did know was that my body was responding before he would leave me hanging there with it on fire. It never crossed my mind at the time that I had done that to him for a couple of years.

Our problem started about three in the morning in October. When the fire alarm went off I knew it would be bad but I wasn't expecting the impact on us. The mill he worked at burned to the ground and he was out of work. With twenty men looking for work, Mike had no chance against their experience and two months later he was standing in an Army recruiting office with his right hand in the air.

I was a little surprised and disappointed when on the day before he had to leave he spent several hours with Coach Lemons. I understood in a way, I suppose. Keith Lemons had coached Mike all through high school and since there were only about nine years difference in their age they really hit it off together. Even before graduation they had become steady fishing partners and spent many days and nights together.

Keith was a very large, very handsome man who was the "dream guy" of every girl in town. But he was also married to the prettiest woman in town, too. Actually, he had tried as best he could to talk Mike out of marrying me. Not because it was me, but because he didn't want to see him tie himself down to this little hole with no chance for escape.

During the last few months that we were dating before marriage, I found out that there was a number of nights that after we had been through some real torrid petting he had gone to Coach's house after letting me off rather than going home. I never quite understood that but it was on those occasions that the next day he had that sort of smug look on his face.

Of course I bawled like a baby when he left. He told me Army basic was tough, not so much the activities themselves but more being separated from his family and me. I moved back in with my parents and started paying off our bills, hoping that would allow me to travel with him once he finished his technical school in North Carolina. 

Not soon after he was gone I started to miss him sexually. At times I would chastise myself for not enjoying him more when he was here, even though he left me sexually hanging every time. But just the thought of him buried deep and shooting his sperm deep into me would send my fingers deep into my panties at night, fulfilling my needs for a short time but always leaving me wanting in the long term.

It didn't help any when all the guys coming through the restaurant would tease me unmercifully about Mike being gone. When I would turn red at their comments they called me "Bashful Beth," with Elizabeth being my real name. The problem was that about two months after Mike was gone I couldn't deny that I started finding a couple of them attractive and silently and inwardly responded to their teasing.

One of them that especially seemed to leave me shaking was Keith Lemons. What made it even worse to deal with was the closeness that he and Mike had. When he came in with what I would call his very stunning wife he behaved himself. But most of the time she wasn't with him and he never missed a chance to tease me about "doing without." Thank goodness he carefully chose his timing and never made any comments that could be overheard. The town was awful small and was always looking for a new story to spread.

What bothered me more than anything, though, was that each time I was around him I would get that little unwanted tingle, both in my mind and between my legs. I always hoped for a call from Mike as soon as I felt that way in order to shake the unwanted illicit thoughts. Even though I did nothing to attract his attention, I did little to stop it and was aroused when it happened.

It was almost as if Mike was reading my mind. I don't know what was setting him off; stories around the barracks, just sexual thoughts that he found exciting, or what. But all of a sudden he started asking me little things, things concerning my social life and whom I was hanging around with, things like that.

I was upset with him at first about even thinking that way. One night though he called me very late and told me he was housesitting for one of the instructors. He started talking pretty dirty and asking me about my social life again. I got into a little groove with him and started kidding around with him, making up a little story about some guy playing with my tits. 

I meant it as a joke but by the time I was through I realized that it had taken a different direction. He was breathing so hard I knew he was getting off on the story. I could hear him when he came, then he totally backed off the subject.

He got into a good deal with some of the instructors there and started house sitting when they were on leave. It seemed like it was every weekend and it allowed him to use his phone card to call me in private on a regular basis. 

Very quickly every conversation we had went to the subject of my sex life and me. It was more of "Are you doing okay with me gone," than "Are you screwing anybody?" but I could tell when he wanted to be aroused and I made up something, each time getting a little more graphic. 

He added to it all when he started insisting that I use the speakerphone in my room. Although he called mostly when he knew my parents would be out, he knew I had a private line and was situated in the house so that I could talk in private. I wasn't sure what being on a speaker did for him but it seemed very important and I didn't refuse. I'll have to admit that many times I talked to him my hands were busy, too.

He seemed satisfied with our little games at first but I guess they were starting to wear thin. All of a sudden he wanted me to name somebody in my stories. When I refused to go that far I was shocked when he mentioned Keith. He wanted me to make a story about the two of us! I wasn't about to go there at all.

I didn't get a bit suspicious and thought it a coincidence, but the next couple of days Keith started showing up at the café on a more frequent basis. Every chance he got he would start touching me slightly and giving me little compliments. I won't lie to you and say it didn't affect me. The little tingle that slid down my spine was unmistakable and my senses seemed to be heightened. 

On a Friday night Keith and Marla were in the restaurant with Marla's mother and asked if I wanted to come over to be the fourth person for cards. It wasn't my idea of a great night but it was the best offer I had. I changed clothes after work and went over, slowly warming up to the evening. There was some wine flowing, which I don't handle very well. Everybody was friendly and the evening was going nicely. We were around a small card table in the middle of the living room and I was seated next to Keith.

I had dressed pretty sloppy and was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts. After a while, Keith started touching my leg with his. I tried not to pay any attention to it but as I sat there his touches became more brazen. He replaced the knee "brushing" with his hand. At first it was just a slight touch, hardly enough to feel. Then it went to more touches and became more frequent. Finally, he gently placed his hand on my knee and left it there. Maybe he had been encouraged by my lack of response to his advances. This time, I acknowledged the intrusion and put my hand under the table, gently and slowly moving his hand away from me.

I was frozen with the events happening to me. How was this going on without them even noticing? Keith didn't give up. Even as I brushed his hand away, he casually continued to search for me under the table, never giving away his intent to the other two. I pushed his hand away a number of times and moved my leg over to try to escape him.

Finally I had moved over as far as I could without being noticed and gave in a little, allowing his hand to stay on my knee. Even though he was making no attempt to go any higher, his fingers started a slow, light massaging just above my knee. I started to shake a little and I could definitely feel the beginning of something that shouldn't have been there. Instead of being as upset as I should have been, I found it to be a little bit of forbidden excitement. 

Thank goodness the game started to break up. But just as it did and there was movement around the table, he quickly shot his hand up my leg and under my shorts. It all happened so fast that I wasn't sure if he had just brushed the outside on my panties or had slipped under them. What I did know was that there was a very quick but very definite contact on my pussy. My face turned red and I hoped that he hadn't noticed how wet it was down there. I couldn't feel the dampness but I didn't have to. I knew it was there. His hand on my leg had been too much and I had responded.

I stammered my good-byes and got out of there in a hurry. When I got home I found my initial thoughts to be right. I was soaking wet down there and my panties were, too. I tried to wash it away in the shower, but the tingling I felt wasn't going to leave me that easy. As had become a regular thing with me, I finally resolved it to some degree with my fingers between my legs. 

When my body started a familiar undulation in response to my touch I couldn't help but let my imagination drift a little. Instead of just a slight brushing, in my thoughts it went much further with his fingers driving deep within me and extracting a gushing orgasm.

Just as my imagination drifted on to include his mouth I had a huge, silent orgasm. When I was through writhing quietly on my bed, all my thoughts turned to shame. What was happening to me? Where was this coming all of a sudden?

Sleep didn't solve my problem. A fitful night tossing and turning with those illicit thoughts crowding my mind and tantalizing my body wore me out. When Mike called early the next morning I wasn't really ready to talk to him. And I wasn't at all ready for the conversation.

He knew that my parents always go grocery shopping every Saturday morning and that I would be by myself there in the house. After a few minutes of casual conversation he started to steer me into our new pattern.

"Where did you go last night?"

"Keith and Marla's."

"Who else was there."

"Her Mother."

"How'd it go?"

"Okay. We had a good time."

"Did you get to spend any time alone with Keith?"

I almost gasped. Where was this going?

"No, not really."

There was a pause.

"Would you have liked to?"

Wow!! Where did that come from?

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. He's just such a nice guy."

"Oh, he's okay to talk to." I was thinking about his fingers touching me. 

"What would you do if he tried to touch you?"

It was like I had been hit between the eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, touching you. Your legs, tits, something like that."

I managed a nervous little laugh.

"Well, for one, he wouldn't want to. Not with a wife that looks like Marla. And no, I wouldn't let him."

"Well, I just wondered how you might react to him feeling you up a little."

I know the timing was very strange, but then I realized he was trying to engage me in one of our little games.

"Okay, okay. He touched me a little under the table last night."

"Did he? What'd he do?" His voice perked up.

Then I proceeded to tell him in detail exactly what happened. I thought, "What the hell!! If he wants to hear it I'll tell him. He'll never know the difference."

As I went along and he got more into it, I actually got caught up in it. I could hear him breathing and thought I could hear him bringing himself off. When the story slowed a little he begged me for more. I don't know exactly what got into me, but instead of stopping where it really did with Keith brushing my pussy once, instead I told him what I had visualized while I masturbated in bed. 

Instead of a one-time light brushing, now there was a strong finger caressing my clit and delving deep into me, bringing me to a crashing orgasm while I was impaled on it. I fell short of telling him about my thoughts of Keith's mouth on me. We had never gone that direction and I didn't want him to be upset about it.

It all worked for him. His breathing got real shaky and he went silent when he came. It must have lasted at least thirty seconds. Then, very quietly, he started quizzing me about Keith again. I really didn't understand where he was coming from and told him so. When we hung up I was really upset with him.

Then all of a sudden my face must have turned red. For all my anger at Mike, I realized that my hand was between my legs and giving my clit a gentle massage. How long had I been doing it? Was I responding to my story as well as Mike? I knew it was going to be a long day. I had no idea what I was in for that night!

About six that evening my Mom tapped on the door and announced that we had visitors. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in to greet Keith and Marla. They said they were just passing by and saw the car outside and thought they'd ask about Mike.

My parents were thrilled that they had come by but as soon as it was polite they mentioned that they had been on their way out of the house to go play bingo. Saturday night bingo was the only entertainment in town. Mom said that she knew I wasn't interested but asked did they want to go.

"I'd love to. I haven't gone in such a long time." Marla was in.

"Na-a-a-a, you three go ahead. I've got homework to grade."

Mom, Dad and Marla hustled out, waving goodbye to us as if they were late to catch a bus. That left the two of us and I was petrified. How did this happen so fast?

Keith looked at me for a minute then started just looking around the house. When he turned and asked me for a drink of water I'm sure my face turned red. He had a very visible hard on. He took a pill out of a small bag in his pocket and washed it down. When he came to my room he just stood there for a while.

"So, this is it."

"This is what?"

"This is where you and old Mike do the dirty." He plopped down on my bed as if checking it out.

I couldn't answer and flushed deeply. I'm sure my face was even more red than before, maybe as he had hoped.

Moving very slowly, he sat up on the bed, reached over and took one of my hands. Before I could utter a complaint he pulled me down beside him.

"I'll bet you really miss it."

"What do you mean?" This was way too cozy for me.

I had barely noticed that his hand had slid up my arm. He pulled it gently, causing me to be pulled down on my back.

"What do you think I might mean, little innocent girl"? His teasing laugh caused me to shiver. Just as I was thinking of how it had flown over my head at first, he leaned over me and tried to find my lips with his. I turned my head, taking his mouth on my cheek. 

"Don't, Keith." I kept my face turned from him.

"Why not?" His voice was gentle, not demanding.

"Lots of reasons, the biggest being we're married."

His hand had slid down to my leg, touching and then rubbing me through my jeans. 

"I know all that. I just thought that after last night there might be something there." His touch became bolder and moved up my thigh.

Reaching down, I grabbed his wrist and stopped the action. He was right. I knew that I had allowed him to touch me in a very promising way and now it had evolved into him teasing me. I felt bad about it but it had to stop here.

"You weren't turned on, even just a little?" Keith looked closely into my eyes with the question.

I hesitated, and then decided on the truth. "A little. But, that doesn't mean anything."

My apology was heart felt and sincere. I thought that he accepted it as it was. "Okay," he said. "It's best if we both know where we stand."

I turned slightly away from him to break the eye contact. It was very awkward for a minute. Finally, he quietly said, "Look, lets not make this difficult or ruin the day. It's just something that came out of nowhere, ended up as nothing, and is gone. I just wanted to make sure there wasn't anything there."

I turned back to him in relief. "Thank you, Keith. I really didn't mean to start anything."

"How about this? One nice kiss to seal it and call it quits." He had a begging look on his face.

There was a long hesitation. "Okay, but just one time, Keith."

He gently pulled me over on my back, pulled both my hands up over my head, and slowly lowered his mouth to mine. I guess since it was a one shot deal, he was going for the gold. It was soft yet somehow strong, very deep and then very intrusive with his tongue finding mine. As much as I had hoped to be strong, it was still difficult to resist and I had promised him the kiss. Somehow, I returned it as he offered it: deep, full and intense.


A Command Performance



My mind was on our mouths, not on our hands. I hardly noticed how strongly he had my hands held just above my head. Finally, I pulled my mouth away from his and started to bring my arms down. 

"KEITH, LET ME GO!!!" I couldn't believe I had gotten into this.

He smiled in a very devilish way and said with a very low, menacing voice, "Oh, I'm not going to bother you in any way. I'm just going to tease you a little. I'll apologize to you later for it, like you did me."

"Please, let me go. You know I didn't mean anything."

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't. I don't think you meant to tease me in the café, either. You were just trying to please yourself."

I could feel my face flush. Oh, boy!! I knew there were times that I had allowed my short uniform skirt to ride a little high when he was around and he had looked down my blouse a lot of times. All this was coming back down on me. How was I going to get out of this disaster?

"Have you always been a tease, Elizabeth?" He asked quietly. "Did you do it to Mike before you were married?"

I caught my breath a little. "No," I lied quietly. I knew I had.

"How come I have a little problem believing that?" While he was talking, I was constantly moving, trying to free myself from my bonds. He was on to it, letting me squirm all I wanted and to even turn over, but then very gently pulling me back down on the bed, slightly tightening his grip. His strength amazed me. He was holding both my hands in one of his giant ones yet I couldn't break away.

Inside, I knew there was no escape. For some reason, it wasn't fear I felt but rather helplessness. My parents would be home later so I knew that I was in no real danger. He just wanted to tease me and would let me go any minute. Nothing was going to happen!

Maybe I was wrong. He started kissing me, no place in particular but rather taking what I gave him. If I was on my back, he went to my face and neck as I turned my head when he tried to kiss my lips. If I turned over, he went to the back and sides of my neck, pulling my shirt collar away to expose me. Finally, after a long while of leaving me to my own movements, he turned me on my back and very gently straddled my hips, taking away my ability to turn over. I could feel his hardness as he sat on me.

"Let's see what he gets so excited about," he said. Leaning over me a little, he started unfastening the buttons on my blouse, very slow, very teasing as he watched my face. I turned aside, either out of shame or not wanting to give him any satisfaction. He undid the top two buttons and said, "This is starting to get very interesting, don't you think?"

I just turned my head and said nothing. What was I going to say? And what did he mean by "what he was excited about?"

"What treasures are these next buttons hiding?" He whispered to me. I knew they would expose most of my breast, barely covered by that nothing wisp of a bra I had on. I held my breath, my face turned from his, as he undid the next buttons. When I was completely unbuttoned, he quickly swept my shirt aside, totally exposing my torso. My reaction was to turn my head directly toward him, looking both at my breast encased in the filmy cloth and at his face, all in a second. My breast was as I expected, full and overflowing. 

His face was something else altogether, his scornful look having turned very soft, absolutely appreciative of what he saw. "Wow!" He said gently, and that was all. It was amazing that under my present circumstance, that one little word coupled with the look on his face sent a little shiver down me. Not a cold shiver, but one that started down low and stopped way up high.

Leaning over me, he began a steady attack of kisses, first nibbling around the very top of the bra where my nipples were slightly exposed then up to the top of my head, moving his mouth up my captured arms to kiss my hands and fingers and then back again. My body was squirming with his advances, not so much now as if I were trying to escape but more of a reaction to his touch. How could anybody stay still under the circumstances? He went back and forth, sometimes making a long never-ending trail and at other times jumping from my breast to my fingertips. It was driving me crazy and I begged him to stop.

He obviously was in no hurry. He knew nobody would be home for hours, I was a captive audience to say the least, and he was definite center stage. As he continued his barrage on me, I made less and less effort to turn my head when he tried finding my lips. Never once did he try to force it. There just came a point where I started giving in to him a little, receiving light contact from his tongue rather than anything deep or probing. His hand never made contact with my breast, but rather stayed on my upper shoulders and arms at all times, letting his mouth do all the action.

Through all my apprehension and under his touch, my mind did an unexpected drift. I gave a quick thought about what would have been my reaction if Mike had been this good at teasing me. Even with this intruder, I couldn't deny how erotic I felt. With my husband, surely it would have lead to all those orgasms that I had so desperately wanted and needed but never got. 

I swear he was reading my mind. Leaning over me and holding my face in his hand, I kept my eyes closed as he began a steady barrage of light kisses all over my face and lips. I had to fight to keep from responding any more than I did. 

"Does Mike make you cum?" His question made me jump and I didn't answer. He asked again.

"Well, does he?"

"Yes," I lied.

"Oh, really! How often?" He looked at me with a dubious look on his face.

"All the time." I couldn't believe this. I felt I had to lie to him about my private sex life. How my life had changed in such a short time!

"I'm really happy to hear that. It certainly wasn't what I understood." He didn't understand what? 

His hand went to the clasp between my breast that was the last barrier between him and their total exposure. Staring into my face, he very slowly undid the little clasp and held the two sides together with one hand. Then, he slowly pulled each side apart, one after the other. I was looking at his face rather than at my body and the softness of his expression told me all I needed to know about how he felt about his new discovery.

"Nice, how very nice," he said very softly. I looked down and saw that his exploration had caused my nipples to be completely swollen, my nipples disappearing and becoming a huge round extension of my entire breast, nothing sticking out at all. Mike loved them best when they were like this, but it didn't happen very often and I was taken aback to see them in this state. 

I was really surprised when his reaction was exactly that of Mike's. Rather than trying to hold them between his fingers he instead gently cupped them in his palm, barely making contact with the skin as he made little circles with his hand.

"I absolutely love a woman's breast when it's like this." His voice was low, almost shaking. "They're just beautiful."

I had my up head off the bed and was watching both him and his manipulation of my breast when I answered without thinking.

"Thank you," I said, and then couldn't believe it had come out of my mouth. What was I thinking, encouraging him like this.

His smile made it clear it hadn't blown past him. He leaned over me and gently pressed his lips to mine. This time, I made no attempt to turn my head. The soft brushes I was receiving on my two swollen nubs, the just as soft contact from his lips to mine, it was all taking a toll on me.

The kisses started again. On my lips, my neck, my bared, hypersensitive stomach. From quick, light brushes from his lips on my breast and belly to extended, deep penetration on my mouth, they came from all directions. I couldn't believe what a reaction it caused when he would lightly lick my naval then go all the way up and suck my fingers. 

I became a writhing mass of anticipation, never knowing where he was going next, my head coming up to meet his mouth, my hips coming off the bed at times both in anticipation and in response. His hard grip on my wrist became less of a bond and more of something I could use to grip and pull tightly as a release, sometimes pulling my legs up off the bed. 

"Please, please Keith. Let me go." I knew he wouldn't listen to my soft pleas, especially with my voice shaking as I spoke.

This must have gone on for fifteen minutes. My nipples had long ago relinquished their fullness under his manipulations and had gone back to being two pointed rocks of intense pleasure. He would make me look at them as they changed and I was amazed at how long they had become. I don't think I had ever seen them so extended.

He took each one in his teeth and teasingly bit them until I begged him to stop only to have him stop the biting and force as much into his mouth as possible, sucking hard with an in and out motion that caused me to moan and pull against his hand, wanting to put my hands on his head to press him to me.

While I was caught up in his touching my breast, I didn't notice the activity around my jeans. He had undone my belt and the top button of them. My attention was drawn to them when he slid the zipper down and I felt a sudden release around my waist as a result of the tight jeans expanding in freedom. I let out an audible "a-h-h-h" as it happened, not knowing whether it was because of the anticipation or just the delight of the freedom from the tight fit.

"Feels good?" He asked.

"Yes." It just came out, more providing information than admitting a state of mind.

"How are you feeling?"

I turned my head, not wanting to give an answer. He already knew how I felt. It was obvious with my body language and my mutterings.

"I guess I didn't hear you. Does this feel good?"

"Let me go, Keith" It was the best defensive posture I could take at the time. I guess I still wasn't ready to admit to him that I was totally responding to being made love to without my consent and without any participation from me. Inside, I knew that the true response would have been "This is totally new to me, absolutely unthinkable, and incredibly intensive."

"Oh, well. If it's just okay, maybe we'll try something better." He had a look on his face like a little boy about to set off fireworks. Kissing my forehead, he started a downward travel with his mouth, getting my nose and chin, planting a long, deep kiss on my mouth with his tongue searching my cavity, then slid down to my breast. 

After an extended kissing period on my sensitive flesh, the biting on the nipples came. After a while it was hard enough that I yelped in pain, sure he was drawing blood. He reduced the pain away with his deep, hard sucking on each one, than continued his trip south.

Stopping at my belly button again, I just shook my head mentally at how erotic all that attention there could be. I don't know whether it was because I was bound and couldn't physically respond to him or what, but the pleasure I received there was almost as great as when he kissed my neck and nipples.

I broke my thoughts as his mouth came down between where my jeans had opened. Looking down, all I could see was the top of his head. I was wearing a real small pair of bikini panties, nothing more than a see-thru patch of red gauze connected on each side by tiny elastic strings. I knew he had found them when I felt him tug on the top of them with his teeth.

"So, you are wearing panties," he laughed.

"Of course." I don't know if he was looking for an answer, but I was still having little pockets of defiance.

"Just wondered. He said you didn't a lot of time." Through the sensations shooting through me, it was starting to dawn on me about the "who" that said I didn't wear panties. Surely not, but only one person would know that. 

He slid back up my body until he was face to face with me. "Tell me about last night. How come you didn't make me stop?"

"I did!"

"I mean, did you really think I was going to stop with that little push you were giving my hand?" 

"Not really, I guess." Why was I being so honest and social with him?

He slid his mouth back down my body to the top of my panties. I don't know if my sigh was from relief of the conversation or anticipation of what was surely to come. His mouth started alternating between tugging at the elastic top of my panties and running kisses back and forth just above them across my increasingly sensitive stomach. There's no way he could miss the small gyrations my hips were making in response to his touch, let alone the little mewing coming from my mouth. It was all I could do to keep from blurting out "Your lips are setting my pussy on fire!!"

He straddled my legs down around my knees. Grasping the pants legs on each side, he looked straight into my face and started a slow, taunting series of little tugs. I was almost amused when he realized that my jeans were on so tight that they weren't going to come off without major effort. Laughing, he said "Oops."

That was the first time I realized he no longer was holding my hands. When had he released me?

He backed all the way down from me and began removing my socks, pulling my jeans down again, this time with a little force. I knew I should have been kicking and screaming. Very obviously, this procedure was part of the pleasure for him and I thought I might only increase his pleasure if I fought him. 

"Keith, that's far enough!" I cried out to him. Twisting my body and kicking out at him, he let me I turn over on my stomach. It was short lived. He merely moved up on me and sat on me behind my knees, pinning me in an immobile position. I'm sure he knew I wasn't going to offer any real resistance.

"Oh, this is nice, too," he said. Grasping my jeans at the top with both hands, he slowly started peeling them down off my hips, turning them inside out as they came off. Strangely, when my panties started coming off with them, he stopped and took the time to put them back up on me. "Don't want to take those off before we enjoy them," his voice was slow and soft.

With my jeans half way down my thighs, he started kissing my ass. Above my panties, through them, on my cheeks exposed beneath them, running his tongue along the line where my cheeks met my legs, he licked and kissed. I had pulled myself up on my elbows and just dropped my head down on my chest, seeing nothing but my heaving chest with those two super extended nipples. 

Breathing hard, moaning little sounds of pleasure, my ass was lifting and then lowering in response to his mouth, like I was carrying on a little fuck with an imaginary person below me. Still, through all this, his words haunted me. Now, I felt sure I knew who the "we" were that wanted to enjoy my panties even though I didn't have a clue as to how the "we" fit in.

"Turn over." It was more a request than an order. I came down off my elbows and turned over. During all the twisting and turning and perhaps with a little assistance from him that I hadn't noticed, my shirt and bra was wadded up behind me, leaving me totally exposed from the front. As he sat straddling my knees and looking me over, I knew that I was really exposed.

"You're as beautiful as he said you were." Damn, there it was again. It was starting to be very clear that Mike and Keith were even closer than I thought. 

"If I asked you an honest question, will you give me an honest answer, even though it isn't too fair considering your circumstance right now?" His look was soft, almost apologetic.

"I guess so," I said. I mean, what the heck.

"Are you starting to be cool with what we're doing? You know that I'm not going to hurt you, don't you?" 

Truth or lie. Sometimes you have no time to consider the choice. "Yes," I said quietly, turning my head from him.

Surprisingly, he said nothing else. Instead, he spent a few minutes kissing my breast, finding my mouth on occasion. Then, his mouth still exciting my nipples, his hand slid down over my stomach, teasing my naval for a second, then slowly, smoothly entered my panties. 

My God, we'd been at this for an hour. What ever would have made me so unprepared that I would cry out and buck my body when I felt his fingers enter my very wet slit. But I did, causing a little bit of a surprise on my part and a big smile on his.

"Hungry, are you?" He was smug. I wasn't going to answer him.

"Let's see, what's down here? Anything of interest?" I didn't know if this arrogance was part of the game, but it was working. His teasing, both verbal and physical, was putting me on an unbelievable edge. 

I said nothing, but I was making little circles with my ass, my legs slowly pumping up and down and trying to spread but my jeans around my knees restraining them. Inside, I was saying, "It's right there, just at your fingertips."

He found it. First, a slow teasing of my clit with his fingertips, coaxing it out of hiding and making it so hard that I could mentally see it protruding out like one of my nipples as it throbbed. During the tease, he took his other hand and spread my lips wide, totally exposing my pussy to his gaze. "Ni-i-i-ice, very nice," His face intense as he said it. I knew I wasn't the only one totally caught up in this.

He replaced his fingertips with his thumb on my clit, sliding some fingers up and down the channel, spreading the moisture. Abruptly, his thumb rubbed my clit really hard and he jammed two fingers deep inside me. It all happened within seconds and I bucked hard, lifting my hips to meet his fingers. Simultaneously, I let out a very loud and unrestrained cry. "A-a-a-u-u-g-h." The sensations it brought shot straight through me. He continued to pound me with his fingers, jamming them in and out as fast as he could.

Just as I thought I was going to explode he eased back, barely teasing my pussy.

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h." I let out a dismal moan.

He laughed at me almost a little scornfully.

"Do you like being teased?"

"No-o-o." Was this what it was all about.

"What about all the times you teased Mike?"

I was dying inside.

"I didn't tease him."

"Oh, yes you did. And you know it. What about all the times you jerked him off and didn't let him come."

He knew about that? How much had Mike told him?

"I'll tell you how. He would come over to our house after he took you home and told me all about it." Had my face been that open that he could read it?

"Didn't you ever wonder why he was always so happy the next day?"

Yes, I did. But I couldn't bring myself to say "yes".

"Are you sure you want to know. Silence means yes."

All I could do was turn my head. How I could be embarrassed in this situation was beyond me but I was.

"Marla took care of him." How he could say that so softly and matter of fact was amazing. I didn't believe him.

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o."

He laughed real quietly, amused by my innocence.

"Oh, yeah. Marla and I have had a little agreement for a long time. We've never taken a chance living here but old Mike was too good for her to pass up."

I was trying to let it sink in but refused.

"N-o-o-o, you're lying. He'd never do that."

"Let's call him and ask how he likes the taste of Marla's pussy!"

I moaned real low, a dismal miserable sound.

"No-o-o-o, no-o-o-o. He'd never do that."

I hadn't noticed that he had slipped his fingers back in me and was slowly pumping them in and out. What really blew me away was that I was responding, pumping my hips against them even as I was denying the lies he was telling me.

"Oh, yeah, he'd do it. And after every time he would talk to me about how he was going to get even with you. This is payback, baby."

"What do you mean, payback?"

Keith glanced at the clock and said, " Oh, you'll find out in about five or ten minutes."

It scared me to death. What was going on here?




A Command Performance



One thing that I knew for sure was still going on was his fingers deep in me. He would speed them up until my back would start to arch a little and my hips would pump a little harder in response, then he would back off. 

Each time, I gave him the satisfaction of hearing me say, "A-a-h-h-h," when he left me hanging.

Then, right in the middle of this, the phone rang. I almost bolted upward when the intrusion startled me.

I quickly looked at the phone. North Carolina area code. It was Mike. I thought I would pass out.

"It's him," he said quietly.

It rang again.

"How would you know?" I shot back at him.

"I told you, it's payback time."

I stared at the third ring.

"If you don't pick it up I'll talk to him on your answer machine." Somehow, his voice was cold and hard.

I believed him and picked up the phone. Keith had let me move on the bed without restraining me. 

"Hello." My voice was shaking so bad I could hardly speak.

And then, albeit with a shaky voice, we started a very casual and normal conversation.

Keith had been massaging my feet and running his hands up and down my legs. It didn't take long for my attention to drift away from Mike's conversation.

Suddenly, I was brought back to it. 

"What are you wearing?" Mike's voice was very low, almost hoarse. Somehow, through my own problems, I realized that his voice was shaking as bad as mine and had been through the whole conversation.

"Jeans."

"Anything else?"

"No."

"Where are you right now?"

"Sitting on our bed."

"Put the phone on speaker so your hands are free." I was startled. It was bad enough, but now Keith could hear all of our conversation. I was in a panic. I had a feeling where he was about to go.

"You won't be able to hear me as well. You know it causes an echo."

"I can live with it. I want your hands free."

I did as he asked, placing the phone in the cradle right beside my pillow. "It's done," I said.

"Lay back and take off your top." Keith sat there and looked at me as if to say, "Well, he's asking." I looked at the phone as if it were Mike, then Keith. He knew I couldn't do it because it was already off. I looked at my exposed breast, exposed and swollen, nipples fully enlarged and stiff. Keith shrugged and looked at me as to say, "What now?" He was totally involved and enjoying my predicament.

"Okay, I've done it." It was almost a whisper.

"Rub your right nipple for me. Make it stiff."

I caught it between my right thumb and finger and rolled it gently. "I'm doing it now."

"How does it feel? Is it hard?"

"Yes." Very quietly.

" I wish I were there to watch, if nothing else to just rub your feet as you do it."

Keith moved over and took my right foot in his hands. I tried to pull away but couldn't, his grip too tight. Very slowly, he took my big toe in his mouth and with a look on his face pointed to the phone. I got the picture.

"I can feel you do it," I said, reacting to his hands.

"Can you?"

"Yes." He removed his mouth and started to rub my feet with both hands. My nerves were about to shatter. 

"Take your pants off." 

Keith responded as if he had received instructions. He eased my jeans off my feet and dropped them on the floor.

"They're off." 

"What color are your panties?"

"Red."

"Take'em off."

He had hardly said it when two hands reached up and slid them down my legs, quietly slipping them off my feet and down on the floor to join my jeans.

Keith looked at me and mouthed the words "just beautiful, " spreading my legs slightly as he went back to my feet with anticipation on his face. I turned red with embarrassment. I was unbelievably open to his stare. It should be Mike, not him, with the open look at me.

"Are your legs spread?"

"Slightly." We were both speaking so softly that I was afraid we wouldn't be able to hear each other. I knew my voice was shaking and I could easily hear it in his.

"Are you wet"?

"Yes.Very"

"Touch yourself for me."

"Wha-a-a-t?" I couldn't this was my Mike asking this. 

"I'm in a bedroom in a house with my cock in my hand. Touch yourself."

Stunned and embarrassed by his request, I couldn't help but be looking straight into Keith's face when I slid my hand down between my legs. I did it anyway and was met with the slush that had built up there over the evening. "

"I'm there."

"Do it for me now."

"Do what?"

"You know. I want to listen to you when you come. Take your time. We have all this time with your folks gone. I just want to be quiet and listen."

How did he know where my parents were? I didn't ask.

"Okay," I said slowly. Looking down at Keith, I slowly started touching myself, lightly over my swollen lips at first, and then slowly inserting my fingers and sliding them up and down my wet slit. With half closed eyes, I sighed deeply and slightly moved one of my legs to accommodate my hand. My left hand went to my nipple, massaging it slowly to match my slowly moving hips. 

When I made a very audible moan, he said, "That's it!! That's what I want to hear. Don't be bashful." His voice was shaking badly, moving me even further up that sexual scale. Taking all this in, Keith made his move, abandoning the quiet shadow he had been. After a very long, sensuous foot rub, it was no surprise when his hands started slowly moving up my legs, making little circles as they advanced. It was not a rush, but rather a continuation of the massage my feet had gotten. 

As his hands went above my knees, he pushed my legs further apart, leaning over and trailing kisses up my legs right behind where his hands were rubbing. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly from the warm rush I was feeling. 

He teased me forever with his kisses and touch before his fingers found mine. I gave no protest, with my moans audible to the phone. He quietly removed my hands, replacing them with his. I didn't want this to stop and I wasn't going to pretend. I opened my legs fully as his fingers worked magic on my clit, finally slipping inside. When they did, I bucked my body up to meet them with a loud cry.

As I did, the voice on the other end of the world said, "Are you starting to come? Do you feel good?"

"Yes, oh yes, yes, Michael." I wasn't lying, I thought. Keith continued his assault on my clit with his fingers. They felt wonderful in there and I was disappointed when he slowly removed them after a few minutes. 

Then the bombshell fell. Of all the times to want to play games, the timing couldn't have been more devastating.

"Is Keith there with you?"

I could have died. I looked down to see what I knew would be a disbelieving look on Keith's face. What I saw instead was a bemused look and then he mouthed the words, "Well?"

It's like all the air in me was trapped and I couldn't breathe.

"Yes." What could I do? I knew he wanted to play and would be super suspicious if I refused.

"What's he doing?"

"Playing with my leg."

"Rub her pussy, Keith."

As if on cue, Keith slid his hand all the way up and slowly re-entered me. I was still soaking and open from his last intrusion and went immediately back to that plateau I was when the phone interrupted us.

Everything went silent for a couple of minutes. I was breathing heavily and knew that Mike could hear me.

"Where is his hand?"

"Inside me."

"Quit rubbing her, Keith." He was really into the game, not having a clue the devastation he was causing. 

I let out a little moan when Keith removed his fingers.

"Felt good, huh?" Mike had heard me.

"U-u-h-h-m-m huh," I muttered.

"Oh, I think we can do better. Do you wanna cum hard?"

"Ye-e-s-s-s." I drew out the answer to what was a stupid question.

"OH, I think you'll love this, then. Marla taught me to do it."

I almost shot off the bed!!

"Marla!!" I looked quickly at Keith. He shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, "I told you so!!"

Mikes voice came over the phone shaking, but slow and deliberate.

"It's payback time, sweetie. Eat her pussy, Keith."

When I moaned loudly this time it was more in despair rather than pleasure. Surely this couldn't be true!! I knew that he hadn't done anything with Marla, let alone put his mouth on her down there.

Slowly, deliberately, and with an anxious look on his face Keith took both thumbs and spread me wide open, slowly lowering his face down between my legs. He found my clit with his mouth, slowly running his tongue over it.

Never in my life had I ever felt anything so good!! He went to his knees and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. I made no attempt to fight it, breathing hard and bubbling some nonsense that neither of them was suppose to understand.

My noise became louder, my hips rotating as he began a very slow, very soft sucking motion, slipping my clit in and out of his mouth, scrapping it with his teeth. I couldn't hold it any more and exploded, bucking so hard he had to stay with me.                                                                

"Are you coming?" Mike's voice broke through my orgasm. I tried to answer him as I continued to buck against Keith's face and tongue, my body lifting off the bed, supported only by my head and my legs wrapped around his head. He slipped his hands under my ass to hold me in that elevated position. All that came out was an "A-a-u-u-u-g-h." His moan on the other end told me I had given him all the answer he needed. 

Then it just came out of me along with the other mouthing I was doing.

"I love you" came out loud and very clear.

After saying it, I hoped Mike thought it was for him. Keith knew differently. He slowed down for a long time, allowing me to regain myself and then, as if on Mike's cue, he sucked hard on me again, boiling me over again. These were the first orgasms I had experienced with a man and it was so much more intense than I could ever have imagined. The bad circumstance I was in became completely lost on me and the only signal coming to my brain at the time was from my pussy. He just wouldn't stop and I didn't ask him.

"Do you want Keith's cock in you?" Mike broke his silence.

"I want you deep in me."

"No, that's not what I asked."

"Yes, I want him in me." I would play his game.

"No, I think I'd rather tease you a little. Would you like that?"

"Y-e-e-s-s," My answer was long and loud as Keith chose that time to suck real long and hard on an already oversensitive clit.

After he said it, Keith looked up at me between my legs. I don't know what message if any that I sent, but he abandoned me for a second, stood up, and quietly removed his clothes. I caught my breath a little when he exposed a huge, hard cock. It was very slim and long.

"Is he naked?"

"Yes," I said slowly.

"Take him in your hand and slowly rub his head up and down your pussy." Was this my Mike saying all this? From where had all this come? It made me even wetter if that was possible. Keith was listening and watching, obviously caught up in it all. With glazed eyes, he returned my legs back over his shoulders and started rubbing his cock up and down my wet slit. Both of us moaned, me louder than him.

"Wow!" Mike's low voice was shaky and hoarse. "Does he feel that good?"

"Ye-e-s-s-s." 

"What do you want him to do?"

I hesitated for a long time. I knew what he wanted to hear. It had also become what I wanted.

"I want him to fuck me." I couldn't believe I had said it so calmly, even though a shaking voice.

"When? How long?"

"Right now. Deep and hard." As soon as I said it I knew it was a mistake. Keith guided himself to me quickly and, without any warning, thrust himself all the way down into me, burying his cock until I felt his balls slap against my ass. I literally screamed and instinctively threw my arms around his neck and gripped him tightly with my legs, driving up against him as hard as I could. I had not been prepared for it and it was an excruciatingly beautiful surprise. 

"You're screaming! What's going on?" I fished quickly for an answer. Then I reminded myself it was a telephone game to him.

"Keith is shoving it in me. He's giving me long, slow strokes."

"Go fast," he said. Keith started pumping me like a piston, causing me to cry out again in really intense pleasure. I held on with both arms and legs, wrapping him tightly.

"We're going fast." I could barely get it out, my voice shaky and broken.

"I want kisses. Slow at first with your tongues, then deep." Without a word, Keith found my tongue with his mouth, slowly sucking it in and out as if I were fucking his mouth with it. He teased me for a long time until I started making a begging sound.

"That's it. Make her beg," the voice on the phone demanded. All this time his steady pounding inside me never slowed, pushing the length of it in and out with sure, even strokes that took up the entire length of the shaft. I was holding tight and bucking against him with a rhythm that was in perfect time with each penetration. 

Then, his mouth clamped down on mine in a long deep kiss as his speed increased to a rapid tempo. I knew he wasn't going to last and that I would go with him.

"What's happening?" Mike wanted to know. 

"We're cumming!!" It was the truth and I just blurted it out. 

"Don't hold back. I want to hear everything!"

I didn't. When we came I screamed loud, both in pleasure and trying to cover the sounds Keith was emitting. He had removed his mouth from mine and stuffed my right breast in his mouth, chewing and sucking as he came, apparently trying to mute his sounds. It worked to some degree, but surely Mike could hear something. I couldn't stop coming, the sucking on my breast just intensifying the moment. He kept saying, "That's it! That's it! Don't stop!" as my noise was matched with the flailing of my arms and legs around Keith. 

Then he went quiet for a few seconds.

"You know what I want, Keith."

I think that, for the first time, I realized that he actually knew Keith was really with me and that this wasn't a game. By not lying to me they had pulled it off.

I turned my head away from the phone in shame. My husband was having another man fuck me. Was it really to even a score? Was it just a twisted way to get off?

I knew one thing. I was past the point of turning back and I surely couldn't control the situation at all.

'Yeah, I got her." Keith said, easily loud enough for Mike to hear.

"You know what I want you to do to her."

He reached down and gently took each of my ankles in his hands and slowly raised them up close to my shoulders. I knew my crotch was totally exposed, glistening and wet for him. 

"Okay, she's bent back so far that her feet are touching her head."

"Is her pussy red and open like Marla's gets?" Mike's voice was almost painful and I winced at his reference to her. Any doubts about them were gone.

"Yeah. She's got cum all over the place."

"Go ahead, Keith. Fuck her ass off!!" Somehow the softness from his voice had left.

Keith looked at me and made an expression like, "Here we go!"

Slowly, very carefully he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my crevice. Then he pushed his head into me, stopping ever now and then to tease me.

I thought I had already been fucked. I was wrong. The pounding started in earnest, my legs spread and bent back so far that on occasion he had to release them a little to let me rest.

I started cumming and it seemed like I couldn't stop. I would tell him at times that I couldn't breathe and he would release me for a short time and rest in me, then start right back up again.

He and Mike started a conversation, not so much talking to each other but more Mike questioning and Keith answering. Mike was absorbed by what we were doing and I knew that somehow he was coming ever now and then.

We kept it up for at least half an hour after that. Keith never went soft, staying deep in me with those long strokes even though I knew he had come with me more than once. Mike kept begging for more action and I gave it to him. I certainly didn't have to fake orgasms for him. 

When it all slowed down, Keith whispered in my ear.

"Ask him about Marla."

I wasn't prepared to deal with that and shook my head "no."

"If you don't, I will." I knew he meant it.

"Mike, you were just lying about you and Marla?" I hoped the answer was no.

There was a slight hesitation and then he laughed, a bit sarcastically. 

"I guess Keith has filled you in, huh?"

"Y e-e-s-s-s. I know he's lying."

But he wasn't.

As I lay there with Keith buried in me, Mike started to tell me in detail and in order how he had been with her. How she had only used her hands the first few times with him to relieve his cock, then how later it had moved to her taking him in her mouth and finally how she would get on top of him and ride him to orgasm.

All that time, Keith was sliding in and out of me. He never became soft and would plunge real deep and hard into me at times as if he was putting an exclamation mark on some things Mike was saying.

As for me, I was crying softly and pumping against Keith as if I were caught up in a dream I couldn't get out of. I didn't want to believe a word I was hearing; yet, I knew it was true. What was worse was that deep down I was responding to it, mentally capturing the scenario he would set for me. For all my anguish, my hips were rolling against Keith like waves coming in off the ocean. 

"No-o-o-o, no-o-o-o," was coming quietly out of me but it fell on deaf ears. 

Then, it all went quiet. Nobody was saying anything, the only sounds being the breathing of both Keith and I. After just a couple of minutes of this, Keith and I were looking at each other straight in the face. The expression on his face changed and he reached over to the phone and softly said, "It's done, little friend. See you later." Then he lifted the phone and set it back down, cutting Mike off.

It was if somebody had sucked the air out of the room. There was stone silence after Keith hung up the phone. He collapsed on me but still managed to keep the strokes going. Now, though, they were real slow and gentle. 

Finally, he spoke.

"Payback's over," he said very gently. Then he put his lips to mine and gave me what I think was the longest, softest kiss I had ever had. Then he wrapped his arms around me, almost lifting me from the bed. 

That's when the fucking stopped and the love making started. For a long, long time he slid in and out of me very slowly but very hard, never saying a word.

I think I was still pumping softly against him when he got off me. It was if I could feel a vacuum when he came out.

"You okay?"

It took me a minute to talk. What was there to say?

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"I'm making you a promise right now. There will be no more games with Mike. Do you understand that?"

"Yeah."

He stood up and started putting on his clothes. His massive hard was still standing out. It had to have been a couple of hours.

I guess he read my mind.

"Viagra." That's all he said. I remembered the pill he took when he first came over. That answered that. I always wondered if that stuff worked. It works!!

Then he walked around the room for a minute, looking through my closet and drawers as if looking for something. I guess it was about that time I realized what a sight I must be! I was lying there totally naked on the bed as he walked around, cum pouring out of my gaping hole, some of it already dried on my legs.

I felt like such a slut! Why had this happened to me? Surely this couldn't all be simply as retaliation for some harmless teasing as a young girl. No way. This had to be a long planned seduction by Mike and Keith, maybe even Marla. I wondered how many hours they had spent planning it, talking about me as if I were a prize to be taken.

I kept watching Keith as he looked around the room. Finally, he took a real short and shear dress out of my closet. The only thing I had ever used it for was as a swim suit cover. It was way too revealing to wear out.




A Command Performance



Keith brought it over and laid it across me.

"It's all over with Mike. It can be all over with us, too. You make the choice. Be at the old Benson place at six in the morning. Wear this and nothing else. Or, don't be there. I'll never bother you again. I promise."

Then he leaned over me and gave me a deep, deep kiss. Just as he pulled away he jammed two fingers deep into my wet pussy. I couldn't believe that, after all that happened that night, I totally responded and lifted my hips to meet his hand, moaning as I did.

He leaned over and whispered into my ear.

"If you do show up, it's going to be me and only me for a couple of months. You will do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you and never question me. It'll take you into a world that you never thought possible."

"And, by the way, this is just between the two of us now. No Mike. No anybody."

Then he walked out. Just like that.

I laid around for a while, going from crying to laughing and back. Finally, I drug myself out of bed and into the shower. It was going to be a long night.

And it was. But, it took a real different direction from what I thought. I went from being hurt to being scared to a hundred other different emotions. But finally, I realized it all came down to one thing.

We had gotten married way too young and long before we had a chance to sow any wild oats. I guess in a way that was what was happening. We were reaching out, touching something that wasn't there before. Unfortunately, we had waited until after we were already married to do it.

I knew Mike had been seriously angry with me. My teasing had gone far deeper than I had ever thought possible.

I was determined I was going to get us through this. I loved him and I know he loved me. We just had some issues to resolve and I knew we could do that. Our marriage would be strong.

After several years of marriage I still believe that. However, there are some issues that we deal with.

When Mike came home we were not in a position either financially or from a time standpoint to hang around town very long. And I sure didn't want him to have a chance to spend any significant time with Keith, let alone the three of us.

The first night we went out of town to be alone. To my relief and his amazement, we had a simultaneous orgasm with both of us roaring out as we came. It wasn't so much the physical but rather the emotional part of it that was overwhelming to me. I knew we would be okay with each other. Two days later we were on the road with a long drive ahead of us. 

To my relief and bluntly speaking, to my astonishment, Mike never said a word about the ordeal we had shared that night with Keith. After two weeks and getting settled in to the little apartment we would call home, I began to believe that it was over. We had done something we shouldn't have, all was forgiven if not forgotten, and that was that.

What a foolish girl.

The third week we were in our apartment we went to a little social there in the building. There were a number of real young couples like us and several of them were in Mike's unit. We all had a little too much alcohol then we could handle and some of them, including Mike, were starting to get pretty funny. I was glad when it broke up.

When we went back to our place I took a quick shower and came back into the bedroom. Mike was lying there stark naked as if waiting on me. As I moved about with the towel around me he held out his hand for me to come to him.

He laid me on my back and for twenty or thirty minutes played with me, teasing me about a lot of things and using his mouth on me in places that just a short while ago we wouldn't have ventured. Finally, he took my legs and pulled them high against my body, my toes above my head. Slowly, deliberately, he started a constant search with his tongue. I closed my eyes and settled in for the moments of pleasure I knew would come.

I knew I was getting very wet and it was feeling great. He lifted his head up and moved up against me, on his knees and towering over me. He took the head of his cock and slid it up and down the softness of me for a minute or so and then placed it so that he was barely entering me.

"Is this how Keith did it to you?"

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o" It hit me right between the eyes. I had hoped it would never come up, let alone at a time like this.

Mike's voice was soft and gentle but it was serious. He whispered again.

"Oh, is that right. Well, did he do it here, then?" He placed his head against the crack of my ass, just enough pressure that it barely entered me there.

"Lord, no! Not there!!" I had a quick flashback that I didn't want to relive.

He went back to sliding it up and down me pussy. Then back to my anus.

"Are you going to tell me about it."

I turned my head from him and tried to hide my tears. I knew it would come out some day and unfortunately the day had arrived. I certainly couldn't lie. He had heard us on the phone and I still wasn't sure what Keith had told him. And Keith had a lot to tell.

So, it started that night.

"What do you want to know?" I finally was able to get it out in a whisper.

He entered me slowly and kept giving me real long, real slow strokes as I talked. Even through my situation, I couldn't help but respond to him. In a shaking voice, little by little, question-by-question, he slowly drew me out. I didn't just blurt out anything, but rather in a teasing manner told him as little as I possibly could, hiding virtually all of it. It was more than enough! It wasn't fifteen minutes before he came in a huge, thunderous explosion.

I lay there beside him very still, wondering what was next, knowing he would recoup from his orgasm and start blasting me. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. It surely wasn't what I expected.

I'll bet for a full two hours that he made the softest, most gentle love to me that I could ever had imagined. Never a mention of Keith or my life while he was gone, more about what was ahead for the two of us and the wonderful life we faced together. Using his hands, mouth and cock he brought me over again and again. 

I was relieved to the point of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Thank goodness it was over.

Foolish girl again.

Instead, it became almost a pattern. Not every time by any means but on certain occasions Mike would get me high then enter me, always in a whispering voice begging me about details. All the time I was being showered with soft kisses and delivered those long, soft strokes.

Always hiding as much as possible, going back over what he already knew and adding very little, I would spin the story he wanted about that night. It gradually got to the point that I was enjoying it as much as he. I'm not too sure if it was because I was enjoying the actual act of passing on the story, loving how he felt in me at the time, or the anticipation of what I knew was always going to happen after he came. Never, never did he fail to cuddle me and give me hours of sweet love.

I knew there would be a time when my version of what happened would grow stale. Even though he was satisfied for a couple of months just to hear different versions, I could tell when it wasn't satisfying that particular hunger.

That's when he urged me to reach beyond that one night. He wanted me to respond to "what if's" and "what would you have done". I guess it was then I knew it would be a long time if not forever that Mike's biggest turn-on would be thoughts of me making it with another man. It had turned him on before and it turned him on now.

Slowly, carefully I have satisfied his lust for stories of my infidelity. At his request, I spin tales of Keith doing wildly erotic things to me in improbable places. Mike never fails to respond, holding me tightly, being soft at first then driving hard into me as I quietly give him vision after vision of me being fucked by Keith.

But, there is a secret story here. I will tell you, but never Mike.

I still don't trust the relationship between Keith and him, so I don't know for sure what he does or doesn't know. I just know the full story of what actually happened after that night.

The rest of the night of "the event" with Keith and Mike I lay awake totally dismayed and distressed over what had happened. I didn't know what upset me most: my infidelity or that of Mike's. I know it was a weak defense, but at least I did it at Mike's request but he was making love to Marla behind my back.

It came to me that I was still a very young and inexperienced girl and couldn't possibly compete with the likes of her and her experience.

Was this to be a trend? Would Mike always seek somebody with experience that I didn't have?

I mulled it over and over that night, going through periods of fear, anger and shame. But one thing kept creeping back into my mind and those were Keith's parting words.

"It's all over with Mike. It can be all over with us, too. You make the choice. Be at the old Benson place at six in the morning. Wear this and nothing else. Or, don't be there. I'll never bother you again. I promise."

"If you do show up, it's going to be me and only me for a couple of months. You will do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you and never question me. It'll take you into a world that you never thought possible."

"And this is just us two now. No Mike. No anybody."

I have often wondered if Mike has ever picked up on the fact that he does not instigate many of the new things we do sexually, but instead it is carefully and subtlety introduced by me. I'm the one who gently shoved his face between my legs and into my crotch. He loves the fact that men look at me, but doesn't understand that they couldn't see me in the provocative way they do if I didn't go out of my way to make it that way.

If he ever does realize all this and wonders where it came from, I can tell him.

On the morning after his command performance between Keith and I, this little girl walked out of her house at a quarter of six in the morning wearing nothing but that shear short dress that Keith had so carefully selected. I went straight to the old Benson place and parked behind the old barn, waiting for the sun to rise and Keith to appear, hoping I wasn't making a complete fool of myself.

But I didn't. Keith showed up and without saying one word laid me across the trunk of my car and put my legs over his shoulders. After that he literally took me by the hand and the soul and for the next seventy-five days guided me carefully and wonderfully through an erotic adventure I never dreamed possible and can never forget.

The stories of Keith and me that I carefully dissect and share a bit at a time with Mike all actually happened. Keith surprising me after hours in the restaurant on my night to close, insisting on me wearing that short uniform as he took me from tabletop to tabletop, booth to booth in the pale light of the outside street lights. All true. 

Taking me to the high school gym at one in the morning and placing a gym mat at half court before disrobing us and guiding me through my first sixty nine. It all happened. I can still remember him urging me on, making it even more erotic by saying, "Use your imagination. Imagine the gym is full of people and you are the star performing for them." Later that night I found out how hard it was to wash semen from your hair.

The nights that I carefully slipped him into our house and he fucked me unmercifully for hours at a time, knowing that I couldn't so much as make a sound, let alone cry out with the pleasure he brought me. Sometimes it wasn't so much what he was doing to me but rather the situation in which he had us, teaching me how sensuous a situation could be as fulfilling as the act of sex act itself.

I told it all to Mike. He just thinks it's a story I'm spinning.

There are so many things, so many times that I could tell you I don't totally recall. But I would be lying. I remember every one of them, detail by fulfilling detail. I'll just say that in those seventy-five days there was at least thirty that I spent with Keith, being pampered, instructed, and thoroughly debauched as I unknowingly was creating memories to be shared with a begging husband.

If I were to have to select just one occasion that stood out above all others, it would have to be the night that he took me on the floor in his living room with Marla sleeping right next to us in the next room. And I don't mean a quickie! He stripped me totally, spent a long time with his head between my legs and never hurried up even once when he turned me over on my hands and knees and took me from behind. To this day, though, I still swear I caught some quick glimpses at her in the doorway. 

I think she was watching the whole time and he was making me put on a show for her. What I find surprising about it is that I found it highly erotic! 

And when I said earlier that Mike's nudging on my anus brought back thoughts that I didn't want to think about, that's a story within it's own.

So, here we are now. We have never returned to Texas since we left. We have pleaded "poor" and our folks have come out here instead, saving me the dreadful experience of returning.

Keith is still there. He has since become head coach and has a championship under his belt. I understand he could run for mayor if he wanted. 

And I still am not sure how much Mike knows about the two of us. They talk on a regular basis but I have yet to speak to him.

The problem is that we have received an overseas assignment and Mike insists that we go there on our way out, especially since his five-year reunion is going to happen.

He gave me his special seductive look and proclaimed to me that Keith and Marla wanted to make sure we spent at least one night with them.

When he told me that I just blanched and said, "Wow, I just can't wait!"

And I can't help but wonder what is to happen.



A Command Performance



I was in NYC; I had just finished the first leg of my third tour promoting my new album, when I was woken up from an alcohol-induced sleep by a call from my manager. 

"Hey good news!" Russ chortled into the phone. I glanced at the clock and groaned for two reasons. One it was only 7am and I had just passed out, err, fallen asleep at 4am, and his "good news" rarely was.

I mumbled, "What's the good news?"

"I got a call from a really wealthy business man in upstate New York, he wants to book you for a private show tonight." Before I could protest that I was supposed to have the next few days off, he came back with, "he offered $500,000 for a two hour show. He'll send a private plane for you, and he has the cash in hand. What say you boyo?"

I sat up in bed and lit a cigarette; "I'll have to run it past the band..."

"No, no. He doesn't want the whole band, just you. Acoustic set, unplugged and all that sort of stuff." Russ lowered his voice; "he offered me a $25,000 booking fee up front if I can talk you into this. I can use the money; my ex is bleeding me dry. Be a good lad and say yes."

I was torn, I really needed a day off, but the money was tempting as hell, and I knew that Russ' ex-wife had taken advantage of no pre-nup to really run him through the financial wringer. I owed him a lot; he signed me when no one else had believed in me. 

"OK, when am I supposed to leave?"

"You'll do it?" Russ sighed in relief, "Thank you so much, you don't know how much I appreciate this!" He sounded a bit choked up, then his business voice came back, "He said to be downstairs at 9am, they'll be a limo waiting to take you to the airport. He said he has all the equipment you need, just bring your guitar."

I started the complimentary coffee pot, hopped into the shower and made myself as presentable as I would ever be. 

As promised a black limo was waiting for me at the curb, the driver wordlessly opened the door, took my guitar placing it in the boot and we drove in complete silence to the airport, which suited my still muddled head just fine. 

Once we arrived at the waiting plane, the driver repeated his less than chatty ways, and pointed at a Lear Jet off to one side of the tarmac, and before I could say anything, he grabbed my guitar and my arm and took us both to the plane. He half shoved me into a seat and put my guitar in the overhead. Then walked to the back of the plane strapped in and closed his eyes.

I was still puzzling over this bizarre welcoming committee when a truly gorgeous blonde, dressed in a fire red leather jumpsuit came up to me, "Welcome. I'm Cindy; I'm going to be your hostess until we land. What can I get you?"

I smiled suppressing the urge to say, "You would do nicely." Instead I asked for a rum and coke. I was pleasantly distracted watching her move to the back of the plane to get my drink as the plane taxied to the runway.

A couple of rum and cokes later my lack of sleep caught up with me, and I dozed off. I woke up some time later to Cindy gently shaking me awake, "We're here. It's time to get up."

Another limo awaited me at the bottom of the plane's steps and Mr. Sunshine was again my driver. I was feeling a lot more rested and attempted to strike up a conversation, "So where are we exactly?" I asked.

Nothing.

I tapped on the back of his headrest, "Excuse me, um where are we? Hello? Do you speak English? Are you deaf? HELLO?"

He replied by closing the partition between us almost catching my hand in it as it shot closed.

All right, fine. I thought. I lit up a cigarette and decided to open the window to get some air. The window buttons didn't seem to work and neither did the door locks. I didn't think anything about it at the time; I just shrugged and figured if the driver was offended he'd roll them down.

After about an hour we seemed to arrive at our destination. The limo stopped in front of what I could only describe as the ugliest hunk of architecture I had ever seen. I'm from England and I've seen castles before, but this place was a castle on steroids. It had every cliché known to man and a few previously undiscovered. Turrets and towers poked out of strange roof angles. I stifled a laugh and caught up with the driver as he raced to the house with my guitar in his hand.

The inside was a lot nicer to look at than the outside. Everything was done in muted reds and blacks with the occasional touch of white. I am not a tall man in the least, and I felt dwarfed by the huge staircase with the large stained glass windows. The limo driver set my guitar down at my feet and whirled on me.

He undid my jacket and stuck his hands into the pockets of my jeans and started patting me down, "HEY!" I protested trying to escape this violation of my privacy, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry." He grunted, as he pulled my tshirt forward reached into it and yanked my necklace from my neck, snapping the leather cord, "your host is allergic to some metals and you can't wear this." He let me go and threw open my guitar case.

"You could have just asked me to take it off!" I snapped, "You really have to work on your people skills asshole. Go easy on that!" I said as he picked up the guitar turned it upside down and shook it. He snapped the case shut and shoved it into my hands, and skulked off.

I was just dialing my manager on my mobile to tell him the deal was off and to get me the hell out of here when this impressive older man dressed in an old fashioned smoking jacket and black velvet trousers greeted me, "Welcome!" he took my hand in his and firmly shook it, "I trust you had a pleasant journey."

"Aside from the ray of sunshine who just man-handled me, yeah." 

"I'm sorry about that. He only has my best interests at heart but is limited in his social graces." He chuckled deep in his chest, and then put his arm around me. I usually don't welcome instant intimacy with people I've just met but there was something in his manner that made me completely at ease. "We're about to have dinner, you are the guest of honour, please come this way."

"So, what's the occasion? Is this a party for your daughter or something?" I asked.

He found that question really funny for some reason, after a few moments he stopped laughing, "No, I have no daughter. This is a party for a few special friends. We are having a celebration of sorts." He opened the door to the dining room, a huge table dominated the space with a warm fire burning in a small fireplace off to the left side, "I am the one who is a fan of yours."

He pulled the chair out at the head of the table and gestured for me to sit, poured me a glass of wine and took my guitar from me putting it on a chair by the fire.

"I'll go get the rest of the guests" and with that he left me alone in the room.

I took the opportunity to get up and explore my surroundings. The room had no windows, and really no artwork either. The floors were obviously top quality marble and the table was set with expensive china. The odd thing was that instead of silverware all the utensils were carved out of some sort of polished white stone. I heard approaching footsteps and quickly sat back down.

The other guests included Cindy, from the airplane, and a collection of men from my age on up to what appeared to be older than dirt. Cindy sat next to me and the men took their places around the table. My host sat on the opposite end of the table from me and signalled for the food to be served.

I barely drained my glass before it was topped off with more wine, I wasn't really hungry so I made only a half hearted attempt at eating, I didn't feel too badly because it seemed I wasn't the only one doing it, no one seemed very hungry accept Cindy who wolfed her food down like she thought someone was going to whip her plate away any minute. 

The wine flowed at everyone's place though, it was a gorgeous ruby red in the light of the fire but I wanted to be at least marginally sober for my performance so I switched to water after a while.

After dinner, I was shown to a ballroom on the second floor. I unpacked my guitar and plugged it in. I was really impressed with the calibre of equipment on the small stage. The amps were top notch; there was a grand piano and a professional grade light panel.

One of the dinner guests took his seat at the soundboard and we did some songs to get the levels down. He really seemed to know what he was doing, and I started to feel that thrill I get before going onstage even in this set of odd circumstances.

My host came in, handed me a small satchel, and said he'd like to start in ten minutes. After he left I snuck a look into the bag and discovered it was full of cash, my payment for this show. I wasn't used to seeing all those bills in one place it was pretty impressive.

The room started to fill up a few minutes later. Again the only woman in the group was Cindy the bulk of the rest were men. Some in them were in their 60s to I'd guess 80s with a mix of young boys and men my age or younger. She had changed into a bright red dress that clung to her every curve. I hoped she would come closer to the stage to provide me with some inspiration.

I started the show off with one of the more rock songs off of my album; I glanced out at the crowd and by the looks on their faces they were more used to Perry Como or something because most of them had a deer in the headlight look. 

The next song was a slower love ballad; this one got the men paired up with partners and slow dancing with each other. This didn't particularly register with me, until some of the men began to make out right in front of the stage. I tried to keep my mind focused on the song when one of them leaned into his partner's neck and started to give him what I guessed would be one hell of a love mark. They moved a bit to the side of the stage and got into a stronger make out session, laying in a writhing heap as I started into my third song. 

I decided to go with another slow song, only to have this scene repeat all around the stage. Every man had partnered with another, usually younger man, and it was beginning to look like I was there to provide the sound track to an orgy.

At this point I could have played "Old MacDonald" and no one but my host, Cindy and me would have noticed. They sat at a table just off to my right, ignoring the others and staring right at me. I looked over at them and shrugged trying not to laugh. The light caught my host's eyes in a strange way causing them to glow red. I looked away, shook my head to clear the image and looked back. I put it down as an optical illusion because when I looked back his eyes were normal.

Cindy inched closed to the stage and reached up and touched me on the leg. I started the next song and moved a bit out of her reach, trying to not get distracted. She took this as a challenge and climbed up on the stage next to me and started dancing very suggestively next to me. 

When that failed to get my attention she started to pull on the guitar cord and got between the microphone and me. I stopped playing and looked for my host. I didn't have far to look, as he was right behind me. He reached over and turned off the amplifier as Cindy undid the strap on my guitar and set it up against the side of the stage.

"Um, what's going on here?" I asked. 

He put his arm around my waist pulled me to him, he was easily half a head taller than me and I had to crane my neck to look him in the face. This time I knew it wasn't the light because his eyes were indeed bright red. I couldn't take my eyes from his I felt powerless as he bent down to give me a kiss.

Cindy crawled between us and undid my belt, unzipped my jeans and took my cock into her hands. I was still locked in a kiss with my host when her mouth found me.

I seemed to lose all will of my own. I know my host wasn't talking, as his tongue was in my mouth, but I could hear his voice as clear as day telling me to relax and let him do whatever he wanted. And I did.

He pushed Cindy away from me and laid me down on the stage. My eyes were still held to his and his hands tore off my shirt he bent his head to my neck. I felt a sharp pain as he sunk his teeth into the flesh where my neck met my shoulder. I cried out as he latched onto the wound and began to drink of me. I found a reserve of strength and tried to push him away but he held me down like I was a small child. 

His mouth didn't leave my throat as he finished stripping off my clothes, and then he lifted my hips. I felt his cock pressing against me and in one fluid movement he entered me completely. 

He rocked in and out of me as the room started to spin. I could only manage to hold on to the floor for dear life as the spinning increased and the room grew darker around me. The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was my heart pounding so hard I thought it would leap right out of my chest.

I woke up as the phone was ringing. It took me a moment to realise I was back at the hotel in NYC. I glanced at the clock before answering and it was just past 8. AM or PM I wondered? "Hello?"

"Good morning sleepy head!" chirped Russ, "Thanks again boyo, I got my commission and a nice little bonus from that business man you played for last night. Looks like you knocked them dead out there."

That phrased seemed really important to me for some reason but I couldn't quite figure out why. I hung up with Russ after a few minutes and got out of bed. My necklace was laying on the bed stand, the leather cord repaired, I picked it up to put it back on but got a strange burning sensation when I touched the pendant. 

The light from the windows hurt my eyes; I must have had a lot more to drink than I thought I mused. I shut the drapes and got ready to face the day. 



A Command Performance



As a British Soldier Sergeant David Lewis was not where he wanted to be. At 24 even his admirers thought him young for his rank, the Parachute regiment had reluctantly given him a detached posting for 2 years so that he could gain administrative experience before he would return to take up his role as a platoon sergeant in the army's premier regiment.

That was how he had come to be posted to a Defense Logistics Base, He understood in a way that it would actually be a shot in the arm to his Career and it was only the high regard that the army held him in that had put him here. Still he struggled daily in a work environment that left him feeling frustrated.

Lewis was something of a high flyer after only 7 years in the army he was a sergeant a rank that many good Infantrymen would often take twice as long to reach. Decorated with the Military Medal in Iraq he was also something of a celebrity on the camp, on which the majority of the personal were either civilians or Royal Logistic Corps a group of people Lewis had little time for and would only grudgingly use the term soldiers to describe.

The Military Personal in the office he had found himself working in were a mixed bunch coming mostly from the Royal Logistics Corps. Corporal Lisa Hughes was the Office Clerk a short little blonde, and someone that seemed only too willing to live up to the blonde stereotype, lazy and bad tempered she was unsuited to any position of authority she was also easily led, Lewis had shagged her on his first night at the Regiment. He had been invited to the Corporal's mess for drinks in his honour. He had tired of it quickly and when approached by Hughes he had let vent. 

She had a tight body with large fleshy tits, which were a preference of his. Ignoring her requests to take her to his room he had instead bent her over the pool table, the other people in the room taking his hitching up of her skirt and ripping off of her knickers as their queue to vacate. She went through the motions of protesting when he proceeded to place his cock against her arsehole but the only concession he gave her was a little well aimed spit as lubrication which she rubbed in herself. As lousy a soldier as she was he had to admit that she took it well clenching her internal muscles like a pro at the right times.

She had been no trouble since and was keen to repeat the experience whenever Lewis felt like it. She was always up for a discreet blowjob during working hours but Lewis had always refused to see her outside of work.

Corporal Lucy Taylor who was the Transport Clerk was a different sort and someone that Lewis grudgingly respected an army decathlon champion, wide shouldered and brawny with cropped hair she was no beauty, but she at least had a dedication to her job, like Lewis she hoped for better things from this posting.

Then there was Corporal David Norris, whose job was ill defined and primarily to keep out of trouble, Lewis considered Norris to be a friend so he owed the man some loyalty, he was also an experienced infantry soldier although a disenchanted one, at 39 he was counting the days until his pension. The army had put him here out of respect for his military service in the hope he would keep his head down until retirement.

Then there was the final member of the troop staff First lieutenant Alice Jones. Before he had even met her, he had been comprehensively briefed on Lieutenant Jones by one of her classmates at Sandhurst who knew her intimately.

That day of their first meeting nearly a year ago, Alice Jones had been in a nervous state. She had been under a cloud in the army, and the renewal of her commission normally formality was not certain even with her extensive family connections. She needed a good performance in her role as troop commander just to stay in the army. She had been six months in the job and her fall from grace that had begun two years earlier was still proceeding.

The thought of having to impose her will on a decorated combat Veteran, made her feel ill. Alice chosen path had been with the logistics corps and her only operational tour had been a disaster with her being sent home in disgrace. She also knew that Para's were notorious as being hard to manage, they prided themselves on it, and this Para was an army hero who had been feted at a special reception the night before at the officer's mess.

She had not gone due to a date, which had got her another in a constant line of rebukes from the Commanding Officer, who Sang Sergeant Lewis's praises to her and made sure she knew how lucky she was to have him and how he hoped Lewis could improve her own poor performance at the Regiment so far.

It was essential that she make a good first impression on the man. She carefully rehearsed a speech and arranged her office layout to the maximum effect. She was standing behind her desk when she heard the knock.

"Come in," she said.

Lewis marched in smartly and saluted as Alice reached out to shake hands, "Good morning Ma'am Sergeant David Lewis."

"Good Morning Sergeant," Alice said cursing inwardly drawing her hand back and starting her own salute.

"You're not wearing any head dress ma'am," Lewis said calmly.

"Bugger , bugger , bugger" she said mentally "well done Alice you've fucked it up already", it was all going tits up straight from the beginning "excuse me Sergeant" she made herself come to attention which was the accepted form for returning a salute when no head dress was worn.

"May I sit down ma'am?" Lewis asked already in the process of doing so.

Alice was completely flustered now and withdrew behind her desk. "So welcome to the unit Sergeant I hope you will..."

"Yes ma'am I was given a comprehensive brief by the CO last night"

"Yes ahm... okay so... Do you know what you'll be doing here Sergeant?" Alice was struggling to remember her prepared intro.

"I'm sure I'll figure it out Ma'am" Lewis said casually then he turned the conversation to what he wanted to talk about "I met a friend of yours in Basra ma'am."

"Yes and who was that?" Alice said curiously.

"Hugh Barlow."

"Oh..." Alice blanched, "and how... How is he?"

"Missing a leg," Lewis said simply, "you did hear he was wounded didn't you?"

"Yes, I've been meaning to get in touch but I've been so ..."

"Busy."

"Yes... busy," Alice's head was spinning it was all going wrong, Hugh Barlow fuck.

"Do you know him well?" Alice asked.

"Well familiarity between the ranks being discouraged and all that, he was my platoon commander. I got my Military Cross when he lost his leg; we shared a ward in the hospital."

"I'll write to him as soon as I get a chance," Alice said meekly.

"Yeah... Well like I said he was pretty annoyed you didn't write, I'm not sure if he has reason to be. It's not as if you denied him anything when you were together. Is it?"

Alice felt sick; she couldn't look at Lewis anymore.

"Anyway he wanted me to return something to you" Alice saw Lewis reach into his pocket and pull something out, It was only when he held it out in front of him that She realized what it was. A small black lace G-string With the words 'peek-a-boo' just about fitting onto the front panel, which Hugh Barlow had taken as a souvenir nearly a year and a half previously.

Alice started to panic; she couldn't form words, 'why had he done it' Lewis was right she had never denied Hugh Barlow anything, even if it left her feeling sore and humiliated. "Oh Jesus..." she whispered, even when he wanted to Leave a small video camera running when they had sex, she only made the quietest of protests. She looked at Lewis again, he was expressionless. He had seen the videos she knew he had.

Lewis tossed the v sting on to the table, "I've never really been turned on by women wearing slutty underwear." He pointed at the offending garment on the Table, "but I have a hard time reconciling that, with that uniform you're wearing now."

"Look Sergeant..." Alice began.

"Shut up, and stand up," Lewis said in a quite voice.

"I won't let you..."

"Be quite you silly bitch and stand up!" his voice becoming harder.

Alice obeyed instantly this time and then promptly started to cry.

"I swear to Christ if you don't get a grip of yourself you'll be the first woman I've ever slapped."

Alice stopped, "Please..." she begged tears running down her face.

Lewis knew she could shout at any time and half a dozen people would come running, he knew this had to be her choice.

"Are you wearing knickers now?" he asked.

Alice looked at him blankly, "O-of course," she stuttered, not realizing that even in answering the question she had given herself away, "I'm not a...."

"Like those?" he said pointing at the table.

"Ahm ... no I... don't...ah," she was feeling confused and humiliated the tears were still flowing down her face.

"Show me."

"What? No," Alice was getting more and more scared. "I want you to leave."

"Drop your trousers."

"Get out or I'll scream."

"Drop your trousers or I'll bend you over the desk and take them down myself."

"I'll scream...I'll..." she didn't know what she would do.

"And whoever comes will find you bent over the desk," he said simply.

"Look you have a choice to make in the next 5 seconds, drop your trousers, scream, or just stand there like an idiot and let me do it."

Alice looked at him again closely. For all her faults Alice Jones was not a stupid woman. She could scream and the troop staff would come running. She believed him when he said he'd pull her trousers down by force, she knew she couldn't fight him off by herself. If all he wanted was sex, well, she could put up with that.

Lewis was about to start counting down when she surprised him by unbuckling her belt, undid her trousers button and pushed them down to her ankles in a few motion and stood there displaying a yellow Thong

"Am I meant to take orders from you now..."

Alice's manner changed she was starting to get angry "was that what you wanted to humiliate me so you wouldn't have to". Alice's head was spinning she never understood why so many men in her life felt the need to humiliate her. Everything was going wrong for her again and as usual it came down to sex. She just wanted it to end.

"No that's not what I wanted." So what? You want to fuck me?" she said hissing. "Well go on, I won't scream, but then you have to go and you can't stay on here as troop sergeant."

"Would you like that?" he asked, starting to reassess her.

"Oh yes please," she said sarcastically. "I'm a regular nymphomaniac, I just can't get enough."

"So the rumor mill says."

Her expression was crestfallen again, "Men just like spreading stories..."

"But in your case it's more than stories, how many men are you fucking on a regular basis."

"Why do you care "she asked "look I said I'll have sex with you that's what you want isn't it? You'll be able to brag about shagging an officer to all your mates. So why the rest of this bullshit..."

"It's hard for me to listen to you try to assert yourself, when you're standing with your trousers around your ankles, wearing a pair of knickers traditionally worn by 16 year old tramps going out on the town. Now how many?"

"Nobody I have boyfriends some time..."

"Like the adjutant, or captain Richards, or Major Keith or Major Moon..."

"You're some type of fucking stalker aren't you?"

"In all honesty maybe I am. I spent a lot of time in hospital listening to stories about you?" he smiled, he liked this new aggressive Jones "Come here." 

She bent down to pull her trouser up.

"Leave them there."

She sighed and then began to shuffle over to where he was standing. As she got close to him, he asked, "Why do you wear knickers like that?"

Alice noticed the change in tone there wasn't any malice there, "Because I like to wear something pretty when I'm in uniform, nobody else know I'm wearing underneath."

"Well a few people do. And more importantly you know."

Alice looked at him puzzled he put his hands on her hips and positioned her in front of where he was sitting. "From now when you're in uniform all you wear is white bra and briefs understand?"

"Yes sure, whatever you want."

He grabbed her by the hips and shook her, "Look at me, if I ever catch you wearing something like this again, I'm going to rip it off, wrap your rank slide in it and shove it up your Arse." He looked her in the eyes "do you believe me?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

"Do you still get your pubic hair waxed?"

"Yes," she didn't know why he just didn't fuck her and get it over with. She didn't know what sex with this man was going to be like; did he want to hurt her when he fucked her like some men did? She could scream, she could pull her trousers up and run, but it would be the end of her career they wouldn't believe she was totally innocent not with her record and reputation.

Why the hell was he being such an aggressive asshole, if he had wanted to fuck her so bad, well, he wasn't bad looking he could have brought her around using far more gentle tactics. It was that bastard Hugh telling him that she was the biggest slut in NATO and was always up for it.

He hooked his fingers into her knickers and pulled them down to her ankles staring at her bare mound, "You're not a little girl you know," he said, bring a hand between her legs. His fingers spread her labia and began to try and find her way into her sex

"I suppose you thought I'd be dripping wet by now."

"Dry sex can be good." He said quietly

His other hand reached around cupping her Arse cheeks, fingers skirted into her crack and found her asshole 'oh god was he going to take her anally, she'd cry if he did. Hugh always loved to take her up the bum.

"I suppose Hugh told you how much I love to take it up the Arse."

"Did he?" he had as a matter of fact, and Lewis had fully intended to take her anally.

"Oh yes did he tell you about our last time, sexy story he was as drunk as a skunk I woke up to him trying to stick it up me. He was a bit puzzled afterwards as to how blood got all over his cock."

"So why did you let him do it?"

"I didn't... I..."

"So he raped you?"

"No, but..."

"You're an officer and you let yourself be buggered whenever he wanted you."

"NO!" she nearly shouted.

"Yes," he grabbed her and threw her across the desk. He pulled her cheeks apart and spat into her crack rubbing it into her sphincter with his fingers.

"You let him do it. You fucking tramp."

"Just do it and get out," Alice tried and relax the muscles in her back passage for what she thought was coming but it didn't happen. Instead he flipped her over and looked at her curiously, then began to unlace her boots.

He stripped her slowly and methodically, beginning with her boots which revealed a pair of pink socks, Lewis rolled his eyes 'what was she thinking?' The trousers came next, leaving her bare arsed on the desk. Without prompting she started removing her shirt, throwing it on to the couch followed by her t-shirt. The rather skimpy purple bra elicited another eye roll, "that can't be providing much support"

"You sound like my mother," angry and with a touch of petulance in her voice.

He left her sitting naked on the desk, without prompting she left her legs slightly spread. He had to admit her body was magnificent she was quite small at 5'4 and 110lbs with her hair net off her auburn curls reached past the shoulder. Her athletic body didn't have an ounce of unnecessary fat on it and he judged her correctly to be a 32C. She seemed more confident now that she was naked she didn't try to shield her breasts or her sex, her legs were slightly apart and she looked at him with a rather offhand expression.

"Put your hand between your legs," he ordered.

She did what he told her, suspecting he wanted to watch her play with herself

"I want to get across to you that your sex isn't your own anymore," he said half smiling. "If it ever really was ...."

"What are you talking about?"

"Shut up if you say another fucking word you will be feeling my cock up your arse" she stayed quite "right I'm here for 2 years and your cunt's where I'm going to be venting my frustration at having been given this shitty job. It's not your Cunt anymore its mine and its off limits to the officers mess for the foreseeable future. Do you understand?"

"No what are you..."

With a few fluid motions he unzipped his trousers freeing his cock she only had a momentary look at it as he pulled her legs apart, before he thrust into her.She bit her lip to avoid screaming,

Lewis was well aware that he was hurting her it was all he could do to avoid grunting with effort himself, he genuinely didn't want to cause her pain, but he needed to make a point and she only seemed able to take lessons from men when on her back.

He saw her instinctively arch her back in order to accept his cock better, what at first he mistook for struggling was actually an attempt to mellow the violence of his initial fucking she pushed her body towards him slightly and brought her knees up to grip him around his waist which had the effect of slowing his rhythm slightly. Then he felt fluid begin to seep around his cock, he worried for a moment that she might be bleeding but then saw she was wet.

Alice wondered whether he was going to remark on her becoming wet. If he had only given her a minute then the first moments of pain wouldn't have been necessary. She had realized years earlier that she became aroused easier than most women, yet despite this many of her boyfriends insisted on abusing her body during sex. She knew now that she had been like this ever since she discovered sex as a girl. She realized on a purely intellectual level that she offered her body up too freely, and it was in danger of wrecking her life but so far with so many different men trying to get into her knickers she had been unsuccessful controlling herself.

Lewis watched her arch her back, her muscles seemed to grab at his cock in a way that no other woman's ever had. He moved forward wrapped hands underneath her then picked her up and stepped back into a freestanding position in the centre of the room. With one hand underneath her backside he started to raise and lower her on his cock.

She surprised him again, by gripping her knees into his waist and beginning to do the work herself. She was moaning softly, as she reached her first orgasm she bit down on his shoulder to stop from screaming. She expected him to say something, to call her a slut, for enjoying her own humiliation. But he said nothing.

Lewis was slightly shocked there seemed to be an element of professionalism to her performance. He was impressed by her stamina his hands stayed on her backside but it was her that was doing the work now and she was moving to her own rhythm.

With the fingers of one hand he began to probe her asshole, he had actually intended to butt fuck her the First time, reasoning it as a being a good method of asserting himself. He got the impression however that's he was no stranger to being bend over a table and buggered, and if nothing else she was definitely a women that deserved to be fucked properly.

Her eyes were closed with her head thrown back the quite moaning noise became a kind of mewling noise as he put first one, then two fingers past her ring into her ass. He knew she wouldn't argue if he decided to Put her on her hands and knees, and take her anally, but that would have been bad form when she was giving such a top-notch performance. Her back passage could wait till he coul take it at his leisure.

He studied her closely and saw her expression change and felt her muscles tense as she reached orgasm for the second time. 'Fuck' he thought, she was going to outlast him.

Lewis felt himself come violently a moment later, he emptied himself into her in a few final strokes. He was disappointed in himself. Jones clearly had quite a bit left to give. He was too used to shagging garden-variety Slags he thought. Say what you want about her, but Alice Jones was a different class of woman.




A Command Performance



He laid her back on the desk and pulled out of her. She glistened with sweat, her legs were splayed apart and she was still catching her breath. He saw his semen start to trickle out from the lips of her Cunt.

As he was doing up his trousers he said, "That was the best shag I've had in over a year."

She looked at him puzzled; the compliment on her sexual performance didn't seem to be ironic. To be honest she was quite pleased by it, to be told in such a simple way that she had satisfied him, not as a soldier maybe but at least as a woman. Most of her recent lovers, if you could call them that, had asked nothing more of her other than to strip and spread her legs. Some would laugh or sneer on the occasions when she orgasmed She was curious why Lewis didn't remark on her obvious physical pleasure during her fucking.

"Can I get dressed now?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Nope," he smiled and looked at her oddly. "While you're lying there I'm going to run through the ground rules for the next two years."